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You’re Dick Grayson. 

You’re tortured, your identity is revealed to the world, and then you’re killed. Right after that, everyone you care about cries over you because they think you’re dead. Then your dad beats you up and tells you that you have to go undercover to protect the people you love. You know that people are going to be mad at you for it, and you’re not sure they’re going to understand why you’re doing this thing you really don’t want to do. 

You tell your dad that your relationship with him will never be the same because of this. You’ll never be “his boy” again. Your dad tells you it’s a sacrifice he’s willing to make. It hurts you almost as much as the next punch does. 

So you go do your mission. It’s hard because you don’t have your usual support system to help you get through it. All you have is a little device that you sometimes call your dad on, and then one day you don’t even have that because your dad stops answering, and you don’t know why. You ask him, no, you beg him to let you come back home because you did what you came there to do, and you don’t know what you’re supposed to do next, but more than anything, you just want to come home. 

To make matters worse, you’re confronted by the man who murdered you, and he happily reminds you of this all while trying to take kryptonite from you. He also shows you that the technology you’re using while undercover can control your body. Now you know you can’t trust anybody, including yourself. 

You decide, fuck it, and go back home because you’re sick of this undercover shit. More importantly, you don’t know if your dad is dead or if something bad happened that forced him to abandon you. 

When you get home, you find out that your dad has amnesia and doesn’t remember you. Your brothers spit accusing words at you for lying to them even though your dad is the one who forced your hand on the issue. One of them punches you because he’s so mad at you for pretending to be dead. You don’t know how to explain to either of them that you really did die. At this point, you’re not sure they would even care. 

You go to see one of your best friends next, and when you try to explain things to her, she tells you you’re a disappointment. She doesn’t understand how hard you fought your dad to avoid doing all of this in the first place. She doesn’t understand that people, including your dad, took advantage of you when you were physically, mentally, and emotionally fragile. You know she doesn’t know all of this, but it doesn’t matter. 

It still hurts. 

And then… and then there’s your youngest kid brother. Your Robin. Your heart stops when you see him because what? He’s alive? You’re frozen in shock, but your Robin isn’t. He flips into your arms and, suddenly, you’re hugging him. He’s warm and alive, and there’s no mistaking that this is your Robin. This is your kid. And your kid isn’t like the others. He’s just as thrilled to see you as you are to see him. You hug him hard enough to hurt, and your cheek is pressed tightly against his. It’s everything you wanted, and you don’t think anything can beat this feeling. 

You’re proven wrong when your kids says, “I missed you,” in a voice that’s incredibly sincere and full of pure, unadulterated happiness. 

I love you, you think while closing your eyes and gripping him even tighter. 

What comes out of your mouth is, “I know, kiddo. Me too. Me too.”

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Dreams

Annabeth remembered how out of place she felt at school, when the girls talked about their mothers, how all his cousins had mothers, when, in the school family day, she used to be alone, because his father was working.

As a kid, she always dreamed about a family, having a loving mother, someone who will brush her hair, cook the breakfast, take her to school, play with her, help with the homework, Frederick Chase was an busy man, he didn’t have enough time to take good care of a little girl.

Growing, Annabeth’s dreams changed, he stopped dreaming about loving parents, now she was picturing herself as a mother, having kids, raising them, being the mother she always wanted to have, she dreamed about a husband too, a faceless man, loving and caring.

During the college, she dated a lot of boys, but nobody wanted to plan the relation so far, thinking about marriage and kids, Annabeth stopped bringing the topic, smiling and never asking for a stronger compromise, the dream bury on her mind.

In her final years at college, moving with a roommate, a girl named Reyna, she started to think about it again.

Reyna was sweet, waking soon to make breakfast, always asking about Annabeth’s day, dragging the girl to her bed when she fell sleep on her desk, Reyna was so loving and caring, slowly, the faceless man morphed into a girl, someone like Reyna.

“Would you like to have kids?” asked Reyna once, both of them looking at the window, eating ice cream, a summer storm breaking the sky.

“I like the idea of a house with white fences, two or three kids, a dog.”

“Lovely,” Reyna looked at the sky, her eyes wandering on the landscape “I’d be nice to have a family, raise a kid, knowing you will have someone waiting for you, having a home.”

“When I was little, I thought I would marry a man, but know, I only picture a girl, two kids, a big dog, a house I designed, big backyard, something pretty”

“All the things you design are pretty”

Annabeth blushed, avoiding Reyna’s eyes, they stayed in silence, looking at the storm.

They graduate and part ways, in the months before they departure the topic never come up again, Annabeth dated girls and boys, some relations more serious than others, and they idea of Reyna being her lifelong partner faded away.

Years later, more than a decade, they met again, the group of friends they were in college reunited, Annabeth was married with a pretty girl, and they adopted a little boy, she had the house and the dog, big backyard and a room for another kid, her wife was all she wanted and more.

“You know,” she told Reyna when she was leaving “I dreamed about us together.”

“Yeah, me too.”

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Khan Academy

edX

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Academic Earth

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Stanford Online

MIT Open Courseware

Open Yale Courses

BBC Learning

OpenLearn

Carnegie Mellon University OLI

University of Reddit

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TED

FORA

Big Think 

99u

BBC Future

Seriously Amazing

How Stuff Works

Discovery News

National Geographic

Science News

Popular Science

IFLScience

YouTube Edu

NewScientist

DIY & HOW-TO’S (Don’t know how to do that? Want to learn how to do it yourself? Here are some great websites.)

wikiHow

Wonder How To

instructables

eHow

Howcast

MAKE

Do it yourself

FREE TEXTBOOKS & E-BOOKS

OpenStax CNX

Open Textbooks

Bookboon

Textbook Revolution

E-books Directory

FullBooks

Books Should Be Free

Classic Reader

Read Print

Project Gutenberg

AudioBooks For Free

LibriVox

Poem Hunter

Bartleby

MIT Classics

Many Books

Open Textbooks BCcampus

Open Textbook Library

WikiBooks

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Directory of Open Access Journals

Scitable

PLOS

Wiley Open Access

Springer Open

Oxford Open

Elsevier Open Access

ArXiv

Open Access Library

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Cambridge in Color

Best Photo Lessons

Photography Course

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Guitar Lessons

Piano Lessons

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probably what I love most about young justice is how it perfectly conveys how fucking extra the bats are. like yeah that guy has gills and that guy’s a clone and she’s from fucking mars but y’know who’s an actual trip? y’know who’s an absolute goddamn nightmare?

Robin.

he’s not an alien. he doesn’t have any meta abilities. by all accounts he is a 13 year old child except his dad is fucking batman and he has all this custom built tech and crazy acrobatic skills and sometimes he just fucking vanishes without a word. like none of the team could even tell you what colour his eyes are and that is just the way he likes it.

the fucking bats man

I dunno if this is a hot take or what but it would have been infinitely more fun if demigods were obviously eldritch in nature. just...very off-putting. weird eyes, weird blood, they just feel wrong to mortals, even if they cant see through the mist.

Demigods are half divinity. Half burning immortality and golden blood wrapped in fragile human skin. You can see it, sometimes, if you look close enough. Their skin seems barely able to contain all of them and their eyes burn with it. Perseus Jackson's got eyes too green and Leo Valdez's skin ripples with flame. Piper McLean's tongue drips gold and Hazel Levesque always looks like she could turn to dust any second. Jason Grace tastes like lightning and feels like a thunder cloud, while Frank Zhang's bones seem to shift under his skin constantly.

Demigods, godlings, are the foot soldiers of the gods. They are born for death and bloodshed in a never-ending war, whether they like it or not. Mortals can see that. They can see they way they ripple and move, like a mirage on a hot road. Demigods are meant to straddle the line, so they can never be truly normal to either side. Never belong to either. Not truly a god, but never just a mortal.

Sometimes, a mortal lover can brush their hand up against their demigod beloved and find nothing but air, their hand ghosting through skin like they were made of smoke and ash. Demigods don't seem real, don't feel it either and people notice. They keep quiet though, and watch them. Moving like shadows through water, never quiet corporeal.

Larger than life, ready to erupt and maybe that's why demigods die young. Not because of monsters, but because they are not built to last. They are made from gold ichor, and belief that has existed for thousands of years. But they are also made from flesh and blood. And that makes them unstable. Fragile.

Ready to spark and burn and die like a flare at a moment's notice.