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#sit and learn sir
itskubay · 2 years
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Becoming Elizabeth memes 2/?
Edward VI vs Lord Somerset
Sit and learn sir! Or listen his opinions.
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willowser · 10 months
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the idea of ua teacher bakugou honestly makes me so sad, because you have to consider the possibility of him not making it to the end as a hero which !! is heart-breaking !!
but at the same time — there is something really cathartic i think about him growing up and growing out of measuring his worth by being number one, by being the best. and i like to think of him as a grumpy professor !! a bit like aizawa !! or him keeping a close eye on the shy, quiet students, watching out for them and always there to bully them (affectionate) along their path . or for him to be an all might to someone, a young kid that looked up to dynamight in his hay-day, now getting to follow directly under his lead.
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symbioticsimplicity · 2 months
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Y’all what if Lilith didn't choose to take a vaycay in Heaven? What if she got redeemed?
#if she got redeemed and it got hidden by Adam and Lute#then having Sir Pentious pop up in front of Sera and Emily would have been also to keep that possibility from being hidden again#not sure what deal she would have made with Adam in that case#other than maybe to keep the exterminators from cleaning house altogether once they learned it was possible??#maybe give a double meaning to Adam's line about no one learning the truth???#and it would make sense Lilith seemed by all accounts a good wife and mother as well as a good queen who wanted the best for her people#so it stands to reason she could have been redeemed especially considering her sin wasn't like...huge#maybe she got taken out during an exorcism since she wasn't technically hellborn she would have been fair game#and it would make sense that she'd want to spare Lucifer the pain of finding her dead so she slunk off somewhere???#only to then find herself alive in heaven with no means of telling her family#it would also explain why she's just sitting alone on a beach instead of interacting with people when she's clearly a people person#she doesn't wanna be there so she'd rather be left alone#and if her deal was to help spare the rest of hell it would make sense as a perspective for having her go talk to Charlie#plus it gives a chance for her to be a rebellious little shit and tell Charlie her idea works and not to abandon it#if viv wants her and Luci to still be a thing and a healthy thing this would be a hell of an angle to hit it at#as well as giving Lucifer more motivation to take an active role in things#and maybe earn redemption for himself too??#idk but i think that would be really interesting especially with the fans expectations leaning so far the other way rn#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel theory#hazbin hotel lilith
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not to be dramatic but what the fuck is homework. you want me to use my time, my limited invaluable time, to do a worksheet? I have short stories to read and poetry to discover and paintings to think about and languages and history to learn and songs to hear for the first time and birds to watch and sunlight to feel on my face this is ridiculous
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acesammy · 4 months
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i know i've bitched a lot today, but this stats class is also bad
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kindahoping4forever · 2 years
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Ashton @ Take My Hand Uncasville - 8 July 2022
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angeltannis · 8 months
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Leave it to me to become obsessed with drawing a man who has 3 different hairstyles going at once
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2-wuv · 11 months
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the local persecutor & gatekeeper have teamed up what chaos shall they cause
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yiangchen · 1 year
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why do men feel the need to speak so loud
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Does a gay little lean to piss you off
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clownboy-yeehonk · 22 days
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fingertipsmp3 · 3 months
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The way I had to TA a class full of STEM bros on international women’s day 😭
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woozidaze · 4 months
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this is kisung with all of his members & bffs. if you even care.
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Hanging out in nerd spaces is cool and fun and normal because I end up getting professional crushes on folks for their niche contributions... It is... embarrassing
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willowser · 7 months
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your little angel of a son inherits katsuki's bad temper, and it manifests in his terrible fours.
there's an awful little shriek that echoes throughout the house and katsuki is on his feet and halfway to the living room before his eyes are even open—but the only danger awaiting him there is a pouty little brat.
his son is sitting amidst a swarm of toys that have been strewn about haphazardly, and his arms are crossed and big fat tears are in his eyes and he looks mad as all hell. you do, too, sitting across from him with a deep frown, holding the ripped page of a book from his little shelf.
"no sir," you warn, "we do not treat our things this way."
you incite a meltdown.
katsuki feels his own temper flaring—half from shock and awe at his little mini-me and also from the exhaustion wearing him thin—when your son kicks his legs out in a burst of rage, letting out another little shriek of anger. your cheeks puff up, wearing the same furious expression, and at the hiss of his name, the little brat jumps to his feet and snatches a toy truck nearby and launches it across the room.
"oi!"
your son's attention snaps to katsuki, startled, losing a hint of anger as he pouts at the floor.
"what'd she just tell you?" and when he gets no response, katsuki prods with a, "hah? answer me."
but the little boy only stamps his little feet and grunts out a furious, wordless sound that has katsuki's lip curling. you let out a heavy sigh, shaking your head at him before frowning down at the torn page in your hands, and then katsuki is planting a hand on the back of his son's head and steering him towards the front door.
"time to take a walk."
the boy goes, even though his arms are crossed and his eyes are downcast. he only resists once, as katsuki tries to shove his little feet into his shoes.
"i don't wanna." he mumbles, face scrunched and wet before promptly looking away.
"i didn't ask."
"hmm!"
katsuki has to resist the urge to pinch his own son.
they get out the door eventually, and the little boy stomps along for the most part, no longer needing a guiding hand on the back of his head once they get around the block a time or two. neither of them say anything.
fatherhood has taught katsuki a lot of things, which was expected, but the one thing that's surprised him is—he's learned all the things he doesn't want his son to be.
the first of them being angry. not the way katsuki was, mean and selfish, throughout his childhood; hateful and careless, in his teens; shut off and simmering, even now.
he waits until the tension has melted off his little shoulders, until his little face has dried and evened out. his arms swing at his sides, occasionally coming up to wipe his snot with the back of his hand, and he eyes the few wildflowers they pass with a little hum and a small smile.
katsuki tugs once on his ear, frowning down at the little brat when he peeks up at him. "that how you're supposed to treat your mama?"
he doesn't answer at first, leaning his head all the way back and clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, until katsuki stops walking. "no, sir."
"how you s'posed to treat her?"
"with love."
"how you s'posed to treat your toys?"
"with care."
"uh-huh," katsuki squishes his son's cheeks in his hand, shaking his head lightly from side to side until he starts giggling. "that how you acted today?"
"no, sir."
"that how y'r gonna act again?"
"no, sir."
"okay," katsuki murmurs, nodding once before letting him free. the little boy bounces on his feet and sucks on his lip, grinning when his tummy is pinched. "now pick those for your mama."
and he does, carefully plucking a small handful of flowers from the grass as they make their way back home, and just before he runs up the steps to the house, katsuki's little angel of a son hands him the biggest one.
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scientia-rex · 2 months
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One of my patients used to be a Big Deal Specialist in the city and you can just TELL he’s SEETHING that no one out here is even qualified to understand what he did, much less how important he was. He’s also terrified of death. It’s both annoying and really sad. Like, sir, I hate to break it to you, but no amount of knowledge will protect you from the ravages of time. It’s a special kind of hell to know the stages of various fatal diseases intimately. What is it going to feel like when it’s my turn? How do doctors want to die? Suddenly, quietly. Slip away painlessly in my sleep. But how likely is that? Not very. More likely I’ll get cardiovascular disease or cancer, the greatest killers of our time.
He was so afraid of cancer he had an organ that wasn’t cancerous removed just in case. He talks down to me as if I’m his student, and who knows? Maybe I was. He was in the same city as me, and they were forever dragging Big Name Doctors in to teach us things. Maybe I learned how to elicit Achilles tendon reflexes from him.
But mostly I find myself a little scornful. Who lives without the shadow of death? Who doesn’t think about death all the time? When you die, life is a round thing, finished and whole. What will your life look like when God holds it in the palm of his hand?
Also don’t fucking call me by my first name unless I’ve specifically said you can. I don’t GIVE that permission to patients, except for my mentally ill trans and queer patients. If I wanted to be disrespected by an older man I would have married young.
You do not have time. This important doctor who based his whole life around his importance lived as rich and full a life as anyone. And now he’s clinging to it, leaving fingernail marks on the walls on his way out. No one has time. There will be a moment when you’re dying when you think, I would give anything I have to be back in that moment. Any ordinary moment. Taking the dogs out to go potty. Browsing at the grocery store. When you’re being crucified on a hospital bed, dying and aware of it through the morphine, you would give anything you ever possessed to go back and have one more agony-free afternoon. Sit on a curb or a stoop. Walk through a park. Hug your spouse. These tiny fragmentary moments that we are constantly sliding through, tobogganing past at high speeds, these are what will be our life when our life is over.
I am accountable to that self. To the dying me. What did I do with this gift and curse? I don’t believe in God, but I know that I will die, and I have watched enough dying people by now to know the kinds of things I’ll think about. I want to make that me proud of what I’ve done and how I’ve spent my life. She will be a harder judge than God, and I want her to look at this one little life and think, yes. I did what I meant to.
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