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[spookygirl89]

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[dovesnest]

its SO fascinating how little girls have this inherent need to throw twigs and leaves and dirt together and mix them with water .. how we all called that some variant of the word potion …. how its an intercultural thing that no one taught us to do ……………. keep fostering that witch energy ladies

[spookygirl89]

I thought I was the only one 🔮

[bloodytales]

(Her holding him as she called the cops)

[femqueenxo]

Ladies lift some weights

[spookygirl89]

Shout out to @ladywookie for letting me know where I could find this shirt! I love it!

[wxtch-bxtch-shxt]

[spookygirl89]

✨My dice aesthetic✨

[lesbianshepard]

reading Frankenstein in high school was so jarring after only knowing about it from tv shows and shit. imagine my shock when it turns out victor frankenstein was actually just a bitchass college dropout and the monster was ridiculously fucking eloquent. plot twist of the goddamned century. 

[lesbianshepard]

media depiction of the monster: grunting and shambling. only uses very basic sentences.”fire bad! >:( me angry!!” 

canonical monster:  “ You are in the wrong, and instead of threatening, I am content to reason with you. I am malicious because I am miserable. Am I not shunned and hated by all mankind? You, my creator, would tear me to pieces and triumph; remember that, and tell me why I should pity man more than he pities me? You would not call it murder if you could precipitate me into one of those ice-rifts and destroy my frame, the work of your own hands. Shall I respect man when he condemns me? Let him live with me in the interchange of kindness, and instead of injury I would bestow every benefit upon him with tears of gratitude at his acceptance. But that cannot be; the human senses are insurmountable barriers to our union. Yet mine shall not be the submission of abject slavery. I will revenge my injuries; if I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear, and chiefly towards you my archenemy, because my creator, do I swear inextinguishable hatred. Have a care; I will work at your destruction, nor finish until I desolate your heart, so that you shall curse the hour of your birth.“

[spookygirl89]

Yet more Proof that the books are always better than the movies 📖📚📖📚📖

[shelbytaylorexists]

JUST 👏 BECAUSE 👏 A 👏 WOMAN 👏 IS 👏 COMFORTABLE 👏ENOUGH 👏 IN 👏 HER 👏 OWN 👏 SKIN 👏 TO 👏 WEAR 👏 REVEALING 👏 OUTFITS 👏 DOESN’T 👏 GIVE 👏 ANYONE 👏 THE 👏 RIGHT 👏 TO 👏 SEXUALLY 👏 HARASS 👏 HER 👏 PASS 👏 IT 👏 ON 👏

[antikataplhktika]

LOUDER

[xrotteninsidex]

EVEN LOUDER

[lickmetilllicecreammmm]

LOUDER THAN THAT

[spookygirl89]

SCREAMING IT

[spookygirl89]

My new Neapolitan ice cream dice set from krakendice looks good enough to eat! I am loving the matte finish on these! 😍

[cosmofilius-deactivated20220204]

sit by the feet of an ancient tree. she will tell you secrets.

[spookygirl89]

20 Common Household Items Used in Witchcraft - Moody Moons

Check out these common household items used in witchcraft for some creative ways to make the most of items you already have!

I found this incredibly useful I hope you will too

[spookygirl89]

🖤🖤🖤 credit goes to @weronika.salach on instagram

[spookygirl89]

I got a new folding dice tray today!

[thedruidsforest]

How could you NOT fall in love with the glow of the moon and stars, the warmth of the sun, the ancient life within the trees, and the sweet melodies of the winds?

[thecashewchronicle-deactivated2]

Why Dyscalculia awareness is so important

I’d like to take a second to list all the people I wish had known more about dyscalculia growing up:

My first grade teacher, who noticed when on a verbal counting test that I went from 99 to 100 to 200 and told my parents I just needed a little practice

My third grade teacher, who couldn’t understand why I would turn in a timed multiplication table test with absolutely nothing written on it, or burst into tears when asked to bring it home and have it signed by my parents

My school corporation, who placed me in advanced mathematics for two excruciating years based on aptitude tests, apparently unaware that aptitude and ability are not one and the same

My fifth grade teacher, who privately admonished me for “laziness” because I couldn’t stop making “silly mistakes”—like switching multiplication and addition, or flipping numbers like three and eight, or failing to follow every step of a math problem

My sixth grade math teacher, who publicly called me out for writing the formula for the Pythagorean Theorem on my hand, claiming I didn’t study, though I had spent five hours the night before preparing

My parents, who grounded me every time my report card came out, trying their best to discipline what they thought was laziness

My family doctor, who, once told about my math troubles, prescribed me ADD medication without any running any kind of diagnostic

My Algebra teacher senior year after I was diagnosed, who claimed that giving me extra time on my test would be “unfair to the other students”

Every teacher who ever laughed and pointed at the clock when I asked them what time it was

The boy in my band class that said I was the “stupidest smart person he’d ever met”

My former boss, who when I told I had dyscalculia told me “I probably have it too, I am always mixing things up!” (she was an accounting major and ran the accounting portion of that place of business)

But you know who would have really benefited from knowing about dyscalculia? Me. I wish I had known. I wish I could go back and tell my ten year old self that it wasn’t my fault, that I am extraordinary in the best way. I wish someone, somewhere along the way could have seen what was really going on.

That’s why dyscalculia awareness is so important.

[setepenre-set]

oh my god.

I. had no idea this was a thing. looked up the symptoms and

‘inability to tell, at a glance, how many objects are in a small group’ 

THIS. THIS IS A THING? THAT OTHER PEOPLE HAVE? 

‘struggles with directions, anxious about moving from one location to another’ 

I memorized the route to all my classes in high school and yet if I didn’t have COMPLETE AND UTTER FOCUS I would STILL GET LOST it was so unbelievably stressful

‘is constantly late because struggles with understanding the passage of time’

‘struggles to read analog clocks’

‘moves too fast or too slow’

‘struggles with basic math/memorizing math facts like times tables and formulas’ 

GOD. I spent MONTHS on those times table tests; long after everyone else had gotten theirs done, I was still taking and retaking those awful, awful tests. 

And I still have to turn everything into addition to get it to make sense. 10-7? count up from 7 to 10, on my fingers. do it again to make sure I’ve done it right. 4x6? that’s 6+6+6+6.  keep track of it on my fingers. do it again to be sure. 18/3? start adding threes together, keeping track of how many it takes, on my fingers. do it again to be sure. STILL SOMETIMES GET IT WRONG because even addition is hard. 

just.

dyscalculia. 

is a thing.

thank you for this post.

[lynati]

I see people trash-talk Tumblr all the time but I’ve lost track of how many people have said something JUST LIKE THIS about their mental or physical health, their gender or sexual identity, and their understanding of social issues or world politics during the less-than-18-month I’ve been here than at any other website or classroom I’ve ever had a presence in.

[jeneelestrange]

I literally didn’t learn that I might have dyscalculia until I was studying to be a teacher and had to learn what the hell that was. And oh hey, look, I have practically every symptom but I’m about to graduate and there’s really no point in me putting forth the money to diagnose anything. Seeing kids FINALLY get something in math after working really hard at it, only to forget by the next day, JUST like I used to do, but knowing there’s nothing I can do to stop that. All I can do is teach them the little tricks I learned to remember and figure stuff out and get around the fact that I knew only about half the times tables. 

[lemonsharks]

HOLY MOTHER OF PIE. 

@taraljc, look at this IT IS US. 

(Most of my symptoms have been mitigated or alleviated by technology and I would like to tell my third grade teacher: fuck you, I have a calculator with me at all times and I do not need to know my times tables FFFFFFFFF and I am not stupid or lazy for not being able to learn them)

[the-great-trashheap]

My chemistry teacher used to write me really nasty messages on my chemistry work about how I’d get the problems right if I stopped doodling in my notebook and actually tried harder.  I asked him for help and he refused to help me because I couldn’t point to one single thing I was struggling to understand.  I could do the experiments but I couldn’t do the math.  The only reason why I didn’t fail chemistry was because we started working on organic chemistry at the end of the year, and ochem is all about shapes and drawing the molecules.  At the end of the year he gave me some kind of barely passing slacker award. I took it with a smile and didn’t cry until I got home.  I’m still hurt by it and I still hate that man.

In college, I nonstop struggled with math, I still failed chemistry a couple of times before finally savaging my way through, actually got kicked out of school but begged for them to keep me in… and when I was a second year senior, begging the math counselors to let me into trig so I could just meet my biology requirements, they took a look at my ACT scores and said “Huh, your math score is way lower than your other scores.  Have you been tested for a learning disability?”  But because I’d already been diagnosed with depression I’d have to go to an outside agency to get tested and it was going to cost me $300.

Now as an adult I’m late all the time, I miss deadlines, and people just think I’m a total unreliable flake.  I think my boss hates me.  But I managed to graduate college with a degree in Wildlife Management, become a wildlife biologist, and now an Astronomy teacher, and I still multiply by counting up on my fingers.  But whenever English teachers say shit like “Oh but you’re a science teacher, math and science go together, I can’t do that!” I want to punch them.  I can’t do it either, but I stuck my fist up the ass of the system anyway and had to fight tooth and nail to get where I am now.  Now I’m just afraid of trying to get certified as a high school science generalist and/or get my Master’s degree when I was never officially diagnosed and have never had any kind of support.

[thecashewchronicle-deactivated2]

since i published this post so long ago i’ve watched it circulate tumblr and heard stories of all kinds. some people were abused by horrible parents and teachers, others had it recognized early and got the help they needed. many people are just hearing about it and suspecting they may have it themselves, which hopefully means they will get the help they need. some people even send me their stories about obstinate school staff, ableism in their homes and work, and sarcastic teachers who think we’re lazy or “slow” (god, the way they treat cognitively disabled kids… holy fuck.) i don’t always reply to all these stories because it can be taxing, but believe me when i say i read every single one. the story above gave me pause because it is one i identify with. i too had a similar struggle with my chemistry teacher.

what all these stories have made clear to me is that a) we need more awareness and testing for learning disabilities in schools and b) we need a complete overhaul of how we treat children with all kinds of learning disabilities and cognitive impairments. when i look back on the way that the “special education” kids were walled off, vilified, ridiculed, and generally ignored by the staff at the public school i attended, i realize that, in my case, no one recognizing my disability was a blessing. if someone had, i would have been treated the same way the other disabled kids were treated in my school district at that time. just like this post says, i still wish i had known, but knowing is only half the battle. we need enormous changes to our public school systems to accommodate and address learning disabilities. we need more access to testing at a lower cost. we need awareness and cooperation from teachers and parents. we need to address ableism in schools. we need to change the way teachers, parents, and students think and act. and we need to make resources for testing and therapy available to adults too, because learning disabilities don’t go away when school ends either.

when i read these stories, i feel a fire in me growing.

[hellyesimthatqueer]

It was years before I ever had a name for this…years of being told that I was lazy or just plain “not smart when it comes to math.”

[murderousmeow]

Reblogging for awareness

[igotfireforaheart]

Don’t you dare not REBLOG

[spookygirl89]

Finally it all makes sense

[spookygirl89]

Last night I learned a valuable lesson.. don’t drink and Druid.

I casted fog cloud(instead of what I wanted which was thunderwave)between my group and the goblin hoard we were fighting in a cave basically bottle necking us and leaving everyone with no choice but to blindly swing and shoot into the fog hoping they’d roll high enough to actually hit something. I also forgot that I could end the spell at any time 😅🤦🏻‍♀️ needless to say that battle took way longer than needed.