bert from mary poppins could lift mjolnir and so could mary and ms frizzle could too and those are fucking facts
Okay, but…
Bert making a grand show of not being able to lift it, heaving and huffing and making ridiculous exertion faces, before just plucking it up off the ground and going, “Well, that was easy!” in this entirely too-chipper voice that makes it clear he was just screwing with you.
Mary Poppins just hefts it off the ground, slips it into her carpet bag, and goes on her merry way. Yeah, so she just picked up the hammer of the gods, big deal, she’s got shit to do.
Ms. Frizzle just sprints over to it, picks it up, and starts absolutely geeking out over the craftsmanship of it, the way Asgardian technology is so much different from our own, giving an excited mini-lecture right then and there… all the while Thor’s standing in the background going, “Yeah, can I have it back now, please?”
bert from mary poppins could lift mjolnir and so could mary and ms frizzle could too and those are fucking facts
Okay, but…
Bert making a grand show of not being able to lift it, heaving and huffing and making ridiculous exertion faces, before just plucking it up off the ground and going, “Well, that was easy!” in this entirely too-chipper voice that makes it clear he was just screwing with you.
Mary Poppins just hefts it off the ground, slips it into her carpet bag, and goes on her merry way. Yeah, so she just picked up the hammer of the gods, big deal, she’s got shit to do.
Ms. Frizzle just sprints over to it, picks it up, and starts absolutely geeking out over the craftsmanship of it, the way Asgardian technology is so much different from our own, giving an excited mini-lecture right then and there… all the while Thor’s standing in the background going, “Yeah, can I have it back now, please?”
(here are some study tips straight from my psych notes)
1. interest: the brain prioritizes by meaning, value, and relevance so u remember things better if ur interested
find a study partner
do extra practice or research
teach it to someone else (this works so well!)
2. intent: be actively paying attention. very little learning actually takes place without attention
use a concentration check sheet (every time u get distracted, put a check on ur sheet. this is supposed to program ur mind to pay attention)
while u read, talk back to the author
ask questions during lectures (this is scary ik!! but do it!)
3. basic background: make connections to what u already know
preview and skim the material before u read it. or google it!
write out a list of vocab words before a lecture and leave some spaces between them to fill in during the lecture
read ahead of lectures
watch crashcourse tbh
4. selectivity: start by studying whats important
look for bolded words, graphics, pictures, chapter review questions in ur readings
listen for verbal clues like emphasis and repetition during lectures
make urself a study guide as u read and write down questions for urself to answer later as review (kinda like cornell notes)
5. meaningful organization: u can learn/rmr better if u group ideas into diff categories
apply vocab words to ur life
make flashcards and sort them (try not to have more than seven items in one category!)
use mnemonics
6. recitation: saying ideas aloud in ur own words strengthens synaptic connections! when u say something aloud u r forcing urself to pay attention
after u read, ask urself questions
talk abt what u learned w/ classmates outside of class
again, teach someone else
7. visualization: ur brain’s quickest and longest-lasting response is to images
convert info into a chart or graph
draw it out
make a mental video of a process
look at picture/video examples
8. association: memory is increased when facts are consciously associated w something u already know. memory = making neural connections
ask urself: is this something i already know?
9. consolidation: give ur brain some time to establish a neural pathway
make a list of what u remember from class
review notes at the end of the day, every day
stop after reading each prg to write a question in ur notes
make ur own practice quiz
10. distributed practice: we all know cramming doesnt work but we do it anyway! but yeah short and frequent study sections work better
make a daily/weekly study schedule
create a time budget/time tracker (track everything ur doing for a week and see how u can be more efficient w/ the time u waste)
divide the reading/vocab by the number of days before an exam and do a little bit each day (u can use sticky notes to divide ur reading)
other tips:
stop stressing! this sounds stupid and it isnt going to be easy, but anxiety causes u to lose focus. try ur best to think positively. sleep a lot. minimize ur caffeine intake. take a walk maybe
when u need to remember something, look upward or close ur eyes (when ur eyes are open ur using visual parts of ur brain that u might not need to be using)
find a rival! (like the person right above u in class rank) secretly compete w/ them (envy can improve mental persistence bc it makes u focus more intensely) but dont overdo it!
walking and sleeping build memory storage in ur brain
eat flavonoids! (grapes, berries, tea leaves, cocoa beans make neurons in the brain more capable of forming new memories + increase blood flow to the brain)
obstacles force ur brain to try harder, so space learning lessons apart or create a puzzle to solve or change ur physical setting
The Old Gods are dead. New Gods must be chosen, so Death and Life have designed several trials for hand-picked individuals to see if they are worthy of becoming New Gods. You have just been plucked from your school to stand as one of the candidates.
A few had already been selected when she was introduced, the power they held setting them apart from the candidates that still waited. First boredom prompted her to speak to them, before curiosity took over and she found herself enraptured with conversations, learning exactly who had become part of the New Gods.
War was a young girl taken from the ruin of her village, her skin still streaked with the blood of her family. Her people killed by those who sought only power, she now pushed her rage and her sorrow towards those who fought for justice. Her footsteps echoed with the beat of war drums as she spoke of her fight with those who fought cruelty, who sought to end the horrors of those whose humanity had fled. She knew the injustices of the world all too well and she would do her best to fuel those who battled against them, seeking retribution for the innocent lives that had been cut down too soon. Her voice rang with the clash of steel and thousands of battlecries. She knew war was inevitable for some and so she carried on.
Earth was a mother, children already gone and living their own lives. Her hair was streaked with grey and her face was marked both by lines of stress and lines of love and laughter. She knew the burden of loving a child, knowing that they would be hurt and there was nothing to be done that could change it. But she knew also when to comfort, to protect and to soothe, and she would look after all her children of the planet as best she could. She knew they would make mistakes and she loved them all the more for it. She would care for them as best she could, smiling with them, and shedding tears when they felt pain. Her eyes glowed with the warmth of her love, and when she spoke it was with the voices of millions underneath her soothing tone, her connection to each living being she watched over. She wandered through the candidates, offering support and kind words to any who needed them, already looking after her charges.
Knowledge was an old man, bent with age, his body tired but his mind sharp. He had spent his life learning as much as he could of the world, seeing any situation as an opportunity to better his mind. Now he was old and wise, and carried all the information the universe had to offer. He was in charge of the Library, where all the information one could possibly need was stored. He spoke with excitement of getting to read and experience everything it held, for though he subjectively knew what they contained it was another thing entirely to experience it and he couldn’t wait to begin. He shared his stories with those around him, speaking of his many years on the Earth that had gotten him to this point, and he hoped that everyone could see a chance to learn in a new situation instead of simply problems they might have. During their conversation he had grasped her hand tightly and assured her that all would be well. She didn’t need to ask how he knew, though the twinkle of his eyes told her he guessed her thoughts.
It had been many hours since she had first started speaking with them, barely noticing how the crowd of people had dwindled until only she and the chosen Gods had remained. But soon even they departed, promising that no matter what happened they would see her soon. War saluted her, while Earth embraced her and Knowledge simply nodded at her kindly. With that she was alone, waiting for her turn to face whatever trials awaited her.
She didn’t know how much time had passed before the doors of the chamber opened again, revealing two figures as they entered. One was a man, who seemed to glow with light and life, the other a woman whose face was sallow and eyes were black orbs that seemed to hold nothing at all. They smiled kindly at her and approached. They stopped just in front of her and seemed to assess her, simply watching her in silence together. She stood still in face of their judgement, and finally they both smiled.
“This one certainly has potential, don’t you think my love?” The woman, surely Death said to her partner, who nodded as he appraised her. “A good fit for Balance I think.” She continues, raising a hand pale as bone to tilt her face towards them, staring into her eyes as though searching her soul. She smiled again, as though happy with what she saw, and looked to her partner.
“Yes I see it too, my soul. But let us see what the trials say, yes?” Life replied, tone rich and playful as he winked at her, offering her his arm as they walk to the open doors. His partner agreed, taking her other arm as they make their way to what she assumed was the testing area. As they entered a new chamber Life waved his arms as though introducing them to a large crowd, despite the emptiness of the room. His voice, filled with excitement and laughter, started what would soon be the next chapter in her life.
A necromancer falls in love with a healer. Describe their lives together.
Their house is odd, people say. That it’s both warm and cold all at once. People whisper about the garden out back, where some of the plants are black. Sometimes they whisper about the inside, about the table that holds both a mortar and pestle, and a complete set of bones. One of their cats is dead, they say. People fear a lot of things about their house, but nearly all of them have been inside.
They have four shelves in their house, for their books and jars and things they need for spells.
One of these shelves is stuffed full of books. The books are thick, fat, heavy. If the wood had a voice, it would speak in a groan. Half of them are soft, brown leather, with gold traced in plantlike designs on the spine. Half of them are black, heavy and cracked, with bookmark ribbons the color of blood and pentagrams on the covers. There are plants tucked into the corners. Some trail green fingers across the ledges. Some reach with thorns.
Another of the shelves is full of jars and bottles. Some of these jars are filled with potions that glow a dim yellow, or swirl a cheerful green. Some of the jars are filled with blood or crushed bits of bone. Some of the smaller bottles are full of dried clippings of rare plants. Some of the bottles hold things that move. But each jar has a neat little label, with the same gentle writing.
The third shelf is by a window, and it holds plants of various sizes. Most of them are small and green, meticulously watered and trimmed. But there are a few, scattered amongst the green, that have thorns longer than thorns should be, or leaves a bit too dark, too shiny.
The last shelf is full of bones. Cat bones. Dog bones. Bird bones. A skull. Fish bones. Wishbones. Snake’s fangs. Sometimes the bones move. Sometimes they don’t.
They have two tables. One holds a mortar and pestle, a small cauldron, bandages, some crystals. One of them has bones perched on the corners and a pentagram etched in the middle.
Dried herbs hang from the ceiling, and there is a box of litter on the floor.
They have two hearths; one for cooking, one for magic.
The walls are a deep green, the floor a wooden brown. The windows are large and lined with plants. The rooms are lit with floating crystals.
Everyone fears their house, but nearly everyone has gone inside. What is it, the healer asks, and her eyes are kind. What do you need?
A pain reliever. A bone set. An illness cured. A child delivered.
What do you need, she asks, but sometimes the answer is nothing. There isn’t anything to heal. So the healer nods, steps aside, and gestures to her wife, the necromancer.
And the necromancer looks at you, with her dark eyes and dark robes stitched with blood-red runes, and for a moment you are afraid. But then her eyes clear, and she smiles, and she asks. What do you need?
Red foxes use the earth’s magnetic field as a ‘range finder’ or targeting system to measure distance to its prey and thus increase the accuracy of predatory attacks.
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