#teaching professionals

[inkskinned]

no, but really, we need to talk about the casual objectification that has become the fallback discourse of the internet: if you're pretty and dressed nicely, you're a slut. and if you're even vaguely outside of their body standard, you're fucking disgusting.

too-frequently, people position sex workers as being "the problem". they sneer you're addicted to pornography, you don't know what a real woman looks like. but real women are in pornography. the real bodies on display are not the issue here: the issue is that other people feel extremely confident when commenting on someone's physique.

2000's super-thin is slowly worming its way back into the public ideal. recently i saw someone get told to "go for a run", despite the fact she was on the thinner side of average. not that it would ever be appropriate to say that: but it's kind of like sticker shock when you see it. people think that is fat? holy shit. do they just have no idea about things?

but what are you going to do about it? that's the problem, right. because chances are - you're a normal person. we can say normalize carrying fat on your body, but we are not the billion-dollar diet industry. we are not the billion-dollar fashion industry. we are just, like. people. who are trying to make content on the internet, without being treated shittily.

as someone who has been on both sides of things: you are treated better when you are thin and pretty. this is statistically correct. i am not saying that you cannot be bullied for being thin; i'm saying there are objective institutional biases against certain bodytypes. there are videos of men and women who lost weight all saying: i now know for a fact exactly how much worse you're treated. in the comments, some asshole inevitably says something akin to you deserved to be dehumanized when you were fat.

which means that ... the easiest thing to do is be pretty and thin. it is the path of least resistance, because of course it is, because any time you post a picture of yourself without a thigh gap, someone immediately comments something like you need to try a diet.

the other half is also dehumanizing though, huh, just in a different way. when i put on makeup and nice clothes, i am told i slept my way to the top as a professional. do you know how many women in STEM have told me they purposefully dress to "unimpress" because they already struggle to be taken seriously and if they're ever considered pretty - it for some reason takes away from their authority.

so they make it seem like it's your fault. you, existing in a body - it's your fault! if you didn't want shitty comments, don't have a body. they position us against each other like chess pieces; vying for male attention we don't even need.

and i can be an authority on this unless you think i'm fat and unattractive. when i am pretty and thin, i'm an activist. when i am just a normal person who makes a good point: i am immediately dismissed. nobody fucking believes you if you're not seen as attractive. you literally lose value. you cease to exist.

but the whole time, it feels like - is anyone actually grounded the fuck in reality? the line of "pretty and thin" keeps shifting. nobody seems to understand what "a normal weight" even looks like, because it's not something that exists - you cannot tell a person's health by looking at their body. even if you think you could tell that, even if you're sure a person is dangerously overweight - people are not your dolls. they do not need to be dressed up or displayed properly to soothe your aesthetics. you aren't concerned for them, you're stealing their agency. you don't get to say if they're "allowed" to take pictures and post them on the internet - you don't get to tell them how to exist.

people hide behind "the obesity epidemic" without any actual qualifications. they crow things about "normalizing unhealthiness".

but it's bullshit. i have visible abs. there is a pair of parallel lines on my body, even when i'm relaxed; where my obliques meet my abdominal wall. i am proud of this because it means i'm strong, because i overcame an eating disorder only to be ripped as fuck. it is genetic and physical luck that i even get any definition, i'm pleased as punch.

but it does mean that my abdominal wall sticks out a little bit. the other day i posted a video of myself dancing, and, for a moment, my shirt slipped. you could see a little bit of my stomach. i was cartwheeling to the floor. moments before this, i'd had my foot over my head.

a guy slid into my DMs. a row of vomiting emojis prefaced: you should really lose some weight before you think about dancing.

i stared at it for a long time. there was a time when i would have been triggered by this, where it would have encouraged me to starve myself. i would have ignored the fact i'm flexible, agile, good at jumping: i would have lost the weight for a stranger's passing comment. i would have found myself and my body fucking disgusting.

and for what? to please what? because why? so that he can exist in this world without an unchallenged eyeball? what would my self-hatred even accomplish? usually i write paragraphs. obviously. on this particular occasion, in this body i've been at war with for ages: i just felt exhausted.

it shouldn't be even worth saying. it shouldn't be hard to explain. all of this emotional turmoil when he cannot even comprehend the most basic truth: i am not an object on display for him.

#spilled ink #writeblr #warm up #like if im getting fatshamed. babe......... wake up #is there fat on my body? yes :) #btw this behavior wouldn't be okay even if I WAS overweight!!! that is my point!!! #it is both that people have no idea what weight is supposed to look like #and even if they DID... they do not seem to understand that PEOPLE ARE NOT DOLLS #YOU DO NOT GET TO TELL THEM HOW TO EXIST #if you respond anything akin to ''but raquel there IS an obesity epidemic'' #you're blocked and reported. #go fucking DONATE TO A FOOD BANK THEN. volunteer in a food desert. start a free fitness program #GO GET A DEGREE AS A MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL AND PRACTICE IN NUTRITION IN UNDERPRIVILEDGED LOCATIONS #FIGURE OUT HOW TO LOWER FOOD COSTS. FIGURE OUT HOW TO NORMALIZE AND STANDARDIZE #ACCESS TO FARM-FRESH FOOD. PROVIDE ACTUAL FREE ACCESS TO OUTSIDE ACTIVITIES #FIGURE OUT HOW TO TEACH PEOPLE HEALTHY CHOICE MAKING WHILE ALSO LOWERING THE COST OF MEALS. #THE AVERAGE GROCERY BILL OF THE AMERICAN CITIZEN HAS QUADRUPILED IN THE LAST YEAR. #SHUT. THE FUCK. UP!!!!!!!!! #you don't want to help these people!!!!! #you want to bully them but still feel like a good person! #you want to be justified in your hatred of an entire CLASS of people!!! #you don't give a fuck about how it makes them feel!!!! #you care ONLY about whether or not YOU get to VIRTUE SIGNAL that YOURE so thin and pretty!!!! #it is BECAUSE of people like you #and the fact you tolerate fatphobia - BECAUSE of that normalization. that men like the one who called me fat #feel like they can get away with it. #bc there's a line for you where you WOULD be okay with it. where if i WASNT thin you'd be okay with it. #which means the line can always be pushed in a certain direction. and it's always going to appeal to male aesthetics. #''well you didn't deserve it'' maybe fucking NOBODY does babe. maybe we should just all agree not to comment on ppls bodies!!

[plush-rabbit]

A/N: I can't come up with a title so,,,, yeah!! Anyways, I've had this saved in my drafts and I miss writing and even with spring break!! my professor still gives us homework. So, here I am. this is just a thing where like reader is an angel and falls and like it was gonna be a short series, but like,,, i never finish my series (except for ciays)

Word Count: 3.1K

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You sit with a pit in your stomach. Your legs are causing the items on the table to shake, and you can't stop the dread that is looming over you, cold and heavy. There's a shift beside you, and a hand cups over your thigh, a feeble attempt to get you to stop moving. You can only flinch in response. 

“Can you just- I don’t know, fucking chill or something?” His hand gives you a squeeze, before pulling back and crossing his arms. “They aren’t gonna do shit to you.”

“Lucifer fell because he asked too many questions,” you counter, gasping for breath. The room feels too tight, too full and empty all at once.

Beside you, he scoffs. “Love to break it to ya babe, but you aren’t him. You’ll be fine.”

“Exactly,” you hiss, hiding your face in your hands. “I’m not him. I’m- I’m a low ranking Angel. I- Oh Father, I don’t hold any type of status. I’m going to fall,” you voice breaks and tears are in your eyes, horror and fear making you pale.

“You’re not.” He’s harsher this time, and pulls you to look at him. His name is on your tongue, and he interrupts you. “I’m vouching for you. And so are the rest of my girls. You’ll be fine.” He loosens his grip on you, and smooths a hand down your hair. “Chillax, babe. I know you’re a little goody-two-shoes, but this is nothing. You’ll probably just get demoted or some shit.”

“Adam.” Your hands grasps onto his, and you want to believe that he’s right. “But what if-”

The door opens, and you both whip your head around, watching as Seraphim walks in, her head held high and face lack of expression. The pit in your stomach swallows more of you.

Your rise from your seat, and Adam begrudgingly follows. “Sera-” you clear your throat- “I uh- Seraphim. Good evening. I- I thought we were not allowed to meet before the trial,” you look around the room, and for a moment, you have hope. She wouldn’t go against orders, so perhaps she’s here with good news. You give her a tense smile, and she walks to the desk, her wings taut and folded behind her. 

She sits at the chair with her arms folded over the desk. “I wanted to be the one to deliver the verdict.”

Your brows furrow, and sit back down, your ankles crossed over one another, and your body leaning towards Adam’s. His hands reach over the space between the chairs and you grasp onto him, nails digging into the clothed covered skin. 

“The verdict?” You ask in a whisper. “But I hadn’t- What about my trial?”

“It was decided that you would not have a trial.” Her voice is like stone, unwavering, strong, and heavy. 

“Decided by who?” A chill runs down your spine, and it’s as if you can feel a presence around you.

“If there’s no trial then how do fuck do you all even have a verdict?” Adam, as always, is crude, and it only furthers the sickness deep in you.

“Adam,” you say in a high pitched voice. 

He turns to you, and squeezes your hands. “Well? What is it? Community service? A demotion in rank? Paperwork?”

“Sera,” your chest is tight, your bones pricing into the tender flesh, “why didn’t I have a trial?”

“Look, the demotion can’t be that bad, right? I’ll look after them. Make them my assistant or something. I got shitload to do anyways, they’ll keep me on it.”

“Sera,” you plead, “I was promised a trial. I was told that it would be fair.”

“No trial is good, right? Means it was easy to consider your fate.” You flinch. “You get to be my assistant. Don’t worry babe-” he tugs on your hands for your attention, but you’re fixated on Seraphim and that way that they look at you with somber eyes- “I won’t work you too hard.” The playful tinged words make you sick. 

“Sera,” you croak, leaning away from Adam- “my trial. It was promised.”

She calls your name, it’s whispered like a prayer, uttered like a curse and laced in sorrow. You know your outcome, before she can even say it. “I’m terribly sorry.” Your body goes cold. “It has been decided that your punishment for questioning the beliefs and practices of Heaven will be the taking of your wings and The Fall to Hell.”

You can taste the bile. It burns, the acid fills your mouth, and it makes your eyes burn with hot tears. 

“What the fuck!” Adam shouts, your hands are let go, and you stare into her eyes. You can hear the chair squeak as it’s pushed away and it nearly topples over. Adam goes to you, short strides to grasp his hands over your shoulders. “That isn’t fucking fair! They were promised a trial, so where the fuck is it?” He’s furious, and the hands around you bring you no comfort. 

“I’m terribly sorry.” Seraphim looks at you as she speaks. “For the both of you.” Her eyes dart between you and Adam.

“I didn't mean to,” you whisper, your nails digging into your clothes. “I promise that I-”

“Come on Sera! I've done worse shit than them. Can't we just look the other way?”

“Adam, I need to speak to them alone.”

“Like fuck I’ll-”

“Adam,” you breathe out. He looks at you, moving to kneel in front of you and you look at the demonic mask, and you want to retch. “Let us speak in private, please. I’ll meet you outside.”

He looks at you, through the golden eyes of the mask. “Fine,” he huffs. He stands, and presses a kiss to the top of your temple. You wish that you could return the gesture- that you could look up and kiss him back without worry. “Yell if you need me,” he whispers to you. You nod, unable to mutter a word to him.

The door clicks behind him, and you’re left alone with Seraphim- something that you’ve never had the opportunity to experience. Perhaps if circumstances were different, you’d be more ecstatic. 

They call your name, and she holds her hands out to you. Like a trained dog, you place your hands in hers, and you let the tears fall.

“Why am I falling?” You ask, gaining no comfort from her hands.

“Emily- one of the younger Seraphim- has begun to question certain aspects of Heaven. I fear that the questions won't settle.”

“So this is- I’m meant to scare her? To remind her of her place?”

Seraphim sighs, and she lifts a hand, tracing a delicate finger along the back of your hand. You hate the ways he says your name- like she still cares for you. Like your name is sweet as honey. As if she has the right to speak to you with care and love. “You must understand that Emily is still so young.”

“And a higher ranking than I am.” You turn away from her, but you can’t pry your hands away. You want comfort, even if it's given by your judge and even if the hands that hold yours are going to be stained in gold. They say nothing to your comment, and you hold their hand tighter. “When?” You croak out.You dig your nails into their skin- it’s cold, and as much as you want to hurt them, you cannot.

“By the end of the week.” Their words are spoken without wavering. “You’ll be confined in one of our holding rooms for incoming souls for the time being. You’ll still be allowed visitors. The spectacle will be watched by only those that you allow, and by the high-ranking angels.” You let out a sob, and bow your head. “It will be quick. With the ranking unbeknownst to the rest, it will be an Exterminator who will remove your wings. They’ll be wearing one of the ceremonial robes. After the removal of your wings, you’ll be-” she pauses and you can already feel the emptiness.

“I’ll be cast out.” You look up and she nods, her hands squeezing yours. 

“Understand that if I could will it any other way, I would.” 

You look at the hands holding onto yours, and you think about how someone will have to clean your blood. How they’ll get on their knees and wipe the ichor from the floor, how the rags will drip in riches and stain their hands in sin. Your wings flitter in response. 

“You said an Exterminator?”

“Lute has been tasked with your severance.”

“Why not Adam?”

Seraphim looks shocked. “I- I would not wish for him to be the one to remove your wings. If it were any other, I believe he would do an excellent job, but since it’s you,” she trails off. “I do not believe he would be able to commit.”

“But Lute can,” you say.

“Yes. She is able to put her feelings aside, and do her job.” Seraphim pauses, their eyes are trained on you, and a few look at you in pity. “However, if you wish for it to be Adam-”

“No,” you interrupt. “No, you’re right. He wouldn’t be able to.” Your wings feel heavy. “Sera?” She hums in response. “How soon will I be cast out after my wings are removed?”

“Effective immediately.”

-

You lay in your new bed- the mattress new and solid underneath you. It’s nothing like the one back home. You can’t seem to get comfortable, all that you can do is lay there wrapped in Adam’s arms, pulled close to his body where your breath tickles at his skin. “You can run,” he says quietly into your ear. “I’ll leave the door unlocked, and you can run.” His act of defiance brings tears to your eyes. 

“Adam,” your voice breaks.

“The Exterminators will be the ones tasked with chasing you down.” You feel the way his hands grip your skin, clawing and desperate to keep you beside him. “They won’t get you. They’re loyal to me. They’ll listen. You can live on Earth.” 

When you close your eyes, tears trace down the curve of your face. “Lute is the one performing the severance of my wings,” you tell him a hoarse whisper, unable to keep the horror out of it. Even speaking about it is enough to send a pain down your spine and at the base of your wings. His nails pierce into your skin, pinching into the softness of your stomach. His wings flutter, and they are heavy above your body. “She’ll do a good job,” you comfort. “A clean cut that will make it easy to heal.” There’s bile burning in your throat. “Please don’t be upset with her after the event.” His arms wrap tighter around you, and his wings hide you from the outside, curving over your body, cupping you and holding you. Your hands hold onto him, at the nape of his neck, trying not to look at him, but commit his touch to memory. “I don’t think you should be there.”

“Like fuck I won’t,” he seethes, the venom in his words are unable to hide the tremor. 

“Adam,” you murmur, “I’m serious. I- You shouldn’t see me like that. I- I know that I would look for you after it happened. I- I can’t ask for you to see me so broken.”

“I’m going,” he tells you in a tight voice, his breaths coming out in gasps.

You nod, and swallow the pit lodged in your throat. “Please don’t stop it.” He whispers your name, and lets you go, coming up to a sitting position. His wings still stretched, touching you so gently. You look up at him, tear stains glistening on your cheeks. “This is my fault. I’ve accepted it. I know I’m going to plead and cry for mercy, but ignore me, Adam.” Your hands find his, and you hold onto him desperately. “Don’t fight for me. Let it happen.”

“You should run away,” he tells you again. “We can run together.” Tears glisten in his eyes, and you don’t recall ever seeing him so upset. 

You smile, but it trembles and falls, and tears spill out. “Where would we go?” You ask in a quiet voice. 

“Earth.” His jaw tightens, and you don’t comment when his voice cracks. “We’d take a bunch of gems from here and sell them there. We’d be rich.” You try not to let the quaking in your chest show, the soft stuttering that threatens to release a storm. “We’d sing in some dingy ass club, and I’d use my blessing to make us famous.”

You laugh, and it’s clouded by tears. “I thought we were in hiding?”

“We’d be in disguise,” he counters, a hand prying away from your grip to wipe away the tears. “We’d settle after a few years, get a nice house in a big city. Gamble, drink, fuck. Maybe have a few kids in like a hundred years.” He smiles when you turn your head to kiss his palm, your other hand going to curve over his. “We’d have a nice life.” He lays over you, hiding his face into the crook of your neck, and presses his lips to the warmth of your skin when your hands tangle themselves into his hair. “It’s a nice plan, right?”

“Of course,” you say through tears. “You always come up with good plans.”

-

You stand in a stadium, dressed in white, your back exposed and your wings fluttering about no matter how much you will them to still. No one fears that you are going to run. Not when there are archers lined, and not when the Angels are watching you. You see Adam, and he wears his mask, standing with his arms held behind him. 

You wish you told Seraphim that he wasn’t allowed. 

Chains bind your ankles and wrists. The iron pinching your skin and irritating the flesh. You’d take this pain a thousand times over than what’s about to happen. 

“For questioning Heaven’s beliefs and practices,” the voice echoes around, “we sentence you,” your name sounds empty, and you can’t breathe, “to have your wings removed and to be banished from Heaven.” You do a stupid thing and glance at Adam and he looks away at your glance. You feel a tinge of pain, but it’s better this way. “You will now have your wings removed.”

You turn your head, and see Lute. She’s shrouded in white robes with gold accents. Her hair is tied, and her wings are pinned behind her. She does not cast you on any type of look and you're grateful for that.

Her gaze is steeled. You know her. She knows you. She’s seen you at your worst, and you’ve seen her at her best. You’ve shared meals with her- broken bread and drank wine together. She’s been in your home. Her smile has always been sharp, and there are moments where it’s tender, vulnerable and saved for those closest to her. 

She does not smile at you. She keeps her gaze focused on you, and you can’t help but tremble, the iron of the chains clinking together. You look away, and you’re grateful you had nothing to eat the morning of. You were grateful you were not given the choice of a last meal. 

“On your knees,” Lute tells you in a strained voice. 

You hope Adam won’t be mad at her. You hope that if he  is, that she can take it.

You flinch at the chill touch of the sword. Your wings flutter, and you bite your tongue. You should make your case once more. You shouldn’t be here. You only asked a simple question. This shouldn’t be happening. You shouldn’t be here. There’s a point against your back. You look up and find Adam. You need him to save you. You can run away with him. You’ll live the life he wanted. You’d do anything. You’d be his. You yelp as something sharp cuts into you. You’d never disobey Heaven again. You’ll never ask again. You’ll be content. Please, Father, you’ll be good.

“Stay still,” she says, breathing out the last word in a plea, and when you cannot, she’s forced to continue. 

The tearing is a sharp pain. One that makes you writhe and scream, your throat raw and the sounds unbearably loud. Every twist and turn only further aggravates the wound, skin pulling and muscles bare for the Angels to see. Warmth runs down your back, caressing the small part of your back and spilling onto your legs and thighs. Your hands slam into the ground, clawing at the porcelain floor. Through tears, you can liquid gold, shining and shimmering.

The cool air is agony against your open wounds. You’re warm, and wet, and the final strip of skin is pulled away from you. The heaviness of your wings are gone from you, and crane your neck to see them land with a heavy ‘thud’ away from you. The base of the ivory feathers are drenched in gold, and you can only think about the misery you’re in, and you reach for them. You need them back, you want them back. You’d sew them onto yourself if you could, but you can’t leave them here.

Your eyes glance around, wide and horrified, searching the crowd, and you roll onto your back, screaming once more, and calling for Father, your eyes landing on Adam. Legs block your view, and heavy hands lift you, pulling on your arm, and stretching the raw muscle. 

You can hear someone, but your own screams overpower the other, and for a moment, you’re in the air, lifted and unable to breathe, until gravity pulls you down.

It’s a searing pain. It burns your skin and the whips of air slash against your back and body. You’re beaten and battered, carried by the air of Hell, and your screams only echo around you. The ground is unforgiving, a crater forming around you as you land. Gravel and sticks push against your skin. Your body lays crumpled on the floor, limbs twisted around each other, and your body is a mix of gold and dirt. 

Weeds twist into your hair, and the stench of Hell makes you retch. You cry on the ground, alone and numb. There is no Father here; there is no warmth for you here. In a shay breath, with your hands clawing at the dirt, you wish for death. You wish for the demons to pry you apart and for your body to never recover. 

-

And far away, tucked away in his castle, eyes looking up at the heavens, Lucifer sees a shooting star streak across the sky, and his heart drops. 

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x reader #hh adam x reader #hazbin adam x reader #i got a few messages for my spot series so i wanna continue that #especially since i had a line i really wanted to use in my cookies and cream one #i also really wanted to finish the ghostface one #but like idk #i had like three different endings planned for it #and then there was the iwthysi with shigaraki #and like is it cringe?? #yes #but i love him #anyways #im on my masters and my professors are not teaching me!! #like how are you going to preach about professionalism and not respond to emails #anyways love you bye!! #also shout out to ciays mention!! #woo!!

[panncakes]

mhok immediately dismissing himself whenever day is around other people from day's world; hoovering in the kitchen or behind day; removing him from situations he feels like he has no right to be in, just waiting to be of service in some way; i need day to be very clear to mhok that he has a place at day's side as someone day wants at his side and not just as a caretaker and i need that to be very soon

#last twilight #i mean yes he's trying to be professional #but his self worth is also non-existent and i need day to teach mhok that just because he was told he's worthless doesn't mean he is

[fisheito]

i told myself that yakuei only had one position then i proved myself (sorta) wrong

my fave face here:

#technically... if they were boinking in outer space... a lot of these would be the same position #makes a rotate-y gesture with my fingers #what is yakumo's kabedon if not a vertical missionary #so i've half proven myself right AND wrong! i'm net neutral in outer space broskis!!!!! #zizz-asdf if ur reading these tags i'll have u know that u inspired me to Do the Research1 #like. 5 garu riding eiden? no. it can't be. does yaku do one specific thing with eiden 5 times? *tries to write it down* #i can't quite... what's the word for that position...uhhhh #ah forget it i'll just draw it out #<- that was the process of creating this. collage? 😆 #THE MATRIX OF YAKUEI BOINKINg POSITIONS (under construction) #when u about to be semi-normal and make a spreadsheet but ur sexcabulary is stunted so you resort to visuals instead #legit opening up every intimacy room and skipping thru sections to get as complete a picture as possible #wondering... where are yaku's feet planted in this one. (skips to 8minute mark) #ah! there they are. theyre not supporting his weight in this one *draws it* #while drawing crimson phantom room 2 my brow was furrowed and i was mentally narrating #[and this one i affectionately call.. rectal exam - professional misconduct Grounds for Termination)] #surprised they str8 up havent done classicdoggstyle yet. is it because he's a snake? garu should teach him #also surprised that there's been no Light SSR for yaku yet. come on!! Light mode on the double! #uhhh i think the only repeated positions were freestanding (choco liqueur r2 and dark nova r2) #and standing AGAINST! THE! WALL! (choco liqueur r5 {interior} and shadow lineage r5 {cave}) #wait. *throws papers around* i swear they did missionary more than once. was it only ocean breeze??? #i know with the intimacy rooms they gotta modify the positions into certain angles to make it...look...better #but seriously? only one missionary out of the lot of them? despite the aesthetic tweaks??? how can that ........ #*tosses more papers around with increasing befuddlement* WHERE IS MY PURE 100% VANILLA BEAN ICE CREAM #sighs as all the papers lie scattered on the ground #dude... i don't know anymore..... this is beyond my scope #now that i see how evenly spread out the positions are... #i BET the devs have SOME SORTA CHART tracking yaku's positions. now THAT'S a funky office corkboard! #yakuei

[bayrad]

Kind of disappointed that Shinjiro is widely considered an edgy character because I don’t think an edgy character would pull a goof as silly as pretending to sleep in front of the tv so no one suspects him being interested in cooking shows

Dude’s just reserved

#persona 3 reload #shinjiro aragaki #spoilers #like serious tho god forbid a character be quiet and reserved about their feelings and interests #would an edgy person teach you how to professionally cook and garden? #with a smile on his face when you do a good job?

[edscuntyeyeshadow]

she blows outta nowhere, roman candle of the wild, laughin’ away through my feeble disguise.

#stede bonnet professional manic pixie dream girl #our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd s2 #hozier #jackie and wilson #ofmd season 2 #edward teach #our flag means gay #gay pirates #stede bonnet #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #ed x stede #hozier lyrics #loving edward teach hours #ofmd x hozier

[phantomrose96]

I'm joining a volunteer program to help out in the computer science classes at local high schools. Finally I get to fulfill every young adult's worst nightmare of returning to high school at age 26.

#but actually though i think itll be a fun time #the gist is that comp sci courses are pretty New in a lot of these schools #and they don't necessarily have staff who are well-equipped yet to teach them #so the volunteer program is for industry professionals to give guidance to the teacher and give assistance in class to the students #to like strengthen the program #there's training ill get over the summer for like. how to do this well #ive got the summer to unbecome the XKCD Feldspar comic #chrissy speaks

[a-sassy-bench]

little known fact: this scene is actually a recreation of the time my very religious CEO stormed into the residential facility i ran because she found out i let the kids have tarot cards

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd s2 #ofmd season two #our flag means death s2 #our flag means death season 2 #Blackbeard #ed teach #Edward teach #ofmd edward teach #ofmd blackbeard #ofmd ed teach #our flag means death ed teach #our flag means death Blackbeard #our flag means death edward teach #mental health professional #taika waititi #con oniell #con o'neill #joel fry #izzy hands #frenchie #vico ortiz #ofmd jim #residential #therapist

[runningwithscizzorz]

Hi, idk if youve already talked about this or if you even want to but i was curious to know if you were cool with that one artist on twitter that draws in your exact style and character designs? Often times when i see their art i mistake them for you until i click on the account. i just wanted to know if you were okay with stuff like that. People cant own an artstyle i know but everytime i see their art i think its you. Obviously you dont have to answer this i was just genuinely curious and kind of wanted to know your take on stuff like that

When I addressed this exact thing on Twitter, I wasn't expecting anything to really happen, but theeenn... In about a month, I found several artists whose styles looked shockingly like my own. It hit me pretty hard that, with several thousand followers, this was bound to happen, people almost exactly narrowing down my style to even the smallest details.

It's slightly unnerving, not going to lie, but I still can't bring myself to be genuinely disturbed or tell anyone to stop. They're doing exactly what I did with Glen Keane's work, studying someone they look up to in attempts to convey the feelings and messages in their art as I do with mine, so I can't really get upset about it.

But, I can get upset over these artists, not heeding my advice to use several artistic references for their style. Being a good artist isn't finding a single artist you admire and developing your style with theirs piece by piece. You must absorb and translate the entire world. When I said you needed to get out of your own art bubble, I did not mean "just take another artist in your little safe bubble." It's inefficient to developing your own work.

What I recommend these artists to do is: Take a break from studying anyone's style, and study the real world equivalent of what you admire about that persons work. Studying straight from the source will pop you out of that bubble! Not to mention, learning anatomy, backgrounds, or anything from one artist before understanding how to actually break down the world around you is a very poor artistic practice. Learn the rules before you read someone else's guidelines.

#asks #i like to think of the artists who refrence my style heavily like little siblings who i want to teach #buuut i know i need to be more professional than that so i wont hold back #still. if youre struggling with your style or if you look up to my art im absolutely not mad at you #i just also genuinely think you should start with a n y other artist since im still learning all the time

[abrilstevens]

my personal hell is watching tv and movie characters doing shitty ass CPR. go girl give us nothing. why do you want this person dead 😭

#it’s not like you even have to consult a medical professional to get this right as a director #there are youtube videos that can teach you in like 2 min???? #lizzie saltzman would know how to do CPR better than this please #leah is rambling again tag

[catominor]

theres some things i really love about ancient rome as a histfic setting and a lot of it is their totally different notions of what is and isn't acceptable in polite society. basically what i'm saying is i need to have a scene where they dance and its SOOO scandalous and so very sexy because it is so scandalous and improper

#i need to read more about it but generally my impression is that professional dancers were common entertainment BUT that it was considered #unseemly for members of the upper classes to dance themselves #anyway i think martinus would be a scandalously good dancer&lfc would have never done it in his life. so martinus would have to teach him<3 #there's a lot of other stuff too but the dance thing comes to mind especially #ficposting

[oldshrewsburyian]

Because I am collaborating on a project with colleagues (developing a team-taught course) I sent them a draft document via our institutional file-sharing cloud. One of them just emailed to ask if he could edit directly, or if he should download it, make edits, and then resend.

...This may be a long year of collaboration.

#repeats to self: i AM glad to be collaborating with senior colleagues. i am. #adventures in academia #i sent the polite professional email that boils down to: do not pass go do not collect $200 do NOT create additional doc versions PLEASE #imagine (dear readers) my millennial horror in this scenario #i keep telling myself that one day i will be the senior academic refusing to learn how to use the holodeck portal or something #so i teach colleagues how to use the copier (yes really) and the file-sharing cloud as i wish to be taught how to use the holodeck

[the-mandalorian-jedi]

Okay but like Dinluke au to the last episode!

So this would be in an alternate universe where Din and Luke decided to share custody of Grogu! And when Din decided to go to Mandalor to redeem himself but couldn’t find a suitable droid, at the last moment he remembered that Luke has R2D2 an Astromech droid!

So he goes to the planet where Luke and Ashoka are setting up the new Jedi temple. He roles up like “hey I’m going to Mandalor to bathe in the living waters so I can redeem myself in the eyes of my people. And I need a droid. Y’all wanna tag along?!” And Luke and Ashoka just kind look at each other like what the fuck? Did he really just say what I think he said?! Then they realize he did and that he’s serious and he’s gonna bring Grogu with him too. And they’re just like fuck we better go with him so he doesn’t get killed.

So Luke, Ashoka, and R2 go with Din to Mandalor. And maybe Din makes an off hand comment about Bo-Katan not wanting to join him and how she was sulking on her throne. So Ashoka has them make a pit stop so she can drag Bo-Katan off her depression throne and and to Mandalor with them.

The episode hijinxs ensues only Din and Grogu have Luke, Ashoka, R2, and Bo-Katan with him from the start when he gets to Mandalor. And honestly Luke and Ashoka are so glad they decided to go along cause otherwise Din definitely would have gotten his himbo ass killed on this trip if he’d been alone!!!

#star wars #star wars au #the mandalorian #the mandolorian spoilers #din darjin #luke skywalker #ashoka tano #bo katan kryze #r2d2 #dinluke #Luke just exasperatedly following his future husband around the ruins that is Mandalor #Ashoka and Bo follow along behind him snickering the whole way at Luke’s expense #maybe Luke and Ashoka give Din some lightsaber lessons along the way as well #cause Din really needs a professional to teach him how to wield that thing already #Bo doesn’t join in on the lessons cause she’s being a touch bit petty about Din being the owner of the dark saber #R2 and Grogu are just vibing together watching all this shit go down #R2 and Grogu friendship supremacy!!!

[luobingmeis]

like. on the one hand. i get when my supervisors are like "be sure to be personable with your students in a way that still maintains the fact that u are the authority figure bc, since ur all young, it will be easier for them to not see u as a professional" but also. it is very funny when one of my students comes into the TA office, tells me that my undecorated desk is lame compared to the other desks, and then within 30 minutes is like "idk if ur the type of neurodivergent who [proceeds to say something that i absolutely do]" like. they clocked me! they got me there!

#also my hot take is that like. i am a 24 year old grad student teaching college freshmen. #i know where my strengths and weaknesses are and frankly i feel confident in maintaining my own professionalism #all while not forcing myself to act way older than i am #like my students still (relatively) listen to me #and none have tried. u know. being rude with me #(which i am thaknful for bc i have been hearing some horror stories from the other TAs) #so yeah it's funny when one of my best students is like ''hey jordyn ur desk is really lame compared to everyone else's'' #like frankly i'll worry abt being professor [x] when i have a master's #and dr [x] when i have a doctorate

[utilitycaster]

I'm writing up the Midst Roundtable summary for the wiki and one thing I really respect is Third Person essentially saying "we were thoughtful about how to structure our story, because it's true that big infodumps will cause your plotting to suffer, but because we spent that time in season 1 setting the scene and putting the major players into place, by the time we got to season 2 the audience should have what they need" both because they did this masterfully and because I think while it can be risky to overestimate your audience, it is lethal to underestimate them.

#midst tag #when i half joke about creators needing to be more hostile to their audience this is what i mean #not hostile but like. don't be gentle with the audience. don't treat the audience like goldfish who won't remember hooks from 3 months ago #let them put it together! teach the audience to fish! #ugh midst is SO good and as someone who is not like...professionally A Creative it still make me want to make things #(original things too not just fanfic) #and that's a TALENT

[engagemythrusters]

hm currently i keep thinking of my modern rebels au (im not immune to a good modern au etc etc) and i think the funniest way to do kanan is jut to make him the househusband. the eyecandy. famous racecar driver hera syndulla and her stay-home-dad husband who teaches self-defence courses every monday tuesday wednesday friday.

#he's armcandy xoxo #no but he was a professional fencer pre-accident. quit after obvs. didn't want to get a boring ass job #so he knocked up his wife so he could be a stay home dad hehe hhoho #(i tease) #but yea thats what i have so far #fenn rau is the owner of the studio (martial arts place? i forgot the word) he teaches at #hera is the third gender (nascar) and a winner xoxo #sabine and ezra are their idiot kids #and zeb... is there... somehow #jacen baby. he littol baby. #uhhh yea #is it a good au? idk #im just having fun thinking about it every other day or so #today im thinking of ezra and kanan and sabine working on techniques #to develop for kanan and other blind people who take kanan's wednesday classes #which does result in ezra and sabine going for each others throats #while kanan regrets signing the adoption papers xoxo #sldkjf ILL SOTOP NOW SORRY #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #kanera #star wars: rebels