fyeahhistorymajorheraldicbeast:
She was combining the deaths of Lenin, Trotsky, and Rasputin into one event. And I happened to be reading about Russian history.
- Do not resist -
fyeahhistorymajorheraldicbeast:
Seriously, you are a LAW professor, not a history one. Stop it. PLEASE. STOP IT.
spirited-away.tumblr.com
Now, that’s Blue Beard. They are very alike, but not quite the same…
![fyeahhistorymajorheraldicbeast:
[Top Caption: Making small talk:
Bottom Caption: How do you feel about Alexander the Great?]
Everyone has a different opinion (if they have an opinion at all, of course…), and I want to hear them all.
Or, You Know, Henry VIII Wives](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m360nhHy2i1qhf8s7o1_400.jpg)
fyeahhistorymajorheraldicbeast:
[Top Caption: Making small talk:
Bottom Caption: How do you feel about Alexander the Great?]
Everyone has a different opinion (if they have an opinion at all, of course…), and I want to hear them all.
Or, You Know, Henry VIII Wives
![fyeahhistorymajorheraldicbeast:
[Top caption: Class skips chapter in textbook
Bottom caption: Reads it anyway]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m360pbLlBK1qhf8s7o1_400.jpg)
fyeahhistorymajorheraldicbeast:
[Top caption: Class skips chapter in textbook
Bottom caption: Reads it anyway]
fyeahhistorymajorheraldicbeast:
Not strictly a HMHB but I felt it goes well enough here.
(Source: fyeahhistorymajorheraldicbeast)
One teacher’s approach to preventing gender bullying in a classroom
Alie arrived at our 1st-grade classroom wearing a sweatshirt with a hood. I asked her to take off her hood, and she refused. I thought she was just being difficult and ignored it. After breakfast we got in line for art, and I noticed that she still had not removed her hood. When we arrived at the art room, I said: “Allie, I’m not playing. It’s time for art. The rule is no hoods or hats in school.”
She looked up with tears in her eyes and I realized there was something wrong. Her classmates went into the art room and we moved to the art storage area so her classmates wouldn’t hear our conversation. I softened my tone and asked her if she’d like to tell me what was wrong.
“My ponytail,” she cried.
“Can I see?” I asked.
She nodded and pulled down her hood. Allie’s braids had come undone overnight and there hadn’t been time to redo them in the morning, so they had to be put back in a ponytail. It was high up on the back of her head like those of many girls in our class, but I could see that to Allie it just felt wrong. With Allie’s permission, I took the elastic out and re-braided her hair so it could hang down.
“How’s that?” I asked.
She smiled. “Good,” she said and skipped off to join her friends in art.
‘Why Do You Look Like a Boy?’
‘We can stop… if you want to…. Do you want me to stop?’
‘No.’
Automatic reblog.
Um. Look at that breathing?
(Source: embrace-is-love, via brolinskeep)
Not all fanfictions mentioned are favorites of mine, but recommendations for those wanting to read. So here goes:
Marriage of Convenience I assume Drinny shippers have already read it considering it happens to be a highly popular fanfiction.
Buttercup Ginny and her knowingness that she…
To read list! \o/
