If I were in charge of a live action version of wot with kaitlin I would insist that zuhair murad design all the wardrobe especially for the ladies like I can totally see graendal in some of those things and it would be awesome
I see your amazing idea and raise you Alexander McQueen - particularly for the Seanchan attire
Just so you know school is actually really stressful for people who are good at school because the expectations are really high and if you do any single thing wrong or get less than an A you feel like a complete failure and even when you do everything right and try your hardest there are still people better than you and it just makes you feel like shit.
I got this really skimpy red lace bra and panty set at my store and the only person working the registers was my guy friend who asked me out once or twice so I went and pestered my old lady friend working jewelry to check me out…
and she was just like “ooooh these are beautiful!! it’s a good thing you didnt go to the front. He would have enjoyed that….”
and then she asked me if I needed a gift receipt. Elizabeth. Why would I be buying somebody else a skimpy red lace thong
“A boy and a girl run around on the grass at the park. The boy tackles the girl. The girl laughs. She gets up and runs away. She loves to run. He chases, she turns and they grab each other, tumble and land in a pile, giggling. After a few minutes, he tackles her again and she lands a bit hard. She is bigger and physical, but he more than holds his own in roughhousing. She pauses for a second. Then she laughs again; she’s still having fun.
Dad gets his attention, and says, “If she’s not having fun, you have to stop.”
He is two. He needs to hear this now, and so does she. And again, and again, and again, so that like wearing a helmet on the bike it is ingrained.”—
I’ve done this with my kids since the moment they could each sign “more” and “all done” around 8 months old. More tickles? Or all done? More kisses? Or all done? More bouncing? Or all done?
When they’re old enough to play with others, you teach them to constantly check in with each other. Are you having fun? Or do you want to be done?
Is the shrieking laughter or fear? ASK.
Is the giggling from joy or nervousness? ASK.
Do you like being smacked with pillows? ASK.
Are you having fun wrestling? ASK.
And keep asking. What was fun five minutes ago might not be fun now.
Both kids know the moment something stops being fun, they need to stop. And they know that their wishes about what is fun and what’s not will be respected by their parents and by each other. They’ve known it since 8 months old.
This truly isn’t a difficult concept. It’s easy to teach it by example and it’s incredibly simple for children to do.
time to nair my face. Which I hate. It stings like a bitch and CANNOT be good for me, but… What’s a werewolf to do? If I let my face have its way, my sideburns, eyebrows and moustache would all grow into each other and take over completely….. Woe is me
today we were really far ahead on our studio stuff so my boyfriend spent an hour making a crossbow (complete with trigger and various little gadgets) to shoot paper airplanes and then got in a war with the 60 year old guy in our major after he snuck up behind my boyfriend and snapped him with a rubber band
I have this really weird paranoia about asking for an internship though… My instructor owns the firm with his partner, who is the studio teacher for my two best friends… And if my one friend got the same idea, like, there would be no contest. He’s far more talented than I… But idk. I don’t think he has as good a relationship with his instructor as I do with mine… Apparently she’s not the best teacher…
And my teacher’s wife works in their firm and I’ve had her for a class before and she likes me..
My mom told me the other night, ‘Kaitlin. You love this semester. You are in awe of your instructor. He is obviously somebody you would love to work for. So just go up to him one day and say, “do you have any intern spots open in your firm? I could learn so much from you, and I think what you’re doing is really important.” You have balls. You can do it.”
I need to. And our last class this semester is Wednesday. Looks like I had better pluck up my courage.
these kids in my class are bitching about my teacher and how they’re not taking him again next semester
You’re going to miss out on another semester with the absolute BEST instructor you will ever have because A) it is an 8am class, B) he gives you “too much work” and C) he won’t let you use the laser cutter for your models
You bunch of fucking ungrateful, lazy pansies. You don’t deserve his instruction.