Two episodes in, Sherlock season 4 has been wreak to me. I have never cried during any other TV show, but this season had compelled me to cry twice. Not that it is bad thing, but both my roommates just freak out and run around.
and in India, the kids get shot down if they can’t write in cursive, do basic maths etc. by upper kindergarten
and when you start going to higher grades, high priority is given to maths and the sciences...and if you don't take those subjects for further studies in the last years of schooling, you are condemned by everyone...then become an doctor or an engineer.
You are taught from the beginning that you will become a looser if you dont learn English and excel in it. We are not taught skills and are only made to be focused on subjective studies.
And if by chance you survive the rote learning in school, you have to get into a college where you will be facing to the reservation system...it helps the minority communities but in the general category you are subjected to a full frontal war.
My 7 year old son was shot down by his 1st grade teacher
Shots have been fired.
Michelle was always my favorite. She really spoke to me.
You doing great sweetheart, you doing great.
<3 <3 <3
I think I like your portrayal of the brother a lot due to your depicting the grey area - happy and sad aspects of their relationship. I think their usual portrayal in the fandom is often extremely fluff (which i love), but that angst hits double hard
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"squishing the other's cheek"
For Prussia and Germany...if you want to
I really found these prompts really cute, so couldn't help myself.
I really like your depiction of the German brothers❤️❤️❤️
Mid 1860s era.
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At first, Gilbert struggled to let go, to let Ludwig be his own person; some would argue that he still struggled with it even as Ludwig got older, although Gilbert would deny that. For the first time, Gilbert was not holding his hand through a meeting, wasn't giving him pointers, wasn't taking over, wasn't leading. He sat next to Ludwig as he gave his presentation and kept quiet, as hard as that was for him since he was, at times, overly critical and noticed every lilt of nervousness in Ludwig's voice as he spoke. Still, he held his tongue and let Ludwig handle it. It was about time for him to take over, and that was exactly what Gilbert had been training him for.
Ludwig was young, almost baby-faced still; clean-shaven, being unable to grow facial hair like the rest of the family, and looked a little lanky since he hadn't fully grown into his body yet. However, he was growing each day and was becoming a fine young man; dressed in his clean, pressed uniform and giving his speech, he represented everything Gilbert wanted him to be.
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