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charmedreincarnation · 1 year

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My Boujee wealthy dark academia shifting story

Before I started manifesting money in this reality, I was super obsessed with the old money aesthetic, gossip girl, nepotism babies, and just anything money tbh, because obscene wealth has always been fascinating to me. I was honestly bored and feeling materistlic when I intended to go here solely for the purpose of ending this exploration crave lol. I’ll just list some of the thing I had fun doing and my experiences. I won’t get into specific stories because they’re probably just as you presume.

I’m going to first run through some of the most fascinating things I experienced and before I tell personal stories.

-Going to luxury rooftop bars and having drinks with my friends! This is one of my first realities where I was of age and had an extroverted personality so that was fun

-I Joined a super cool and high class sorority at my college. I always thought the concept of a sorority was cringe but we did a lot of volunteer work, and the communal family you have access to is beyond what I expected.

-Going on fancy night outs and renting the most expensive hotel room to have a relaxing night with friends and/ or throwing a giant high class party was the weekend norm. My ambivert self here is shocked that this is how some people live everyday haha.

- getting to be be a mysterious rich person, and legacy student at my university had its perk.

-my parents owned vacation homes in the aesthetic countrysides of Switzerland and France. Here I didn’t get the reasoning of having multiple homes,but when you travel often, it’s not as impractical as it seems.

-getting used to flying private. Not having to go through tsa and having a corsage of people to have travel be as easy as possible was so fun. I don’t travel often here and when I do it spikes my anxiety. Being surrounded by people and having to do all those checks stresses me out, and not dealing with that made traveling so much more fun.

-my parents created a huge scholarship fund to help low-income families. With a certain amounts of students winning every month. This scholarship covers all fees for college from boarding to school supplies to tuition costs to meal plans. I got to also sponsor an endangered animals. My choice was pandas :)

-getting to go to go to the met gala!

-Buying expensive rare and ancient plants! My dad bought a $20,000 olive tree for my mom to plant on our property, and it’s worth the price. Nature to me will always be priceless

The first thing that I think of when I reflect on what it is like being in the top .01% is the access to resources. Having access to a sizable personal fortune gives me the freedom to purchase anything I want and to travel anywhere in the world. I can indulge in luxuries that some people can only dream about.

It also brings with it a considerable amount of responsibility. As part of this elite group I have an obligation to use my resources to better the lives of those around me. For example, I have been able to make donations to charities and invest in causes that are important to me. I believe this is a great way to use my wealth to make a difference in the world.At times being in the top .01% was overwhelming. There is a certain level of pressure to make sure that my money is invested in responsible and rewarding ways. As well, many people view the wealthy with suspicion and resentment, which can be intimidating at times.

Anyways I want to expand on my experience attending the mega gala, bc that was easily my favorite night.My experience attending the Met gala was super cool, and a night to remember no matter what reality I’m in. I was so honored to be there for the first time ever. I vividly remember I was wearing a gorgeous navy blue satin dress with glittering jewels around the edges. The glittering jewels were a perfect complement to the gold sequins that adorn my dress as I made my way to the main event.inside, I was amazed by the opulence of the venue and how much effort has gone into creating such a beautiful spectacle. Everywhere I look I see incredible art installations, shimmering lights, and luxurious furnishings that all make me feel like I'm in a wonderland. To top it off, there's was incredible live music playing and the electrifying atmosphere that is enough to make anyone want to get up and dance.Of course, it wouldn't be a true Met Gala experience without some of the amazing food and drinks. From delicious hors d'oeuvres to exquisite sweet treats, everything was artfully prepared and presented, definitely making it a night to remember.

As the evening progresses, there was so much more to take in. Celebrities were mingling, taking pictures and making speeches; even just getting a chance to be in the same room with them was an incredible experience.My favorite moment was meeting a person I’m both of fan of here in this reality and that reality as well. I vividly remember Lily-Rose Depp gracefully walking through the hall, meeting people one by one and graciously talking to each of them.finally, it was my turn to meet her. She warmly shook my hand and asked me how I was doing. We began talking, and I found myself instantly at ease around her. We spoke about roles we've taken on in the past, our respective passions in life, and our favorite movies.

I was completely swept away by her enthusiasm for life and her willingness to connect on a deeper level with those around her. As we talked, I noticed that she kept casting glances around the hall- which I later found out was because she wanted to make sure that everyone present was enjoying themselves and feeling welcome. At the end of our conversation, she thanked me for taking the time to talk to her and added that if I ever needed anything, she'd be there to help out. I was holding back my giddy smile, trying to be as normal as possible, as I thanked her for her kindness.

I also vividly remember my upbringing and just how crazy wealthy people live.

Growing up, much of my time was spent attending events and dinners with other businesspeople. Although these were often overwhelming and boring at first, I gradually became more comfortable in such social settings and gained connections of my own.

Meanwhile, I also had access to mentors and peers from well-connected families. This allowed me to gain invaluable advice and knowledge on how to succeed in the professional world. In addition, to no surprise there were times when I was given advantages in certain situations due to my family ties. Doors that may have been closed to others opened up easily for me. This made it easier for me to take advantage of certain opportunities and advance my career. While this is true, it can often be a double-edged sword. Being a nepotism baby can make it hard to prove yourself, as there's always a nagging feeling that you got ahead because of a lucky birthright, but that of course in no ways compares to being born without connections. I think that’s something wealthy people tell their kids so they don’t feel like they didn’t work for anything because even if it’s true you don’t want the people you love to feel that way. Also, there's sometimes an element of guilt present due to knowing that others may not get the same opportunities as you. It can be difficult to separate what you've earned from what was given because of your family ties.

I was also lucky enough to have grown up in a huge mansion in the heart of Los Angeles, with all the bells and whistles that come with it. From the grand entrance walls adorned with family portraits and art to the private screening theaters and sprawling gardens, I'd say it's one of a kind.

The perks of living in a mansion come tenfold; I was on Tik tok the other day and saw people complaining (humble bragging) about the hardships of having a huge home. Growing up in one and having the experience now, it’s actually very common for rich people to portray their life as harder than it is to seem more human. It’s something we’re taught to do when we’re young so when I see it happen now, I’m like eye roll… I know exactly what you’re doing

Anyways I loved my house ! For starters, I loved my sunset pool that overlooks the city. It's the perfect place to enjoy a summer day in California with great views and a built-in Jacuzzi. Of course there's also my personal chef who helps whip up amazing meals for me and my family.

Having house help has made growing up here a breeze. Everyday necessities like laundry, chores and even grocery shopping are taken care of for me, leaving me more time to focus on things that really matter. I could write a list of things I needed, and the next morning everything I wrote would show up just like that, it was actually pretty dope. Not to mention the immense amount of help I get from my parents—they are both incredibly successful, so I'm always surrounded by people who, like them, have achieved incredible success.

More than anything, the best part of living here is that I get whatever I want. Shopping sprees, spa days and extravagant getaways are just a few of the indulgences that come with my lifestyle. I'm truly fortunate to have experienced a life of luxury and opulence—it's definitely given me a greater appreciation for all that I have been blessed with.

Lastly, I’m a big foodie no matter where I go so I’m also going to list some of my fav 5 star restaurants! I’m sure most if not all exist here as well so, if possible I would try them out!

-For seafood lovers, Manresa in Los Gatos, California is sure to tantalize your taste buds. With its commitment to local and sustainable ingredients, the restaurant offers an ever-changing menu that highlights delicious seafood dishes with a Californian flair. From the tantalizing tuna tartare and exquisite abalone dishes to the poached white sturgeon and Dungeness crab preparations, Manresa showcases its tasteful and creative cuisine that people rave about.

-If French cuisine is more to your liking, Alain Ducasse in Paris is sure to transport you to another world of classic French cuisine with a modern twist. During your visit, you'll enjoy dishes such as the butter-poached lobster tail, roasted poultry with Malavallee mushrooms, and crispy duck with crispy crimini mushrooms and creamy potato puree. And be sure to finish your meal with the magnificent desserts like the signature Mont Blanc cake.

-For a top-notch Italian experience, check out Osteria Francescana in Modena, Italy. Here you'll find an unforgettable Italian culinary experience with traditional dishes like beef cheek in Barolo wine, ravioli stuffed with prawns, zucchini flowers and stracciatella, and risotto with king crab. The family-run restaurant has come a long way since it first opened in 1995, achieving true worldwide fame for its simple yet lavish dishes.

-If you're planning a trip to Tokyo, you'll definitely want to make a stop at Sushi Saito. Not only is this two Michelin-starred restaurant applauded for its exquisite sushi and sashimi platters, but it's also home to the world's finest sushi chefs. From the uni and scallop nigiri to the tuna sashimi, each bite here is sure to delight your palate.

-Lastly, don't miss the opportunity to visit Geranium in Copenhagen and sample a unique take on modern Nordic cuisine. Chef Rasmus Kofoed delights guests with dishes that feature locally sourced, seasonal ingredients such as skyr ice cream, geoduck clams, and trout roe. With its innovative approach and bold flavors, Geranium has truly become one of the world’s finest restaurants.

No matter which five-star Michelin restaurant you choose, you can be sure that you'll experience exceptional food and service and leave with lasting memories of your sumptuous meal… but these were the most memorable to me.

Other than that I don’t really know what else to say unless you guys wanna hear specific things. It was a normal life, at least normal to me there because that’s just how I was raised 🥰🥰

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glam-pir · 10 months

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- introduction to writeblr -

p e r s o n a l i n f o

hi !! i'm em, i'm 18, almost 19, and i use she/they pronouns. writing's always been part of my life, i've just never actually believed i could do it. so, here i am, yada yada yada more cheesy shit. anyways, i'm in college so my activity levels are all over the place, i'm hoping having a blog to even myself out and make myself stay consistent will actually work. i love all things dark, gloomy, scary, and puzzle-ey, which goes without saying that my hobbies follow the same tragectory. i've been playing piano since i was four years old and i love writing music, solving puzzles, writing and reading (goes without saying frankly).

a b o u t m y w r i t i n g

let’s get into it, shall we? i really like a blether, and by that i mean i’m indecisive beyond words. my most common genres in the overarching sense is urban fantasy combined with cosmic horror, and high fantasy. i love worldbuilding don’t come for me i’m sensitive.

but in terms of smaller little motifs and themes, i love delving into folklore (slavic and north african, gotta stick to my roots), low fantasy and surrealism, political intrigue, dark romanticism, gothic horror, monster girls, lesbians, a good ole butch/femme dynamic, dead people, ghosts, generational stories, and of course, anything you could listen to depeche mode while reading.

w i p i n f o

jesus it’s uh, um, it’s a mess in here, please ignore the state of my mind rn, all titles are subject to change, for now i'll be titling them by vibe and vibe alone, these will probably be their tags for the forseeable future, also they're all gay

no guts, all gory

a story of suspicious internships, monsterous girls, the desire for knowledge, dead people, things man was not mean to see, and lunch dates with your coworkers. [ low fantasy / surrealism / cosmic horror ]

baba yaga's moving castle

a story of matriarchies, political intrigue, slavic folklore. [ high fantasy / multiple povs ]

gas station prophecies

a story of gas station prophets, things in the fog, shadows in the woods, spooky towns and liminal spaces, odd summer vacations, and some very important realizations. [ low fantasy / surrealism / gothic horror / coming of age ]

saints of nothing at all

a story of secret societies that are worse than they seem, culty schools, ✨cunty✨outfits, mean girls, meaner lesbians, himbos, ballroom dancing, and just a little bit of a roll in the uncanny valley. [ surrealism / hauntings / gothic horror / academia ]

#writeblr #writing #creative writing #writer #my writing #original writing #fiction #writeblr things #writeblr intro #writeblr introduction #writeblr community #fantasy #surrealism #cosmic horror #gothic horror #low fantasy #high fantasy

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ashhh-14 · 2 years

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▨Making them jealous▨

Character's origin- Boku no hero academia

Characters- Katsuki Bakugou and Eijirou Kirishima

Warning- Violence (Not towards reader), rough, biting, flirting, cussing, slight dirty talk, semi-public, fingering, cunnilingus, fembodied reader Eijiro's, 15+

Genre- ◔

Format- Preference

Word count- 1351

Synopsis- Your boyfriend isn't paying attention to you for the past few days. Time to teach him a lesson isn't it?

Masterlist

❃ Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Your hips swayed to the blasting music in the club as the doors opened and closed, new people chiming in while some of them leaving, half of them already passed out. "Want to have a drink (Y/n)? " Mina yelled over the music. "No I am good. " You replied.

"Let's rest for a bit shall we? My feet hurt! " Mina whined as you agreed, making your way to the drinks counter and taking a seat, finally having some sort of relief, away from the high pitched screams and music. "So! Are you going to tell me what made you invite me here today? Because from as much as I know, you're not the party type much. "

You chuckled, "You're right. I'm definitely not much of a party person but work's been tough lately. I figured I could use a bit of relaxation. " She nodded, " Makes sense. But where is Bakugou? I haven't seen you without him much to be honest." She laughed. "Must be out working somewhere. " You muttered under your breath. "What was that-? " Just when she asked that, a guy approached you, a handsome one at that while simultaneously the door to the bar opened. The guy stood beside you, between you and Mina, his one arm on the counter as he started, "Hey beautiful. How are you doin'? "

"Sorry Mr. but- " Mina started but was interrupted with you shushing her as you placed your hand on the guy's arm, feeling him up. You smiled, "I'm doing great. Care to have a dance with me? " You chirped as you felt a piercing stare boring it's way onto you two's figures. He smirked, "Of course sweetheart. " He smirked, his arm encircling your hips as you stood up and just like that, last resolve of Bakugou's temper broke as he made his way to you two with long strides, actions as smooth as butter as a punch was swiftly landed on the guy's face, his rough hand gripping your wrist with a bruising grip as he pulled you out of the club.

The next thing you know, you were slammed against Bakugou's car, his arms caging your form as he glared at you with his vermillion eyes that somehow looked more redder.

"What.The.Fucking.Hell.Do.You think you were doing in there (Y/n)? " His voice an octave low as you felt small under his gaze.

Despite feeling a little intimidated by your own boyfriend, you tried playing it cool, "What? I should be the one asking why you brought me out here. " You glared back at him. "Oh yeah? What? You were enjoying yourself in there?! In that damn bastard's arms (Y/n)? " His volume rose a little as his glare deepned, his face leveling yours. You scoffed, " Yes I was. So what huh? " His hand was rough with his movements as he gripped the side of your neck, his thumb grazing your cheek bone. " 'So what? ' You ask me? You're mine. You're my partner. No one has the right to touch you that way except for me. You hear me? " You stayed silent, head facing the side. 'So this is what finally made him pay attention to me from his work after a week huh? Interesting. '

"You little-" He muttered under his breath before his teeth came in contact with the soft flesh of your neck, roughly biting the skin and sucking afterwards as he started leaving dark red and purple hickeys on your neck. You gasped, grabbing a fist full of his hair, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as his other hand started rubbing in between your legs with rough movements. "Katsuki-! " You whimpered as his other hand started kneading the soft flesh of your ass. His mouth continued his abuse on your neck, making his way towards your collarbone, wet kisses and love bites trailing his path. You slightly pushed him off as soon as you became a little aware of your surroundings, mind still hazy from him rubbing your sweet spot, "We can't-! Not here Katsuki-! " You moaned breathily. His mouth detached itself from your skin with a pop sound, his eyes looking directly into yours. "Get inside the car. You complain about me not giving you enough attention? Not fucking you dumb? You're going to get exactly what you deserve. You're not going to get even an ounce of rest until the sun comes up. I'll make sure this body of yours remembers the consequences next time you try playing any tricks on me. Get the fuck inside the car. "

❃ Eijirou Kirishima x Reader

Your boyfriend's been busy with hero work lately. It's not like you weren't either but you eventually took out time for yourself and him while he wasn't able to do the same. The clock showed eight PM as you took your bag and got ready to leave your shared apartment.

'He's been neglecting me for too long. Even if it is unintentional I still don't like it. '

You got ready to leave, putting on your heels. 'He told me he'll be home early today. Although it doesn't seem like it but even if that is the case, I'm going out. I want to give him a taste of his own medicine. Make him feel how it feels to be left alone.' You pouted, opening the door handle and stepping into the corridor. You pressed the button of the elevator which soon opened. The catch is, it wasn't empty. There stood Kirishima with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand. "Baby? Why are you-? Where are you going? " He asked, confusion written all over his face as he stepped out of the elevator. "Kiri! I'm going out with my friends tonight!" You smiled.

"Friends? But all of them are at work... Even I had to apply an off early so I could spend some time with you. " He said, his voice somewhat sad. "It's my friends from elementary school Eiji. The plan was formed last minute and I just couldn't deny." You started feeling bad as Kirishima resembled like a wet cat in the rain with each passing second. " But I wanted to spend time with you tonight. You know we weren't able to lately... "

"I'm sorry Eijiro.... " You tried your best denying him but your resolve slowly started crumbling as he placed his lips on yours. He slightly parted his lips, capturing your bottom lip in between his, sucking on it tenderly as his free hand pushed you against his well built body by your lower back. "Eiji-" You gasped as he parted from you, but his lips weren't off you for too long before they found their place on the valley of your breasts. A sensual shiver went down your spine as you moaned his name, hand gripping his hair as he sucked your cleavage gently.

You tried resisting, telling him to stop, that you need to go or you would get late but your pleas fell on deaf ears as he started walking backwards, your back coming in contact with your apartment's front door, his hand quickly working his way in opening the door and inserting the code in.

You are unaware of what happened next but here you laid now, legs spread apart on either side of Kirishima's head as one of your hands gripped the sheets while the other tangled itself into his hair, tugging the strands as his tongue kept plunging inside your weeping hole, coating his lips and chin with your arousal as he brought you to your high on his tongue. The tight coil in your abdomen snapped as his lips captured your clit, sucking on it harshly as you came down from your high, his moments working you through your orgasm.

He straightened himself up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as the other started undoing his belt. He leveled his face with yours, whispering in your ear," I'm not letting you go to anyone else beside me. I'll continue making this body mine till you can't remember anything except my name. "

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meliaki · 6 months

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jungwon academic rivals

enhypen fluff, academic rivals

Y/N's unwavering dedication to her grades left little room for thoughts of romance. Her friends struggled to understand why she prioritized studying over socializing. However, there was one person she despised above all else - Yang Jungwon, her academic rival. For some inexplicable reason, Jungwon possessed a level of intelligence that rivaled Y/N's own, and the mere thought of him surpassing her in their studies haunted her.

Since the first day of high school, Y/N and Jungwon had been locked in an intense academic rivalry. Their clashes extended beyond the classroom, often manifesting in passionate debates during class discussions. Each of them would challenge the other's ideas, presenting meticulously researched arguments and counterarguments. Their debates were nothing short of captivating, leaving their classmates in awe of their intellectual prowess. Unfortunately, the rivalry between Y/N and Jungwon extended beyond the realm of academia. Jungwon and his group of friends took pleasure in teasing and making fun of Y/N, adding insult to injury. The constant taunting only fueled Y/N's determination to outshine Jungwon and prove her worth.

pov y/n

It was the day our teacher would announce the groups for our project work. My best friend and I exchanged hopeful glances, silently praying that we would end up in the same group. As our teacher spoke, my heart sank when I heard the dreaded words, "Jungwon, Heeseung, and Y/N, you guys will be working together on a group project." In that moment, it felt like my world came crashing down. The thought of working with Jungwon, my academic rival, was the last thing I wanted. Anger surged through me as I thought to myself, "How am I supposed to work with him?" I couldn't help but roll my eyes in frustration.

My dislike for Jungwon ran deep. He constantly teased and made fun of me, always trying to provoke a reaction.

The idea of spending extended time with him on a project filled me with dread. Later, during the break, I headed to the library in search of a book on the topic our group was supposed to research. I scoured the shelves, searching high and low, but to my dismay, I couldn't find the book anywhere.

Just as I glanced over, I noticed Jungwon leaning casually against a bookshelf, holding the book I needed in one hand, wearing a smug expression. Frustration welled up inside me as I whispered to myself, "Why does he have to have that book?" Summoning up the last bit of patience, I reluctantly approached Jungwon and mustered the courage to ask, "Excuse me, may I have that book, please?" I couldn't help but roll my eyes, already anticipating his response.

With a cocky expression, Jungwon retorted, "Why should I give it to you? I got it first." His words dripped with arrogance, fueling my annoyance even further. "Pleaseeee," I pleaded, my voice tinged with exasperation. I hoped that maybe, just maybe, he would show a hint of kindness or empathy. A mischievous smirk played on Jungwon's face as he replied, "Okay, fine. I'll let you have the book if you can reach it." His challenge only added to my growing frustration. Without wasting a moment, Jungwon deliberately placed the book on the top shelf, well out of my reach. I could hear his chuckles as he watched me struggle, relishing in my predicament.

Refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me jump around like a fool, I quickly spotted a nearby stool and grabbed it. Stepping onto the stool, I hoped it would grant me the extra height I needed to retrieve the book. However, even with the added boost, my short stature proved to be a hindrance, and the book remained just out of my grasp. Amidst my struggle, I couldn't help but feel a mix of annoyance and embarrassment. The sound of Jungwon's laughter only intensified these emotions, making me more determined to find a way to retrieve the book and prove him wrong.

As I tried to back up a little on the stool to create more space, I suddenly lost my footing. Panic surged through me as I realized I couldn't save myself. The nearby shelves were still too far for my hands to reach and grab onto, leaving me no choice but to succumb to the fall. In that split second, I landed on top of Jungwon, and we both tumbled to the ground together. As I processed what had just happened, a rush of emotions flooded over me. I found myself on top of him, my hands instinctively resting on his chest. Our lips were unexpectedly pressed against each other, and I could feel his warm breath against my face. My eyes widened in shock as the realization of the situation hit me. His heart raced beneath my hands, mirroring the realization that had dawned on him as well. "How did this happen?" I wondered, my mind racing to comprehend the unexpected intimacy that had unfolded between us.

The last thing I ever anticipated was finding myself in such a vulnerable and intimate position with my academic rival.

As I hastily got up from the floor, my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The realization of what had just transpired between Jungwon and me hit me like a ton of bricks. I couldn't believe that a simple accident had led to such an intimate and unexpected moment.

Embarrassment flooded through me as I replayed the scene in my mind. Our bodies entangled, lips touching, and the palpable tension in the air. It was a moment that I never anticipated, especially with someone I had considered my academic rival for so long. The awkwardness of the situation was palpable as I stumbled over my words, muttering a feeble "sorry" before hastily retreating from the scene. My face burned with embarrassment, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of regret and confusion that washed over me. As I walked away, I couldn't help but wonder how this incident would affect our relationship moving forward. Would it change the dynamic between us? Would it create an even greater rivalry or perhaps something entirely unexpected?

These questions swirled in my mind, leaving me with a mix of anticipation and apprehension about what the future held. Despite my best efforts to forget the incident and move on, the memory of that accidental intimacy lingered in my thoughts, serving as a constant reminder of the unexpected twists and turns life can take.

hi guys this is my first post,, if you find it nice I appreciate any reblogs or likes 🥰

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tanadrin · 8 months

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The stuff that always attracted me most when I was doing an English degree was the stuff that felt more grounded in data points you couldn't bullshit your way around--the historical linguistics, the philology, cognitive theory. The study of literature as grounded in the world--I think medievalists in general are quite a bit better about that than many other subfields because they work so closely with (or are) historians. The central example of literary criticism for a lot of people is very disconnected from reality, like Lacanian readings of Shakespeare or something--something at once divorced from present concerns (because psychoanalytics is bunk, though it has a horrible half-life in critical studies for some inexplicable reason) and past ones (because Shakespeare had no fucking idea who Lacan was), and that stuff always bored me to tears, too.

But I think a lot of literary criticism is much more straightforward cultural history that is very useful, although probably not broadly useful. Like if you want to have a discussion (say) about 19th century literature, or evolving social attitudes toward feminism as seen through the novel, or the origin and development of golden age pulp sci fi, there is almost certainly someone who has got you covered, these are not necessarily topics with a high bullshit to useful information ratio, and the place where they functionally slot in in academia tends to be with the horrible Lacanian folks, because those are the other people interested in literature more broadly.

It's good that we have this field, I think. It would be annoying and stupid as a culture to have to reinvent the work of Ian Watt every time we wanted to talk about the history of the English-language novel. There's also mechanics-of-literature stuff that broadly falls under the aegis of literary criticism that it would be annoying and stupid to have to reinvent every time, but the tools for investigating that stuff outside relatively low-level mechanics of language have been pretty poor until recently.

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docholligay · 5 months

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Doc with today's educational environment, how long would you last as a college professor?

Ah, you must have been in the Piranesi book club, where I talked about how I was a failed Lit professor and honestly I feel like that was the best thing that ever happened to me.

You know, I am a particular sort of person, and one of those things that I think made me who i am is that for a number of years I, I guess I'll say, "worked without a net." And so, you know, when i left academia I had no fucking clue what I was going to do with the rest of my life. My peers who were continuing on to the graduate level were like, "I mean, I think I'm going to be miserable too, but if I just stop with a bachelor's, I'm not going to be able to get a job, or worse, I'll only be able to get a job that a high school graduate could get and that will make my degree worthless. What are you going to do?" and my response was essentially, "I don't know! Not this! Tend bar for awhile, maybe." But I didn't consider my education a waste (I DO consider the degree a waste. Who the fuck cares? I wish i could have gotten the knowledge cheaper without a degree. My degree has only ever been proof that I had good enough credit to make it through the system. I know a ton of fucking idiots with degrees, and intelligent people without them.)

Anyway, I am very interested in talking about books, and I love helping people get better and looking for what lies beneath the text and engaging with it, and learning about lenses, and stuff like that. I adore the teaching aspect of teaching. But I am not interested in strip mining a classic novel while invoking the dark sainthood of the critical schools of thought, praying for the absolution of a tenure that will never come. I am not interested in the auto-da-fé of student evaluations and peer review, coming year after year while wizened old men weigh the annoyance of me versus my diversity credentials versus how low they can keep my salary. I am not interested in engaging with the thousand tiny cuts of nineteen year olds telling me all the reasons they can't do something. I am not interested having to pan every single essay paper like its a mountain stream in 1849, only to find myself wondering if this is ChatGPT or the student really did turn in the literary equivalent of overcooked chicken breast, because they don't want to be here, they don't want to learn, and they would be happier getting a stamp saying, "My parents have access to forty thousand dollars, you may hire me."

I wouldn't last because you could offer me a position teaching courses *I* came up, and i would not take it. I would not teach Literature of the American West, because I do not want to teach in a formal setting, literally ever. I would not get beyond the offer email. If I wrote the next Great American Novel, and fuckin...Harvard, i guess, was like, "hey do you want to teach a class here?" No. I said, "You can't fire me, i quit," fifteen years ago, and I stand by it.

#It helps that literally ever arts/communication/etc major I know who went into academia is miserable #and I am very happy!#genuinely I would love a classroom where everyone is engaged and wants to learn #I adored teaching creative writing for the 13-17 set

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plural-swag-competition · 1 year

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We have our bracket! This was seeded by number of submissions. Some were given nicknames in the picture for space reasons. Apologies if we entered anything weird, this took a real long time to put together, and we're feeling a bit cross-eyed.

The top left is the top tier, top right is mid tier, bottom left is low tier, and bottom right is the one submission wonders! We'll be starting today with the bottom and working our way up for four days of round one before tackling everything all at once after the numbers are a bit reduced. Maybe two days of round two, depending on energy levels.

The Top Tier:

Shallan Davar/Veil/Radiant - The Stormlight Archive vs Yellow Guy - Don't Hug Me I'm Scared

Harrier Du Bois - Disco Elysium vs Frisk/Chara - Undertale

Epsilon - Red vs Blue vs Sora/Xion/Roxas/Ventus/Vanitas - Kingdom Hearts

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lochley) - Moon Knight Marvel Comics vs ENA - ENA

Yugi Mutou/Atem - Yu-Gi-Oh! vs Arthur Lester/John Doe - Malevolent Podcast

Raphael Hamato - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles vs Uendo Toneido/Patches/Kisegawa/Owen - Ace Attorney: Spirit of Justice

Greed/Ling - Fullmetal Alchemist vs Link (Green, Red, Blue, Vio, and Shadow) - The Legend of Zelda: Four Sword Adventures

Shigeo “Mob” Kageyama - Mob Psycho 100 vs Sunny/Omori - OMORI

The Mid Tier:

Dr Alto Clef - SCP wiki vs Ford Cruller - Psychonauts

Madeline & Mirrorline - Celeste vs Darcy Wu - Amphibia

Hojo Emu, Tensai Gamer M, Parado (Kamen Rider Ex-Aid) - Kamen Rider Ex-Aid vs The Wildcards - Persona

Link/Deku Butler’s Son/Darmani III/Mikau/Fierce Deity - LoZ Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask vs The Sunken - Oxenfree

Bruce Banner/Hulk/Joe Fixit/Devil Hulk - Marvel comics vs Goldia die Heilige/Fleta/Harpae/Lisette - Pocket Mirror

The Warrior of Light - Final Fantasy XIV vs Mike/Chester /Vito/Svetlana/Manitoba/Mal - Total Drama

Blitzwing - Transformers: Animated vs Patrick and Rey Sprigs - Megaman Starforce

Cassie O'Pia - Psychonauts 2 vs Peter Nureyev - The Penumbra Podcast

The Low Tier:

Edward Teach - Our Flag Means Death vs BMO - Adventure Time

Diavolo and Dopplio - Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure vs the Legion system (David Haller and headmates) - Marvel/X-Men Comics

One-One - Infinity Train vs Raiden Ei/Raiden Shogun - Genshin Impact

Jaden Yuki/Haou Jaden/Yubel - Yu-Gi-Oh! GX vs Sylvie Ashling and Dr. Beefton - Epithet Erased

Mikoto Kayano - Milgram vs Kris and the SOUL - Deltarune

Triad/Luornu Durgo - LoS Legion of Superheroes Post-Zero Hour run/1993-2003 run vs Gray Reverse - Helios: Rising Heroes

Vyncent “Virion” Sol - Just Roll With It: Prime Defenders vs Alluka and Nanika Zoldyck - Hunter x Hunter

Jackson Jekyll and Holt Hyde - Monster High vs Hajime Hinata/Izuru Kamukura - Super Dangan Ronpa 2

The One Submission Wonders:

Izuku Midoriya - Boko No Hero Academia vs Mollymauk/Kingsley Tealeaf/Lucien Tavelle - Critical Role

Roronoa Zoro - One Piece vs Sho and Minazuki - Persona 4 Arena Ultimax

Miyao/Meow Mitake - Ciconia When They Cry vs Webber - Don't Starve

Eda Clawthorne - The Owl House vs Jesse Faden - Control

Aubrey Little - The Adventure Zone: Amnesty vs Pyra/Mythra/Spoilers - Xenoblade Chronicles 2

Dirk Strider - Homestuck vs Sawada Tsunayoshi - Katekyo Hitman Reborn

Killer B & Gyuki - Naruto vs Jace - Magic the Gathering

Red - Twitch Plays Pokemon vs Elliot Alderson - Mr Robot

#bracket #There were a bunch in the 5 through 2 range where we fiddled with things with the same number so we'd be interested in as many as possible.#But we also tried to be fair as best as we could.#We hope the pairings are acceptable; but also we will not be changing them because that took so much work.#And it's the body's birthday; let us have this.

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aheckinmess · 4 days

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Mind Over Mischief [Kaminari]

(One-Shot 8/? in a collection of My Hero Academia one-shots posted regularly on Saturdays and sometimes Sundays.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Kaminari x OC, Pro Hero Chargebolt x OC, Denki Kaminari, Original Female Character, Ichijiku Aoki, Kaminari and Kirishima are Besties, Kaminari Angst, Saving Original Character, OC is In Trouble, Because She Saved Kaminari, And I Mean Who Wouldn't, But Now She a Little Silly, And Kaminari a Little Dumb, So Here We Are

Word Count: 1,810 words

Summary: While Chargebolt and Tigress are fighting a group of villains, Tigress takes a hit for Chargebolt. It results in a concussion and Kirishima having to stand guard.

Ichijiku (Tigress)

It’s overcast and smells like lavender the day I lose my mind. Denki draws a bath with lavender epsom salts prepared after the humid day of patrolling results in a grimy, sore body.

“C’mon, Ichichan, Shinsou said the smells would help.” He pulls on my arm. “Please?”

I stand and stare at the tub of water, unmoving. Denki pulls me again and I shift forward a few steps.

“Ichi, please.” His hand caresses my cheek.

I tilt my head as I look at him. Lavender invades my nostrils and my head throbs with splitting pain, pulling a shriek from my chest. Denki tries to soothe me, but it’s too late.

My head cracks against the sink before darkness swallows me.

. . . . .

5 hours earlier. . .

“Chargebolt, how many volts do you think you’ve got left?” I bark across the street, flipping around the large teddy bear villain in front of me.

“Ehh…heh…a couple hundred…or twelve.” His laughter tells me all I need to know as he bobs and weaves around his attacker.

He’s getting low on energy. A few more low-level bursts or one high-level and he’s done! We have to figure out how– But there’s no time to think. Teddy Bear lands a hit that sends me careening back into a nearby bench. Pain crackles all through my back, but I grunt and force myself to my feet.

“Don’t you know when to quit?” Teddy Bear laughs, suddenly pinning me down. My muscles strain and I grit my teeth to keep his weight from crushing me. “You ever heard of mind control, kid? Once your electric friend goes stupid, his mind’ll be easier for my pal to take over with just one dart! And you’re gonna lay here and watch!”

Like hell I am! I twitch under his weight before unleashing a roar through my mask. As expected, my quirk compels him to run. I’m freed from my prison, and as soon as I see Denki in the sights of a man with a dart, I bolt across the street and shove him to the ground.

“Chargebolt, you have to call Cranium for help. This guy can–” I stop.

Denki looks at me with horror, before rushing the guy throwing darts.

“Attack him.” The man smirks.

I do. No! No, stop! We can’t do this. Not to Denki! How do we stop it? There’s got to be some rules. Denki, call Cranium! I plead in my head, while my body leaps at him. I’ve got him pinned and he starts begging.

“Tigress, please! It’s me!”

Seeing his pleading face, I focus hard on keeping my body still. I can’t fully shake the mind control, but I manage to stall myself long enough for Denki to turn the tables and get me on my back.

“Cranium? Yes! You’re in the area?” Denki’s phone is out and he’s shouting directions to Shinsou as Teddy Bear and his pal tear down the street. “Tigress was hit with a dart. Come find us when you’re done, please!”

With no directions to follow, I sigh and look up at the sky overrun by clouds.

“Tigress, come on.” Denki slowly starts moving off of me. When I make no movement, he pulls at my arm to help me up. “Tigress? Sweet! I guess you’re better now, huh?”

I stare wordlessly at him. He extends a hand to me, which I take.

“Are you okay?” He asks, leading me down the street.

A few civilians watch on, whispering as their eyes stay focused on the two of us. I don’t say a word, following the trail of our two attackers.

“I know that must have been tough. But you can’t just keep it all bottled up, you know? You gotta let it all out of you, otherwise you’ll just explode.” Denki nudges me. “You know you can talk to me, love. We’re in this together.”

Still, I say nothing. I look down at my feet as I trudge forward with him. Right, left, right, left. If I could answer you, I would. But I took that dart in the leg, and now I’ve failed you. Don’t be so hard on yourself, Little One.

Silence stretches between us until we see a familiar tangled mess of purple hair walking in our direction. His mask covers his face, but it doesn’t hide the concern on his expression.

“Chargebolt! I’ve got those two under control. They weren’t much of a threat once I used my quirk.” Shinsou takes a step closer to me and looks me over. “It looks like Tigress doesn’t have any directions to follow, but right now that means she’s just a hollow shell. She won’t be a threat, but we need to find a way to bring her mind back.”

“Huh? I thought she was fine? She’s been kinda quiet but…” Denki turns to me and clarity dawns on him. “Oh, shit. How are we going to bring her back? Will she be stuck like this forever?”

“Unlikely. Worst case scenario? It’s long-term and takes a while for the dart to wear off. But I’ve learned a few things from my own quirk about what helps people take back control.” Shinsou waves a hand in front of my face. I mimic the motion. “Yeah. She’s basically just copying our motions at this point. Let’s get her somewhere safe before I start telling you how to help. Too many civilians right now.”

. . . . .

For the next few hours, I’m left in Denki’s agency under the watchful eye of Kirishima.

“She’s not a threat right now, but at least until I finish up my patrol, can you keep an eye on her? I’m hoping the quirk wears off, but I don’t want to take a chance of leaving her without a guardian in case the opposite happens.” Denki runs his fingers through my hair as I scout the lobby.

“Dang, this sucks. So, she can’t recognize us anymore?” Kirishima frowns.

“She can recognize us, but she’s not in control of her body functions.” Shinsou reassures. “It’s similar to my quirk. Your mind is still your own for the most part. I don’t control your thoughts, just your actions.”

“So she has to watch herself be a completely different person?!”

“In essence, yes. But once we get done with patrol, we’ll go to the store and Chargebolt can grab some items to help with her status. Try talking to her about things only the two of you would know. It might help her break the control easier.” Shinsou advises.

And then they’re gone.

Kirishima remains quiet and awkward after the two heroes leave. I sit obediently in my chair. Every few moments my body instinctively glances around, but otherwise I’m motionless.

“Hm, this is really weird to witness. Usually you’re so mobile!” Kirishima finally sits beside me, crossing his arms. “Hey! Remember that time you were getting so excited during our Mario Kart tournament that you knocked over Bakugo’s tea? I’ve never seen him look so guilty for yelling at someone when you started crying! But boy did he pay for it later when you let loose your tiger on him.”

I blink at him with a neutral expression. I remember! I felt so bad for knocking it over. I think that’s why I didn’t mind ripping him a new one later.

It goes like this for a while until Shinsou and Denki return. Denki disappears for a few minutes in the back and then walks out in his casual attire. Shinsou hands Kirishima several bags.

“This is for Chargebolt. Make sure he gets these when he comes out. I have to head out, but I’ll keep you updated if he doesn’t.” Shinsou fist bumps Kirishima before stepping out.

When Denki makes it to my side, Kirishima hands him the bags.

“Shinsou told me to give these to you. Do you need help getting her home?”

“Nah, I should be fine. I want to try these remedies right away.”

“Okay, if you’re sure. Keep me updated, okay?”

. . . . .

Present

It’s overcast and smells like lavender the day I lose my mind. Denki draws a bath with lavender epsom salts prepared after the humid day of patrolling results in a grimy, sore body. That stupid Teddy Bear gave me a run for my money. He hit so hard! Ugh.

“C’mon, Ichichan, Shinsou said the smells would help.” He pulls on my arm. “Please?”

I stand and stare at the tub of water, unmoving. Denki pulls me again and I shift forward a few steps. Come on, please! We have to get back in our right mind.

“Ichi, please.” His hand caresses my cheek. A muscle twitches in my cheek and my finger spasms.

I tilt my head as I look at him. Lavender invades my nostrils and my head throbs with splitting pain, pulling a shriek from my chest. Denki tries to soothe me, but it’s too late.

My head cracks against the sink before darkness swallows me.

When I wake up, I grunt and look over to find Recovery Girl at my bed.

“She has a mild concussion it seems like, so make sure you notify me the second she wakes up.” She tells Denki.

“Denki…?” I whimper, blinking. How did I get here?

“Ichichan!” Denki rushes to my side and grabs my hand. “You’re back! You can talk again!”

Talk again? What…wait! I wince as memories from earlier flutter through my mind. I struggle, but I raise my arm and flex my fingers.

“I can…move.” I sigh happily, before sharp pain sparks through my temple. “Is the mind control why my head hurts?”

“Mind control? You didn’t tell me about that, Denki!” Recovery Girl smacks my husband with her cane. “You didn’t think that it was pertinent to tell me that whenever she had a concussion?!”

“I didn’t think about it!” Denki shields himself. “I was already worried.”

For the next few moments, Recovery Girl goes through a series of questions with me. Apparently, they’re meant to test my short-term and long-term memory, as well as my ability to complete complex tasks. When I pass those, I’m told to walk down the hall of our house.

“With some rest, she should be fine, Denki.” Recovery Girl says at the end of it all. “But keep an eye on her and make sure she’s not doing strenuous tasks.”

“Got it!”

Once she steps out, I instantly find Denki’s chest to sink into. My arms squeeze him tight.

“I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t you, lovely. I’m not holding it against you.” Denki sighs in relief and then pulls back to kiss my forehead. “The lavender must have worked then. What do you have that smells like lavender?”

“It’s in the pillow mist you use to help you fall asleep.”

“How’d you know that?”

“I hug your pillow when you’re gone and I miss you.”

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mercurialbadger · 23 days

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When we are talking about charity, there must exist a level of certain precaution to not let your emotional turmoil result in subpar actions. If empathy is a natural response to seeing people in pain, then it makes sense to liken it to a kneejerk response, much different from a graceful strike of a soccer player.

Very often, personal face-to-face ingroup charity is used to displace the actual efforts at improving people's conditions, and if your organization lacks political oversight or a certain analytical capacity, you might have serving the community replaced with individual help which eventually accumulates every bias and/or ends up being co-opted by some cult.

I am seeing especially egregorious horrific examples of that on Twitter right now, so I will use them to illistrate a point that is otherwise too global and deep-rooted.

In order to understand how this approach does its harm, you need to understand cause and effect, past and future.

THE CAUSE

We are talking about a clique that talks about investing in trans community by helping homeless and/or unemployed trans women by "paying their bills" for some months before they "get up on their own legs". Thankfully, it's a US based clique, so a lot of sociological studies exist to demonstrate the current situation with trans rights.

Let's investigate the causes of queer people being unemployed and/or homeless. The obvious systemic cause is trans-/homophobia, which results in people losing their capabilities immediately after leaving their parents/coming out to them (see e.g. https://doi.org/gq37kh), or otherwise follows the patterns of stigmatization, exclusion and victimization. If we address more widespread political economy of this vulnerability in the USA, topics of mental health, such as PTSD burnout, substance abuse and sexual abuse - including significantly from within queer community - emerge as vulnerability categories (https://doi.org/ggsjt6). As for how inventive abuse from within "community" is, one might refer themselves to the concepts of "hot allostatic load" and "identity abuse" (https://doi.org/ggmdcd).

Failures of t4t ethos and "community short-circuit" also have been described as sources of chronic homelessness among queer youth (https://doi.org/mpx8).

One must be especially mindful of the fact that level of education is an important - if not the most important - predictive factor of queer homelessness, effects were described in depth by Rachel M. Schmitz in the dissertation work "ON THE STREET AND ON CAMPUS".

While the effects identified the author ascribes to better socioeconomical standing of college students majorly, author both identified " experiences of homelessness" as "uniting people through a shared sense of struggle and conflict", and notably gives credit to educational endeavor of academia as vastly superior to "street experience", and studies in countries with accessible education still identify low education level with risks of anxiety and depression. (https://doi.org/mpx3) (https://doi.org/mpx4)

As Negura notes, "Ultimately, the three concepts—‘social support’, ‘social capital’ and ‘social bonds’ — are complementary. These terms are used here to understand the same reality of mutual help amongst people, from different social perspectives."

CONSEQUENCES

The most recognized effect of homelessness is anxiety and depression. Recent works identify that both of these health effects are significantly resolved through providing housing, however meta-analysis of the works being done is very complicated by poor methodology of studies: short follow-up, making it impossible to judge the homelessness outcomes, and high group heterogeneity. (https://doi.org/mpxx)

Among the outcomes of homelessness specifically in queer people, "utopian thinking" is seen, in accordance with England, 2022, "an inevitable part of community responses: to improve the present it, it is necessary to look beyond the present and to an alternative in which queerness does not only survive, but is valued, celebrated and encouraged".

To a materialist that would mean death of the community as a utopianism-free endeavor, but it is not, however, it should be noted that imperfect solutions to the crisis provide fertile soil to these cognitive failures.

Actual observations of the long-lasting effects of experienced homelessness are, indeed, lacking, but so far there's no data that homelessness and unemployment actually have significant lasting damage in the queer population, nonetheless remaining the risk factor in their duration.

One, however, important effect of escaping and avoiding homelessness is resiliency. As Cronley, 2017 notes, "Rather than understanding how youth are surviving in extremely adverse environments, research applies socially normative models of behavior to their actions such that conclusions of deviancy and marginalization are inevitable" and "youth rely on informal social networks to survive on the street and that spirituality, mental health, and creativity are associated with improved coping". Once again we are drawn to connections to education systems within this approach.

And therefore we must remember establishment of education systems during historical cases.

PAST

Expansion of educational processes has long been demonstrated to be a driver of establishing new or maintaining old hegemony.

One might remember Huguenots, who existed both in France and in Netherlands. Often, for example in Van der Lem's "Eighty Years War", Erasmus of Rotherdam is remembered to be as a reason for catholics' loss in the region - humanism, moderateness and church reforms were indeed the ideas of his. It's not easy for me to believe, considering how Netherlands were absolute leaders in amount of exterminated heretics during the 1520-1540, therefore you cannot imagine the humanism and spirit of mercantile freedom helping very much.

But comparing the historical evidence between French Huguenot fighting and Netherlands' Huguenot fighting, one stark difference is seen immediately without even examining the evidence - it's the material amount of Evidence piled up.

Netherlands of XVI century was ultimately a literature-centric country: rational argument, presented with necessary charisma and efficiency, put into the easy epistolary style allowing for open discussion - all that erased the differences between catholics and protestants.

And using this positional leveling, protestants spent 10-20 years before, well, protesting with continuous work of printing press, while catholics of Netherlands continued, thinking themselves safe, sat complacent, only satisfying the demands of the already intellectual public.

Indeed, you can not let a worldly peasant work with biology, err, theology, lest they will be mistaken and fall into the tenets of sin themselves. A good example of this "Don't give the North Korean kids iGEM distribution" was dutch translation of La Bouclier de la Foy by Nicole Grenier, which the translator prefaced with an easy explanation that you should never actually argue with heretics, the priestly class knows best.

In France, enjoying the closeness of Rome, literacy was synonymous with military industry, err, Raytheon, wait, wrong, Catholic Church.

Of course it was literacy ultimately sympathetic to the plight of the layman, and easily putting itself into their shoes - «Les disputes de Guillot le porcher et de la Bergère de S. Denis en France contre Jehan Calvin prédicant de Genesve» is exactly about the lower classes destroying Kalvin himself with facts and logic.

And, like this, simply by virtue of being able to work with higher reasoning in lower genres, you can win the Hegemony.

The ultimate victory of feminism in 1917 also answers a lot about where did soviet feminists come from - from the intermediate spaces where people of higher class can interact as equals with people of lower class, without financial or institutional power relationship between them. An example is, of course Pavlov teaching women's courses and creating a whole host of women physiologists, actual hymnasia and schools, such as in Sonya Yanovskaya case.

Masonic secret societies, where jews could freely talk to christians and nobles mingles with commoner bourgeois were this driver in bourgeois revolutions, universities drove February and October revolution, and even in the USA the connectedness to high-socioeconomic status, what is called "bridging social capital" remains a primary predictor of success of people from oppressed groups. (https://doi.org/gqmpxx)

FUTURE

As such, I cannot see a way for personal charity - bonding social capital, excising queer people from support networks and from solidarity with marginalized, destructive to both people outside of it and to attempts to build a queer community — to be excused in modern conditions.

Build new platforms to, instead of elevating select voices, sing together.

#charity #Education #empowering #Resiliency #queer community #iris.txt

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ama2024 · 3 months

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donewithflare · 6 months

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NOW I KNOW I GOT A TEMPER, FIRE BURNS IN MY CHEST, FEEL THE EMBERS, WEAR MY HEART ON MY SLEVE, THIS IS PASSION, GONNA BE THE GREATED, NOW THAT'S SOMETHING TO IMAGINE 💥 ZAYA DOLMA known as agent FLARE has been with cerberus corp as an eo since 2018 and is LEVEL ONE. ON BLACK OPS CLASSIFIED MISSION GONE WRONG AS AN EXPLOSIVE ORDNANCE DISPOSAL TECHNICIAN has gifted them EXPLOSION, though Extensive overheating that can cause fits, excessive sweating, heat burns on hands,loose of hearing from the sound impact. has also been noted. when they aren’t protecting the tri-state area, they are fond of SHARPENING HER KNIVES and are never seen without ARMY DOG TAG civilians think they are SELF-CONFIDENT & STEADFAST, but some of the other agents see them as COCKY & HOT HEADED. cerberus corp should consider the fact that their last mission status was UTTER PERFECTION BY THE FUCKING BEST when giving out the next one.

bio ┋ musings ┋ connections ┋ playlist ┋ pinterest ┋ navi

001. GENERAL

name Zaya Dolma nicknames [redacted]age 40 date of birth 21st June 1983 [REDACTED]zodiac Leo place of birth answer current residence New Yorkgender Cisgender Woman pronouns She/Her sexuality Demiromantic, Demisexual occupation Cerbrus Agent

faceclaim Dichen Lachmanheight 5'7tattoos [redacted] piercings none distinguishing features answer

positive traits Self-Confident, Steadfast, Brutally Honest, Meticulous negative traits Cocky, Hot Headed, Arrogant, Abrasive, Harsh, Pick, Quick-Tempered, Protective

labels / tropes The Berserker, Big Ego Hidden Depths, Boom in the Hands, Degerminator, Everyone Has Standards, Having a Blast, Action Girl, Brutally Honest, Control Freak, Hates Small Talk, Nicknamer.

characters Katsuki Bakugo {My Hero Academia} Rosa Diaz {Brooklyn 99} Olivier Mira Armstrong{fma:brother hood}

likes Sharpening Knives, [REDACTED] dislikes Nosy People, Talkative People, People who show pictures of their kids, People who show pictures of their Pets, People who don't listen the first time round, fears [REDACTED]

hobbies [REDACTED]habits Long jogs at night. Turning up to work getting shit done and doing her down thing.

near death experience… That information is [reacted due to being classified] Basically, Black Ops Bomb Squad and she is not at liberty to talk about what happened at Black Ops.

power… Explosions: Gives Zaya the ability to not just merely conjure explosions but also mold them according to their will. With her level of mastery, they can command intense explosions to unleash sudden surge in volume and energy release, often resulting in seating temperatures and eruption of gases. In her hands, explosions become tool raw power, harnessed and direct Precisions.

TO CONTROL THE SIZE OF HER EXPLOSION CORRESPONDS WITH CERTAIN HAND ACTIONS.

Spark - are low level explosions that are weaker in strength and tend to be used as distractions or for finer and smaller application. She casts these when she flicks her thumb and middle finger together. Crack - are a medium level explosions have the ability to destroys cars and opening to building. The motion she uses is the snap of her fingers. This tends to be her most common use of action. Bang- are a high level explosions that enable her to destroy multiple buildings and a wider terrain. In order to use this, she must create an orb like motion with her hand, think Piper from Charmed. Boom - her most powerful use of explosion, that is always a last resort and instructed to use with caution. As this ability has been used to destroy cities, possibly even some countries. The motion used for this is basically saiyan pose.

drawbacks / vulnerabilities… Zaya needs to have clear mind to focus on her explosions otherwise their is a risk of them being the wrong scale or pin pointed to the perfect place. The bigger the explosion the more likely she is to experience extensive overheating that may result into her having fits. Most of the time she is in close contact with the explosions may also course excessive sweating, just a sign that she is doing her job. Due to the loudness of her attacks, Zaya has starting to lose hearing in one of her ears and if she is not careful can result into permeant hearing lost.

(if applicable) cerberus corp… Flare audition because they knew that they would get in. She has confidence in herself but that wasn't enough she needed the world to see it and wow were they blown away but her extensive accuracy with her power. She joined in 2018 after [redacted]. Flare wants to be known as a hero, even though some may brand her as a Villain for not having the warmer heart of other heroes. Flare is into it for the popularity whilst she hates the PR gigs of playing up for the cameras. She has made it clear that she is sticking to her guns, this isn't an act it is who she is. You can either lover her or hate, it doesn't matter as all of it just noise to her. When it comes to working with other agents she prefers not too. She knows that she is able to get something done better off alone. Flare is an utter asshole to other agents that are not her. She does not like to be partnered up unless you accept her words as command and have a power that is actually useful to the mission. If now you better take a stepback. Agent Flare looks down on level three agents as she believes that they will never be as useful as she is on the field.

codename… She picked it. Flare was call. End of.

. Headcanons - Crossed out means no one knows but just for muns to know.

💥 BASICALLY TAKING ALL THE ARROGANCE AND HOT HEADEDNESS THAT KATSUKI BAKUGOU ( MY HERO ACADEMIA)BUT WITH THE BADASSNESS OF ROSA DIAZ WITH A MILITARY BACKGROUND.

💥 SWEARS LIKE A SAILOR.

💥 LIKES TO KEEP HER PRIVATE LIFE PRIVATE. CODE NAMES ARE CODE NAMES FOR A REASON.

💥 STARTED TO LOSE HEARING IN ONE OF HER EARS, HAS BEEN TAKING ASL AS A BACK UP MEANS OF COMMUNICATION AS OVERUSE OF HER POWER MAY CAUSE PERMEANT HEARING LOST THE REAL REASON SHE ALWAYS YELLS

#cc.intro #cc.task

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leftmusing · 2 years

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so i found out thanks to my two little siblings that school hours in the uk are being increased in an attempt by the government to increase academia and overall higher grades in students. no i don't have a source to link, i'm just saying words rn but. but.

what the fuck do high grades actually do. as somebody who was a drastic overacheiever in school and college, what... what do they do? specifically gcse grades

i sat my gcse exams much later than my peers because i fucked up secondary school bc of my mental health and had to go down a different route. bc of sitting them older than most, i was the first year to have grades based off 1-9.

i got a 9 in my english and i remember crying because i was so proud of myself. it felt like i finally had some hope, and that i could feel better about how much of a failure i thought i was in everything else. because that was the mindset that was drilled into me. don't get high grades in your gcses? then your life is gonna be ruined!

guess what! my life is ruined anyway. regardless of my level 9, regardless of being on the gifted and talented register, regardless of the distinctions i got in college, my life is in the gutter. i dropped out of uni after two weeks and take deep, deep pride in the stupid parts of myself now. i truly, deeply love the fact that i don't know it all and can be a total fucking idiot about a lot of things.

my grades didn't fucking matter. they didn't change anything. they didn't make me more or less worthy of a good life or self love, nor should lower grades.

grades aren't a measure of intelligence. academia isn't a measure of intelligence. it's all pseudointellectual, classist shit that's fed to us, so that the government can control how we feel about ourselves and our future, merely based on a number on some paper after a test.

secondary school doesn't fucking matter. college doesn't fucking matter. degrees don't fucking matter. they don't get you the golden ticket to a shimmering future like you're told they do. education from elsewhere matters. your class, status, background and luck matters. how you treat people and act, what mindsets you carry independently, the way you choose to do things? matters.

fuck grades. fuck being smart. fuck that shit. big up low wage "low skilled" workers, big up the unemployed, big up the disabled, big up those without a posh dialect and immediately get labelled as thick. stop telling kids that their futures are hanging in the balance over a number between 1 and 9 that they get stamped with when they're a child

#monad.txt #politics #education #uk politics #anti intellectualism #this ones for my bimbos himbos and thembos lemme hear you say fuck the government #sociology

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i know nothing about protihex. pretty please explain it to me it sounds super interesting!!!!

Oh gosh okay so disclaimer before I say anything more that anything I say about Protihex here is From My Brain, there's not really much about it in (idw1) canon other than "it's on Cybertron's south pole" and "it used to be a gladitorial pit when ruled by septimus prime" and "in the Olden Days it was called Protohex but it's now called Protihex"

The Protihex I talk about is from my worldbuilding in my fic Expunge/Override which both explores Perceptor's past and how he's coping (or not) in the present after the war, themes of isolation and debts, as well as a mystery going on in the overarching plot are present. There's also something really LGBT goin on between Drift and Percy.

That outta the way, the concept I have of Protihex in my head is that it's essentially a city hanging in a cavern above an energon lake. It's got refineries below it that pump the energon directly up into the cities, and the upper class is at the tip of the city. Kinda like... a reverse Coruscant of Star Wars fame.

Here's a rough graphic for how Protihex is built.

In pre-war Protihex, since it’s rumored that it sits above the Well of Sparks, Protihex trends towards a military regime, with a “president” at the forefront of politics. There’s a council of senators that represent each Polity District. Very focused on spark research with the desire to weaponize an entire generation. Some level of functionalism lingers though gutted of its more fanatical religious aspects. Has strict curfews, but clearly losing its grip.

The glamor is very surface-level. (Think Art Deco for the architecture.) The lower levels of Protihex is where “the good life” is. Much more condensed spaces means there’s more to do, like enjoy music and art, being social, and studying academia. Lead by corrupt businessmen and senators alike, not everything is as shiny and golden as it appears to be. Some shady dealing goin on in the lower districts.

Closer to the crust it’s much more weathered and harder to scrape by. Energon is hard to come by. This is mostly run by architects and construction workers. They work to keep the City aloft. (The metaphors on this one are Potent.)

Below Protihex is an energon river, and beside it are refineries. Pipes lead up into Protihex, pumping Energon up. This is the true heart of the polity. Refinery workers typically spend weeks there then visit the mid-levels of Protihex during their shift breaks. Refineries also look pretty on the outside, though on the inside aren’t, much reflecting the state of Protihex.

Now, I know you might be wondering why they built down instead of up, to which I'll give you an excerpt from Expunge/Override to explain.

Drift looks impressed. “I have to ask. Why hanging?” “That's a more complicated question… Truthfully I'm not sure. My mentor said it's because they wanted to forget about the gladiatorial coliseums above. Others suggest it's because the energon reserves above ground dried up so they started looking in sub levels.” “And you?” Perceptor is quiet for a moment as he contemplates his response. “Being a southern pole, Protihex experiences harsh winters and even harsher summers. The surface temperature reaches extreme highs and lows, making it difficult to build upwards lest you risk worsening exposure to solar radiation, as well as unstable architecture from the temperature shifts. It's much more extreme down here than it is in Iacon. They couldn't build up, so they built down instead, effectively avoiding the harsh weather conditions on the surface.” “And building a city right next to a sub-level energon river would be a bad idea.” “Raw energon is extremely volatile. To say it would be a bad idea is an understatement.”

#asks #paramagnetism.

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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 1 year

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Can you explain how standardised tests are racist? Is this just more of the woke trying to render academia irrelevant?

As with everything, it's extremely simplistic: black students, on average, tend to score lower. Since we live in a world of the Single Cause Fallacy (Causal Reductionism), then the God of the Gaps says the reason is racism. And you better not question that conclusion or you're a racist. As Robin DiAngelo says, "the question is not 'did racism take place'? but rather 'how did racism manifest in that situation?'"

And yet, they never provide specifics. It shouldn't be that hard to fix and rewrite the tests to remove the problem, and yet the demand is always to scrap them entirely.

It doesn't matter that East Asian, South Asian, West African and Jewish students regularly outperform white students. No, we have to ignore the fact this "explanation" doesn't explain anything - any more than "god did it" explains anything about the universe - and enable a world of Don Quixotes.

Never mind that its color-blind nature allows talented black kids to compete on a level playing field with everyone else. Because within that "on average" there will be both the extreme underperformers, and the academic stars. We can't test to find those stars in case we find those underperformers too, so black students actually suffer due to this mentality. Standardized tests for selection are what levelled the playing field.

Perhaps an even more insidious issue is that if there's no standard measurement, schools can't be shown to be failing their students. If you remove the only test on which schools can be compared across the nation, then underperforming schools, and states that are prone to produce underperforming schools, can hide this fact.

Because the reality is that people who study this kind of thing empirically, using evidence and statistics rather than religious presupposition, such as Roland Fryer and Jeffrey Litt, know why it's the case, know how to change things, and one of the factors is not too-high standards, but too-low standards.

The problem is that the way to actually fix things isn't politically fashionable nor conducive to hashtag campaigns or virtuous signaling. The solutions are extremely practical. it's far easier to simplistically decry the test itself as "racist" - and signal your "antiracist" bona fides in the process - than to admit that the results stem from multiple failures over many years, many of them the fault of the school, the curriculum and the teaching staff.

It also needs to be said that it's more politically and financially advantageous to be able to continue to wield the same cudgel, to be funded and staffed to "fix," through fashionable posturing and useless buzzword-laden programs, the same problems the people who created them in the first place have perpetuated - and will continue to do so. Sort of like educational homeopathy: "like cures like."

Keep in mind though that certain standardized tests such as the SAT, MCAT and LSAT are intended for entrance into college, medical school and law school respectively, particularly name-brand ones. That assumes that everyone should go to college, or even wants to. As if nobody can succeed without 30 years of debt from an ideologically compromised institution where the bureaucrats outnumber the teaching staff, and the students call the shots. It's well known that an average-performing student pushed up into an elite college will find themselves struggling and probably dropping out, and that they may be better suited to a less elite school more suited to their capability. Or may be better off training to be a cabinetmaker, chef, electrician or brewing craft beer.

#ask #standardized testing #education #corruption of education #systemic racism #wokeness #woke #wokeism #cult of woke #wokeness as religion #religion is a mental illness

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