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imdoingaokay · 2 years

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if you’re doing dragon age requests: dai companions reacting to an inquiz asking if they need a hug. bonus points if it’s because they (inquisitor) noticed the companion was looking sad or tired, or because they’ve just been through something difficult (say, after one of their personal quests). thank you :)

Oh my dear anon.

I been waiting for this one.

I have spent literal nights working on this bad boy and lemme tell you if you don't like it illliterallystartcryingohmygod

Anyways, here you go babe <3

Blackwall/Thom Rainer: It was strange, honestly. Being Thom Rainer again. It felt almost wrong. He was thankful for the Inquisitor, their kindness. They could’ve left him, let him pay. But they didn’t. Somehow, they even forgave him.

It made him feel, free, in a way. Not just physically, with all the chains being taken off. But there was a metaphorical weight taken off his shoulders. Just now, he felt guilty for his lies.

“Blackw- I mean, Rainer.” A familiar voice called for him, pulling him away from the wood he worked on.

“Ah, Inquisitor-”

“Please, call me by my name.”

Rainer paused, before letting the name of the Inquisitor fall from his lips.

“Thank you, I like my name, I’d like to keep it.” The Inquisitor smiled, and Rainer smiled back.

“It suits you.” Rainer chuckled.

“I could say the same to you, Rainer.” The Inquisitor responded, catching him off guard.

Before Rainer could respond, the Inquisitor spoke quietly, “I’ve forgiven you, you know.”

And soon enough, Rainer was wrapped in a tight hug. And while he still felt as though he wasn’t worthy of such care and affection, he was going to make himself worthy.

But for now, he’ll be fine with the hug, wrapping his own arms around the Inquisitor.

Cassandra: It started when Cassandra snapped at the Inquisitor. She wouldn’t admit it, but she was still upset. Upset about the betrayal of her superior, upset about the death of her comrades. And she had taken it out on the Inquisitor.

She was thankful for the quiet camp that followed, and how spaced out the tents were. She didn’t know if she could face the Inquisitor just yet.

“I hope you know I’m not upset with you.” It didn’t matter if she could or couldn’t.

“Wh-Oh. I do apolog-”

“Cassandra, it’s okay. You’ve been through a lot in the past few weeks.” The Inquisitor comforted her, placing a hand on Cassandra’s back.

“I-” She had hesitated, wondering if she should pull away or stay. In her turmoil, the Inquisitor wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Cassandra turned to look at them before enveloping them in a hug.

“Thank you.” She said, and she meant it.

Cole: Cole was quiet, his thoughts had been more mixed up as of late. Sometimes he was quiet, sometimes he was loud. But he felt more at peace. It felt better to be out of limbo, but was he on the right side?

“Cole? I was looking for you, I wanted to check in.” The Inquisitor said as they climbed the tavern stairs.

“Oh, h-hello.” Cole responded, “I think I’m okay.”

“Really? That’s good.”

“Grey, muddled, furrowing your brow… you don’t believe me.” Cole looked down, a little dejected.

“I guess it’s hard to believe you’d be doing okay after everything that had happened.” The Inquisitor frowned, “I just want you to know, I’m here. And I wanted to ask if you wanted a hug.”

Cole paused, lifting his gaze to the Inquisitor. He opened his arms and they did the same.

“Warm, protected, so small, still young? I deserved more. I must be protected.” He said, reading the mind of his Inquisitor.

“Hey… just enjoy the hug, alright?” The Inquisitor replied.

“A-Alright.”

Cullen Rutherford: Scribbling down more missives, Cullen’s head throbbed. Lyrium or no lyrium, life was not easy for the former templar. He was so entrenched in the paperwork, he didn’t notice the door slowly open.

“Cullen?” The Inquisitor asked, curious about their friend.

“Ah, Inquisitor, I apologize. I was… busy.” Cullen looked up, sighing at the heap of papers littering his desk.

“I could always get a soldier or two to help you.” The Inquisitor suggested.

“Maker, no. They never do it right, and their handwriting is awful.” Cullen sighed, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, “Regardless, is there something I can do for you?”

“I just wanted to check in on you, after everything.” The Inquisitor asked, “I know we talked but…”

“Me? I am fine, doing much better.” Cullen smiled at the Inquisitor’s concern, he stood up to meet the Inquisitor infront of his desk.

“Good, I need my commander in tip-top shape.” The Inquisitor playfully punched Cullen’s shoulder.

“I’ll try…” Cullen laughed gently, gazing at the paperwork he still had to do.

“Why don’t I help? I’ve done this before.” The Inquisitor smiled, Cullen hesitated, wanting to say no, that the Inquisitor deserved rest, but the offer of help was too tempting.

Luckily, he did say yes. And no less than an hour later, the pair was done with the remaining papers.

“Do you mind doing all my paperwork from now on?” Cullen asked, the Inquisitor standing up and stretching.

“Not really, but I think you’ll mind more.” The Inquisitor joked, “But… I wanted to tell you… you work so much, I want you to know… how much I appreciate it.” The Inquisitor spoke gently.

“Oh, you don’t need to-”

“No, I need to. You deserve that much.” The Inquisitor spoke, and wrapped their arms around Cullen.

Cullen felt strange, a good type of strange. Being a templar meant… not many hugs. The last one he had gotten… was it from his family? He hadn’t seen them in ages… perhaps…

“Cullen. Stop overthinking this.” The Inquisitor ordered, and the commander quickly wrapped his arms around them.

He liked this.

Dorian Pavus: He was reading some cheesy Orlesian drama, and he heard footsteps climbing up the stairs, he had expected it to be one of the many messengers of the Inquisition, and was surprised when he saw the Inquisitor instead.

“I… I wanted to check up on you.” They said.

“What is there to check up on? I’m alive, aren’t I? Downed a few bottles of wine, but hey, don’t we all?” Dorian retorted.

“Dorian, I know you aren’t okay. I just wanted to make sure if there was anything I could do. You’re my friend. Probably one of my closest friends.” The Inquisitor responded.

“You? Friends with some devious little boy from the Imperium? My, what would Mother Giselle say?” Dorian deflected, but he was still touched by their declaration.

“Dorian.” The Inquisitor spoke sternly, causing Dorian to look up.

“I… Thank you… I… I appreciate your friendship.” Dorian spoke, turning towards the Inquisitor.

The two looked at each other for a moment before The Inquisitor opened their arms, and wordlessly, Dorian entered the warm embrace of his friend.

Iron Bull: The tavern was full, but it still felt lonely.

He cursed himself for looking to the Inquisitor for judgment, he should’ve decided. The chargers were his men, but so was the Qunari. Had he failed them?

Iron Bull could hear approaching steps and distinctly recognized them as the Inquisitor.

“Hey, Boss.” He smiled, only to see a sad smile on the Inquisitor’s face.

“I wanted to talk with you.” They said, and Iron Bull followed them out of the tavern.

The two rested on the Battlements, luckily, there weren’t any soldiers around to disturb the two.

“I wanted to let you know I’m here.” The Inquisitor said, “You lost someone today, lost… a part of yourself.” The Inquisitor spoke.

“Oh, you don’t need to worry about that, Boss. I’m fine.” Iron Bull smiled. But the Inquisitor saw right through that.

“Still, I’m sorry. I wanted to offer you…” The Inquisitor opened their arms, holding them out.

Iron Bull was confused for a moment, before hesitantly wrapping his arms around the Inquisitor. It was a gentle hug, one Iron Bull wasn’t entirely used to, but he felt some sort of relief when he relaxed into it.

The Qunari would eventually wage war on Ferelden and Orlais, and Iron Bull felt a sad pity in his heart for his oblivious Inquisitor.

But, he didn’t need to think of that. Not at the moment.

Josephine Montilyet: Another letter from Yvette, detailing how the family had been getting on without her. Josephine had been successful for the most part, with the assassins now off her back, she was happily able to begin rebuilding her family’s trading empire.

“You look pleased.” Josephine heard the door to her office be opened.

“Oh, yes! I cannot thank you enough for your help with the House of Repose, it is a relief knowing I won’t need to worry about assassins anymore. Of course, rebuilding the Montilyet name will be difficult, but not impossible.” She got up from her chair, smoothing her skirt before moving away from the desk.

“I don’t think I properly thanked you, all I did was ramble about my time as a bard.” She sighed, “It must’ve sounded, odd to you.”

“Quite the opposite, Josephine, and I wanted to apologize to you if I gave you that impression.” The Inquisitor said, their hands moving to Josephine’s shoulders, “You know I care for you right? When you talk about things, it makes me happy.”

Josephine didn’t know what to say, she found herself wrapping her arms around the Inquisitor as a response. Josephine was someone who rarely found a person who wanted to hear her talk. Who wanted to hear her ramble.

The Inquisitor was that person… she liked it.

Leliana: A quiet prayer to the altar in front of her, she almost didn’t hear the Inquisitor behind her. Luckily, she’s a spymaster for a reason, so she turned to face the Inquisitor right before they have begun to speak.

“Are you okay?” They said, leaning over to get a view of the altar.

“I’m fine, you don’t need to concern yourself with my state,” Leliana responded, standing up and walking over to the railing, watching the birds flap their wings.

“You’re my advisor, I have to worry about you.” The Inquisitor crossed their arms, looking up at the birds themselves.

Leliana paused, turned to The Inquisitor, and smiled, “I suppose I’m happy that it was you who became our inquisitor. You’ve done an excellent job.” She spoke.

“I feel like you need to hear that too.” The Inquisitor said, earning a silent Leliana. Leliana turned to The Inquisitor, hesitant to continue speaking, when was the last time she had been this vulnerable? The two stared at one another before the Inquisitor opened their arms, and the two silent began to hug. The pair said nothing, the two remaining silent while they hugged, but strangely, more was communicated than they expected. Words of praise, appreciation, sorrow, and just a little bit of platonic affection.

Sera: She was working on her arrows, angrily wrapping the twine around the sharp point. A knock at her door caught her off guard. She didn’t respond, allowing her silence to be an invitation.

“Sorry for intruding.” Sera heard the Inquisitor say, closing the door behind them.

“You don’t need to be,” Sera grumbled.

“Well, I know you’re upset, I assume it’s about the-”

“Prissy pants noble arse? Yeah, I ‘ppose you could say I’m pissed.” She snapped, turning around to face her friend. Her angry look melted, and her eyes dropped from the Inquisitor’s face to the floor.

It was silent for a while before the two spoke in unison.

“I’m sorry.” They said, only to look at each other before the two broke into a laugh.

“No, but seriously. I feel bad about how everything went…” The Inquisitor said.

“Sorry for snapping.” Sera sighed, she was surprised she was apologizing to Inky, as she had rarely apologized to anyone.

“Can I sit?” The Inquisitor asked, getting a nod in response.

“I didn’t mean for all that shite to happen, I thought sometin’ else.” Sera said, shrugging.

“It’s not your fault, you know?” The Inquisitor responded, wrapping an arm around Sera. Sera tensed up for a second, but when her friend began to pull away, worried they upset her, she pulled them back in.

Hugging Inky was nice, she thought.

Solas: Solas mourned his friend quietly, like he did most things. He sighed as he sat in his oversized chair, watching the tea in front of him. He was angry at the world he woke up into, mad at the mages for hurting the spirits he cared for, and mad at himself for not stopping it sooner. He wondered if he should be mad at the Inquisitor too, he could’ve gotten there sooner had they hurried up-

A quick curse and he stood up, how could he blame someone else? Someone who had actively helped him? How could-

“Solas?” He heard, turning to the door that led from the great hall to his rotunda.

“Inquisitor.” Solas breathed, it was almost like the Inquisitor had read his mind.

“I apologize for intruding, I just… wanted to check on you, after everything that happened…” The Inquisitor spoke slowly, fiddling with their hands.

“Inquisitor, you don’t need to” Solas began, only to be cut off.

“Solas, I should’ve- I should’ve been faster. Maybe if we didn’t take that trail, if we didn’t get so distracted by the halla, your friend… they… they would’ve been.”

Solas sighed if he felt bad before, but he felt worse now.

Walking over to The Inquisitor, he attempted to comfort them, but he found himself stopping short.

“I know this must be hard for you, losing a friend. I want you to know, I’m here for you.” They said, smiling at him. Solas was surprised, and before he knew it, he was wrapped up in a bear hug.

“Thank you… my friend.” He responded.

Varric Tethras: Cleaning Bianca should be like therapy, but it felt like torture at the moment. He was angry, hurt, and betrayed, it felt like the world was crashing on his shoulders. He kept asking himself about Bianca, the “real” Bianca. Why did he keep going back to her? Why did she keep coming back to him? Why does Red Lyrium keep coming into his life?

“Hey, Varric, you okay? You’ve been scrubbing that spot for an hour at least.” Varric heard a familiar voice behind him.

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine.” He said, quickly moving to another spot on Bianca.

“Normally, you’re a good liar.” He heard the Inquisitor laugh. Varric chuckled a little in response, turning to his friend.

“I guess I’m off today.” He shrugged.

“You’ve been off ever since-” The Inquisitor stopped themselves, “Varric, do you need a hug?”

Varric paused, he had to think about it for a bit, but he found himself nodding.

He wished in Inquisitor knew how strange they were, how they seemed untouchable but down-to-earth. They were a rare breed.

But he stopped his thoughts, stilling the words in his mind for just a moment while he held and was held by his friend.

Vivienne: A response from Bastien’s son; “Thank you” was the most straightforward summary. There were flowery words, but Vivienne knew what Laurent had meant.

“You look upset.” Vivienne heard behind her, and her gaze lifted from the paper to the balcony in front of her. She plastered a smile and waved her hand as if she were batting away whatever negativity hung around her.

“Oh of course not. I’m perfectly fine, darling.” She had begun, turning around to face the Inquisitor. But, the second she locked eyes with them, she faltered.

“I’m sorry. I… I wish I could’ve done more for him.” The Inquisitor began.

“There’s no need to say such things,” Vivienne responded.

“Then… maybe I could just…” The Inquisitor sighed before taking a step closer to her, holding their arms out. Vivienne was taken aback, she couldn’t recall the last time she hugged or was hugged. She chalked it up to her pitying the Inquisitor for their soft heart. But as the Inquisitor wrapped their arms around her, Vivienne did the same. She melted into the embrace, having forgotten the feeling of safety.

She wouldn’t mind it happening again, but she would never ask for it again.

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romancemedia · 6 months

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#Detective Conan #Audio #Anime #Conan Edogawa

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onewizardgirl · 2 years

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A letter she didn't expect to see

The red sealed letter

Au: peacful/ no voldermort/ no deatheaters/ no pureblood predjudice

Tonks was a young girl, living in the Hufflepuff girls dormitory while she attended her third year at Hogwarts. Her mother Andromeda, loved tonks dearly, and assumed since she was a late bloomer, tonks would be to and she would have time before she explained the random magical misfires, growth spurts and such that came with puberty for young witches. Particularly the unannounced shedding of blood that would happen every month.

Thankfully Tonks was a bright and curious witch so she did her fair share of research with questions to Madam Pomfrey and reading her fair share of books about the matter since she’d heard conversation from older students about puberty. so by her second year she knew to eventually expect her period, but when she arose that saturday morning it was still quite startling to the young witch when she found blood on her sheets and pyjamas.

After her housemate, and best friend, Ava Lupin, helped her through her bloody mishaps and gave a quick explanation of how to use the pads she had been given, tonks scribbled a letter to her mum which arrived to her mother within an hour.

The letter arrived to Andromeda with a bright red wax seal on it. She knew if Tonks used the red wax this was important, because normally she'd use a yellow wax seal.

Sitting with her sisters, Bellatrix and Narcissa, she tore the letter open ignoring her sisters nosy inquizations while she read

Mum! I just got my period! Don't worry, I know what to do, Ava helped me. Can you send some things for me please? Love always tonks

"What's up with Tonks?" Bellatrix asked

"Ooh, I bet she's out of ink, she writes a lot of papers," Narcissa commented.

Andromeda shook her head and floated a quill and parchment from her office.

"No, she just got her first period, Ava helped her but she needs some things," Andromeda said

"Oh, Cissa and I can get what she needs if you'd like." Bellatrix offered immediate understanding, since she had to help Andromeda and Narcissa when they were graced with their first bloody adventures.

"That'll be great Bella, can you get some chocolate for her too? Honeydukes chocolate, it really helps." Andromeda asked

Bellatrix nodded and the pair of witches apparated to Diagon Alley, where they appeared just outside of zonko’s joke shop

Bella and Narcissa pick out some trinkets and prank potions for Tonks, knowing their niece was quite a prankster. Once a galleon or two was spent in Zonko’s, the pair of witches walk the cobbled street to Madame Greene's general store for the average witch or wizard.

"G'day ladies," the clerk smiled as the pair of witches entered the small store, heading straight for the period care aisle.

"Good godric Cissa, this is more options that either you or I had when we were her age," Bella whispered. walking down the aisle, eying each of the brands and types, trying to decide which would be best for Tonks.

“You’re telling me, there’s so many more than there used to be,” Narcissa answered, examining a box of tampons

The pair scanned the shelves in search of some kind of clue as to what to get, when they finally settled on a box of witchy teen pads that were charmed to disintegrate after being disposed of.

Once they paid for the pads and the witches daily magazine narcissa insisted on getting, they apparated to Hogsmeade where they got some honeydukes dark chocolate, sugar quills, no melt ice cream and a bag of pepper imps. Making their last stop of the day at the apothecary for some pain potions.

With their chores done, they take their haul and apparate back to the tonks residence where they find Andromeda watching tv, stretched across one of two sofas in the living room.

“Oh, you’re back, tonks sent another letter,” Andromeda said, handing Bella a bit of parchment.

Mum, is it supposed to hurt? I really dont think it’s supposed to hurt like this. The girls in the dorm are looking at me like i’m crazy. Can you send something to help please? Love always tonks

“Bless her. Thankfully we did swing by the apothecary for some pain potion. But good godric, ‘Meda, there were so many types of pads, it was bonkers,” Bella said,

“I know, but atleast the girls have options now, i remember there used to only be one type and that was it,” Andromeda reminded.

“You do have a point there," Narcissa said.

"That's beside the point cissa, now come on let's get this parcel put together so our sweet little niece can have some comfort and relief." Bella said

"Alright alright, keep your tits on," narcissa said

Meanwhile in the hufflepuff girls dormitory

Tonks was laid on her bed curled into a ball, trying to sleep, and missing her classes for the day. Her first period wasn’t being kind to her at all. The only thing that got her out of bed was a tapping at the window nearby. She hoped her mother woul give her some reassurance. Instead the owl at the window was carrying a parcel, she looked at the name on it and surprisingly it was her name.

She unwrapped the parcel and read the letter on the top of the box.

“ dear tonks, you’re just fine. I promise, your aunties went out to the shops and got you some things, i added two vials of pain potion in there for you as well.

The pain you’re feeling is cramps, perfectly normal but typically a pain in the ass. Take half a vial of the potion, and you’ll be fine within an hour or so, love always mummy.”

She downed half the vial of pink potion and started in on the bar of honeydukes chocolate she had been sent.

she hid the parcel under her bed and, finally did dress for the day, she looked at the clock and saw it was just barely 12, she could make it to her herbology class and explain what happened to her head of house without worry, since the herbology professor was her head of house.

When she arrived professor sprout pulled her aside, and asked in a hushed whisper

“My little badger are you alright? I was informed you’d missed your first two classes,”

“I’m fine professor, i just maybe got my first period this morning and had to figure everything out,” tonks admitted quietly

Professor sprout understood the girl’s absence immediately, and told her “don’t worry miss tonks, you’ll be excused from this morning’s absences. Do you need anything? Madame Pomfrey will have what you need if you do,”

“No professor, my mum sent some things with me at the start of term,” a little white lie but, she had everything she’d need for now, and her professor didn’t need to know she was late due to waiting on her mother’s owl with chocolate and pain potion.

“Good, now go on and repot your mandrake, watch for their teeth,” professor sprout concluded leading tonks back into the greenhouse.

Her friend ava looked her up and down and asked her “what was that all about?”

“Nothing, professor just wanted to know why i wasn’t in my morning classes,” tonks said pulling on ear muffs and pulling her mandrake from the soil.

After an hour of trying to repot her mandrake she finally got it at the end of the period, and went on as if nothing had happened, she quickly learned how to take care of her products and where in her bag she could hide them so they didn’t fall out. And every month after, she’s taken care of business as if nothing was happening.

#harry potter #tonks #andromeda and tonks #the black sisters #peaceful au #andromeda tonks #andromeda black #bellatrix lestrange #bellatrix black #narcissa malfoy #narcissa black #hogwarts #third year at hogwarts #owl post #parcels #womens rights #women supporting women

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aglaecan · 1 year

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gonna shamelessly ping @middener 'cause of these tags:

#in my head he looks so good but you know how it is #you spend so long in cc you think it looks amazing #but to others that is an ordinary npc or a monster

'cause that's how i felt the one (1) time i got beru's inquiz appearance just right:

#me like NO you don't underSTAND she is the prettiest!!#people like -patpat- yes very nice #(those cutscenes do have the best lighting tho)#middener #ooc tag

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chubbyybunnie · 2 years

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7, 16, 23, 39, 43, 44

xoxo

7. Can I swim? Kinda, I can doggy paddle but I cant swim underwater or anything.

16. Fave Netflix Series? All Of Us Are Dead.

23. Five words that describe me: traumatized, impulsive, caring, inquizative, and dreamy

39. Wise words I live by "Just because someone means you no harm doesn't mean they'll do you any good"

43. What do I remember from my childhood? Alot of suffering and lonliness.

44. Do I collect anything? Gel pens and notebooks.

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fidelitospix · 1 year

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Wild Eyes - Inquiz (Monkey)

[Temporary Link on Photo] Watching Me Watching You? OK, Introductions would be a good start 🙂

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#photography #art #monkey #photoart

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drsorrell · 2 years

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Wed. 8.31.22 (SVC)

Due Today

Read TSIS, Chapter 1

Do Tutorial, Chapter 1

Do InQuizitive 1 (How to Use InQuizitive)

Tech & Other Beginning of the Semester Notes

My office: 405 (down the hall, take a left and keep going)

Make sure you use the code that came with your textbook to create an online account for Norton--this means you can also use the ebook and do the Chapter Tutorials and InQuizities. You can see on Schoology that I just added a 2nd InQuizitive for 9.7.

I changed the InQuizitive “accept until” dates until much later in the semester so, if you couldn’t get it done by today, you still have time!

As I said Monday, I'm new here too, so I'm working off of someone else's syllabus and adjusting it as I go--if you look at Week 1, you can see that some of the language and organization has changed since Monday! I am really, really patient, so, if you have a problem, do not stress--just be in touch, and we will figure it out.

Direct Norton links it might be good to have on hand:

They Say ebook: https://ncia.wwnorton.com/ebook-theysayreadings5

Little Seagull ebook: https://ncia.wwnorton.com/ebooklittleseagull4-theysayreadings5

InQuizitive: https://ncia.wwnorton.com/inquizitive-theysayreadings5

Chapter Tutorials: https://ncia.wwnorton.com/tutorials-theysayreadings5

Plagiarism Tutorial: https://ncia.wwnorton.com/tutorial-theysayreadings5

TSIS Chapter 1 Notes, Activities, Discussion

NOTES

Having a point yourself involves being clear about the bigger conversation already in progress that you're responding to: this helps "hook" your reader and maintain his interest.

In other words: (1) WHAT OTHERS ARE SAYING --> (2) YOUR RESPONSE BECAUSE THEY GO TOGETHER. Why have #2 without #1?? Northpointe Steelers/Buccos example.

Defining other people's ideas well and in your own words also helps you "telegraph" your own; it previews your argument. You can get into the details later. For example, if I say, "The problem with virtual learning every day is...," you know right away I think there' s a problem with virtual learning BUT that I might not be completely against it because I said "every day." Maybe I'm ok with less intense virtual learning? Who knows? But your brain is already getting set to listen to my argument before I've even made it. (21)

Opening by summarizing a debate is good because it shows that people care. "People would rather have a nicer car" is not a very exciting topic. Ok, sure, of course? Why are you talking about this again??

Whereas, "Critics used to have only positive things to say about online learning before the pandemic but, now, everyone criticizes it. This is because we went from thinking of asynchronous online learning, where students work when they can at more of their own pace based on resources provided, to synchronous learning, where everyone had to sit in front of a computer at the same time as everyone else. We changed what we meant by online learning or virtual learning or whatever you want to call it. If we'd stuck to our guns with asynchronous, there would not have been as many complaints during the pandemic. Of course, this also depends on grade level...." Ok, I got a. little carried away there because it's a topic I am very interested in.

Keep coming back to what others say (They Say) and what you say (I Say); this helps clarify your argument (27). Do this with "return sentences" (28).

ACTIVITIES

WITH A PARTNER: Talk one or more out and then write down what you come up with; you should each have something different.

It has become common today to dismiss cell phones/smart phones/whatever you kids call them these days as _____ but _____.(template from p.23 of TSIS)

Many people assume that college _____. In reality _____.

When I was a child, I used to think that _____. To my surprise, _____.(template from p.24 of TSIS)

Although parents like to say things like _____, when you look at their own behavior _____. (I made that one up for fun.)

WITH A GROUP. Talk together and work to fill in the following template from p. 27 of TSIS with a topic of your own choosing:

"When it comes to the topic of _________, most of us will readily agree that _________. Where this agreement usually ends, however, is on the question of _________. Whereas some are convinced that _________, others maintain that _________."

HOMEWORK

Read TSIS, Chapter 12 ("I TAKE YOUR POINT: Entering Class Discussions"). This one is only about five pages long, so we'll use Friday to keep catching up and working on what we've been doing so far.

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