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That wasn’t hard at all. Dude sucks at hiding.
My 7 year old son was shot down by his 1st grade teacher
The american public education system in a nutshell tho
My third grade teacher actually had a conversation with my mom that I was reading to well and told her to stop having me read at home
My first grade teacher said that it was problematic that I was reading ahead of the rest of the kids in my grade and asked my parents to stop letting me read Harry Potter.
My fourth grade teacher thought it was wrong for my dad to be teaching me complex math because it fascinated me.
My elementary school music teacher hated the way my piano teacher taught me, and how I was more advanced than many of her students, and so told me, in front of my peers and my mother, that I was not good enough to participate in the state solo festival. She would not give me the form. We had to procure it from the district instead. She also hated how I excelled at reading and playing music for the recorder, and so she refused to give me my “belts” (colored beads to signify our level) and humiliated me in front of the class repeatedly.
My eighth grade algebra teacher used to fail me on take home tests because I didn’t solve problems exactly the way she showed us in class; I used methods that we had learned for other types of problems that also applied to these. She took points off my tests because I didn’t bring a calculator even though I got 100% without it, because I was able to do it by hand. I had to call my father, who is an engineer, down to the school to shout her down and give me back my A in the class.
My 10th grade Spanish teacher yelled at me in front of the class numerous times because she didn’t like the way I took notes; she thought that since I didn’t write every word off the slide, I wasn’t getting it all down. I had to explain to her that people who have taken advanced courses, like AP or IB classes, know that in a fast-paced learning environment you need to take quick shorthand notes that contain the necessary information rather than wasting time writing every word. She almost gave me detention.
My 11th grade English teacher gave me a poor mark on my first short essay because she believed that I was looking up unnecessarily complex words in a thesaurus to try and get better marks. The phrases in question: “laced with expletives” and “bombarded”. She wouldn’t hear any defense from me.
My 11th grade history teacher failed me on an essay about the 1950s because I misread the prompt. Except the prompt wasn’t words; it was a political cartoon. One of the figures was clearly president Eisenhower, but the other I couldn’t place. My teacher would not tell us who it was. I labelled him as the governor of Little Rock Arkansas during the integration period, and wrote an essay about that subject. My teacher said that no, it was Joseph McCarthy, and that there was a small picture of the man in our textbook and therefore I should have recognized him instantly. Half the class, apparently, did not.
The American school system is not here to educate us or to encourage us to learn; it’s here to keep us in line and silent. It’s here to keep us from deviating and being our own people and forming our own ideas. Don’t let it win.
rustboro-city - i want to know more about you and what you are up to academically these days bc wow
these are actually hella fucking cute y'all
half way through finding nemo i realized dory’s monologue really suited jason and thalia…soooo….here we are.
Have you ever tough about the Malec Baby realizing that Alec is not going to live forever and he is?
I’m sorry for my bad english… I imagine something like…
*Magnus teaching a 7 year old MalecBaby about immortality*
Magnus: “And that’s what immortality means.”
MalecBaby: “So we will never die?”
Magnus: “That’s right.”
MalecBaby: “Yey!”
*Alec walks through the door*
Alec: “Are you done studying?”
BabyMalec: “Daddy! We are immortal!” *runs towards Alec and jumps to his dads arms*
Alec: “You learned about immortality today, uh?” *catching his son in the air*
BabyMalec: “Yep, and it means we will be together forever!” *hugging Alec tightly*
Alec: “Yes, you will.” *hugging him back*
BabyMalec: “We will. The three of us.” *looking confused at his dad*
Alec: “Erm… honey, I’m not a Warlock. I’m a Shadowhunter, we are not immortal”
MalecBaby: “But… then… what?”
Alec: “Well, baby, I´m mortal. You know, only Warlocks and Vampires are immortal. And also the…”
MalecBaby: “But you will die?!”
Alec: “Sweetie, there are lots and lots of years before that happen.”
MalecBaby: “No! I don’t want that!” *with tears filling his eyes*
Alec: “Baby, don’t worry about that, I’m going to sta…”
MalecBaby: “I don’t want to be immortal if you are not immortal!”
Alec: “I can’t be immortal, that’s not…”
MalecBaby: “Then I want to be mortal too! I don’t want you to die!” *starts crying loudly, hugging his dad*
Alec: “Honey, calm down, I’m telling you… Magnus…” *looks at his husband asking for help. But Magnus looks away because he knows exactly how his son feels*
~Later that night~
*Alec suddenly waking up when he feels something cold pressing his chest*
Alec: *opening his eyes to see his son, checking his heartbeat with a stethoscope* “Baby, I’m still alive.”
MalecBaby: “I wanted to make sure…”
Alec: “Come here, you.” *pulling his son onto the bed, placing him in the middle*
MalecBaby: “I love you Daddy” *hugging Alec*
Alec: *kissing his sons forehead* “I love you too. Honey, where did you get this stethoscope?”
MalecBaby: “It was under your bed.”
*flashing images of the doctor role-play Magnus and him had last week come to mind*
Alec: *blushing furiously* “Magnus Bane! Why did you leave it… I saw your eyes glowing, don’t pretend to be asleep!”
Uncle Simon won’t stop calling me a Smurf. One reason for this is that my Dad (Alec) doesn’t know what a Smurf is.
By now my Dad know, he thinks Smurfes are cute and bought me a white hat
do you ever think about how the only thing simon wanted during their watford years was to have some sort of power over baz but in reality he actually had baz wrapped around his finger
♬ “Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da" ♬
ft @doddleoddle, @danisnotonfire, @amazingphil and @evanedinger
ok so this idea has been on my mind for MONTHS and after finally drafting it out i managed to finish it properly so I hope it was worth the wait!!!
inspired by:
- rambles with the lovely Madison / @showbizhowell ♡ who actually suggested the song “Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da” by the Beatles
- as well as certain moments during the TATINOF performance which i talk about here (contains spoilers obvi)
also special thanks to the wonderful Kips / @dostmotherknowyou ♡ who sparked me to create this drawing as part of an art collab a while back… which amazingly enough dodie& evannoticed on twitter x and subsequently motivated me to create the comic you see above!
dedicated to Izzy / @thedepressiveoptimist ♡ and of course, the (now) memory of Dovan Flat :( ♡
So people all over twitter are making fun of Tyler for wearing a dress
First of all, fuck you and your gender roles, Tyler wears whatever the fuck he wants and you got nothing to do with it. Everyone is aloud to express themselves in ANY way they want. EVERYONE. And he is no exception of that.
Secondly, Tyler is a human being. He has feelings (and in case your stone heart doesn’t recognize what that is, it’s fucking important not to hurt someone’s feelings so think again before you speak next time) like everyone else, the status of celebrity doesn’t diminish that.
He doesn’t know me but he helps me a lot (and josh too) and i will not tolerate these comments about him.
You know what though?
Maybe you are just too jealous he fucking slayed that dress
i’m so tired of the AU where your soulmate’s name is on your wrist. i want my enemy’s name on my wrist. i wanna know who i’m going to have to physically fight eventually. turn on your fucking location
your enemy’s name on one wrist and your soulmate the another. no clue which is which. hope it’s not the same name on both wrists.
I’m not saying Simon Snow but Simon Snow
Magnus: Alexander
me:
Crybaby by Melanie Martinez + Alec Lightwood
Crybaby by Melanie Martinez + Jace whatever his name is
Crybaby by Melanie Martinez + Clary Fray