skills share


22/6/2017: Queen Rania visited Jerash and commended the Jordan Association for Human Development for its innovative community-empowerment projects and achievements.

Her Majesty toured the local community bazaar and met with the Assocation’s Board to learn about its interventions and projects focused on capacity-building in the local community of Jerash. 

Among the projects visited was the Social Innovation Labs, where students shared pioneering solutions and project ideas addressing the local community’s needs. The Queen also dropped by Makani activities, a UNICEF funded initiative offering innovatively-designed learning experiences. 

Also part of the visit was the Rural Economic Growth and Employment Project, which shared life skills trainings for Syrian and Jordanian, and a Child Safety session that involved awareness-building with an aim to spread knowledge and awareness on child safety as well as empower children to protect themselves through interactions with real life experiences and situations.

During a final stop, Her Majesty visited a training workshop conducted in collaboration with the Jordanian Economic Development Corporation where she praised the training program conducted for a group of farmers to build their capacities and skills related to building micro-business, financial literacy, connecting to financial services, credit, deposit, mobile wallets, and digital payments. 

Established in 2011, the Jordanians Association for Human Development has worked extensively on a number of programs focused on capacity building for women and youth, generating income-generating activities, early childhood development and primary health care services. (Source: Petra)

Soulmate AU Masterlist

Tattoos or Marks

  • Red tallies appear for every person you’ve loved, black for every person you’ve loved that has died, and a white tally for when you meet your soulmate (Credit to Quinn Anderson - Please check with her about using this)
  • A mark that matches, sometimes like a puzzle piece to someone else, and grows hotter the closer they are to you
  • You have a tattoo of what your soulmate is most passionate about
  • You have a tattoo of the first words they say to you
  • You have a tattoo of how old you both are when you meet
  • Changing tattoo that tells you the coordinates of where your soulmate is
  • Tree tattoo that changes with the seasons, but blooms pink in spring instead of white if you met your soulmate
  • Identical tattoos or birthmarks
  • Incomplete tattoos that complete themselves on your skin when you meet the person with the rest of your tattoo
  • Tattoos that change colour depending on what your soulmate is feeling


  • Heterochromia - you have one eye of your soulmates eye colour and when you meet you get your own eye colour instead of having two different eye colours.
  • You only see in black and white until you meet your soulmate
  • Reverse black and white where you give up seeing colour when you meet your soulmate
  • You only see in black and white until you touch your soulmate
  • You only see in the different shades of your soulmates eye colour until you meet them
  • You can’t see the colour of your soulmates eye colour until you meet them
  • You see colour the first time you hear your soulmates voice directly and the colour spills from their lips


  • You can hear your soulmates voice in your head, but only when they sing
  • The secondary voice in your head is your soulmate speaking
  • You can speak once you meet your soulmate
  • You can hear once you meet your soulmate (the first thing you hear is their voice)

Time & Age

  • When you reach 18 you stop aging until you meet your soulmate
  • Watch countdown to when you’ll meet your soulmate
  • Reverse countdown, your clock counts up and freezes when you meet
  • You have a clock on your body that tells you what time it is where your soulmate is, it changes colour when they get closer to you

Body or Hair

  • At new years on midnight for a single minute you possess your soulmates body
  • Your chest glows when you look them in the eyes
  • Marks on your soulmate appear on your own body
  • You have your soulmate’s hair colour on a stripe at your wrist, when they dye or chance their hair colour the stripe changes
  • If you change your hair colour, your soulmates changes to the same colour (your hair goes to it’s natural colour when your soulmates does)
  • When you change your hair colour, your soulmates eyes change to that colour
  • You and your soulmate share all physical senses (I.E pain, heat, pleasure, etc…)


  • Red sting to connect soulmates
  • Your soulmate is the only person you remember from your past life
  • Everyone is given a journal that they can use to write to their soulmate
  • When you sleep, if your soulmate is awake you can see what they’re doing
  • You dream your soulmate, but very basically (such as their silhouette or the view of their back) 
  • Telepathy soulmates
  • Sharing skills and talents with your soulmate
  • When your soulmate eats something you crave what they’re eating
  • When your soulmate cries you cry
  • When you kiss your soulmate for the first time your entire body glows

I got a lot of ideas from this post so I recommend you check that one out too!

Common AU Masterlist Link

Recognizing uniqueness is not a substitute for thinking about disability

Teachers who are really good at teaching typically developing kids sometimes have trouble understanding the significance of disability. I’ve heard a lot of things like “all kids are unique” and “I always individualize my approach for every kid” and “I don’t see the need to label any kids as disabled, it’s just a matter of finding what works for them”.

This sounds positive, but it can be a disaster for kids with disabilities.

We talk a lot about uniqueness, but a lot of effective teaching depends on understanding ways in which kids are similar to each other. Developmentally appropriate practice means understanding how kids the same age are similar to each other — then being flexible in ways that recognize kids’ unique humanity. We develop a sense of what the range of difference is for kids of a particular age.

Kids with disabilities are more different than that, and we need to take those differences seriously. Disability matters, and practices based on typical developmental milestones don’t account for it.

For instance:

Developmental milestones tell us:

  • Two year olds don’t have the motor skills to support handwriting.
  • Early education helps two year olds develop the motor skills that will eventually support handwriting.
  • Ten year olds do have the motor skills to support handwriting.
  • If they’ve had appropriate education, ten year olds should be able to write.

Developmental milestones don’t tell us:

  • How to teach ten year olds who don’t have the fine motor skills to support handwriting.
  • What early literacy and pre-writing instruction looks like for young children who are unlikely to develop the motor skills needed to support handwriting

It’s also important to understand the difference between unusual and unique. Disability means having unusual differences. But not every difference is unique. Some differences are shared by other people with disabilities. Those shared differences are important.

We need to understand the disability-related similarities. Part of that is having the right words to describe them. Calling disabilities by their right names isn’t about labeling, it’s about breaking isolation and making important things speakable.

For instance:


  • Braille exists because blind people need it to exist
  • The differences between sighted people and blind people are a reason that braille needs to exist.
  • (And a reason that Braille is better than raised print).
  • The similarities between many blind people are a reason that braille *can* exist as a standard way of accessing literacy. 
  • If each blind person was completely unique, there would be no way to create a reading and writing system that would work for large numbers of blind people.

Some other examples:

  • Wheelchairs.
  • Ramps.
  • Large print.
  • Cars with hand controls and/or wheelchair lifts.
  • Text-to-speech communication devices.
  • VoiceOver and other screen reading software.
  • Signed languages.
  • Medications that manage symptoms.
  • Supportive seating.
  • The ADA, Section 504, IDEA and other disability rights laws.

People with disabilities are unique, and not interchangeable with each other. Similarly, kids the same age are unique, and not interchangeable with each other. Both the similarities and differences are important.

Tl;dr Sometimes progressive educators are uncomfortable with the concept of disability, and want to instead just see every kid’s uniqueness. That doesn’t work, because disability means having unusual differences — and because the differences aren’t unique; they’re shared with many other disabled people. Recognizing uniqueness isn’t enough — we also need to understand and accommodate disability.


“Cards on the table?”

Aside from the pretty pastel backgrounds, I really enjoyed this scene because it shows how relaxed Lars is when he’s baking. Yes, he’s focused and really intent on the result, but this is the same Lars who isn’t snapping and complaining when his friends make a mistake. Lars is usually the first to call people on on their mistakes, as a coping mechanism. Here, he’s taking everything in stride. Baking is really something he enjoys, and he’s confident with his skill enough to share it with other people. This is Lars at his best.

I don’t want to be angry anymore. I want to be calm. I want to stop hurting people and blowing up all the time. I hate myself for it. It’s straining my relationship. It’s made my mom cry. I just lose it and blow up on anyone that’s near me when I’m mad and I know it isn’t fair but I feel like I can’t control it, and every time I go off I just get more angry at myself and it makes it worse. My anger is out of control and I don’t know how to fix it. I feel like the worst piece of shit.
—  Posted by Anonymous

So one time I did the old “Gold Cat-Lightning Dog” trick to get some easy levels and it worked super well except   I    didn’t have Karol’s EXP Share skill on … … … … .

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anonymous asked:

In contrary of the recent anon who bashed your writing prowess I'd like to ask you what tips or advice could you give to aspiring/ amateur writers on tumblr?

Thanks for the wonderful ask! My tips would be:

1. Write about what you love. A character, a ship, a situation, a prompt. When you write about something you really want to write about, the story comes out more naturally and the reader will be more engaged with your storytelling.

2. Explore different styles. First person, second person, third person. Poem or short story. Dialogues or thought voices. Scripts or essays. The more you try out different styles, the more you’ll know which one you’re most comfortable with, which style helps you tell your story most naturally.

3. Keep writing. Just write and write and write and write. Just keep writing. The more you write, the more your craft is honed. The more you write, the sooner you will find your writer’s voice (if you haven’t found it yet). And if you already have, keep writing to keep honing your skill.

4. Get feedback. Share your work publicly to understand what works and what could work better. If you’re shy about sharing it with the world, get a beta reader - someone who can review your work and give objective feedback without diluting the story you want to tell. I’d be happy to be your beta! Just drop me a message privately. 😊

5. Read. I truly believe that good writers are good readers. Learn how others weave words, how others tell their stories. This will help inspire you with your own words too.

6. Get inspiration. Sometimes I feel like writing but don’t know where to start. I listen to music a LOT. I go through Spotify and listen, listen, listen. Often times the song sets the mood to my writing, or it could also be the prompt for what I write.

“Anchor” (Jake x MC) was inspired by Novo Amor’s Anchor. It was such a good song I just had to write a piece for it.

“Paper Hearts” (LI x MC) was a story I needed to release but I’d stumble for words while typing - “Carry You” by Novo Amor (again) helped me find the words and set the mood.

For “Parallel Lines” (Chris x MC), I had the story in my head but it was going in various directions. When I finally heard “Hello” (Adele but a cover by Caroline and… forgot the band’s name…), the words began to flow because the lyrics captured the connection I had imagined for Chris and MC 7 years after college. (You can find these fanfic here:

7. Trust the process. Trust where your words will take you. Sometimes I plan out the story on paper and prepare an outline or a mindmap. Most times though I just sit by the keyboard with a plot in my head and just type away, letting the words flow. I type, type, tap, tap… and let the words take me to wherever place, whatever situation.

8. Edit. After writing your piece, take a step back. Don’t hit the Post button just yet! Raw writing is beautiful, but there’s always room for improvement especially when it is a surge of emotions that made you write in the first place. Check for spelling and grammar. Check for continuity. Check for items that could be said in a shorter way (unless it was meant to be rambling).

9. Final tip: ENJOY. 😊 When you love writing, no matter what the topic is, it will show in your piece. Your readers will feel it.

These are my tips for aspiring, amateur writers! If you have any questions, just drop me a note. Hugs to the Choices fandom!

Holly 💕

wondering at the why of poetry- arranging words compulsively
at times perceiving hints of something- something sad or lovely
some things that feel beyond my ability to share
skill or luck- or neither
chance dancing at the edge of reason- casting thoughts like dice
gambling in the dark

Eight Parts of a Whole

Originally posted by v-writings

Originally posted by jais-courtney

Warren Worthington III x Reader

Eight Parts of a Whole

Author: Morgan

Note: Okay, so I just watched all of Sense8 in like two days and I might be crazy, but I think Wolfgang looks a HELL OF A LOT like Warren and I was already having feels, so here, have this thing. It might be multiple parts, it might be one huge long fic. I don’t know. Edit: It’s just one big long fic.

Stars. You always seemed to be under the stars when he decided to show up. Lying on the roof outside your bedroom in your blue polka-dotted pajamas. Being a mutant was not easy. Being a mutant in a cluster of eight of them was something else entirely. You were not one person. You were eight. Kind of. Eight different people in one mind who share skills, have conversations, and be connected to one another, despite being actually located on different sides of the globe. So far away, and yet you couldn’t be closer.

Warren was always the one that came to comfort you after bad dates. Especially after he had saved your ass. Pinned the asshole against the wall and dared him to make another move.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Warren asked. You shook your head. “Do you want me to leave?”

“Stay.” Your voice was quiet. You pulled your knees to your chest. “Please.”




“What’s wrong?”

“My parents are shipping me out tomorrow. Some school for people like us. Mutants, that is. They think it’ll help…make it go away.”

“Make me go away?”

“Make all of it go away.” Warren’s wings shuddered. “Make all of you go away.”

“Easier said than done.” Ororo sat down with the two of you. “Where’s the school?”

“Yes, vhere is zhe school?” Kurt joined the three of you. You figured Peter was probably sleeping, Scott was probably visiting with Jean, and Jubilee was God-knows-where.

“New York somewhere. I don’t know.”

“We’re with you.” You took his hand and suddenly, you were in his bedroom. All of you were. “We’ll always be with you. They can’t take us away from you.”

“We’ll see.” Warren leaned back against his bedpost, his large feathery wings spread out behind him. It wasn’t often that all eight of you were together, but when you were, it was like the world had stopped. It didn’t matter that Kurt was in Germany and Ororo was in Egypt, or that Scott was in Ohio while Jubilee was in California and Peter was in New Mexico. You were together in the only way that mattered.


“You’re not going to prom?” Warren sat on your bed. You were having a Netflix marathon.


“Why not?”

“No one asked.”

“You’re gonna let that stop you?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” You shrugged. The bed dipped under his weight. “Always bugging me, huh? Never Peter or Kurt or Ororo?”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No.” You shook your head. “When’s school start?”


“Is that why you’re here?”

“Yeah, kinda.” He shrugged. “I dunno. Sometimes it just helps to talk. To you. I don’t wanna lose this. All of you.”

“You won’t lose us.” You stated, closing your laptop. “We’re not exactly normal mutants.”

“I know, but-”

“You know what? Let’s go somewhere. Anywhere.”

“Your prom?”

“Not there.” You stood up. Warren stood beside you.

“Then let’s go to Scott’s prom.”

“Didn’t go to prom.” Scott showed up in the doorway. “My girlfriend is a voice I hear in my head. Didn’t wanna go with someone else. Or look crazy slow-dancing with myself, that is.”

“To be fair, I hear voices in my head all the time, not just when I’m with you guys.” Jean showed up.

“Did anyone go to prom?”

“Jubes did. California prom is crazy. You guys should come!” Peter popped in wearing a silver tux. “Kurt and Ororo are there.”

“Doesn’t Kurt have a show tonight?” Your blue friend lived in the Munich circus. He performed quite often.

“He’s done it so many times he doesn’t even have to think about it. Plus, he’s a teleporter. He’s used to being two places at once.” Ororo shrugged. Her dress was strapless, black, drop-dead gorgeous.

“Come on, (Y/N).” Warren raised an eyebrow. “I’ll save a dance for you.”

You looked at the others, each of their eyes pleading you to come with them, to have fun for just a few hours.

“All right, fine.” And then you were there. It wasn’t even a struggle to pop in somewhere across the country. Your dress was fierce and red, and it matched the tie of Warren’s suit. Jubilee smiled at the rest of you from the crowd of dancing teens. You and Warren waved at her. And just before you jumped into the dancing, the music slowed down.

Warren pulled you close to him, his arms tight around your waist while your head came to rest on his muscular chest. His warm wings wrapped around you, and in that single moment, you knew why you ended up with him every time you thought about love. It scared you to admit it, so you didn’t. But you felt all of his feelings. He felt all of yours. And though neither of you would say it you knew. And so you hugged him tighter. Sure, you hadn’t gone to your prom, but nothing could beat this moment.


Sunday night Warren should have been sleeping, but once again, he found himself with you. He only hoped that this time maybe the others would stay out. He loved you guys. All of you, but there were times when he just wanted a chance to talk to you.

“Hey.” You said quietly. He nodded and sat on your bed. “You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really.” His shoulders slumped under the weight of his wings.

“Okay.” You nodded. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Anything but tomorrow.”

“Okay.” You nodded. “I decided something today.”

Warren raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“I’m going to find you.” You told him. He looked at you with guarded eyes. “I have to find you.”


“You know why.” You rolled your eyes and leaned back against your bedpost, staring at the ceiling of your bedroom.

“I want to hear you say it.” His voice was quiet, pleading.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” His land hovered over your face, thumb gently tracing your soft lips. Oh, what he wouldn’t do to kiss you… “More than you could ever know.”

“I’m going to find you. This summer. I’m going to come to you and we can be us. Together. In person.”

A moment passed and suddenly you were in Warren’s room, beneath the covers of his bed. It was darker here than it was in your room. There were no nightlights or laptops. Just you and him and the light under the door. Warren’s chest was bare. All that covered his toned body was a pair of tight black boxers. His golden curls had fallen into a messy halo. You were lying on his chest, rising and falling with each of his breaths. His lips were soft against your forehead.



And though he was the one with the wings, he wasn’t sure how this angel had fallen for him…


Because Warren was transferring near the end of the year, he didn’t see the point in even transferring at all. Until he got there and Jean was standing in the front room.

“Jean?” He asked. She whipped around at the sound of his voice.

“Warren? This is your new school? You made it sound like you were being sent to prison.” The tall winged teen looked around the mansion.

“I thought I was…” a smirk tugged at his lips. “Not what my parents had in mind, I’m sure.” He pulled his phone out of his back pocket. “I’ve gotta text (Y/N).”


Your phone buzzed during your lunch hour. A picture from Warren to the groupchat. He was with Jean. In person. His new school was the mutant school she raved about. He wasn’t being sent to prison after all.

So of course, you popped in immediately.

“Woah, nice place.” You looked around.

“You’re here,” Warren breathed, taking you in his arms. “Well, not really, but you know what I mean.”

“This place is super nice. Wait. Is this Xavier’s?”

“Yes.” Jean nodded. “It is.”

“I’ve heard about this place! I applied to a summer program here!”

“You’re going to be here this summer.” Warren repeated, mulling over the words you had spoken. You were going to be here. Soon.

“Yes. I am.”

“Who might this be?” Warren and Jean turned to look as Professor Xavier rolled into the lobby of the mansion. His eyes narrowed at the sight of Warren, and though you should have been invisible to him, his curious blue eyes seemed to land on you too. “You’re one of them.”

“Yeah.” Warren nodded. Your hand slipped into his.

“And you are too.” His eyes met yours. Was he actually talking to you? How did he even see you? “I’m a telepath, Miss (L/N). I’ve just never seen another cluster. I didn’t know another existed until Jean told me.”

“I guess we have a lot to talk about…”


And so the quest began. Charles and Hank were determined to find another cluster and bring them all together as they had decades before. Their own cluster. And though things hadn’t worked out so well for them, they had hope for this younger cluster. They would soon know what true power felt like, what it felt like to lean on your new family, borrow their abilities and band together to be more than a group of mutants, but to be a team of them.

Scott was the first to get to the mansion, much to Jean’s delight and Warren’s dismay. It was almost as though the two had accidently gotten their lips glued together in a freak accident of some sort. They were always making out, always holding hands. It was disgusting…He wished you were there.

Peter came next, quite literally running across the country to find the mansion. Warren was glad to at least have someone who wasn’t practically conjoined to another member of their cluster.

After Peter was Kurt, Ororo, and then shortly after, Jubilee. When Jubes had gotten there, they had all sent you a group selfie. Warren sent a text with it. Wish you were here.

Wish I was too. You replied. I love you guys. I’ll be there soon. I promise.


He appeared in the car beside you as you made your way there. He took your hand, kissing his way up your arm to your neck and then your jaw up to your cheek and then the corner of your lips and then…he stopped.

“I want to save that for the real one.” He whispered and pressed a kiss just in front of your ear. You took a shaky breath.

“Who is it?” Your mother asked.


“It’s always Warren, isn’t it?” your father chuckled. “Tell that boy to keep his lips to himself.”

“No can do, sir.” Warren smirked. “I’m in love with your daughter.”

“He just had a snarky comeback, didn’t he?”

“It was kinda sappy, actually.” You smirked. “Going soft, angel boy.”

“Shut up.” He rolled his eyes. “When are you gonna get here?”

“Soon.” You replied. “Dad, how much longer?”

“We’re gonna stop to eat, and then we’ll get there about an hour after.”

“Good. Can’t wait.”


In the course of the car ride, all of the others had visited you too. Because classes had ended for the day, they had nothing better to do than wait for you. Warren was impatient, texting you every few minutes to make sure you were still coming, that you hadn’t gotten lost.

“Chill out, dude. You’re so tense.” Peter smirked. “We all love her too, you know.”

“I know, I just…” Warren exhaled. “I need to hold her. I need to have her here. I feel like I’m missing something without her.”

“I know,” Scott grinned as he spotted you coming up the courtyard behind Warren’s unsuspecting figure. You pressed a finger to your lips as you knelt on the grass behind him. You covered his eyes with your hands. As soon as your skin made contact with his, it was as though a million fireworks erupted. He couldn’t speak, he could barely breathe normally. The others felt it too.

Warren reached up to pull your hands off of his eyes. He couldn’t hold in the tears that formed. They slipped down his smooth cheeks. He got to his feet, shaking, and turned around to look at you. It was like the first time you met. Uncertain, sure, but it felt so right. Like everything in the universe had finally clicked into place.

The others got up too, looking you over as though you were a ghost. Like you would disappear any second. Warren was frozen, his eyes locked into yours. You were here. You were real. You were no longer a voice in his head, a vision of something he could never have, something he could never touch. You were here. And your hands were soft against his cheeks. The bright pink of your dress drew contrast from his black leather jacket and his curly Mohawk. You loved everything about him. The soft wings that emerged from his back, and the way his calloused hands felt against your bare skin.

“Hi,” you whispered.

“Hey,” a smile tugged at his smooth lips. He didn’t smile often, but it was the most gorgeous thing you had ever seen. His tough exterior making way for something brighter. “Nice to meet you. Finally.”

“Yeah.” You succumbed to his embrace, holding him tightly against you, and he held you just as tight, arms fast around you, wings too. It wasn’t long before the others joined in, arms wrapped around the pair of you, loving and warm. Your family. Eight parts of a whole. Eight bodies, one soul. Together at last.

anonymous asked:

in your about it says you dont appreciate people who dont cough into their elbows so then how do you feel about mingyu *eyes emoji*

this… is tru… just… just lift ur elbow n cough into it… it’s not a difficult concept to grasp. we’re all slowly d*ing, i’d rather d*e at my own pace than have the process sped up by someone who just coughed into my pasta primavera bc they didn’t know their elbow was thing.

mingyu… he is no exception. i do sincerely appreciate his celery stick ass but if we’re eatin lunch together;; pls sit at the opposite end of the table.