Did you ever call your teachers by their first name? If you work in education, do you let the students call you by your first name?
The nibblings were discussing what students would call me if I was a teacher yesterday and it reminded me. When I used to be a substitute I never bothered to introduce myself or write my name on the board, literally just never thought of it. One class I had a girl raise her hand and ask what my name was so I automatically gave her my first name and after a few seconds added my last. There was dead silence in the 8th grade classroom for a good 30 seconds to a minute before she burst out with "we can call you by your first name!?" I was like yeah sure. You would probably not believe how absolutely excited this made the students, I heard my name more times over that class period than I hear it in a year lol. The next school year I was at the high school and hear my name and turn around and it's the girl from that class and she yells Hi then turns to her friends see I told you I wasn't lying!
*Asks are for fun, no pressure to answer quickly or at all.*
No, I never did use my teachers firsts names. Even if they offered them I probably never would!
I work in the medical field so my first name is, unfortunately, embroidered on my scrubs so that's what gets used.
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thanks to @melkors-defense-attorney for helping with this one! both in the middle when I got stuck, and with the ending :D
finally I write some physical pain :3 not a lot, not super well, but it's a start lol
also Tulkas might be a bit OOC here, not sure
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"MORGOTH!"
Melkor flinches at the familiar bellow. Anna leaps from his lap and hides underneath the chair.
He stands, but hasn't even taken one step when Tulkas slams the door open.
Melkor winces. "Please don't break my house."
"What did you do?" Tulkas snarls.
"Today? I fed my cat. Ate breakfast." Melkor looks down at his clothes; he's still in the same robe from yesterday. From Mairon's visit. "...I was planning to take a shower."
"Don't play innocent." Tulkas slams the door behind him, and the room's size is suddenly halved. "Why was Sauron seen leaving your home yesterday?"
"Don't call him that." Melkor bristles, almost wishing he had a tail to flick angrily.
"Remember, Morgoth, your freedom is conditional."
"I know." He tries not to, but he shrinks as Tulkas steps closer, his chest squeezing tight. It's a struggle to breathe. "I remember the conditions of my release. I haven't broken any."
"So Sauron didn't visit you?"
Fuck. There's no good way to answer that.
If he says yes, then he'll be punished, have Anna taken away or be throw back into the Void. Or, worse, Mairon will suffer that same fate.
If he says no... Eru, Tulkas is already suspicious enough of everything he does! He'll suffer the same punishment if– when– Tulkas realizes he lied.
"So he did visit you." Tulkas's hand drops to Melkor's throat.
"No- I mean, yes, but–" Melkor stammers. He can't bring himself to reject guilt at the price of laying it upon his Mairon. "It's not like that, we weren't-- he didn't--" Chill creeps up his legs, brushing at the back of his neck, and he can practically see the darkness of the Void obliterating his senses again.
His robe moves, and fur presses into his ankle. Instinctively, without thinking, he pushes Tulkas's hand away and kneels.
Tulkas steps closer. Melkor sees a heavy boot far too close to his sweet Anna, and does the only thing he can think to do. He pulls her away just as Tulkas's boot connects with his hand, and he stifles a cry. Anna wriggles in his other arm and noses his chest.
Swallowing tears of sharp pain, Melkor looks up into Tulkas's face, stern and hard and unforgiving as stone. He pulls his injured hand close to his chest, trying not to look at the discoloration, trying not to feel the wrongness inside as he rests it on Anna's head.
"What," Tulkas says finally, "is this?"
"My cat." His arm tightens around her.
"Your cat."
"Please." Melkor remains on his knees, gently petting Anna. "Whatever you do to me, leave Anna and Mair–"
Tulkas's gaze darkens and he steps forward again. Without warning, his fist slams into Melkor's jaw. "Do you take me for a fool?"
Melkor can't speak, can barely think of a reply. "Yes." Fuck, that's the wrong one. His arms open, dropping Anna to the ground. She squeaks in protest and darts around to hide behind him.
Just in time, too: Tulkas aims for Melkor's stomach next. He doubles over with a cough. "T-Tulkas, please."
"You've always thought me a fool." Tulkas towers over Melkor now, kicks him. "Thought you were so much better than the rest of us, so much cleverer. And now look at you."
Through his pain, Melkor registers a little head rubbing against his arm.
"Go away, Anna," he whispers. He elbows her gently. "Get away."
She doesn't listen. He's her safe place, as much a father as she's ever known.
Melkor senses rather than sees Tulkas walking around him. He bares his teeth and hisses at Anna, smacking her bottom lightly. "Please, baby, go!"
Anna mewls and shies away. Good. She'll be safe if she's gone, and if she can't be found he can fight back.
"I'm going to have to tell Manwë about this." Tulkas's hand grabs Melkor's hair, and he lets out a cry as he's pulled up. "I wonder what he'll order? Maybe he'll have you brought to Valinor so we can keep an eye on you, or send guards to stay here."
Melkor bares his teeth. "I agreed to terms wherein I was given a measure of freedom. My own home, away from Valinor–"
"You also agreed to no contact with Sauron." Tulkas grabs his injured hand and Melkor screams.
When the searing pain fades enough that he can speak, he spits, "I never spoke to Sauron, I swore that and I've kept to it! Leave my home now!"
"You're lying."
Melkor keeps his hand close to his chest and pulls back as much as he can with Tulkas's hand still in his hair, and he looks him in the eye. "I swear, Tulkas, on my Song and on my cat, the last time I spoke to Sauron was before my imprisonment."
Tulkas is a fool, so easily tricked. He knows Melkor well enough that he suspects something, his eyes narrowed in distrust, but he knows Melkor well enough to know this isn't a lie.
"Manwë needs to judge this," he growls finally. "You're coming back to Valinor with me."
Melkor's heart constricts. No, no, oh no. He can't return, he can't go back there.
One look at Tulkas's face says he doesn't have a choice.
"Let me bring my cat, and I will come quietly," he says softly.
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Some thoughts about feminism and modern transphobia.
One of the most dangerous damages that the TERF movement has caused over the years is how it has undermined a lot of common feminist arguments for the sake of hating trans people.
Take the pronouns debate, for example. I once read a TERF making fun of trans people insistence on being called by their preferred pronouns by saying that "you don't stop existing if somebody doesn't acknowledge you" and...well. As I said, I have thoughts.
Namely, that yes, you kinda *do* stop existing if enough people refuse to acknowledge you. This is the whole point of ancient practices such as the damnatio memoriae all the way down to the concept of "social death".
The feminist movement is no stranger to this concept. Indeed, quite a lot of the feminist movement ever since its beginning could be summarized as "acknowledging women's existence as more than men's appendices". Until not long ago, women were not legally permitted to have anything without their husband's permission, and feminists rightly denounced the fact that women were supposed to disappear into their husband's life. The famous "maiden name debate" exists sorely because of the idea that women are their husband's property with no identity outside of that.
(The "smart" answer people give is usually: "well, but isn't the maiden name her father's name? Isn't this patriarchal as well?" Yes, it is. Welcome to patriarchy, I guess)
There are many cultures that currently have few to no resources to widows or unmarried women purely because of the idea that women exist to serve men. Those women might as well have stopped existing too.
Not to be clichéd, but we do live in a society. If an entire society plainly refuse to acknowledge you as a human being on your own right, then you might as well not be one. You're a living dead (a useful concept in many ways).
The connection here should be obvious, as well as the fact that using patriarchy's very same dehumanizing techniques is bad and can lead to very bad things. And yet, here we are. Trans people and trans allies are always accused of not wanting to accept "material reality" (my favorite one is "you're drunk on postmodernism". God I wish I could be) without realizing -or not wanting to realize- that this very argument was used and is still used against cis women all over the world.
This is why I never really cared about the infamous "what is sex/is sex binary/is sex real" debate; at end of the day, it doesn't really matter. We don't structure our society around "material reality", we structure it around what is more convenient. Up until very, very recently, the only convenience we took into account was cishet men's one. Said men have then proceeded to find any kind of reason to keep the structure that way, often using real facts (only people with uteri give birth) to support arbitrary decisions (therefore, they should stay home to take care of them forever).
It profoundly saddens me how rapidly some feminists are ready to accept this oppressive paradigm. I guess this is what hate does to people.
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I have this theory that Jiang Cheng calls his older brother Wei Wuxian in general because it’s the name that he got given by the Jiang. (Hence a-Xian from both Jiang Fengmian & Jiang Yanli and on one occasion even Jiang Cheng!) but also maybe this is the only way they can have a version of their actual older/younger relationship even though Wei Wuxian never goes as far as a-Cheng. I think he might call him Jiang Wanyin when he’s scolding him after he insults Lan Wangji at Lotus Pier but that always registered to me as a YOU ARE IN TROUBLE YOUNG MAN - I suppose it could also be read as establishing formality.
BUT this also made me think how Madam Yu is the only member of his family who calls him Wei Ying. (Does Jiang Fengmian call him a-Ying when he’s saying goodbye to them on the boat, no longer even pretending to himself that Wei Wuxian counts as his son?). And people outside his family use it to belittle him.
How nice it must be to have this name his parents gave him used by Lan Wangji with the most love.
I also sometimes wonder if Madam Yu chose “Wuxian” for him and then never used it as a sign she didn’t think he’d earned it. No envies: a warning that was never needed. How ironic would that be? But Jiang Fengmian works too: a promise that Wei Wuxian decided to spend his whole life living up to. Because of course he did.
Ugh I love them so much. (Not Jiang Fengmian, he sucks. But everyone else. Even Madam Yu. Fight me.)
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