Fandoms And Such

Have you REALLY lost your scissors if you aren't walking around making scissor motions with your fingers in an attempt to lure them back out?

spellcasting with somatic compenents

this is a beautiful addition

I feel like when I say ‘relatable’ what I really mean is ‘resonant.’ I don’t want characters who I feel are like me, I want characters who have emotions so strong I can feel them through the page.

my favorite genre of photo is cosplayer out in a random place in public. and i’m not talking abt malls or hot topic and shit where you’re already more likely to find cosplayers. i’m talking abt seeing like a junko enoshima cosplayer at a mcdonald’s

ok but i don’t think any of these can compete with this pic taken by a professional photographer of just the most dejected spamton i’ve ever seen. just alone. with three seperate drinks. also this was featured on an official bbc news report

not to oversimplify an extremely complex discipline but if i had to pick one tip to give people on how to have more productive interactions with children, especially in an instructive sense, its that teaching a kid well is a lot more like improv than it is like error correction and you should always work on minimizing the amount of ‘no, wrong’ and maximizing the amount of ‘yes, and?’ for example: we have a species of fish at the aquarium that looks a lot like a tiny pufferfish. children are constantly either asking us if that’s what they are, or confidently telling us that’s what they are. if you rush to correct them, you risk completely severing their interest in the situation, because 1. kids don’t like to engage with adults who make them feel bad and 2. they were excited because pufferfish are interesting, and you have not given them any reason to be invested in non-pufferfish. Instead, if you say something like “It looks a LOT like a tiny pufferfish, you’re right. But these guys are even funnier. Wanna know what they’re called?” you have primed them perfectly for the delightful truth of the Pacific Spiny Lumpsucker

I was in martial arts for years, and in particular I kinda specialized in working with the younger kids.

The two Big Rules when instructing younger students was- 1. Compliment before Critique 2. Don’t say ‘but’, say ‘now’

Praise kids on what they get right first, especially if they are struggling. Like OP said, kids don’t like to engage with people who make them feel bad. They need encouragement when learning new things.

Number two boils down to this. If you tell a kid a compliment, then say “but you need to fix this”, that ‘but’ completely negates your compliment. It’s gone. It was canceled out like adding a negative to a positive. Using “hey, that punch is looking great, now let’s focus on your stance” doesn’t verbally cancel out the progress they’ve made. It’s like they’ve checked off something on their list of stuff to work on.

Wording can absolutely make or break a child’s motivation and interest.

Rebloggling as it’s relevant in a Medical Education context

Honestly I use all of these to teach vet students too. I think people in general respond better to positivity in teaching. Not coddling, but acknowledging when a student got part way to the right answer, or had a good thought process, is something I’ve found keeps students engaged and builds confidence, which encourages them to keep going instead of shutting down and just “getting through” a lab or a rotation

We took the drunk train home.

They were all absolutely infatuated with him and whispering about how much they wanted to pet him and then shushing each other saying “no that’s rude you can’t! just leave him alone!” so I told them they can pet him if they want and they were absolutely overwhelmed with happiness, while simultaneously being very concerned for his well-being, continually asking if I was very sure that it was okay and that I should please please tell them if I need them to leave him alone.

Basically, it was a great ending to a VERY long day. Sometimes people are really great.

Might I add this from reddit.

Aziraphale’s phone rings.  He answers, expecting it to be Crowley.  But to his surprise, it’s a demon he’s never met.

“I’m Crowley’s replacement,” the demon says.  “He’s not done anything impressive lately, and Downstairs doesn’t like how ineffective he is at keeping you in line.  So now he’s shuffling paperwork and scooping up hellhound shit while I do his job for him.”

“Ah… I see,”  Aziraphale says icily.  “Well, I most assuredly do not look forward to working with you.”

The demon laughs.  “Feeling’s mutual.”

Twenty-four hours later, the demon is very surprised to find himself discorporated in his sleep.  He can’t explain what happened, he has absolutely no idea.

“Don’t let it happen again,” Beelzebub says, annoyed, and sends the demon back up.

After a mere three days, the demon ends up discorporated again.

A new replacement is sent up.  This one lasts for a week and a day.

A third replacement is sent up.  This one lasts for exactly four hours.

Three demons are sent up next time.  Two manage to stay alive for at least five months.  In that time, they botch four very important temptations, and the citizens of London inexplicably find their daily lives much improved in thousands of little ways.  Traffic and pollution are nonexistent, injury and illness are miraculously avoided.  Church attendance is up five hundred percent, and every politician and CEO is struck by the urge to donate as much money as possible to charity.  There’s a general feeling of contentedness and goodwill in the air that wasn’t there before.  It feels downright heavenly.

Suddenly, Beelzebub is having a very hard time finding anyone to take Crowley’s post.  Bribes and threats make no difference.  The rumors have spread and only grown more disturbing in the telling.  Not one demon is willing to go up there and face the cold, calculated, merciless wrath of the angel known as Aziraphale.

Crowley absolutely loses it when someone gets around to telling him.  “Y’know, I could’ve warned you,” he says gleefully.  “Been working with him for thousands of years.  I know exactly how much of a bastard he can be.”

After running the numbers and seeing how many souls they’ve lost to Heaven in the past year, Beelzebub gives up and concludes that trying to replace Crowley is a massive waste of resources Hell can’t afford.

After one year, Aziraphale receives another phone call.  He answers, with bated breath, and nearly shouts for joy when he hears a familiar voice.

“Hi, angel.  Lunch on me?”

OP this is exactly, completely, my kind of Aziraphale characterization I’m in love with this little fic

Random demon: I’m Crowley’s replacement

Aziraphale:

(Image here by @petimetrek )

The church is launching a new initiative to track down inactive members and re activate them so like get ready for people you knew growing up to come try to get you back in the cult or for them to give your address and contact info to the missionaries for them to come bother you

It does not include those who have had their records removed. Many are suggesting now is the time to submit a formal request to be taken off the church records

Quitmormon.com made leaving so easy! A friend of mine battled it out by requesting his bishop remove his records, it took years and multiple missionary visits. Quitmormom.com got my record removed in weeks and I’ve never ever been reached out to since. I highly recommend it.

So I grew up in Salt Lake City and became inactive in my early 20s. I moved to California shortly afterwards and never bothered to tell my bishop so my address within church records wouldn’t be updated. A few years later, I found out my mother had updated it for me when I started getting love-bombed by the local bishop’s wife. One time she left me cookies on my door step with a note introducing herself, another time she mailed me a copy of the Book of Mormon with a card on my birthday, I started seeing missionaries in my neighborhood more often, etc.

If you try to resign by going through your bishop, it will be nothing but a parade of psychological damage. He will grill you about what you’ve been watching/reading/listening to, who you’ve been talking to, he will demean your intelligence by telling you “smarter men than you have read [the Book of Mormon] and believe it’s the true word of God”, he will do whatever he can to make you doubt your decision right then and there. If that doesn’t work, you’ll be asked to submit to a disciplinary council, where basically the exact same type of shaming will happen, but now with more participants on the bishop’s side. In addition to sending missionaries to visit you (keep in mind that most missionaries are 18-19 year old kids fresh out of high school coming to your house to tell you that you’re living your life wrong and they have the answer) they will also send you any sort of testimonial pamphlets they can find from the highest authorities in the church. In addition, they will often threaten to publicly announce your excommunication to the entire local congregation, meaning if you’re doing this without telling your true-believer family members, they could find out that way.

If you send your information to QuitMormon, they’ll contact the church on your behalf as your pro-bono legal representation. They’ll tell the church that you wish to have your records removed, you do NOT have any sins you wish to confess, you will NOT agree to a disciplinary council, you do NOT want to be sent any proselytizing material or contacted by anyone with connections to the church (such as missionaries, your bishop, etc.)

Mine took a little bit longer than usual, but within 4 months my resignation was confirmed and not once was I harassed by anyone at the local congregation.

If you didn’t laugh so hard you cried over Merlin’s “I’m in love with a himbo” moment, then I hate to break it to you but you watched this scene wrong

EXACTLY EXACTLY EXACTLY

I’m sobbing. such himbo. this man would do literally anything Merlin asks him with no question.

And Merlin’s endearing scoff

the purest form of serotonin is when a cat looks at u and u go like “what?” and it meows at u

like, that is a very unspecific response I still have no idea what you want but I applaud how adorably you meowed all the same, well done

This post led me to reminisce on the nature of cat’s meowing, and I have a funny story

I befriended a feral cat once who had spent her life in the forest without human interaction. I was worried about her because she had a paw damaged from an old injury and was emaciated but obviously nursing kittens that were hidden away somewhere. It took me weeks of putting out food and sitting across the yard every evening for her to trust me even a little and when she decided we were friends and she expected dinner every night she started coming to my door and trying to call for me in the evening, but she didn’t meow. Why would she? Cats only meow naturally as kittens when their vocal chords/ears aren’t fully developed, adult cats communicate with vocalizations that aren’t audible to humans. She probably tried making noises I couldn’t hear to call me but ended up sticking to the one I always responded to- a horrible yowling growl that she had made at me when we first encountered each other in the forest. Except once we were friends she would make this noise while purring and rubbing affectionately against a nearby tree or the porch railing (because she didn’t want to touch me yet). This understandably freaked my family members out but I was touched that she had taken the time to find a way to basically yell FUCK OFF in an affectionate way.

Fast forward to when she finally trusts me enough to bring her hidden kittens out of the forest to me, long story short I gained their trust and put them in this big pen, that I had previously used to keep chickens in, so they’d be safe and to keep her from having another litter. Except she was already secretly pregnant again! (Fix your pets, guys, they make SO many babies) and ended up having her new babies in this pen. I kept my distance, sitting on the outside once they were born until she seemed comfortable enough to let me come inside. The kittens were a bit wild, hissing viscously at me as soon as they opened their eyes, but they warmed up to me. There were four of them and soon they all wanted to be the center of attention during the twice daily play sessions. I’d be playing with one and another would meow insistently behind me and I’d immediately answer them and give them love, teaching them that humans could be friends that answer their needs- making them adoptable once they were weaned. Mama cat (Artie) would just watch me play with them, and I guess she was doing some thinking because one day when they were about a month old I was playing with them and one meowed behind me. I was confused because I hadn’t realized there was a kitten behind me and when I turned, there wasn’t. The only cat there was Artie looking at me really intensely. I turned back around to the kittens and I heard the meow again, I turned back to Artie and responded in the way I always did with the kittens “yes baby?” And she meowed again in an exact imitation of her kittens! After that she would.not.shut.up. It was like she had cracked some kind of code, meowing for attention and snacks and just to say hi. Her two older kittens, the ones she’d had in the forest, had never meowed at me either but started to once they saw how I responded to their mom. and I find it endlessly fascinating because before that it had never occurred to me that cats only meow at humans because they were taught by other cats to keep meowing past kittenhood because that’s the best way to get a human’s attention.

Imagine befriending some weird giant with the wrong number of legs that you met in the forest who seems nice enough but doesn’t seem to be able to hear you, until your friend explains that all they can understand is fuck off! And I’m a baby give me love!

I swear some old folks just see a youngish person and go”ah yes. Service worker.” I was just in a grocery store where the uniform color is RED shirt and black pants. I was wearing a black jacket over a white turtleneck and jeans and an old man tried to flag me down and then asked me if I worked there TWICE.

Sir GenZ needs to get groceries too. It is I, fellow customer.

Usually when I’m asked if I work somewhere I made the mistake of wearing the uniform color or logo or something but this was literally so random.

according to all known laws of batman, a robin should not fight crime. batman hates child endangerment. the robin, of course, fights crime anyways, because robin doesn't care what batman thinks.

@unfortunatelyhereagain

the problem is bruce keeps adopting kids who are exactly like him because 'if i had my way this bitch would be at home, in bed, asleep' is exactly how alfred feels about bruce

what is superhero fan drama if not an endless of cycle of begging these bitches be at home, asleep

Nicole Cliffe has a whole twitter thread about funny/horrifying anaesthesia stories that you should read all of, but this is definitely my favourite  

Judging from the way the stripes go, that scarf was knitted sideways. Meaning the person cast on 17 feet’s worth of stitches and knitted those 17 feet back & forth for three inches. I’m in awe.

The next Doctor’s costume looks great.

You forgot the best part

its funny how literally the only thing holding this website together is the fact that its kind of old fashioned and not tiktokky or algorithmy and now staff are trying to fuck that up

Everytime I see tumblr try to pull a "let's make it more like this other social media platform" I think of an experiment where Coke did a blind taste test against Pepsi products and found most people prefer the taste of pepsi so they changed their recipe to taste more like pepsi. The product performed terribly. Shockingly, the people who preferred pepsi were just going to drink pepsi and the people who preferred coke didn't want a drink something that tasted like pepsi. People choose social medias and basically anything for what differentiates them from alternatives

Every summer I forget how much I fucking love spiders I’ve drunk one every day this week

Drinking spiders??!

You put ice cream in a glass and pour soft drink over it. It creates a thick layer of delicious foam on top of a sweet, creamy drink with ice cream in it.

And yes I did attempt to get a picture by googling “Australia spider” like a fucking moron.

I think that’s called a float in the states. Although we usually plop the icecream into the glass after the soda. Similar effect though.

We wouldn’t be able to call it that because the word is way too easy to confuse with a floater, which is a meat pie floating in a bowl of pea soup. It is every bit as delicious as a spider though. I should get some pies and pea soup.

I would like to announce that this is not a standard Australian food, it’s exclusively a South Australian one and the rest of Australia is just as appalled as the rest of the world.

It’s not our fault that the rest of Australia is incorrect about food.

#WE HAVE SPIDERS IN AOTEAROA and they serve CUNT#im gonna steal ice cream from work this weekend and make spiders with it. i will steal the fizzy from work also#i fucking hate my boss 

Living your best life I see

“average person eats 3 spiders a year" factoid actualy just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in South Australia and BADLY misinterpreted our survey question,,

NEW SPIDERS GEORG LORE DROPPED

My moms house has high ceilings and those sort of shelf-spaces all around the perimeter of the room, where most people would put vases or decorative plants.

Instead, they put Dimitri's cat bed up there, because he, like most cats, likes to be high up, and also his sister Persephone can't jump up there, so it's a good place for him to relax unperturbed when he needs some alone time. (Dimitri was an only child for the first five years of his life, and is very introverted/private, whereas Pcef needs constant attention, so sometimes he needs time away from her to decompress)

We call this are The Penthouse. Dimitri will frequently look down upon us mere mortals from his heavenly perch.

(it is not uncommon for me to ask, "Where's Mitri?" and be told "He's in the Penthouse.")

A King amongst mortals.