sorry about the bad quality .. i'm waiting for a better one to come out

inimitablebiscuit  asked:

Erm Flintwood please if you're still doing 150. * Winning smile *

pairing: marcus flint x oliver wood

setting: modern, non-magical, soulmates-at-first-touch au

word count: 1394


Marcus punches his soulmate in the face the first time they meet.

Wait.

No.  

It’s worse than that.

Marcus punches his soulmate in the face the first time they meet, the flats of his knuckles crunching against the guy’s jaw, hard enough to draw blood and leave a mark and hurt—and then there’s a strange fluttering sensation erupting in the pit of Marcus’s stomach, a comforting, calming warmth suffusing the blood in his veins and the marrow in his bones and it’s exactly like how they’d described it in Health class, the awareness—the connection—slotting into place so seamlessly that he’s astonished he’d never noticed something missing before now.  

“Oh, fuck,” Marcus blurts out. “Oh—fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Marcus’s soulmate—who’s tall and lean and has the prettiest brown eyes, what the shit—is just sprawled out on the dirty arena floor, blinking and blinking and prodding gingerly at the bruise that’s already beginning to blossom—

“No,” the guy says firmly. “This isn’t happening.”

“Fuck you,” Marcus immediately snaps. “I rejected you first.”

The guy snorts, kind of irritatingly sarcastic, before grimacing. His emotions, so far as Marcus can tell, are all over the place; shock and dismay and frustration and—very, very deeply—a flickering, almost unwilling tremor of interest.  

“It wouldn’t work, anyway,” the guy goes on, more loudly. “You have terrible opinions about hockey.”

“Fuck you,” Marcus snaps again. “You’re the one in the shitty jersey.”

“He’s won three Cups.”

“Yeah, and he was a fucking healthy scratch for two of them,” Marcus retorts. “Try again.”

“Hockey is a team sport,” the guy says hotly. “It isn't—it isn’t about individual accomplishments.”

Marcus rolls his eyes. “Sure, whatever,” he drawls, “but your shitty jersey is still shitty.”

The guy’s mouth falls open, and Marcus can feel the sour note of his indignation—the jagged spike of his outrage—as clearly as if it were his own. “Jesus fucking Christ,” the guy sputters, shaking his head like he’s got a nervous tic. “What are you so—what are you so angry about?”

Marcus raises his eyebrows. “Um,” he says slowly, because, really, what the shit, “I’m not angry. I’m confused.”

“No.” The guy frowns. “You’re definitely angry. I feel it, like—” He gestures vaguely to his chest and upper abdomen. “Right there. Like heartburn.”

Marcus’s nostrils flare, and he scratches viciously at the side of his neck to distract himself from the fact that this complete fucking stranger with boy band hair and, and Bambi eyes is apparently better at deciphering Marcus’s emotions than Marcus is.  

“Oh, hell,” the guy sighs, “now you're—embarrassed, don’t be like that, I didn’t mean to—hey, come on, where are you—where are you going? You can’t just—hey! Come back!”

Marcus does not come back.

And the ensuing wave of regret that pulses through Marcus’s sternum is lukewarm and salty and depressingly difficult to pinpoint the origins of.

It’s not his, he thinks stubbornly.

Probably.


Marcus lasts two and a half days before the persistent invisible tugging at his gut becomes too annoying to bear.

He follows it.

He follows it to a bench in Riverside Park that’s near where the gross little fish and chips stand is, and the scent of old frying oil undercut by whatever the fuck is currently decomposing in the Hudson is—less nauseating than it arguably fucking should be, seriously, what the shit.

But—

His soulmate, his soulmate, is sitting with his legs spread obnoxiously wide, wrists crossed and hands dangling in his lap, squinting intently up at the clouds like he’s waiting for them to tell him what to do next. It’s endearing. Maybe. Marcus’s stomach is in knots—a tangled mess of dread and unease and, abruptly, relief.

“Oh,” the guy says, quirking his lips into something that Marcus chooses to generously describe as a smile. The bruise on the guy’s jaw is a lurid, chalky looking violet, partially obscured by the auburn of his stubble. “You found me.”

“Of course I fucking found you,” Marcus says, dropping down next to him. Their knees brush, just for a moment, and it’s like—lightning, bright and fierce and sizzling, coiling around the base of his spine. “There’s been this—this buzzing, in the back of my head—”

“Yeah,” the guy interjects glumly. “I know. I would've—if you hadn’t. I would’ve tried to find you.” He pauses. “I missed you, I guess, which is—weird.”

Marcus scowls down at the sidewalk. There’s a crack in the cement, and it’s dirty, gritty with loose gravel around the edges, splintering off into a dozen hairline fractures before disappearing into the grass. He can feel his own surprise at the guy’s admission, and it’s so—uncomfortable, knowing that there’s nothing he can hide behind. Making himself smaller, holding himself still; they’re not antidotes for anything, not anymore, and this guy—his soulmate—he’s got a rabbit-fast heartbeat and an intimidatingly focused way of feeling things. Marcus wonders how he’s supposed to get used to that.  

“I’m Marcus,” he eventually offers, voice emerging gruffer than he’d have liked. “My name, I mean. It's—Marcus.”

The guy turns, slightly, to look over at Marcus. “Oliver. I’m Oliver.” He hesitates before he goes on, sounding nonplussed, “I still can’t believe you fucking hit me. Over a jersey.”

Marcus huffs. “It’s a really shitty jersey.”

Oliver grins, short and sweet and self-deprecating, before nudging at Marcus’s ribs with the point of his elbow. “I’ve, uh. I’ve been told I’ve got kind of a…bad habit of, of taking things too seriously.” His mouth twists, and the stabbing ache of some long-ago insult, or argument; it lances through the pads of Marcus’s fingers, stinging and sharp. “Obsessive. That’s what—I dunno. That’s what I’ve been told. I can be…obsessive. About—whatever.”

“Obsessive,” Marcus repeats, shaking out his hand. “That’s your—one big fault. Enthusiasm.”

Oliver shrugs, easy and casual, like it doesn’t matter, like Marcus can’t literally feel the crippling uncertainty—the tension, swampy and thick—weighing down his limbs. “Enthusiasm is…too nice of a word for it, I think.”

“Bullshit,” Marcus hears himself say, with absolutely zero fucking direction from his brain, or his conscience, or his admittedly flimsy sense of self-preservation. “Enthusiasm is the perfect fucking word for it.”

Oliver startles, slightly, eyes widening a fraction. There’s a coolly refreshing burst of—happiness, maybe; gratitude, definitely—coating the back of Marcus’s tongue. Citrus. Summer. Chlorine and coconut. It’s fucking nice.

“Oh. Um. Okay,” Oliver says, haltingly. “Thanks.”

A tentative silence descends between them on the bench. Marcus drums his fingers against the inseam of his jeans, jiggling his foot and glaring at a rotting spear of tree bark and swallowing around a metallic-tasting lump in his throat that he instinctively wants to label curiosity.  

“Sorry,” Marcus grunts, slouching forward. “About the—hitting you. I just—sorry. I was angry. I get angry.”

Oliver stares at him, bottom lip clutched between his teeth, and there’s a swirl of something taking root in his lungs, something chewy and rich, like caramel, so that every breath he takes in is like burnt brown sugar crystallizing against the roof of his mouth, but then there’s more, too, a champagne bubble pop of amusement, and—

“It’s alright,” Oliver says wryly. “I heard I was wearing a pretty shitty jersey.”

Marcus snorts, and then groans, and then laughs, almost despite himself, before confessing, as quietly as he can manage—  

“Yeah, I’m…not really sorry, anyway.”


anonymous asked:

I'm newer to the fandom so maybe I just haven't seen it yet, but I haven't really thought of Harry as a big drinker? I thought that was mostly Louis and his friends.

LISTEN you are missing out, my friend. harry is the sloppiest drunk and it’s beautiful but it’s been suppressed lately because they’ve been pushing the louis! lads! clubbing! stuff for a couple months. but harry! gets! so! sloppy!!

(it’s my head canon that he’s an incredible lightweight but what do i know maybe he drinks like a fish)

here’s a roughly chronological (based on hairstyle) post of the sloppiest pop star of all time THIS IS SO LONG BYE

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Every blog always has a what if mc was a kpop star or was a amazing singer...how would the rfa and v and unknown react if mc was tone deaf and sounded like nails on a chalkboard(mostly because I'm the worst singer ever, btw I love your blog :3 )

Okay but that’s literally me too! My singing voice is so awful too so I feel you lol! I’m sorry it took me so long to write this but I hope that you like it!! :D


Yoosung

  • Yoosung was off in his room playing games like usual so you decided to take a shower
  • He won yet another round of LOLOL and took a little break
  • When he took his headphones off, Yoosung heard what sounded like someone screeching to a song from in the bathroom
  • Yoosung shuddered at the horrible noise and assumed that it was a song that you were playing from your phone
  • When you got out of the shower, you walked into the kitchen to find Yoosung making some dinner
  • “Hey MC what was song were you listening to in the shower? And who was the singer, they were awful!” Yoosung asked you
  • You turned your head in embarrassment and awkwardly answered “Uh that was me singing Yoosung.”
  • He immediately feels so bad and runs over to hug you almost crying as he says “I’m so so so sorry MC! You weren’t that bad, really! I’m just a little tired from gaming and I probably didn’t really understand what I was listening to, please forgive me!”
  • You told him that it was alright and that you wouldn’t try to sing as loudly anymore
  • But Yoosung still felt horrible and made your favorite dinner for you and kept reassuring you that you weren’t really that bad of a singer

Zen

  • Zen was practicing his script for a new musical that he was starring in with you - He had a long singing part that he was excited about
  • Zen had the voice of an angel and you loved listening to him practice  
  • Once he finished practicing for his solo song, Zen asked for you to practice a duet song with him
  • He started singing the first part and when it was your turn, you sang your heart out to try and be as good as Zen
  • You finished singing your part and looked at Zen excited to hear what his opinion was on your singing - Zen’s eyes went wide, how could someone as perfect as you have such a terrible singing voice?
  • “So how did I do Zen?” You asked him - He blinked a couple of times and forced a smile saying “Your singing voice is uh good MC.”
  • You smiled brightly and hugged him, telling him how excited you were that Zen approved of your singing voice
  • Zen smiled and hugged you back, there was no way he could tell you how awful your singing voice was
  • “Hey MC, how about I give you some singing lessons to make your voice even better!” Zen told you
  • You happily agreed and Zen sighed in relief
  • Even though your singing voice was atrocious, Zen taught you some basic skills and over time it got slightly better
  • Zen just made sure not to let you sing in public for both your own sake and his

Jaehee

  • You and Jaehee were closing up the cafe for the night after a long day
  • You were cleaning up the cups while Jaehee was sweeping the floor
  • Jaehee was singing in a small voice and your eyes lit up when you heard her
  • You knew the song she was singing so you decided to join in and sing in your best voice
  • Well your best singing voice was simply terrible and Jaehee jumped when she heard you sing - “MC… What in the world was that?” Jaehee asked cautiously
  • You smiled and said “That was me singing silly! You have a great singing voice Jaehee, we should sing together sometime!”
  • Jaehee sighed and decided to state the obvious and say “MC, your singing voice isn’t very good. But mine isn’t either so let’s not sing together.”
  • You frowned a little but agreed saying “Yeah I guess you’re right. We can just listen to Zen sing in one of his musicals instead!”
  • Jaehee smiled in relief and nodded saying that she wholeheartedly agreed with you
  • So for he rest of the night and Jaehee cuddled on the couch and watched Zen’s musicals, neither of you singing along  
  • Jaehee was silently relieved that you took the news about your singing voice so well and decided that she would tell you all about your good qualities instead

Jumin

  • After another long, stressful day of work, Jumin was looking forward to coming home
  • On his way home, he thought about how he wanted to have a nice dinner with you and just cuddle each other for the rest of the night
  • Jumin walked in to the penthouse and the sound of someone’s singing was heard
  • He thought that his ears would bleed from the horrendous singing so Jumin went to find the source
  • Jumin was left almost speechless when he saw that the horrible singing was coming from you
  • You were laying down on the bed singing in your ‘unique’ singing voice to Elizabeth the 3rd
  • “MC, what’s wrong with your voice?” Jumin asked startling you and Elizabeth the 3rd
  • You smiled saying “I’m just singing a little song for Elizabeth the 3rd! We were both waiting for you to come home and got bored.”
  • Jumin gave you a confused look and said “I don’t understand. Your singing voice is appalling but it seems like Elizabeth the 3rd enjoyed it. She doesn’t even like it when I sing to her…”
  • You pouted and said “Hmph, well maybe my singing voice is better than yours Jumin! I bet you’re an awful singer too, sing something for me.”
  • When you heard Jumin sing, everything became right in the world
  • Jumin smiled when he saw your surprised look and pulled you in for a hug
  • From that night on, you had Jumin sing you to sleep every night since his singing voice was perfection
  • But Jumin still thought that even though your voice was awful, he always had you sing for Elizabeth the 3rd since she seemed to like your singing voice better than his for some very strange reason

Seven

  • You and Seven were bored one night and decided to go out for a karaoke night for something new and fun
  • Seven was extremely hyped when the two of you got there and immediately started searching for duet songs for the two of you to sing
  • Once he found the perfect song, Seven dragged you onto the stage to sing
  • It was some cheesy romance song and it was fun until it was time for your part to sing
  • Never in his life did Seven hear someone sing so horribly and the rest of the crowd agreed
  • Some people started booing you and telling you how terrible your singing voice was
  • When Seven saw you on the verge of tears, he grabbed the microphone and started singing in the worst voice that he could come up with
  • Everyone’s attention was now focused on Seven who then told him how awful of a singer he was
  • He had enough of the rude people and took your hand and lead you back to his car
  • “Why did you do that Saeyoung? I mean I know that I’m not a great singer, but I didn’t realize that I was that bad.” You sad sadly to Seven
  • Seven scratched the back of his neck and said “Well no offense, but your singing voice is kind of… bad. But there’s no way I’m letting those people get away with saying those mean things about you. They’re going to be destroyed by the Defender of Justice!”
  • So that night, Seven went through and hacked into all of the obnoxious audience member’s accounts and essentially ruined them for making fun of you
  • When he was finished, Seven told you all kinds of jokes to make you feel better and he said that he could use your terrible singing voice as a weapon against the other RFA members when they wouldn’t listen to him
  • You agreed because who couldn’t say no to this adorable dork?

V

  • You and V were doing some spring cleaning mostly cleaning out his thousands of pictures that he’s taken
  • V was in the other room tidying up and humming to himself in his own little world
  • But he was rudely awakened when he heard some kind of terrible singing
  • He assumed that you were playing some kind of music and went to investigate
  • V’s eyes widened when he heard the awful singing wasn’t coming from some one else, but it was coming from you
  • “Is something wrong V?” You asked as he continued to stare at you
  • “Was that you singing just now MC?” V questioned
  • “Yes it was! Why? Was it really that bad?” You asked nervously
  • V smiled telling you no that your voice was beautiful and he was just surprised was all
  • There was no way this angel could break your heart and tell you that your singing was horrible, no matter how bad it really was
  • So for the rest of the day, you sang in your awful voice to V and he only smiled, telling you how good you were
  • At the end of the day you had finally convinced V to sing a little something for you
  • And when you heard him sing, you told him that you would rather him sing than you since he was clearly much better
  • V had never been so thankful in his life at your request

Unknown

  • Saeran was acting moodier than usual today and that was saying something
  • You felt bad for him since he seemed more sad than anything else so you thought of some ways to cheer Saeran up
  • You grabbed him some ice cream and sat down on the couch with him handing him a spoon
  • Saeran started to feel a little bit better so when he was done, you made him lay down on the bed to cuddle with him
  • You laid behind Saeran, stroking his hair and he seemed to be calming down
  • That was until you thought it would be a good idea to sing a little song to help him fall asleep
  • Saeran sat straight up when he heard your terrible singing and gave you a strange look
  • “MC, what the hell was that?”
  • “I was just trying to sing you a little song to help you fall asleep since you seem kind of upset… I’m sorry if I did something to upset you.” You said sadly to Saeran
  • He sighed and said “Well yeah your singing voice sucks. It’s worse than Saeyoung’s laugh.”
  • You were about to get up and leave him alone but Saeran grabbed your arm and pulled you back onto the bed
  • “Your singing voice may be awful but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be with you. Sorry if I hurt your feelings and thanks for trying to make me feel better.” Saeran mumbled
  • You had always made Saeran feel better because of your kind heart but Saeran made a mental note not to ask you to sing for him ever again
  • Unless it was to make Seven go crazy

petesass  asked:

hi there friendo i heard u were accepting requests for mm headcanons and i being the gay shit i am, i'm here to do a request. trans boi mc accidentally breaks his binder/stp and gets upsetti spaghetti but RFA + saran wrap get them a new one/comfort them!! soz this is weird i'm just a trans boy that needs someone w good writing skills to make my dreams of a trans boy come true tbh ok adios bye ademain oh yikes this was long

I’m sorry this took so long to post. I wanted to make your dreams come true so I pushed myself to finish this.

NOTE: I had done some research on the matter, and I was informed about the bandage thing. Wrapping bandages is NOT a permanent solution for binding if you’re going to and or thinking of doing it. I wrote it in the sense as a temporary solution for the problem but it is BAD to do on the regular. Like it just can fuck you up. Probably best to avoid using it as an option for binding. I just want people to be safe ^^. And thank you whoever brought it to my attention.


Yoosung

  • based on your texts, you weren’t having such a fantastic day
  • when you came home, he could tell you were tired and stressed
  • you said you were just going to go lay down for an hour so he just let you be
  • a while later he heard you shouting profanities in the other room
  • when he went to go check up on you, you were sitting on the bed with your head hung low and your fingers in your hair
  • looking at the ground, he noticed your broken binder
  • more like you’re only binder
    • never knew how much they cost and kind of understood having just one???
  • while you’re stewing in your own anger and sadness, you feel someone tap your shoulder
  • when you look up, this nugget brought a roll of bandages for you
  • “Let me help you wrap up. Is that okay?”
  • HELL YEAH IT’S OKAY
  • you have to help him a bit because his hands get tangled
    • those butterfingers
  • texts or calls throughout the day to make sure you’re doing okay
    • not just because you were upset but for the wrap
    • wants to make sure it’s still in good condition
  • wants to understand the process so he sits with you as you’re shopping for a new one
    • yeah wow they’re pretty damn expensive
    • but would rather you have more than one so you’re not in a BIND later wINK WONK 

Jaehee

  • it was just a normal morning for you
  • but the one thing you’ve been dreading happened
  • a few months ago you realized how shitty you’re binder has got over the year
  • you told yourself you would get a replacement but since your current one still did its job, you put it on the back burner
  • and then eventually forgot about it
  • which brings you back to now
  • as you were putting it on it just snapped 
  • you didn’t think it would have a great affect on you
  • but the anxiety started to settle in 
  • you couldn’t stand to look at yourself in the mirror
  • Jaehee realizes you’ve been in the bathroom for a while and asked if you were alright
  • “Yeah it’s just…let me come out?”
  • when you leave the bathroom, she sees the broken binder and your long face
  • this was the first time she was in this situation and wasn’t sure EXACTLY what to do
  • she just takes the binder and gives you a nice long hug
  • when you say you don’t want to leave the apartment, she doesn’t object
    • you seemed kind of shaken by this so she wanted to make sure you were comfortable
  • when she gets home she shows you the binders she ordered for you because she’s a perfect gelato

Zen

  • you were at school/work for a few hours when you started to get pain in your torso
  • it was beginning to become really painful so you snuck off into the bathroom to remove your binder for a bit before you had to head back
  • but as you were putting it back on, it snapped 
  • and with that, you snapped
  • after panicking for five minutes, you decide to call Zen
  • “Hey babe. You usually don’t call me around this time. Lucky for you I’m on break, how are you?”
  • before you even spoke, he could tell something was wrong
    • your heavy breathing could be heard from across the room for goodness sake
  • the moment you asked to come over and bring your spare binder, he darted right out of rehearsal
  • it gave you enough time to continue your panic attack before you heard someone come through the bathroom
  • thankfully it was Zen
  • you opened the stall with your hand out and as he was handing you the other binder, he asked if you were alright
  • you didn’t feel like you wanted to say anything so you closed the door once the binder was in your hands
  • Zen didn’t leave, he just waited for you to come out and once you did
  • he wiped any remaining tears away with his handkerchief
  • cleaned your face with some water then held you closely
  • doesn’t want to see his precious MC so upset! just wants you to feel better ^^

Jumin

  • with this donut’s love to pamper you
  • among your matching tailored suits, you have some pretty good quality binders in your drawers
  • and you had to admit, they were good quality binders
  • but you would take those words back very soon
  • you were feeling kind of nauseous at work/school so you went to go take it off for a few minutes but it snapped as you were taking it off
  • now you were freaking out because you would have to walk out of the bathroom without one and the EYES TO JUDGE WOULD BE UPON YOU
  • after ralphing for a hot minute you get a call from Jumin
    • donut has really good sense of timing
  • you felt up to talking so you picked up the phone
  • “Hey Jumin, how’s Hong Kong?”
  • “Is everything alright?”
  • super Jumin was able to tell something was up with you
    • even could tell you just vomited?
  • you told him what was wrong
    • he starts writing down shit because he was going to sue the fucking company that made your binder
    • no matter how you insist not to, you know he’s going to do it anyways
  • calls Jaehee to go get you one of your other binders and bring it to you
  • while you’re waiting, he keeps you on the phone to calm you down
  • has you do some breathing exercises and gives you positive affirmations
  • once you were calm you talk about his trip for a bit until you hear Jaehee’s voice

707

  • you worked really hard on the RFA party on the vineyard tomorrow
  • and you laid out your outfit for the occasion
    • figured you could just wear your only binder no big deal
  • then as you were getting ready for bed, Seven is lying in bed while on his phone when he hears a snap from the bathroom
  • “MC?”
  • when you don’t respond, he gets out of bed to check up on you
  • he sees you sitting on the bathroom tiles with your broken binder in your hands
  • “The RFA party is tomorrow…”
  • oh god
  • “And this is my only binder…”
  • insert mini freak out
  • before you could escalate, he sits down with you and keeps an arm around your shoulder
  • calms you down with those kind words of his
  • jellybean doesn’t want you uber stressed out or get worried over spilled milk
  • brings you to bed and makes sure you fall asleep first before he did
  • when the big day comes around, he get a bunch of bandages to wrap you up
    • kind of gets carried away when he helps wraps you
    • “WE CAN WRAP EACH OTHER UP LIKE MUMMIES LATER. RIGHT NOW I HAVE A PARTY TO FUCKING RUN”
  • during the party comes around to you when you were free to make sure you’re doing ok

Unknown

  • Saeran was just chilling on his bed while listening to some tunes
  • not a care in the world
  • he could have sworn he had heard something earlier but didn’t pay too much mind to it
  • when he heard something again, he took out one of his earbuds
  • turns out you were calling for him this entire time
  • didn’t even know you were here O_O
    • you were soaking wet from the rain and you wanted to be somewhere dry and warm
    • which is why you decided to stop by your boo’s place for some clothes
  • jumps out of bed and rushes to you in the bathroom to find your broken binder on the floor
  • oh shit
  • you weren’t looking too good either
  • pulls you out of the bathroom and to his room
  • gives you some of his clothes 
    • gumdrop gives you privacy as you’re changing
  • when you’re fully clothed, he has you lay down next to him while listening to some music
  • doesn’t really say anything but you felt a lot better having him there to get your mind off of it
  • it was okay since you were wearing mostly all day, it was nice to let your body breathe for a bit 

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm sorry to bother you, but I saw you reblogged a post about the general election and I was wondering why you thought May funding more grammar schools was a bad thing? I've heard a lot from both sides of the argument, but i don't have much experience with the state sector (I've spent my life at private schools) and I just wanted to ask your opinion. Thanks!

Hi anon! You’re no bother at all, don’t be afraid to ask questions.

I mean really it’s quite a complex topic, cos you gotta look at every aspect of British secondary education and class divides, but here goes…

So I didn’t go to public school for most of my life either. I was educated until I was 16 and finished my GCSEs at a small, independent faith school. The fees weren’t expensive, they were based on income, and I didn’t get a fantastic education, nor was anything about that school to be described as “posh” or “rich”. But it was a private school nonetheless.

There were lots of things that were terrible about this school, but on the whole I’m incredibly grateful for my education. I was educated in a very relaxed environment, in classes no larger than 15 at most (usually around 5-10 students), by teachers who knew me personally and honestly, actually cared about my well being.

I know for a fact I would not be able to say the same thing had gone to a comp school. Not least because, no matter how lucky I got with regards to having caring teachers, or stellar teaching, the law simply wouldn’t allow for most of the things I loved about my education. State school class sizes regularly push 30, sometimes even 35. Because of large numbers, state school classes are split up into sets, with the brightest, highest achieving kids in set 1, and the lowest achieving in set 3 (some schools have set 4 I think? depending on how many kids they have, but I’m not 100% sure. It doesn’t really matter either way…). It can get pretty demoralizing for kids who don’t respond well to the ‘one-size-fits-all’ approach the system provides.

A brief history of grammar schools goes something like this:

They’ve existed since the 1600s, but they really became what they are today during the 1940s when education beyond the age of 14 became free. There were two types of schools for secondary education (age 11-16/High School) which consisted of grammar schools and secondary modern schools.

Grammar schools focused on academic subjects, with the intention that pupils would go on to University, whereas secondary modern schools focused on getting children prepared for the workforce in trade. Here, the 11+ was introduced. The 11+ is an exam sat by pupils when they’re 11 years old, which determines if they’re intelligent enough to be educated at a grammar school.

In the 60s, the Labour Party was adamant that this system just furthered class divisions, so began phasing out grammar schools, and introducing Comprehensive Schools, which educate everyone at secondary school age. Aaand voila! That’s pretty much the education system we have for secondary school now. Everybody has a local comp. …but they’re usually pretty undesirable places.

So… grammar schools, class, and the 11+

As well as being privately educated, I also happen to have grown up one street away from one of only a handful remaining grammar schools in the UK, where my brother went to sixth-form (16-18yrs education, which at the time wasn’t compulsory), so I was blissfully unaware until a few years ago that they’re almost extinct in the UK.

And I mean I joked about it a lot as a teen, but the class difference has always been painstakingly obvious. Between the hours of 8-9am and 3-4pm our street would always fill up with really nice, expensive cars, because parents would park in our street to go pick up their kids from school. You could always tell which cars belonged to residents, and which belonged to parents, because nobody who lives on our street could afford a BMW. More to the point, nobody who could afford a BMW would live on our street!

And you only have to look next-door to see how class plays a part in making it into a grammar school. Right next to the grammar school is a prep school. A primary school literally designed to prepare children for entry into the grammar school. Who do you think gets accepted into that primary school? I can tell you it ain’t working class kids!

So the children who end up going to grammar schools are by no means more intelligent than those who go to comp. They’re just privileged enough to have had a very good (often private) education that helps them to pass the 11+. What usually happens is that parents pay private tutors to come prepare their kid for the exam from an early age, so that they’re far more likely to pass than a kid who’s come from comp education without tutoring, despite not necessarily being any more intelligent.

So in conclusion…?

Essentially, grammar schools are a remnant of an old education system that in theory separated the higher and lower achieving students, but in practice all it really does is allow children from more privileged background access to even more privilege through a better education.

I mean essentially what it boils down to with education, is that same thing that everything comes down to under capitalism:

Whatever the state provides - hell, whatever anyone provides - if you pay lots of money, you can get a better version.

Bought an event ticket? If you pay lots more money, you can skip all of the queues, get front row seats, and spend quality time with the celebs. Need a medical procedure? If you pay lots more money, you can skip all the waiting lists and go to private hospital to get it done immediately, by people who have the time to actually deliver quality patient care. Want an education? If you pay lots more money, you can get one-on-one quality tutoring or teaching from the most highly educated people around, and guarantee that you’ll get into University.

Rich people always get better things, and everybody else is always left with the “standard” which in the case of state-funded things are underfunded, understaffed, underqualified or sub-par. Rich people get better; not because they’re more deserving, or more intelligent, or more qualified. They’ve just been able to pay for more access to better resources that enable them to climb higher.

Political party stances

So currently there is a ban on grammar schools, meaning that no more grammar schools can be opened or set up. What Theresa May wants to do is repeal that ban, and fund 70,000 new places in 140 new schools with £320million, and she’s stipulated that those schools will be free to be selective. ie. they’ll be publicly funding the opening of new grammar schools.

Personally, I don’t care for grammar schools, for all of the reasons listed above. However, I’m not going to be campaigning for their imminent closure anytime soon. They’re a symptom of a system of elitism under capitalism that I don’t support, and honestly I’ve got bigger concerns about education, and about capitalism and elitism on my mind, to be honest.

However, I am adamantly opposed to May’s proposal, which would use public money to fund the set up of yet more grammar schools.

We know the system doesn’t work. All of the evidence points to the fact that they don’t do much for working class kids. They continue to serve an elitist system whereby people with more money get better education.

More money > better education > top university > better paying jobs > more money.

The government should be funding comprehensive schools better, so that the education which everyone has access to is a better quality education. That’s not going to happen unless teachers are paid better, the education and training of teachers is funded better, the class sizes are smaller, and the system shifts to make room for children who don’t fit this ridiculous ‘one size fits all’ approach we currently have.

Furthermore, I can’t say that I trust the education system to the Tory party’s hands at all (although admittedly there isn’t really anything I can think of to be honest that I would trust them with!). Their track record with education is honestly appalling - just look at the absolute joke that was Michael Gove as Education Secretary, and then Nicky Morgan. Neither of them have ever had any experience in education aside from being a child in school, and neither of them have ever listened to what teachers have had to say about the effects of legislation. They’re slashing funding for the arts, placing priority on STEM subjects over everything else, increasing the stress on teachers through horrendous amounts of paperwork required, increasing the class sizes, and increasing the number of tests that children take, even at primary age and foundation phase.

Schools in impoverished areas always receive less funding, thus are unable to provide a better quality education due simply to a lack of resources. And thanks to our ridiculous league table system, all of the emphasis in schools is put on churning out as many GCSEs grade C and above as is humanly possible, rather than actually providing a holistic and quality education. So schools are often forced into demoralizing cycles where they don’t produce enough A*-C GCSE results, receive less funding, have less means to provide a good education, get less A*-C redults etc. etc.

Funding more grammar schools isn’t going to change that. It’s only going to widen the gap between working class kids and middle and upper class kids, who have parents with enough money to afford better opportunities for them.

TLDR;

Grammar schools in theory help kids from low-income backgrounds get better educations, but in practice they really don’t. Public funding should focus on making state education better, through more funding and better legislation, rather than pumping money into an elitist system that only serves to continue the trend of rich kids being high achievers, and poor kids being low achievers, because they’re not given the same opportunities. The Tories also have terrible policy on education generally, but this is a new low.

Analysis of Kidge
  • When i watched VLD for the first time i was simply amazed by quality. The fact that Dream Works did such a great job on this reboot made my heart skip a beat.
  • All the characters have very nice designs and I.Love.It. Must say i like how they change Pidge into a girl - she is my favourite character(so far) and the possibilities for ships in this show are incredibly. Problematic. For me.
  • Or at least were.
  • When it comes to shipping, i'm usually waiting until the last episode to judge, if those characters could work for me as ship or otp. I love to turn on my analytical thinking on. (that's just how i roll lol) You know - "interaction quality". At first i (what's suprising) din't focus on Klance, the most popular and loved ship or any other ship in particular. My attention drew Pidge x Shiro.(i know, don't get triggered now ok? let me explain)
  • They were just adorable leader - haker team, linked by the situation with Matt and their father. I need to say this, i did ship them romanticaly... But, i found out that she is a litlle younger than him and then Shiro just dissapeared in the last episode of season 2. Poof. Heartbroken lol jk.
  • So my hart was a little confused but i moved on quickly.
  • I decided to rewatch Voltron, just for fun, look for things i did not notice before or just animation errors. Or ANALYSING PLOTS DIRECTION.
  • Guess what happend. Ironically i found fanart of the last couple i could think of. Kidge/Peith.
  • My first reaction was really stupid and bad like :
  • "what is this, who made this, why them together, i don't understand this at all, they don't have much screen time together, did i missed something, must check it out myself and judge"
  • I was really suprised. Like, i don't know why actually.
  • Turns out i was not paing enough analytic attention.
  • It really bothered me so i ended up rewatching voltron just to UNDERSTAND why some people ships Kidge. Seriously.
  • (At that point i was shipping everything BUT KIDGE)
  • And it was good choice to check it out.
  • I was analysing literally EVERY little thing. Like some frikin' conspiracy theory fanatic. And i put my shippers google on.
  • Thats the irony of this situation. Because i find more quality in Kidge than i was expecting. It's true, for some reason they really don't have much time-bonding on screen and i hope it will change in season 3. I don't understand why.
  • If we take a look at things from 80s - they were like ... Best Friends forever.
  • BUT let's go back to VLD. When Keith and Katie do have time on screen together. Ooh. Dude. It's... Really something interesting to watch and think of.
  • Not just because it's suppouse to be cute or whatever, but to understand deepness of the whole show and characters.
  • Both, Pidge/Katie and Keith had someone close to them who was tooked by Zarcons force - Katies brother and father, Keiths dear friend Shirogane Takashi, who (acording to scene where Keith is talking to Shiros hologram) was like brother to him.
  • (brother-zone, thanks Keith for breaking my dreams of Sheith. Still gona ship platonicaly though.)
  • Katie joined the academy, Keith dropped out. Both were devoted and driven by need to search for the answers.
  • Both are inteligent, stubborn and could be daring.
  • Both are not really good when it comes to socialise with people, althoug Pidge is slightly better at this than Keith, who usually plays the role of the lone wolf of Voltron. (not really, he is emo cinnamon roll)
  • Both become voltron arms, side by side working as Sword and Shield of Voltron.
  • It's not just comparisson. They are different in some aspects which brings great balance between them as a duo.
  • Keith is the intuition and feelings, Kaite intelect and logic of Voltron.
  • Just like human left and right side of brain, lions of Voltron working together making it whole.
  • They interactions are not like the rest of palladins, and im not biasing right now to prove my point. There is much more to it than that.
  • It's just pure neutral analysis. When Keith and Lance were showing sings on certain mission it was problematic at first for them to understand each other.
  • While the Keith and Pidge needed only ONE nod to know what is the other one thinking, able to cooperate in case to attack the intruder.
  • That's exacly what makes me interested in this ship.
  • Not sweetness of them. Not becuse it look good/bad. Not the single moments, fanarts, fanfics,of them. But the wonderful pleasure and possibility of analising it just for fun and thinking about the future episodes.
  • Disclaimer :
  • 1. a)they are not my only otp/brotp/ or whatever. I'm a multishipper, and i respect all of the opinions.
  • If you don't like it. I understand and not gonna hate you becuse of that.
  • b) Simply becuse i like all of the characters. Yes, even Galra race needs some love.
  • 2. English it's not my first language, so sorry for every grammar mistake i did in text. Hopefully it's not that bad.
  • 3. I like to draw fanarts of different ships in Voltron, so if you have a problem with that, i'm sorry but it's not gonna change. After all we are all part of the one big fandom. Just like Voltron. We should at least respect each others oppinions.

anonymous asked:

I feel bad that I can only afford knockoff fidget cubes-I'd love to support the actual, but I don't have that kind of money or time. Anyway I don't know which knockoff is reliable/which one to get because I don't want it to like wear down after just a couple of uses if that makes sense. Sorry for bothering I'm an idiot. /.\

Anon, you’re not bothering or an idiot. This is a really good, important question, and this is at the heart of why I say things like “it’s cool to support the creator if you can but I will never judge if you cannot”. Never. Nor will I judge if you buy Spinmaster’s Kinetic Sand or cheap, cool toys from Dollar General. Stim toys, for us, aren’t optional extras, but the thing about disability is that we’re often in situations of having less money and/or less access to the very tools that help us in a world not made for us. Sometimes we are in situations where we cannot live the philosophies we wish, and I am very much against the idea of going without something that helps us function better because we lack the access, money or both to get the better item.

(And, in all honesty, having to wait six months for an expensive toy to arrive - keeping in mind that for this community the fidget cube is not an optional extra but a disability aid - is somewhere past ridiculous and heading toward inexcusable. If it’s an item you only want, it’s not so terrible, but if it’s an item you need, like we need stim toys, it’s a problem. If I’m seriously recommending that folks who can should support the designer but buy a cheap cube for in the meantime, there is a problem!)

So, no judgement. We can talk about the ideals of supporting creators and the reality of the situation in which we live at the same time. And if this blog doesn’t discuss the knock-off options, this blog doesn’t fully support the community.

But, anon, I’m in the same boat. I’m planning to order a couple of different ebay knock-offs so that @ambiguouspieces and I can write a comparative review when hers arrives. But I don’t actually know how well made they are, and there’s so many different cheap options. But if we can’t afford to buy the real thing, we also can’t afford to spend $5 on a cube that only lasts one week. We need a middle ground. Something more affordable but reasonably well made.

(This post contains purchasing information for the Antsy Labs cube, for those who are more comfortable purchasing this one.)

If you’re Australian, Sensory Oasis for Kids sells a knock-off fidget cube for $12.95 AUD plus $9.95 AUD flat rate shipping. This is expensive, but it’s much cheaper than the $40-something AUD required to get an Antsy Labs cube here to Australia, and I can confirm both that it felt good in the hands (albeit just with many ways to click things, in my opinion), was nicely made and didn’t squeak. The sellers stock them because it’s a quality item (we discussed their spinners versus the many dollar shop spinners now available) and do take returns if needed. If you live in Melbourne and can travel there, it’s even cheaper.

I’ll also link to the recent Pat Catan’s post ($5 USD, no online listing, sadly).

Other than a few ebay links that we mods have pulled up from various places, I don’t have cubes from a specific seller or listing that have come with a recommendation of being reasonably functional. I can find very cheap listings - here’s one for $1 AUD with free shipping from China. (Note that the listing uses Antsy Labs’ stolen promotional graphics, too.)

So. I’m going to open this one up to the community. Have you bought a knock-off cube? Are you reasonably happy with the cube for the price you paid? If so, could you do us the incredible favour of commenting on this post with the link to the store or listing where you bought this cube?

Hopefully together we can help our anon out and build a resource of options that are affordable but are of reasonable quality, as buying these from ebay and other cheap sellers is a matter of pot luck!

Otherwise, anon, I’ll buy a couple of ebay cubes next week and give you updates on the user experience when they arrive. But I hope someone else can help you out long before that!

- Mod K.A.

@aestistic says,

I own a ebay knockoff cube, really love it. I don’t use it much atm since I sorta tend to cycle through stims? But it feels right, hasn’t broken either which is surprising - I bought it during year 12 last year and at one point it was coming to school with me /every day/ and getting fairly heavy use. Some of the parts are probably looser than the original would be, but personally I like that :P

Good to know that some of them are that kind of durable! (And I absolutely cycle through stims; I expect most of us do.) Thank you so much!

@syellowtails says,

I purchased mine off of Banggood.com. I have 3 (2 regular size, one mini with a wrist strap). I love, love, love them! I should have a full write up on my sideblog soon.

There’s several listings (including an imitation Prism for holding the cube) here for those who wish to check it out, with various prices and additional lanyard attachments. (They’re called “whiny cube” for some reason, which made me giggle.) We’ll look forward to your review, but thank you for the recommendation! I might get one of those and an ebay one for our review post…

HaruEru day is not over, yet!

And I still don’t have scanner! /kicked Next doujin! Once again, sorry for bad quality. I love my phone couchbrickedcough

Don’t repost this anywhere! And make sure to rated the artist work!

Title : Gunji keiyaku no rikou to shounen shouko no junjou (An act of military pact and the boy’s pure heart)

Author : あずまず (http://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?id=2000955)

Warning : R18! Well, you can see that from the cover…, i’m not going to translate the ‘voice’ when doing that, sorry

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this-book-has-been-loved  asked:

In regards to "Dreamcatchers and Demon Sheep": does Lionel Sterling still have the Biography of Dipper Pines? And if so, does Dipper know? Again, if so, what was his reaction?

“Dad, what is this?”

Lionel Sterling lowered his newspaper to see his son, holding up a dusty, tattered book with a brown cover. The faded title ‘Dipper Pines: Portrait of an Adventurer’ was barely visible through the thick layer of dust and cobwebs on the cover. “I still have that? Where on earth did you find it?”

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Anonymous asked juanjoltaire:

I’m so upset with you like I wish I had your art skills lasdfjlaskdfj *sits in the corner and cries because your art is beautiful* *also cries because my art is shit compared to yours*

First of all, thank you, but stop right there anon! Don’t be sad! Don’t be upset! I need you to know something important. And that is that no matter how skilled you are, there will always be someone you look up to who you wish you could be. That never goes away; there are so many people I wish I could be as good as right now. There will always be some people or many people who you wish you could paint like or draw like, and that’s completely normal. That’s a good thing, like a desire for learning. Don’t think of it as a sad thing, don’t tell yourself you could never be the artist you want to be. Because art is like learning a language, and the more you practice, the more you do it, the better you get and the more natural it feels. If you give up, and trust me, remember I mentioned there was a time that I stopped doing art for a few years, you start to degrade, you start to lose what you had built up, and it’s very frustrating to try to get back again. So promise me you will never stop!

Everyday I’m still striving to be better, there are so many things I want and need to improve upon before I’ll be secure and comfortable in what I make and do. And I am very grateful for the people here who send me positivity  and tell me that what I do makes them happy and inspires them, that’s wonderful. But I never want anyone to be sad because they feel like they can’t do it too. I am firmly of the belief that anyone can be good at art if they work at it, and it is a lot of hard work, I know. But if you really want it, it will come.

I also need you to know that I don’t draw successfully every time I sit down to draw. I have to work at it sometimes, many times, to get the drawing I want. Here’s an example, and I’m embarrassed to post this but it’s important I think to show you that I make drawings I’m not proud of either. On the left here we have the first attempt, the right of course is the final that turned out how I wanted it.

See here? I drew these on the same day, which is odd because there’s a large jump in quality. But sometimes I don’t know what I want, and I have to figure out what doesn’t work first before I can move on to what does. If a drawing is kicking your ass, don’t let it kick your ass, just turn the page and start again, which is what I did here. And of course, there’s the very real adage that we all have 10,000 bad drawings inside of us, and the sooner we get rid of them the better. And once those 10,000 are gone you’ll be an art master. Trust me, I still have many, many bad drawings to go. I’m sure I’ll be 50 years old or so by the time that happens for me, but it’s a positive way to think about unsuccessful art. When you draw something you’re not happy with, don’t worry, it’s just you getting one of the bad ones out of your system. So keep going, keep drawing, don’t be sad, and don’t ever stop. If you keep at it, you can only go up from here, I promise.

anonymous asked:

Since you seem to know better that ne, Can I ask? Ladybug was going to be more 'adult' originally? Because while I like it so far, for been just a huge project, I honestly expected something more 'original' and 'complex'. I know I shouldn’t judge the show when it’s just begun, but... I just wondered it.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, that’s a little bit of a grey area with the massive amount of production work but overall the answer is yeah

it wasn’t ‘going to be’ more adult as in all the ideas for the show were already finalised and then had to be changed, but the earlier ideas did end up altered because it was very tough to get networks interested in teen/adult cartoons, but there was (and still is) a very big market for children’s shows. after years trying to make it work, the only real way to get ladybug backed by other companies at all was to overhaul it into a cutesy kids show rather than something darker.

it’s hard to say what the universe shown in the 2D PV would have turned out as since all we have is a little music video pitch, so it might not have been much more complex, darker or better-handled than the resulting CGI show, but it certainly looked like it was going to be! felix in particular looked incredibly unique and interesting - marinette has always been a very straightforward character, but oh my god felix, the total opposite of every ‘heroic male lead’ character; a really unlikable, antisocial guy who was forced into playing romeo by a curse. it was so interesting to have the typical hearts-and-glitter sailor moon heroine next to a dark, multifaceted madoka magica hero; exploring the good and bad sides of being ‘chosen’ to become a superhero.

i also haven’t seen any indication yet that chat noir’s bad luck really… does anything. there was lots of talk before of how it would trip him up at every turn and (best of all) interfere with ladybug’s powers, and vice versa; but in the CGI show their powers seem to be much more literal and physical. chat noir does get smacked about a lot and he has messed up ladybug’s actions a few times, but that’s mostly based on the environment they’re in and the villain they’re fighting rather than just dumb luck. it looks more like ‘good luck’ and ‘bad luck’ are just the names they picked to describe healing and destructive powers respectively, whereas in the 2D PV it seemed more like they’d be imbued with an aura of luck and do all their fighting as hand-to-hand combat, leading to far more interesting ways of using their surroundings instead of relying on weapons and power moves…

i mean, don’t get me wrong, the new show is still really good and i love it a lot! it’s just good for little kids, primarily, and so far it’s really avoiding going into any real depth with meaning, plotline or even backstory. they did say they specifically made it in a very standalone, episodic format because networks like to be able to air episodes randomly without needing to worry about chronology, but a show like ladybug needs chronology! it’s a brand new universe which needs establishing! superhero shows have started en media res before, but it’s not like batman or spider-man where everyone already knows the heroes’ backstories and origins - in order to get any more invested into ladybug’s overall plot we need to know what’s going on and why, preferably before the show reaches a close!

i think a lot of people are worried to talk about stuff like this because it could come across as trying to hold a kids show to adult standards, but the big problem for this fandom is that we thought we were being given something more for our age range! we don’t really have the right to complain about how the CGI show does things since it is for children and we have to recognise that, but i think we are allowed to be disappointed that the end result was not the ‘Miraculous Ladybug’ concept a lot of us fell in love with at the start. 

i totally understand why it ended up being marketed to kids because they’re where the money is (and, again, it’s all about getting the networks to take interest so sometimes shows do have to sell out a bit to get attention), but it does feel a little bit unfair that the production team was always so conscious of the fanbase and yet it ends up targeted to an audience who had no idea it existed. i’m so glad kids love it, but they didn’t even know it was coming when lots of older fans had been waiting years! 

for me, though, i think the biggest cop-out is the way they’re showing paris - which was something i was looking forward to a lot with how excitedly the team described their intentions to show it, like its own character, as realistically and thoroughly-explored as possible with no typical ‘tourist-postcard’ scenes! the cgi is fantastic on the characters but not high-quality enough for the scenery; everything is very flat and static and clean. i’ve been to paris several times and what i loved about the 2D PV so much was how well it captured paris; there was really the sense of being there which didn’t rely on slapping the eiffel tower directly behind the kids’ school and shoving notre dame just over the road! i really dislike the kids sticking to such limited areas, too; they have all of paris to explore as ladybug and chat noir, and yet they only work in one tiny little fictional square of it! where’s this vast, vibrant, living and breathing cityscape we were promised so eagerly?

again, i understand why this is with the financial/time limitations of how many locations they can map for one show, but there’s not even any plot detail given to explain it! hawk moth apparently has no clue who the kids are and i cannot believe in all of paris a bunch of rich kids in a private school have the most poignant, corruptible emotions; so there’s literally no in-series reason the heroes shouldn’t be exploring more than their own little home square. i mean, come on, creative limits are completely understandable, but you should at least shoehorn in a way to explain them in the context of the show!

i talked way too much but i think this is all stuff i’ve been wanting to get out for a while, haha! please don’t take this wrong and think i don’t like the new show though, i really do love ladybug still and i’m only venting about the comparisons to the old media which really bug me (get it, get it, do you get it)