i've been waiting to post this forever

I said once that a home is just a grouping of objects, connected by a shared personal experience of time, which was just a fancy way of really just asking you to move in with me, and, um, and it worked but I wasn’t wrong, and I know now that a relationship is just a grouping of moments, connected by that same shared personal experience of time. what it means to make a life together is to take the experience of two different lives and choose to interpret them as a single shared narrative, so, in other words, changing the story about you, or the story about me, into the story about us. do you remember before the throat surgery when I sounded like this: “science is neat”? well, science is neat and I still believe that, but I know now that a lot of things are neat. having a quiet breakfast with another person is neat; calling someone over to experience a particularly noisy sunset is neat; this town is neat; night vale is neat; love is neat. love is- is very neat, actually and, um, and you are neat. that first night, when we sat on the trunk of my car and looked at the lights above the arby’s, when we got up to leave, I looked at you and I tried to think of how to say everything I was feeling, but I’ve never really been good at describing feelings, I’m only good at describing facts and love- love isn’t a fact, you know, love, it’s- it’s a hunch at first, and then later, it’s a series of decisions, a lifetime of decisions. that’s love and I didn’t- I didn’t know how to express that, and, so, I just said “I’m glad I decided to call you”, and now, um, tonight I say I’m glad again for this decision and all the decisions that will come every day after, which is to say, uh, scientifically speaking of course, speaking from the point of view of mere facts and logic and you know, um, what with this science and all, I just thought that it was time for us to make a life together.
—  Carlos the Scientist, Welcome to Night Vale, Episode 100 “Toast”
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when Sana gets to be with Eunha~ ♡

My Thing With Wonder Woman

So I am a huge Wonder Woman fan and I’ve been waiting for a live action movie for her FOREVER to the point where I was willing to sit through that special I know would be 85% fluff to catch a few glimpses of clips (which, besides being all washed out like it was a Batman film for some reason, looked good). 

But, whenever people talk about WW (less fans, more people in charge of making her movies) I feel like they always get stuck on the “equality” thing. Which, yeah, that’s part of her thing but when the guy was like, “I think that’s what people like about Wonder Woman,” I thought, “Really?” Is that really what people like about Wonder Woman, not the fact that she’s a compassionate, warrior bad-ass? 

I think the director’s comments were WAY more on point: The greatest thing about WW is how good and kind and loving she is yet none of that negates any of her power.

THAT’S why Wonder Woman is awesome. I dunno. When they talk about the equality thing, it seems more like self congratulatory back-patting than an actual discussion on why WW rocks. In fact, top of my head, here are five things I’d point to on why I love WW before “equality” (spoilers).

1. One time she had to fight a gorgon, blindfolded, on live TV and, to win that fight and stop the gorgon from looking into the camera and turning everyone watching to stone, she freakin’ blinded herself (permanently as far as she knew).

2. When Max Lord was mind controlling Superman and she asked under him Lasso of Truth compulsion how to stop him, he said, “Kill me.” So she freakin’ snapped his neck because, unlike Superman or Batman who reamed her for the decision, she knew that someone who could control Superman was too dangerous to keep around and she was willing to do the hard thing.

3. In one comic, there’s this prophecy that the Justice League is gonna fall and she is DAMN WELL not having that so she figures that the JL is symbolic so she can stand in for all of them so everyone doesn’t have to die so she TAKES DOWN THE ENTIRE JUSTICE LEAGUE, trying to save their lives and then FACES A DRAGON ALONE. And she didn’t even have pre-made backup plans like Batman.

4. So, in JLU (the fantastic Bruce Timm cartoon) Hawkgirl is revealed to be an advanced scout for the Thangarian military who put the world under martial law while carrying out their plan which will end with the world exploding and,so they don’t interfere, they capture the Justice League and trap them all appropriately: Superman under a red sunlight generator, Flash in a gravity well, GL’s lost his ring.

And who starts the rescue but Wonder Woman, tied up in her own lasso. She bites the dude’s hand when he tries to feed her, headbutts the crap out of him (still tied up), catches his knife WITH HER MOUTH as he drops it and then THROWS IT TO JAM THE CONTROLS and free herself. Seriously, I’ve watched the scene so many times, it’s so cool. 

5. She hired a minotaur as a personal chef (he’s the chef for the embassy technically). His name is Ferdinand and he’s amazing. That’s it. That’s all of #5. I just think that’s awesome. His specialty is vegetarian dishes.

But, yeah. Wonder Woman is really cool and has a lot of great stories and, even though it’s totally a part of who she is,  I hate when she’s reduced to just, “equality.”

Not Happy Enough (Luke Hemmings)

A/N: I’m not quite sure how I like this but here it is anyways. Feedback/Requests are always welcomed. I hope you guys enjoy this one!


“Fucking hell.” The coffee maker broke—again. You lift the top to make sure that there are enough coffee beans in it, and then press the brew button. Still, only coffee-less hot water pours into the coffee pot. You’ve been saving up to buy a Keurig to replace your obsolete coffee maker, but you’ve never gotten the chance to, thus leaving you to deal with its many problems.

“Starbucks it is,” you say to yourself, taking the pot over to the sink in your small kitchen and dumping the contents. You run your hands over your tired face before heading down the hall to change out of the baggy t-shirt you slept in.

Once your clothes are changed and your hair is combed, you leave your apartment and take the elevator to the parking lot. The harsh wind nips at your skin, causing goosebumps to appear. Once to your car, you toss your purse into the passenger seat and duck into the cramped vehicle, turning the heat on full blast.  

You drive the four or five minutes to the nearest Starbucks, hoping to just go into the drive through lane, but as soon as you see the 12 cars in line you know you’re going to be parking. You lazily pull into the nearest parking space and dash inside to avoid the chill of the wind.

“What can I get for you today?” the young barista smiles at you, and despite your mood, you grin back.

“Can I just get a Grande decaf coffee please?”

The barista punches something into the register, grabs a coffee cup, and then pulls out a sharpie. “What’s the name on that?”

“(Y/N).” You slide some money across the counter, then smile and turn to the other side of the shop to retrieve your drink. You’re suddenly startled as you feel somebody grab your hand and you immediately whip around, only to be met with a face you haven’t seen in months.

“(Y/N),” Luke breathes. “I thought that was you.”

You feel your lips part in incredulity. You haven’t seen Luke since you broke up with him two months ago. The break up was rough, but not just because the two of you were angry and upset. The fact that everybody around you thought you two would be together forever is what made it exceptionally difficult. Neither of you could escape the constant I can’t believe you two broke up and I thought you were going to get married remarks.

After staring at him for a few seconds too long, you finally manage to get out some sort of greeting. You’re snapped out of your trance when a different barista calls you for your coffee, and you stumble over to grab it. Luke follows you over, and once you have your drink he asks you if you want to talk for a few minutes. You shakily nod your head in agreement and he leads you over to a table for two in the corner.

As you sit down, you notice that he doesn’t have a drink in his hand. “Did you want to get a coffee or something?”

“I’ve already had one. I was about to leave when you walked in.” He stares down at his lap nervously.

“Okay, well did you want to talk about anything in particular?” you question, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

“Well, no. I just wanted to talk. How are you?”

“I’m fine,” you try to smile, “Just trying to finish school.” There’s a pause. “Er, what about you? How’ve you been?” you ask, but only because it seems like the right thing to do. You know exactly how he’s been: miserable.

“Okay, I guess. Um, Cal told me you met somebody else. He says you seem happy?” He looks up at you through his eyelashes, waiting for you to validate Calum’s message. You’re taken aback by his unexpectedly straightforward question, but the tiniest of smiles plays on your lips as you think of the boyfriend you’ve had for almost a month.

“I did. And yeah, um, I’m pretty happy with him.” You were lying through your teeth. This new guy was great, but he was no Luke. He didn’t make you feel butterflies every time you saw him. He didn’t leave his ringer on all night so he would hear his phone beep if you texted him at 3 a.m. because you felt lost and needed to hear his voice. Sure, he’s sweet. He compliments you when he should and knows when to get close and when to back off. But it all feels staged. It seems forced, unnatural. He’s too perfect, yet not perfect enough. 

“Does he treat you right?” Luke blurts out, and you see him cringe as he realizes his mistake. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked…I just…Yeah. Sorry.”

That same small smile crosses your mouth as you recognize Luke’s naturally awkward personality. “He does, yeah,” you mumble sheepishly. An uncomfortable silence falls between the two of you. “Well, it was nice seeing you again. I mean that, Luke. But I should go.” You know if you stay to talk, you’ll only receive more questions about your new boyfriend, and you can’t bear to talk to Luke about him. You smile at him weakly before turning around and walking through the door, fighting tears.

“Y/N, wait!” You stop and turn around, met with the sight of the blonde boy jogging after you. “Are you really happy with him?”

“What do you–?”

“Just tell me if he makes you happy.”

You sigh, digging your toe into the ground. You know you haven’t been nearly as happy as you were with Luke, but you were slightly happy nonetheless. You shrug and mutter, “He’s not you, that’s for sure.”

“W-what?”

You take a deep breath, looking at the sky. “Yes, he treats me right. He’s also damn good looking and he gives the best advice. He takes me out all the time and never makes me pay. He has a six year old brother that I helped him babysit one time and he is the absolute sweetest little boy I’ve ever met. He brags about me to all of his friends and he always says his parents can’t wait to meet me.”

“Stop,” Luke stares down at you with shiny blue eyes and a pained look on his face. “I get it. I’m sorry I asked.”

“No, Luke, please. Let me finish.” You take another breath. “He gets along with my friends, he likes the same bands as me, and he’s one of the smartest people I’ve ever met. He got me sold out Mayday Parade tickets for my birthday, and he even camped out for hours with me just so I could get a picture with Derek. But he’s not you, Luke. The way he makes me feel, even after all of that, doesn’t even begin to compare to the way I felt when I was with you. So yes, I’m happy with him. But I’m not happy enough.”

Luke’s mouth parts in disbelief, never expecting those words to leave your lips. “But you said that…I…I don’t know what to—”

You cut him off. “You don’t have to say anything. Just know that letting you go is the absolute worst decision I have ever made. Even worse than letting you talk me into skydiving.” You laugh a little, and so does Luke, as you both recall the time Luke convinced you to skydive with him only to discover that you are deathly afraid of heights. “I convinced myself that you’d moved on to make it easier for me. But as much as I told myself that I was happy—,” your voice breaks, and you take a second to regain your composure. “As much as I told myself that I was happy, I wasn’t as happy as I was with you.”

The next thing you know, Luke envelops you in a bear hug. You lock your arms around his waist and he kisses the top of your head before letting you go. “I wish you would have told me that sooner.”

You sigh and feel a tear slide down your cheek as a sob leaves your throat. “I’m sorry, Luke. This is all my fault. I’m so, so sorry, I—”

“Shh,” he silences you, rubbing your back, wrapping you up in a hug once more. You relish in his body heat as you’ve been shivering from the cold. “It’s okay. It’s not your fault. We can figure this out, I promise.” He releases you from his grasp and stares down at you. “Now, go home and light a fire or something. You must be freezing cold.”  

When you see an angry rant from a butthurt MH shipper in the Rinharu that says shit like “no but rinharu shippers are so far up their own asses im not sure if they can even see anymore no im positive they cant see anymore BECAUSE ITS SO FUCKING OBVIOUS THAT MAKOTO IS RIGHT FOR HARU!!1!1!”

I absolutely cannot believe that I have had this blog for about 18 months now and have reached such a milestone number of followers. I am so grateful that I stumbled across this teaching community, as it has been so much more helpful to me than the majority of other resources I have at my disposal. 

This blog is a place where I can moan about the ~HUGE ANNOYING PROBLEMS~ that I face in my life as a teacher, only to look back on later and think of – dare I say – fondly when it’s all over. There are some of you I have been following since day one, some of you whom I only just found recently, and some (I’m sure) that I just haven’t found yet. But here we are – thanks for sticking around, and thanks for everything.

These are all the wonderful education-related blogs I follow (some strictly education, some a mixture, some completely on another topic but run by a teacher and that is good enough for me!). They have my stamp of approval!

anotefromyoursubstitute // actually-willow // andimtheteacher // concerto4art-and-education // earlyeducation-education // girlwithalessonplan // iwasyourteacher // inthemiddleofclass // lessoninteaching // livelovelearnbeach // mindsofmiddleschool // missfreemanteaches // miss-social-teacher // mrskaaay // mscoffee // positivelypersistentteach // powwhamteaching // seriouslydisturbedteacher // shitmystudentswrite // sweetwineandroses // teach4history // teacherthoughtbubble // teachinginreallife // thelonereligiouseducator // theperilsofteaching // thesnarkyschoolteacher // universityandme // xavierwallet// wincherella // windycityteacher // wwbioteach // you-are-what-you-teach​ // yousucksir

[Bonus: Other random blogs that I follow and you should, too!]

bublog // howtogrowthefuckup // rejectedprincesses // thatsthat24 

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– CLARISSE –

She didn’t bother wasting time on awkward segue ways. Clarisse sank down into the couch next to Nico, and started with what was on her mind, “Jason was asking me about how to deal with post-traumatic stress disorder the other day.”

Nico looked up at her and blinked owlishly, “What?”

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