these are children's shorts

Can anyone please tell me something motivational or give me some advice regarding the following problem: when I try to read children’s books and super short texts in Arabic I often still have to look up every word or almost every word and it makes me feel bad because it feels like I’m cheating. You know? Because I’m studying Arabic and yet when I try to read smth I understand the same amount of words I would understand if I read a text in Polish or any other language I’m not studying - which is zero. So when I have to look up every word it makes me feel like I’m cheating because I could do that with every other language too and end up understanding the text…. it’s very frustrating, especially because I’m not used to having this problem since I’ve only studied Romance and Germanic languages so far so I’ve always understood at least the gist even if the text was in a language I don’t know.

If a society puts half its children into short skirts and warns them not to move in ways that reveal their panties, while putting the other half into jeans and overalls and encouraging them to climb trees, play ball, and participate in other vigorous outdoor games; if later, during adolescence, the children who have been wearing trousers are urged to “eat like growing boys,” while the children in skirts are warned to watch their weight and not get fat; if the half in jeans runs around in
sneakers or boots, while the half in skirts totters about on spike heels, then these two groups of people will be biologically as well as socially different. Their muscles will be different, as will their reflexes, posture, arms, legs and feet, hand-eye coordination, and so on. (…) 


There is no way to sort the biological and social components that produce these differences. We cannot sort nature from nurture when we confront group differences in societies in which people from different races, classes, and sexes do not have equal access to resources and power, and therefore live in different environments.

—  Ruth Hubbard, The Political Nature of “Human Nature”
Break Down

So here is a langsty idea: Lance finally breaking down but at something small 


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Lance sits, cross-legged opposite of Blue. He was holding a paintbrush dipped in polish to her claws.

He diy’ed some polish and made it to be highly resistant to damage. Swords? Lasers? Bullets? Not a crack in sight. It was tougher than nails.

“If only it could help with my self esteem right, Blue?” She raises a mental eyebrow, unimpressed by the joke. He chuckles.

“A few more strokes…”

“…and…we are… done.

Lance leans back grinning as he admires his work. Nicely done. Sky blue was definitely her colour. Blue thrums in agreement.

Lance had waltzed into her hangar a few hours ago declaring that it was spa day. He had spent it repairing, cleaning, and buffing out the dents in Blue.

This wasn’t a rare occurrence. They would usually do this every once a week or after a mission that leaves her badly wrecked.

He does it with joy. He does it remembering the days on Earth cleaning the heck out of his house with his family.

But today he was doing it as a distraction.

Blue knows.

“You are sad.”

A loud metal clang echoes throughout the room. Lance winces.

He was so caught off guard by the blunt statement that he dropped the metal lid used cover the container full of paint.

The floor was blue.

Why can’t you do anything right?’

“Fuck,” He cursed under his breath. Everything building up from the past week spilled over at the minor inconvenience.

`Seventh Wheel.’

Fuck,” A tear threatened to fall, prickling at the corner of his eye. This wasn’t suppose to be a big deal. This wasn’t suppose to set him off. The lid rolled away from his grasp as he tried to pick it up.

‘You should be more like Keith.”

FUCK,” He gave up chasing the lid, choosing to slam his leg into the metal can and it flew into the air and across the room.

He could almost catch a glimpse of the bright sky back on Earth. It fell back down, wet against his face like rain.

The paint stung.

“Fuck.”

Every breathy gasp held frustration. He repeats the word over and over until the it was strange on his lips. He basked in the bittersweet relief it gave him.

“Lance,” something in Blue`s voice grounded him, A soothing hum reaches out, washing over him through the bond. “Breath.”

He stops.

Inhale. Exhale.

His pulse evens out

Lance paused for a good few ticks before proceeding to lie flat on his back on the floor. The only thing that reached his ears were the ocean waves hitting against rocks through their bond. He stayed like that for awhile; staring puffy eyed at the white ceiling. 

He shifts his body to the right, facing the lion.

“I deserve to die.”

we cannot ever resolve the problem of violence against children in our society unless we give up the idea that the worst thing a child can be is disobedient.

this is what so many people are failing to understand when they whine about how youth rights advocates should stop concerning ourselves with silly little things and just worry when there’s “real abuse” happening. the two causes are one and the same. perpetuating the idea that children are morally obligated to be submissive primes them for abuse. perpetuating the idea that parents must be dominant in order to be fulfilling their responsibilities encourages them to be abusive.

stop praising kids for submissiveness. stop remarking on how “good” they are when they don’t argue or complain. stop equating “respect” with obedience. stop calling a child “well-behaved” when what you really mean is that they’re being silent and taking up as little space as possible.

instead, praise kids for goodness and moral strength that come from within. recognize them for acts of kindness and selflessness. show pride in them for helping others. encourage them when they take responsibility. support them when they stand up for themselves.

stop praising parents for dominance. stop expressing wonder at their ability to keep their children on a short leash, to silence them with a word, or to strike fear into their hearts with a look. stop looking impressed when parents gleefully expound on all the ways they’ve been “tough” on their kids.

instead, praise parents for cultivating good human relationships with their kids. tell them how great it is to see them make their kids smile. recognize them for respecting their kids, for talking to them like people. encourage them to spend time just hanging out with their kids, in moments that aren’t about teaching or correcting or giving orders. recognize the courage it takes for them to admit when they’re wrong. support them when other adults cast judgmental eyes because they’re not being disciplinarians.

making things better starts with how we talk to each other.

Learn a new language!
  • Write! You need to learn how to apply the grammar rules in longer texts. Write about a page or so. You can write longer profiles, translate songs, poems, paragraphs in books and much more.
  • Read! Go to your local library, a pdf on a book, or anything  and see if you find some books with easy short texts like children's books or poems and practice reading them out loud, understanding and translate them.
  • Watch movies or series in that language. This will be good in understanding people talking that language, also it can help on pronunciation and maybe you find some vocabulary you want to write down.
  • Listen to music in that language. As with movies and series, this can help your auditory understanding, give you some pronunciation and give you ideas to more vocabulary. And this is also possible to do on the go.
  • Use apps! I have heard the app Duolingo is good and I used Memrise and it was ok but didn’t work for me. To find apps can be hard, the apps suit people differently. What works for me might not work for you.
  • Get a language buddy, a native or someone else learning the language! If you find a native who are willing to spend some of their time to help you that’s great. They might help you having conversations, understand auditory and even tell you what you wrote wrong in your longer texts. If you find someone else learning the language this can be both good and bad. You might help each other by talking, comparing notes, looking at each others writing, BUT there is a risk of you teaching each other wrongly too, so beware.

cons of being a short, small guy:

-people not taking you seriously
-bigger guys pushing you around for fun
-people mistaking you for a child
-being picked up and carried around by people you just met
-“oh I would never date a shorter guy, that’s just weird”
-formal menswear is not produced in your size
-rude old men giving you insulting nicknames to establish their dominance
-trying to carry furniture with a partner and having to exert far more effort to lift it to a level height
-belaying someone heavier than you on a climbing wall and needing someone else to grab your ankles to keep you from being dragged up the wall when they descend

pros of being a short, small guy:

-large children’s clothing is way cheaper than adult clothing
-people feel really embarrassed when you beat them at something physical

anonymous asked:

Okay, so here I am, an innocent lurker, having just found this blog, when I see: "what if the skywalkers were cthulu-type monsters." excuse me??? please elaborate you just wrote that and nothing else im dying ex p la i n y o ur s el f

  • The Force is everything that ever was and ever will be, every storm and every silence, the hunting krayk dragon and cowering bantha calf: it is huge, all-consuming, completely inhuman. How, then, could its children be anything short of monstrous? (Wonders, yes. But monsters all the same.)
  • Anakin Skywalker is boy-shaped, but Obi Wan cannot bear to look at him. 
  • A clarification: he can look at him with his human eyes; but he must clamp down the extra eyes his Force-sensitivity gives him, because when he doesn’t – well. The first time he met the boy he hadn’t closed those eyes; he’d open them, wide and curious and seen –
    • teeth and claws and roiling shadows, a slipslide of features and starfire, the white blur of warpspeed and it hurts –
  • Anakin Skywalker is the son of the Force, half human and half something extraordinary. There’s a reason the Jedi don’t like him, why Yoda mistrusts him; they all have to close their extra eyes around him; and even when they’re white-knuckled with effort, clamping down so the Force can’t so much as whisper to them (and that hurts Jedi, of course it does, it runs counter to all their training about opening up and trusting in the Force) and even then they still feel the velvet quiver of unseen limbs over their skin. 
  • And more. And worse. When he is angry – which is often – his shadow warps into something awful, and even the least Force-sensitive being quails at the profound wrongness of the sight. His features warp and melt, teeth spiralling out from his pupils, his mouth cracks open wide, his tongue growing scales and feathers and catching fire and he smiles, oh how he smiles and –
    • nothing like him should exist and
    • and you blink, lose the moment, he’s just a young man glowering at you, and his shadow is the same, but the memory of that horror is seared into the back of your brain.
  • It is no surprise that Padme dies in childbed. 
  • The first child’s cry makes Obi Wan’s bones rattle. It – you could not call it anything but an it – is a twisting, squirming mess of light and dark. There’s a wing, a thorned branch: you cannot focus on it. You cannot pin a shape to it. Obi Wan wants to run away, run and never look back. But the Med Droid is offering it to him; and it is a child, of a sort; and Obi Wan takes it, and it coalesces into a soft pink baby girl. He places it – her – against Padme’s white breast. Padme cradles it. “She’s beautiful.”
  • The second is just the same: pushed out like any human baby, but a roling mess of lightening and thick syrupy cloud, one moment tentacled and the next furred, pure power condensed. Obi Wan takes it in his arms and it solidifies into another fat baby, small and squalling. 
  • He’s not like the other babies, Luke Skywalker. He’s a funny one. When he smiles, you have the sudden absurd impulse that he’s got too many teeth for his face. His hair is corn-gold, but when you see it out of the corner of your eye you swear that it isn’t hair at all, but fire and teeth. Looking at him too long is like staring into the sun. 
  • The other children are scared of him, Behu says to Owen, once. And Owen says: children always know. And Behu says: he isn’t a bad kid. Owen says: he’s a wonder. And that’s the problem. 
  • Jabba’s goons go to the Lars farm to collect water once. Only once. They return to Jabba’s palace gibbering nonsense, with their eyes burned out. Both mumble something about there’s something wrong with the boy and then jump into the ragnar pit. 
  • Don’t do that again, says Owen, but he hugs his nephew all the same, pulls him close, kisses his temple. He feels something hot-cold run over his spine, like something far larger than the child is trying to embrace him back. That night, Behu runs her fingers over the new white scartissue on her husband’s back, and says, he’s a good kid. Owen says, I know.
  • If I was there I could have saved them, Luke says to Ben Kenobi, years later, and in that moment he has a thousand thousand eyes and all of them are burning, and he has no limbs but a dozen wings bearing him aloft, and each feather is molten gold and each feather drips blood. Ben thinks of Anakin, screws his Force-sensitivity closed. Luke is a monster. A wonder. But first and foremost he is a boy, and he is grieving. 
    • Ben Kenobi holds him while he weeps. 
  • When Leia comes, she turns into a celestial horror with more teeth than Han cares to count. “Huh,” he says, after their first time. She’s so little in his arms, but so vast. He feels something gentle his back. He says, “Next time, I’ll wear a blindfold, princess. Don’t want to blind me, do you? Then I won’t be able to see when you’re doing stupid shit.” She titters, presses her face into the curve of his neck. 
    • Love comes to everyone, including monsters. 
Beauty and the Beast Post-Curse headcanons

In the past week, after seeing the new live action Beauty and the Beast (twice thus far. Still jonesing for a third viewing) the movie has taken up a permanent residence in the back of my mind, thus creating many a headcanon to frolic about in the space betwixt my ears. I personally enjoy reading other people’s headcanons so here are a few post-curse headcanons of mine, organized by character…

Belle 
- Belle uses the library to start a school for the village children, bringing the village’s literacy rate higher than anywhere else in the country. The children often give her drawings and short stories they’ve written which she displays prominently.
- One of her favorite things is watching Adam interact with children. He was a bit concerned at first that they wouldn’t like him, but it turns out he is great with them! She’s had to enact a “no piggyback rides in the library” rule. 
- She and Père Robert start a book club.
 - She is almost constantly tinkering with ideas and inventing things to make things easier around the castle. Washing machines, kitchen gadgets, carts with built in book shelves, and so on and so forth. Adam is more than happy to provide her with anything she could possibly need and often watches her work, helping when he can, but mostly just admiring her mind at work. 

Prince Adam 
- Now that he is considerably less hairy (and over all less beastly in terms of body mass) he gets cold easily. (Mostly at night or in the early morning since early post-curse is summer.) He can often be found in the library by the fire and occasionally making his way through the castle wrapped in a sort of mobile cocoon of blankets.
-Since the curse has been lifted he is trying to encourage a lighthearted atmosphere around the castle, attempting to undo the “when I enter a room, laughter dies” reputation. This ends up manifesting itself in quippy remarks and the occasional pun (much to the surprise of the staff at first) and ultimately learning to laugh at himself more. 
- He finds himself gravitating to Belle. Absentmindedly taking her hand in his whenever she is close by. Reading over her shoulder from time to time. Overall just preferring to be near her. She makes him feel safe. Yes, this is real. The curse is broken. She really does love him.  
-Having Phillipe around has proven very therapeutic for him. He goes for walks around the grounds with Phillipe and talks with him, pampering him with lots of apples for being such a good listener.
-He waits a while to propose to Belle, but he keeps his mother’s wedding ring on his person pretty much from the start of their post-curse days. He just didn’t want to make Belle feel rushed. 

Lumière
- After years of having no taste buds,  Lumière has become a foodie. He relishes being able to savor the simplest ingredients, often enticing Plumette to try whatever he is most excited about at the time. “Plumette, you must try these strawberries! They are positively exquisite!”
-He often forgets that he can no longer produce a source of light at will, and can often be heard muttering as he stubs his toe in the dark.
-When Belle and Adam do get married, he is Adam’s best man and delivers the greatest speech. Lots of laughs. Even more happy tears.

Plumette
-Plumette maintains a feather-like touch and learns how to paint from Maurice. Her landscapes become famous for her delicate brushwork. 
-She has never lost an argument with Lumière. Any time he is being stubborn on a point of disagreement, she tickles him until he is willing to talk things out. 

Cadenza and Garderobe
-After their long curse induced separation, Cadenza and Garderobe take a second honeymoon and are nearly inseparable. 

Mrs. Potts and family(plus LeFou)
- Mr. Potts ends up moving into the castle and commuting to the village for work. Any time he has to leave he takes a moment to hug Mrs. Potts and Chip, studying their faces with a smile so that he never forgets again.
-Mrs. Potts and LeFou end up becoming good friends. She gives LeFou motherly advice and Chip ends up looking up to him like a big brother. 
-LeFou makes sure to encourage Chip to follow his heart, be self assured (but remain humble) and to have the courage to stand up for himself, even if it means standing up to a friend. 

Woman realizes ‘refugee child’ is adult man
“He threatened to kill me and my family”

The woman claims she was told she’d foster a 12-year-old child. 
At first she already noticed he ‘looked older’, “But didn’t want to hurt his feelings.”

A dental exam showed he might have been as old as 21, but because he claimed he was 12, they ‘had to’ make ‘a compromise’ and aged him at 16.
Yes. Because HE SAID SO, despite medical evidence on the contrary.
On top of that he had already been arrested in Belgium for posing as a child.

To cut things short: He threatened to kill her and her children, he attacked her family member, he was arrested, was found to watch extremist videos on his phone, yet he was just placed in another home and she is living in fear.

Naturally the show (Loose Women on ITV) was attacked for ‘scaremongering’ and ‘fueling refugee hate’.

Please Consider Reporting DaddyoFive to YouTube for Child Endangerment

Please watch https://youtu.be/fvoLmsXKkYM Philip DeFranco’s video.  Yes, it will be hard to watch.  No, you won’t be okay if you watch it (tw child abuse). Yes, you will be moved to do something about it.  No, it won’t just take 2 seconds to do the reporting.  But please.  Take the time.  5 Children, especially one of them, are depending on you to save them. 

Go to YouTube and go to the About tab on the DaddyoFive channel, (one f) and flag to REPORT.  Then pick the reason you are reporting.  That is up to you.  I picked child endangerment.  You will be asked to flag specific videos.  I picked the invisible ink video.  There are more.  There is an additional comments section.  Please politely and succinctly fill it out, stating why you are concerned for these children and why YouTube should investigate.

The short version of the story is that this is a Vlogging channel where the Mother and Father of 5 children vlog their lives and prank each other.  The pranks often consist of the children sobbing and screaming, with their caretakers yelling and swearing at them loudly.  The children are often involved in the pranks on one another, with one child, Cody, being especially vulnerable to the pranks.  In one video, the father pushes him into a shelf and later, he appears to have a bloody nose (although this has been officially contested by the father as being fake). 

Regardless, the shove into the bookshelf was real.  The screaming was real.  The cursing was real.  And Cody’s sobbing and screaming was real.

Please watch Philip DeFranco’s video then decide for yourself if this channel should be reported.  The parents are making money from this.  Is that okay?


Please reblog to spread awareness.  Thank you.

Quick happy MSR drabble / extended headcanon for @snowvitamins <3

Peering out the window over the kitchen sink to one of her favorite sights, Scully smiled. In front of her, their figures backed by tall golden grass, were her two boys, leaping across the puddles in the uneven gravel driveway.

The summer heat was oppressive and with their air conditioning broken on this lazy Sunday, the three of them had splayed out in the living room all day, fans at full blast, wearing minimal clothing, until the whoosh of the downpour started.

Scully had insisted that shoes of some sort were a necessity. As a result, Mulder was now wearing only gym shorts and his work boots as he chased a squealing William through the puddles and around the yard.

Mulder had never looked more ridiculous. Scully had never loved him more.