Oliver’s formal education is severely lacking. But Oliver is highly intelligent and I think he just soaks up information like a sponge.
He failed classes in high school and college because he didn’t care- he was too busy being absolutely terrible and getting away with whatever he wanted. But when he’s actually interested…
He learns how to fix a plane radio just by spending time helping his father and spending enough time tinkering.
He becomes fluent in Russian in roughly a year.
He learns a decent amount of Chinese over the course of five years.
He learns how to fly a plane in under a year.
He recognizes a random quote from the Odyssey and is able to recite the rest of it back at least a year after reading the book.
He learns Argus’s tactical patterns despite only working with a team on a handful of occasions and remembers them five years later.
He develops a range of technical skills which allowed him to operate as a vigilante for months before adding the computer skills of Felicity. And for two years before incorporating the tech support from Cisco.
I think four years working with Felicity has allowed Oliver to absorb a lot of computer science knowledge (he’ll never be anywhere near her level, but he’s more skilled than the average person). I think Oliver is continually storing away tactical strategies and fighting techniques that he observes in allies and enemies alike- it’s part of why he’s such an accomplished warrior. I think Oliver has far more political knowledge than most people assume, just because he’s spent so much time around people like Moira, and Robert and Walter and Malcolm. I think that since getting back from the island, Oliver has spent a good deal of his spare time reading, making up for the education he now realizes that he wasted.
I think Oliver’s spotty educational history, his brooding nature, his quick temper and his general tendency toward action over introspection, all hide the fact that he is an incredibly intelligent man. One capable of concocting brilliant strategies. But who is continually ignored and underestimated because he doesn’t display his intelligence in the same ways that the math and science geniuses around him do.
Speaking of changing Houses, I used to firmly believe I was a Ravenclaw. Now I've come to terms I belong to Hufflepuff. I might be smart, even a smart-ass, and value knowledge, but ultimately, I value people and kindness over intelligence. Also kitchen.
Queen Breha was very smart, and understood the value of diplomacy. She ruled Alderaan with a kind and even hand. The citizens of the planet loved her for her fairness, but Breha wasn’t always quiet and gentle. When there was a crisis, she was quick to respond. She was the perfect queen for one of the most important planets in the galaxy.
I don’t understand why people are so convinced that Hermione belongs in Ravenclaw. Ravenclaws are smart and value intelligence and study, but a Ravenclaw would be more likely to investigate how to break the magical binding of house-elf to master, than to form S.P.E.W. and try to fight to change humans’ minds.
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Baz is a sharp bloke, and I don’t mean because of his fangs. He’s smart and studious, values his education, and takes classes at Uni every weekday. He comes over most days, but only after he studies, and he only stays the night when he doesn’t have class the next morning. Which is why I think it’s strange that this morning, a Tuesday, I wake up to find him sleeping peacefully next to me.
“Baz,” I say, rather loudly. I nudge him in the arm, and his skin feels like icicles.
He doesn’t move. If I were anyone else, I would think that he’s dead. Which, I guess, he is. Dead, I mean. Or undead. Or both.
“Baz,” I say again, quieter. “Wake up.” I push him on his shoulder this time. More icicles.
“Hn…” He stirs and groans, but doesn’t open his eyes. “Wha’s it, Simon?”
Baz’s voice in the morning is always deep and raspy, and he calls me Simon instead of Snow. It was like this even when we were at Watford. And I realize that it’s always been something that I liked.
“Don’t you have class, Baz?” I ask, softer than before.
He peeks one eye open, but immediately scrunches it closed it when the sunlight hits him, and he pulls the blanket over his head.
He rolls over to face me and pulls the blanket down just below his eyes.
“I said, I’m skipping.” And then he pulls the blanket right back up again.
I smile. Baz is also very grumpy in the morning, but less like a bridge troll and more like a five-year old child pouting.
“What about your classes?” I try to pull the blanket away from his face, but he holds onto it. “Don’t you have a test today? Won’t you fail?”
He snorts and pulls part of the blanket away from his face, only leaving one eye covered. “I never fail.”
I laugh. “You look like a pirate.”
He smiles briefly, then frowns, and pulls the blanket back over his face again. “I just want to go back to sleep, Snow.”
I roll my eyes and swing my legs off the bed. When I start to get up, I’m startled briefly by Baz’s icy grip around my wrist.
“Where are you going?” His eyes are peeking out from the blanket again.
“You said you wanted to sleep?”
He lets go of my wrist and pats the spot on the bed where I was laying. “Stay.”
I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why?”
He pats the bed again. “Let’s stay in bed for a few more hours.”
I grin. “The Baz Pitch? Wanting to cuddle?”
Baz furrows his eyebrows and hides his face again. “Nevermind,” he says grumpily, pushing his icy hand at my arm. “Go away.”
I laugh and grab his hand. It’s soft, even with his cold skin.
“I’m going to find a snack,” I say. “And then I’ll come back to bed.”
Baz just groans and rolls over.
When I come back from the kitchen, Baz is already asleep again. The curtains are closed, and his head is peeking out from the blanket. And he’s hogging the entire thing.
I crawl across the bed next to him. I try tugging part of the blanket away, but Baz has a death grip.
“Baz.” I touch his arm gently. “Will you let go of the blanket?”
He shifts slightly and mumbles. “…when I get my cuddles, Snow.”
i like funny guys, guys who understand my sense of humour, guys with a cute/unusual laugh, cute smiles, good hair (preferably curly), a kind heart, good style, good taste in music, love for art, good at cuddles, passionate kisser, a guy who smiles in between kisses, mutual love for animals, a guy who smells good, who doesn’t mind listening to me talk shit about random
stuff, someone who takes care of me, a guy that understands how shy i am, feeling appreciated and wanted, a guy who watches you without knowing in pure admiration even when u look like shit, someone who reads, smart guys, guys who value sex for the connection (not the orgasm), guys who make it impossible to be mad, guys who don’t like arguing & do anything to avoid, i like guys who talk about how they feel when something bothers them (no matter how small it is), guys who care to ask how my day went, guys who never let u go to sleep without saying goodnight, i like boys who are complicated & have layers to them, i especially like guys who understand and respect monogamy
Beauty is a symptom of self-love. It’s not something you create. And even if you do create it in a look, it’s fleeting. You need to get to the bottom of what makes you feel powerful, smart, valued, pretty, blah blah blah. It really does come from the inside.
thepigeonqueen asks: I’ve always been described as academically smart during school days (“gifted and talented” was a phrase thrown around), yet have also always been told I have no “street smarts” or common sense by people who know me. I never knew which was the more valuable and thus tended to result with referring to myself as dumb as default. So! Considering your affinity for intelligence, which form of “smarts” do you value more?
I see that Rus likes the Butterbeer from Starbucks :D which I also want to try some day. And it got me thinking. What Hogwarts house do you think UT, US, & UF would be sorted into? Also, what is a PSL? The L is for Latte right?
I think I made a post about this wayyy back when I started this blog, but my writing and opinion of them has changed slightly so I’ll update it.
Ravenclaw. Sure, Classic might be lazy and unmotivated, but he’s a hell of a science student. He excels at math and the physics of magic and does spend his time studying, just unconventionally, like falling asleep to an audio file of the chapter. He absorbs info subconsciously. (Lucky him)
Gryffindor! Papaya was almost sorted into Hufflepuff because of his outstanding loyalty, but he’s also very brave and isn’t afraid to stand up for others. He’s practically fearless and energetic so Gryffindor is the house for him.
Gryffindor! It’s pretty much the same reason as Papaya, but he has a Slytherin streak with his ambition. Ambition to help other people rather than personal gain!
Hufflepuff!! Yeah it’s a bit unconventional, and he does have a Ravenclaw side, but Stretch’s loyalty knows no bound. He loves his friends and would always take their side, even if they’re wrong, but that doesn’t make him a blind follower. Yes, when one of his friends does something wrong, he will side with them, but will also help improve his friends and get them to see why what they did was wrong and teach them how to be better people.
Gryffindor! Red has no ambition or drive to be in Slytherin, he’s smart, but he doesn’t value knowledge so no Ravenclaw, Red in Hufflepuff? Nu uh. But Gryffindor suits him most. He’s not afraid to stand up for himself and knows when to back down from a challenge and when to engage in one.
Fell is the definition (and the stereotypical portrayal) of a slytherin. He’s extremely resourceful and ambitious, and will only partake in activities that will somehow benefit him in the long run.
He’s as Slytherin as it can get and even has a rivalry with Fell. While Black might not be entirely resourceful, he’s EXTREMELY cunning and intelligent, even smart enough to surpass the top Ravenclaws in his class. He’s highly ambitious to make a name for himself and to sit at the top of the hierarchy, and determined to do so.
Rus has pure Hufflepuff blood, and loyal as he is, he is only loyal to his brother. Sure, he’ll side with his friends in arguments, but Black will always take priority. Rus is the peacemaker, and is often called upon to settle disputes with his kindness.
Notes: angst, fluff, smut, violence, torture/conditioning, dubious medical procedures.
A/N: Explanations, history and Stucky smut.
10 years ago, Nevada Hydra Omega testing facility
“How is my beautiful girl doing?”
“Very well, doctor Zola. Project Javen is almost ready”
“Good. Proceed with caution. We don’t have much cells left, this one has to work” Zola’s thick accent fills the observation room. He’s looking at the cilinder tank, filled with a thick green substance, wires connecting to a seemingly invisible target.
It’s an organism. An organism built from a few cells, growing before their eyes.
Y'all this whole Fyre Festival is hilarious because I’d kill to spend a weekend camping out at a beach in the Bahamas like that’s a dream vacation to me. Obviously I wouldn’t pay 12k to do that, but yet again I wouldn’t pay 12k to do ANYTHING like that’s a years rent or a pretty nice used car. But it makes me laugh that someone would be willing to pay that and then some to go camping at a beach. Sure they expected A LOT more and were promised more of an all inclusive luxury beach resort experience, but in the end it was basically the same concept with a lot of needlessly excessive add-ons. It really just goes to show that the value of something is subject to the individual who desires it. Anyway be smart about your money y'all, just cause you have it doesn’t mean you need to spend it.
I don't even know why this popped into my head, but what are your thoughts about Jason as a father? Like if he had a kid with his S/O.. Or if he'd want one? Would he be great? Or would the idea freak him out? Like maybe he'd want to be the best he could.. But have that fear that he'll mess up. Would he act different depending on gender? Sorry for this, I'm just curious to your thoughts on the matter ^^'
OMG omgomg ok I am SO ABOUT JASON AND KIDS like they don’t even have to be his, I just want to see him hold a baby because he’d be super awkward and so nervous because he wants to be so very careful because babies are so fragile and it’s a lot of pressure tbh
Realistically, I can’t see Jason ever wanting kids. I don’t think it’s even a thought in his mind. He doesn’t seem like the type to think “I’m going to settle down and start a family.” It’s just not an appealing situation to him. Even if it did cross his mind, he knows that he isn’t a good role model and wouldn’t want to put his child in danger if something were to ever go wrong with his vigilantism so he would reject the idea.
But for the sake of cuteness – If he ever had a child, it would most-likely be because of an accident (most-likely ineffective birth control, because you can be damn sure that he always remembers to use protection). He had probably discussed the idea with his s/o a few times, but always hypothetically. Just imagining what it would be like to have a child someday, but never seriously considering doing it in the foreseeable future. When he finds out that his s/o is pregnant, he’s terrified. His entire life is coming to a screeching halt and he’s so unprepared. Though he’s not resentful; he wants to make sure that he’ll be the best father that he can be, his lifestyle considered. His fear outweighs his excitement a majority of the time, even after the baby is born, but he is so overwhelmed with love for them.
When his child is a baby/toddler, he’d have so much fun teaching them things and playing with them. He’d make himself a giant jungle gym once they learn to walk/run/climb. He’d lay on the floor with them for hours, building block castles, reading them stories, and letting them jump on top of him and climb all over him. Once they’re older, he’d be a firm believer in teaching them real life lessons, not being too overprotective, but sheltering them just the right amount. He’d shelter them in ways that he wishes he was sheltered growing up, but doesn’t hide a lot from them. He values street smarts and knows that it’s important for his child to know the dangers and corruption of the world, especially when living in a place like Gotham.