#Classroom Management Principles

[drdemonprince]

hi Dr Devon, do you have any books/articles/etc to recommend for someone who wants to learn high school classroom management skills, with some general regard for disability accommodation?

I recommend reading unschooling approaches and Pedagogy of the Oppressed and rethinking the goal of classroom management / compliance altogether!

[visenyaism]

which bg3 companion do you think would be the worst school teacher?

let’s get it on the board:

10. Unquestionably Astarion. he has no patience, is extremely prickly, is always looking out for himself first, hates children, and is bad at planning. he would not want to be a teacher or attempt to do it unless convinced through some kind of elaborate network of trickery or excessive bribery. he’s just not built for it.

9. Minthara. I debated whether to put her or Astarion last because I think that he would be worse at the job but she would probably end up causing more harm. I know she is running fascist panopticon classroom management at all times. type of person to leave the blinds shut at all times so it’s like an evil cave classroom with occasional nasty fluorescents. no one likes it in there.

8. Shadowheart. I don’t have a ton to say here I just don’t think her heart is in it. 

7. Minsc. enthusiasm can get you very very far.

6. Karlach. very very sweet and everyone loves her but also kind of scattered and goes on one billion tangents. could actually convince adolescents to enjoy gym class. 

5. Halsin. I think he would be pretty good at it but I also think a job that requires you to commit to having a routine would be terrible for him so he definitely wouldn’t stick around

4. Lae’zel. Hear me out she is extremely brusque and not always great with people, but the way that she is so straightforward and honest about her intentions, her goals, and what she’s trying to do to get everyone there would earn her a lot of respect very quickly. The people love a good clear consistent routine.

3. Jaheira. wins the award for most gay kids eating in her room at lunch. easily. never has a lesson plan but somehow her kids are always doing the best out of everyone in the building. takes no shit.

2. Gale. D1 yapper just like me for real. canonically IS a teacher. sometimes get stuck on tangents or forgets that students do not want to sit and listen to lectures for as long as he does. me personally I don’t think threatening to blow yourself up would be effective classroom management but male teachers simply get away with five times as much as they should

1. Wyll. One of the highest compliments I can give to another human being is that they would be an excellent specifically middle school teacher and I really think Wyll has the personality for it. he is so patient and warm and kind to others and unwaveringly principled AND extremely self-sacrificing so you know that admin love him. no one knows how he does it.

[haggishlyhagging]

It took about two hours for Daina Taimina to find the solution that had eluded mathematicians for over a century. It was 1997, and the Latvian mathematician was participating in a geometry workshop at Cornell University. David Henderson, the professor leading the workshop, was modelling a hyperbolic plane constructed out of thin, circular strips of paper taped together. 'It was disgusting,' laughed Taimina in an interview.

A hyperbolic plane is 'the geometric opposite' of a sphere, explains Henderson in an interview with arts and culture magazine Cabinet. 'On a sphere, the surface curves in on itself and is closed. A hyperbolic plane is a surface in which the space curves away from itself at every point.' It exists in nature in ruffled lettuce leaves, in coral leaf, in sea slugs, in cancer cells. Hyperbolic geometry is used by statisticians when they work with multidimensional data, by Pixar animators when they want to simulate realistic cloth, by auto-industry engineers to design aerodynamic cars, by acoustic engineers to design concert halls. It's the foundation of the theory of relativity, and thus the closest thing we have to an understanding of the shape of the universe. In short, hyperbolic space is a pretty big deal.

But for thousands of years, hyperbolic space didn't exist. At least it didn't according to mathematicians, who believed that there were only two types of space: Euclidean, or flat space, like a table, and spherical space, like a ball. In the nineteenth century, hyperbolic space was discovered - but only in principle. And although mathematicians tried for over a century to find a way to successfully represent this space physically, no one managed it - until Taimina attended that workshop at Cornell. Because as well as being a professor of mathematics, Taimina also liked to crochet.

Taimina learnt to crochet as a schoolgirl. Growing up in Latvia, part of the former Soviet Union, 'you fix your own car, you fix your own faucet - anything', she explains. 'When I was growing up, knitting or any other handiwork meant you could make a dress or a sweater different from everybody else's.' But while she had always seen patterns and algorithms in knitting and crochet, Taimina had never connected this traditional, domestic, feminine skill with her professional work in maths. Until that workshop in 1997. When she saw the battered paper approximation Henderson was using to explain hyperbolic space, she realised: I can make this out of crochet.

And so that's what she did. She spent her summer 'crocheting a classroom set of hyperbolic forms' by the swimming pool. 'People walked by, and they asked me, "What are you doing?" And I answered, "Oh, I'm crocheting the hyperbolic plane."' She has now created hundreds of models and explains that in the process of making them 'you get a very concrete sense of the space expanding exponentially. The first rows take no time but the later rows can take literally hours, they have so many stitches. You get a visceral sense of what "hyperbolic" really means.' Just looking at her models did the same for others: in an interview with the New York Times Taimina recalled a professor who had taught hyperbolic space for years seeing one and saying, 'Oh, so that's how they look.' Now her creations are the standard model for explaining hyperbolic space.

-Caroline Criado Perez, Invisible Women

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[jongseongsnudes]

eighteen.

warning: 👻👻👻👻 1k words.

masterlist.

“so our class president is really late for once?” your best friend chuckles, her brows raised questioningly after you and haruto had walked in together after lunch, “so... why were you with haruto? we’re on haruto’s team now are we?”

“n- no! the... the principle just wanted to talk to me and haruto. since he’s... new.”

you can’t help but gaze around the classroom, only to lock eyes with niki who was already glaring your way. like he had been since you sat down at your desk.

“alright class, we’re going to work on those exercises i gave out earlier,” the teacher says as he settles at his desk, “class president can you and... niki, since you love to sleep so much in my class anyway, go grab the new textbooks from the storeroom please?”

you’re surprised by the teacher’s choice but nonetheless, you follow the team captain out towards the corridor, trailing a few steps behind him thanks to the differences in your leg lengths.

he doesn’t speak to you the entire way, not even when you’re both inside the storeroom located at the end of an empty hallway. it’s a place you rarely get to visit, thankfully, because not only was it far away from everything but the only source of light inside barely ever did its job.

thankfully it did today.

while niki stood by the door, seemingly unbothered, you busily search for the correct textbooks because revisiting was not something you wanted. especially with the old legends attached to this place, stories of unexplainable things happening inside.

and now here you are, standing right inside of it.

“where is it where is it where is it...” you’re a mumbling mess, your poor mind praying you’d find the thing faster but to no prevail, “come on where is it...”

niki must’ve sensed your lack of luck, the boy coming over on his own to help you, letting the heavy door slam shut with a thud. you jump to the sound, your heart almost jumping out of your throat at the loss of natural light from outside.

but then you have something else to worry about... the sudden closeness between you and niki. you know it shouldn’t have affected you so much, but it did.

“where were you this morning?”

you’re almost certain that he’s irritated at something, his tone blunt and much lower compared to how he spoke to you yesterday.

“i... was doing something for the principle,” you manage to lie through your teeth, having already used the same excuse a minute earlier, “why?”

silence overtakes you both as the boy continues scanning the shelf, seemingly finding the correct words to say and to be fair, so were you. 

“i was... i was just wondering. can’t i ask a simple question!”

“w- why are you screaming at me nishimura!”

“i’m not! i was just... worried when you didn’t come to class!” the face he makes after tells you just how surprised he is at his own confession.

“well i’m fine,” you wanted run away with how much you were stuttering, awkwardness now filling the air. so you do what you’re good at, attempt to run, “i don’t think the textbooks are here... we should go back.”

you’re immediately by the door to leave... but it doesn’t open.

while you gradually freak out, niki walks over to attempt it himself. but it still doesn’t open.

he tries several more times, gripping the handle with full force to no prevail. every second that passes adds to your growing worries but the fact that your phone is in your bag... sends you on complete overdrive.

“no my phone! where’s yours niki!”

“relax,” the boy sighs for the hundredth time while reaching into his pocket, only to also make a face, “i left mine in class.”

oh how cliché.

the start to every high school horror movie.

“oh god we’re stuck in here! we’re stuck!”

“calm down miss class president, someone will-”

“no!” you’re already banging on the door, completely frantic, “we’re stuck-”

“calm down!” he suddenly cups both of your cheeks as he yells, in an attempt to keep you calm but it’s ironically doing the complete opposite. your poor heart is beating even faster than before, making you want to melt at his touch.

you don’t want to look directly at him but his hands prevented anything otherwise. unfortunately. 

“breathe... someone will come eventually. okay?”

perhaps it’s his voice and the soft look in his eyes that has you weirdly calm, your heart no longer thrashing. neither were you nervous about where you’re currently standing.

it had been a crazy 24 hours to say the least. from shopping for niki’s crush, to finding out the crush was your best friend, to getting stuck in the so called haunted storeroom with the team captain himself.

but after everything, you’ve become certain of one thing. your crush on niki nishimura. but that’s all it could ever be, a simple crush on the boy who could potentially be your best friend’s boyfriend.

“i saw you with eunji in the morning... and the gift bag. you should’ve told me she’s the one you liked, i would’ve picked out better things at the store.”

“you can’t possibly be that stupid?”

“wait- why am i stupid-”

your words are interrupted as niki leans in, his face now merely a breath away from yours. maybe you’ve been a little delusional here and there, maybe you’ve even been crazy but right now, you knew everything in front of you... was real.

the boy had closed the gap completely, pressing his lips onto yours. 

niki nishimura was kissing you.

end.

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[spoilmesweetieforficssake]

Not So Single Mom (Part 2)

Okay, so it's been a while, but as someone who likes to write fics on an actual keyboard, having a finger out of action has been a bit of a pain in the ass (as well as in the digit itself).

We're still not healed, but I can just about bend it and if I press the keys lightly not wince too much at how painful it is to type.

But anyway, pity party aside, I've missed writing and I wanted to get at least one of the fics that I have open on desktop a little nearer to completion so...we have a little part 2 of the pregnant reader (the idea for which comes courtesy of a comment from @avabartlett96).

Part 1 here

“You okay, hun?” asks Melissa, her hand finding your shoulder when she finds you still in your classroom come recess. 

You shift in your chair, trying and failing to get comfortable, shrugging off her hand as you do so.  “Just…aches and pains,” you say with a wince.  At least it’s only a half lie. 

“Anything I can do?” she asks, head tilted to the side as she takes you in.

You manage a lopsided smile as you look up at her.  “You do more than enough for me.”

She steps close, cupping your face in her hands.  “Nonsense.  You think of anything, you let me know?  ‘Kay?”

You close your eyes as she presses a kiss to your forehead, fists clenching briefly as you take a deep breath to calm yourself.

*

“Girl!”

You turn at Ava’s call.  It’s nonspecific, but with your head pressed against the cold, concrete wall as you take deep breaths, fanning yourself with the pile of photocopying you had just collected, you figure you look odd enough that she might just have noticed you. 

“You got one hot woman at your beck and call,” is what she follows up with as she approaches.  “Let her help relieve some of that tension!”

“AVA!” you hiss back, immediately straightening up.  “I’m fine!”

“I know you are,” she smirks.  “So go get some!”

“But I’m-“

“Girl, I know what horny looks like and you…”

You scowl up at her, wishing you could deny it. 

*

“Help her relieve any of that tension yet?” asks Ava as she reaches for the sugar.

Melissa frowns at the question, eyebrows furrowing as she looks at the other woman.  “What?”

“Y/N,” says the Principle.

“She said it was just pregnancy aches,” replies the red head, continuing to stir her coffee. 

Ava smirks.  “Oh, she achin’ for something alright.”

*

Melissa doesn’t often dwell on many of the things that Ava says, but she dwells on this.  Spends a lot of her afternoon thinking about it.  If she’s honest, it’s a subject she’s been thinking about for a long time, but you’re both taking things at your pace.  She understands that your body is going through a lot of changes, that your feelings are mercurial at best and though she’s often wondered what it might feel like to do more than kiss you, she doesn’t want to push.  She may not exactly be known for her patience, but when it comes to you, she can always find some.

Walking to your classroom after the final bell, however, she finds Ava’s words still going round in her head.  “Hey,” she smiles from the doorway of your classroom, waiting for you to look up and return her smile before entering.  “You wanna come over tonight?” she asks.  You’d spent a few nights at home recently, and if she’s honest, she’s missed you.  “I could cook?  You could relax?”

She watches as you bite your lip, looking torn.

“Talk to me?” she asks, coming to perch on the edge of your desk. 

Your cheeks flush and you duck your head.

“Hormones?” asks Melissa, watching as you nod quickly.  “Ones that make you not want to cry?”

Again, you nod, your cheeks only becoming a deeper shade of red. 

“Ones that…”

“I’m horny all the damn time!” you hiss, missing the way Melissa’s eyes widen at your sudden admission.  “And it sucks because I don’t want the first time I have sex with you to be because I can’t control myself thanks to this little freeloader.”  Refusing to meet her eyes, you also finally admit what thus far you’ve been too scared to tell her, “And I also don’t want the first time I have sex with you to be when I’m like this…”  You gesture down at your ever-growing bump.

“By this, you mean beautiful?” offers the red head, her voice soft and warm.

You shake your head.  “I’m not beautiful.”

“You are beautiful,” repeats Melissa, shifting from her perch on your desk to squat down next to you, swivelling your chair so she can look up and meet your eyes.  She reaches up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear.  “You are beautiful to me,” she tells you.  “Right now, as you are.”

“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve pictured you between my legs, your eyes looking up at me?  I won’t even be able to see you face with this speedbump in the way.”  You watch as her eyes widen, and gasp.  “I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

“Yeah,” she nods, her voice suddenly a little shaky.  “And don’t you dare try to take it back.”  She rests her hands on your knees, using them to help her stand.  She leans back against your desk, wheeling you on your chair to sit between her legs, reaching out until she can rest her hands comfortably on your bump.  “First, this little Tesoro is very dear to me so let’s not be calling her names.  Second, I’ll wait until you’re ready, but hun, if you’re suffering, let me help.”

You whimper and she leans down to kiss you.  The contact is electric for you and without thinking, you fist your hand in her shirt.

She pulls back, surprised at the ferocity.  “You need it bad, don’t you?”

In answer, you just pull her in and kiss her again.

“Would you be happier at your place or mine?” she asks, the words whispered against your lips as you take moment to catch your breath.

“Yours is closer,” you breathe, blushing at her raised eyebrow.  “Fuck!  Sorry!  It’s not meant to sound like I’m desperate and anything will do.”  You drop your head, finding it easier to speak when you weren’t looking at her kiss bruised lips and flushed face.  The way her chest rises and falls rapidly as she catches her breath only serving to distract you further.  “I’ve been trying to…you know, take the edge off on my own.  It’s only when I think of you that I even get close.”

You feel strong, capable hands cup your cheeks, forcing you to look up and meet her brilliant green eyes.  “How about you let me show you what the real live version can do?”

[puckspoetry]

DPS: Todd, Neil, and Keating

Todd and Keating’s relationship is a hesitant one to begin with which is not an uncommon theme with Todd. Later in the film, it is established that Todd has a troubled relationship with his parents which is expressed to Neil during the Desk Set Scene. As we know, Todd is a shy soul and tends to avoid conflict and interactions. In direct opposition, Mr Keating is a vivacious teacher with a passion for poetry and literature. He immediately notices Todd’s reserved nature and makes it his priority to bring him out of his shell.

Keating eventually manages to do so by making Todd create poetry on the spot. From this moment on, Todd and Keating develop a bond dedicated to appreciation and understanding. But it doesn’t stop here, Keating’s impromptu poetry session unlocks something within Todd. Keating and Todd have a subtle father-son bond which stems from Todd’s lack of affection and care from his own father. With Todd now more comfortable in class, his relationship with Keating is able to flourish.

We see this reflect similarly with Neil. Neil is shown to be an actor forced to conform by his father and his expectations. Keating is openly progressive and advocates for freedom and free thinking. Neil’s struggles with his father bring him to Keating who encourages Neil to pursue acting and to do what makes him truly happy. When Neil’s father disallows him to act, Neil once again turns to Keating. Mr. Keating is an understanding person and Neil’s problems with his own father leads him to view Keating as a parental figure.

Both Todd and Neil search for similar things within Keating; they both long for an accepting world and an escape from their own familial problems. Whilst both characters are portrayed differently, Neil and Todd are more alike than what meets the eye. They both struggle with the pressure of their parents and long for artistic freedom and turn to the very best person they could think of.

Keating brings both boys a sense of self and encourages them to live to their true aspirations. However, where Neil and Todd begin to contrast each other is their dealings with Keating’s messages. Neil can no longer handle the pressures of his father and after having his life planned out for him, he takes his own life. Neil takes Keating’s message of “carpe diem” to heart and refuses to live a life that is not his own so he ultimately ends it.

After the news of Neil’s suicide and Keating’s termination, the Dead Poets are forced to sign a confession claiming that his death is a direct result of Keating’s teachings. This sits right with none of the Poets (with the exception of Cameron) but they all sign the form as a result of none other than pressure and expectation. Todd is seen to take Neil’s death hard and when Keating returns to the classroom to collect his things, Todd implements Keating’s teachings by confessing that Neil’s death was not his fault and that he was forced to sign the form. Todd has seized the day in his own way by breaking out of his quiet bubble and defending the beloved teacher. He risks his future at Welton and ignores his social anxiety all for the benefit of Mr. Keating.

Both Todd and Neil show how versatile teachings can be and how the same principle may result in different outcomes. Neil and Todd both fulfilled what they believed to be “seizing the day” yet went about it in highly contrasting ways.

~

Neil and Todd are so 🙁

Cameron is so 🤓☝️

[v3nusxsky]

Darling 18+

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*A/n~ I’ve never written smut before and this is my first fic I’m posting here so any pointers would be appreciated*

Prompt~ reader is teasing Larissa until she snaps giving into her own wants. Smut fic.

Tw~ NSFW (finger!ng) (sub reader/dominant Larissa) (mommy k!nk) (spank!ng) (swear!ng) (eating out) (thigh r!d!ng) (strap)

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Fingers tugged at your hair absentmindedly throwing it up In a bun on top of your head. Pieces of your fringe fell to cup your cheeks as you sighed. Today had been nothing short of stressful. You love your job, of course you did but that didn't mean it didn't come with its own challenges. You'd been teaching outcast history at Nevermore now for 3 years, so of course you knew certain points in the semester was hell. The teaching itself is wonderful, you love passing on your knowledge to your students. You can't help but find it fascinating to talk about of the different kinds of outcasts, the challenges they face, how they came to be and the relations between Outcast and Normies. But the paperwork? Now that was tiresome and quite frankly boring as hell. But still you did try your best to stay caught up on it so it didn't take all the joy from your days. However the past few months really you'd neglected your paperwork in favour for something else. Or rather someone else.

A certain stunningly tall principle offered a great distraction these days. In fact she's the reason you had paperwork overflowing from your desk. Over your years here you watched as a tentative friendship blossomed between you and Larissa. Often most weekends you'd go to her office to drink wine and relax by the fire. It's one reason why you have grown to long for the weekends. Recently those evenings had included some harmless flirting between the pair of you. It was no secret you had eyes for the fairer sex however when you found out Larissa was the same you honestly choked on the wine you had swigged. You hadn't expected her to be interested in women or well rather anyone. If anything she seemed married to her job. She loved Nevermore and it's students more than anything else. It was endearing to see the determination and care she put in every day to be the best principal Nevermore had ever seen.

You made your way to the desk and decided to start from the bottom. This way you knew no matter how much you managed to complete tonight before you passed out from exhaustion, you wouldn't miss any deadlines. You're classroom was peacefully silent apart from the gentle scratching of pen against paper. You couldn't help but allow your mind to wonder to your boss. After all you were completing these with the upmost care making sure everything was legible, aiming to reduce the stress she would have. You'd spent many night's listening as she would whine about messy plans submitted from teachers. Your mind wandered to the previous night. The flirting had an affect on you, you were starting to think Larissa knew that. Secretly enjoyed flustering you. You couldn't help the small smile that overtook your lips as you recalled one of your favourite moments. You were sitting in a comfortable silence watching the flickering flames dance together. Only when you'd taken a big swig of your wine did Larissa lean over and whisper in your ear "you look absolutely ravishing love" causing you to cough and splutter on the wine as a bright red blush adorned your cheeks. Larissa couldn't help blur chuckle are the response you gave. It pleased her to no end knowing she had this effect on you.

As if the women on your mind knew you were thinking of her, your phone lit up with a text from her.

"Y/n can you come to my office? I'm feeling quite stressed and I would benefit from your help." You know what they say curiosity killed the cat, that's why you found yourself walking the familiar route to her office. Paperwork forgotten. Once you reached her doors that clearly stated "principle L. Weems" on a thick golden plate, you didn't even know you just pushed the doors open slightly, just enough for you slip through the gap before shutting the doors. Turning around you could see that the women had her shoulders tensed up, eyes fixed on the paper as she concentrated and her left hand balled into a fist as her right carefully scribbled down on her own work.

"Larissa?" You whispered only wishing to alert her to your presence and not spook her when she was clearly concentrating.

"Ah y/n! Please do come here darling." You couldn't help but freeze and blush at the pet name. Larissa seemed to be in a strange mood this evening as when you didn't move she barked at you in a stricter voice that was normally used with her students "now y/n!"

You couldn't help but quickly scurry to stand in front of her bowing your head in a form of an apology. "Uh sorry Larissa, what did you need?"

"Darling, I've had a stressful day" there was that name again, and you knew this fact already. I'm fact you'd had to send two of your students to her office for their behaviour today. "Now I'm sure you noticed we have a special kind of relationship and you can tell me if I'm wrong here but I think it could extend to more than friends and more than boss and employee wouldn't you agree dear?"

Eyes blinking rapidly you processed what she'd just admitted. She wanted to be more than friends? Excitement rose through you as you nodded in your agreement. "Darling, words please" she whispered holding your gaze. "I um I agree Rissa" you diverted your gaze to find your shoes not being able to contain the flush spreading over your cheeks. You had to be dreaming? Right? "Perfect! So love why don't you come and help relieve this stress?" The thickness in her voice and the glint In her eyes showing you just how badly she wanted you. God this had to be a dream. But no way would you turn this down, even if you'd wake up in an extremely frustrating state.

"Wha-what um what can I do to help Rissa?" Eggar to please the women you would only go as far as she wanted. You stood, head still tilted down waiting for instructions. Suddenly the tilting of your head wasn't to hide your blushing, no it was that of submission. Unknown to you this pleased Larissa to no end. You almost dropped to your knees at her command. And the commanding tone? God you are a goner. "Come sit on my lap pet" moving to straddle her lap you rested your face in the crook of her neck. Her scent was that of floral and honey mixed together. You went limp allowing her to readjust you as she deemed fit. A little shaken breath escaped you your aching centre rested against her toned thigh.

"Now little one, I have to finish some work and your going to be a good little one and rut against my thigh hmm? I know you need me y/n. I can practically smell you as you drip onto my thigh. Before any of that I need to know you want this. If you don't this can stop now and we can just talk." The last part of her words sounded slightly unsure like she was expecting rejection. But that wouldn't come. You wanted her. Needed her. And most importantly you wanted to help her destress. If this was what she wanted the hell you'd happily allow it for as long as she was willing. You managed to whisper out a please which caused the women to smile and tap your hips, silently giving you permission to follow the order you'd been given. Your hips slowly rocked against her thigh, teasing yourself not that you needed to but If this was a dream then you wanted it to last forever. Soon enough whines of need and pleasure we tumbling from your lips and into her neck. Breath ticking the little hairs there. You could feel how you were soaking her strong thigh, you picked your pace up subconsciously as you grew closer to your peak. Movements become more desperate and needy as she brought a hand to your waist, fingers finding purchase there hoping to slow your movements. She was almost done and although she could let you fall over the edge now, she didn't want to. She wanted to see you as pleasure took over your every thought.

Pen now thrown down against the desk, you had her full attention as you mewled against her neck "fuck mmm Rissa I need"

"Oh darling I know what you need. But you have to earn it. Don't you want to be my good girl?" She husked out placing a gentle kiss to your head as she brought her over hand up to fully still your hips. Fuck you could cum just by that statement. You stood up on shaky legs allowing your breathing to attempt to steady itself.

"Little one, kneel" and you did just that. It was embarrassing how quickly you followed her commands. You knew you seemed like a pathetic slut but truthfully for Larissa you are just that. Normally you wouldn't submit so willingly.

Kneeling in front of her chair, face to face with her panty clad sex you couldn't help but wonder what she'd taste like. You drew your bottom lip between your teeth at the thought. Unknowing that Larissa was watching every action closely. She shifted her hips and removed her own panties as you went wide eyed. Your pupils dilated as you were now looking at her dripping pussy. You were taken there and then. The unbearable urge to just dive in between her gorgeously toned thighs. You looked up at her through your eyelids silently begging for permission to do just that.

You looked so desperate there fully clothed, hair messy and eyes clouded with desire. She couldn't help but being her hands to find purchase in your hair, giving you all the permission you needed. Larissa took a sharp breath as you gingerly licked around her soaked pussy, teasing her and just getting a taste. She was your new favourite flavour. Nothing you'd ever tasted compared to this. You'd happily eat her for the rest of your life. As you continued to explore with your tongue you were able to gage what was having the best effect. The kitten like licks lavished her clit had her gripping tighter in your hair pulling you closer in a silently plea for more.

"Fuck y/n please stop teasing me" she whimpered out between breaths. Taking this as your cue you finally allowed your tongue to explore inside her lips. The taste so much stronger caused you to moan and clench your thighs together. Wanting to be good for her you tried to ignore your own desire. Suddenly confidence overwhelmed you and you plunged two fingers into her sopping pussy, causing her to cry out a strangled moan. You were pumping your fingers in and out at a brutal pace, the primal need to make her cum driving you. Her breathing was irregular moans tumbling from her lips as you felt her thighs start to shake, tale tale signs to keep going despite the burning in your arm. You brought you mouth to her bundle of nerves and sucked. Hard. Which was what helped Larissa let go and cum hard all over your fingers that were still buried in her sex. You could feel her walls fluttering around your fingers as you helped her down from her high. Tugging on your hair was pulling you away from her, causing you to whine in protest. “Tsk, darling you are going to pay for that I thought you were going to be good for me hmm? “

"I'm sorry I just I wanted you to feel good i-"

She cut you off "I don't wish to here excuses. Y/n come lay over my lap... now!" The commanding tone once again had you falling over your own feet in an attempt to comply as quickly as possible.

You felt your dress being lifted up to your hips and your panties striped from you. The cold air hitting your pussy causing a small gasp.

"Count little one, I want you to be a good girl for me okay ?"

You nodded and waited for the blow that you knew was coming. Surely enough a firm well placed smack to your right ass cheek as you gasping out "fuck o one"

"Ow two"

"Th three"

"Oh fuck me four" your voice was quivering now as tears strolled down your face, dripping onto the floor.

"You're doing so well darling just one more okay such a good girl for me"

"F five fuck me mommy!" You all be screamed out your word's echoing off her official walls. The women underneath you froze hearing your last word. However your sluggish brain still hadn't quite caught up on what you'd said. No all you could think about was the stringing of red flesh and your own needy dripping pussy. Larissa brought her hand to rub firm gentle circles on your back as you collected your breathing. God this women would be the death of you. She'd not even touched you properly yet and yet here you were minutes away from begging her like a desperate whore.

Larissa brought you so she was able to see your face. Her thumbs wiped the stray tears that had fallen as she was overcome with the desire to kiss you. A needy breathless kiss that made you week at the knees. The kisses trailed off to your cheeks, your neck and your ear before she whispered what was quite possibly your new favourite sentence. "Can I fuck you love?" You nodded embarrassingly quick as you watched her move around. Seemingly finding what she wanted she went and locked the office door, just in case. You blushed knowing it hadn't been locked. You were lucky it was out of school hours, so no students would be around. You were captivated as Larissa stripped down slowly before slipping on the harness. A dark red colour sporting a red dildo. You were relieved to see it was roughly average size and girth. Knowing how sensitive you'd be anything bigger would've destroyed you. You didn't realise you were starring until fingers clicked in front of you. "Thought I lost you there little one, now strip. I want to fuck you" it should've been a world record for how fast you rid yourself of your bra and dress. Larissa chuckled at your eagerness and helped you up to sit on her desk. You watched with a desperate interest as she lined the toy up with your centre. Thrusting in once causing your eyes to roll back your head and your back to arch as you adjusted to her size. She was busy peppering kisses up and down the tall of your neck and over your collar bones. She knew you needed more when your hips jerked forward desperately seeking more. Only then did she pull out of you almost all the way before slamming back into you. Settling a delicious but ruthless pace. You're moans were uncontrollable by now. Loud and mumbled becoming in coherent as you began the climb to your own climax.

“Little one, if you wish to come beg me" Larissa husked at you breathing irregular due to the labour of her harsh movements.

"P pl easeee Larissa I need to cum let me cum." You all but cried out

"You're so pretty when you beg my love but same my name."

"Risaaaaaa fuck me please oh god I can't"

"No little one say. My. Name." She all but growled out at you making sure to keep you teetering on the edge of your own climax that your body desperately desired.

"Oh fuck me mommy please mommy please I need you" and with that Larissa brought a hand to your clit causing your body to throw you over the edge. Moaning desperately as you rode out your orgasm. Sweat covered your body as she pulled out of you gently causing you to whine and collapse back against the desk. Concern flashed through her eyes. Had she been too rough?

"Darling are you okay?" The concern Evident in her voice.

"Mhmmmmmmm I mm " you managed to mumble out fighting your exhausted body. Larissa had fucked you so well your body and brain couldn't keep up.

Sensing that she'd done a good job Larissa chuckled and pulled you into her arms carrying you to her quarters next door.

"Oh look at my little one, mommy fucked you well mmm?" There was a hint of pride in her tone which caused a sleepy hmm of agreement from you. You were curled up against the principle desperately wishing hoping you weren't going to wake up and this only be a dream. Exhaustion was seeping through your bones as your stubbornly tried to fight it, just in case this was a dream you didn't want it to end.

"Sleep now little one, I'll still be here when you awake darling" the soothing words and tone was all it took for you to allow sleep to take you.

Word count~ 2983

*A/n ~ never wrote smut before all that was definitely an experience such a long chapter I hope it's not too terrible for you guys*

[timhanlmacourse]

Tim Han's Career Path: Childhood, Education, LMA Course and Entrepreneurial Activities

Few names are as well-known as Tim Han in entrepreneurship and personal development. As a visionary leader, Tim's experiences, education, and business endeavors have profoundly impacted many people's lives. This article delves into Tim Han — Early Life, Educational Background, Entrepreneurial Ventures and more.

Tim Han—Biography and Early Life

The story of Tim Han starts in the vibrant metropolis of London, where the seeds of tenacity and will were nurtured. Even though there are still many unanswered questions regarding his early life, it is clear that Tim faced and overcame challenges that molded his personality and inspired his goals. The difficulties he faced during his early years served as the furnace that shaped his unshakeable character.

Tim's challenges in life did not stop him; rather, they served as stepping stones to his success in the future. His classroom was the streets of London, where he learned principles that would eventually find their way into his lectures on personal development. Tim's early upbringing gave him a deep awareness of the human experience and the tenacity required to manage its intricacies, laying the groundwork for him to become the visionary leader he would be.

Tim Han's Qualifications for School

Tim Han is dedicated to improving himself not only in life but also in his academic pursuits. His choice to pursue an education indicates his conscious decision to arm himself with the know-how and abilities required for his audacious plans. Tim became well-versed in business and psychology, realizing the value of comprehending the workings of the corporate world and the workings of the human mind.

Tim used his school background as a compass to help him understand the elements that go into both personal and professional success. Equipped with a strong grasp of psychology and business, he was ready to set out on a quest that would completely alter the course of human growth.

As a forward-thinking leader, Tim Han used his academic endeavors to close the knowledge gap between theory and practice by converting information into practical tactics. In addition to deepening his awareness, his dedication to learning served as the foundation for his desire to assist others in achieving self-realization and fulfilment.

Tim Han's Business Initiatives

His venture into entrepreneurship marked a turning point in Tim Han's life. Having seen the life-changing potential of personal growth, he started Success Insider, an initiative that helps people reach their goals and discover their hidden potential. Through Success Insider, Tim became a global influencer, interacting with people from all origins and cultures. Tim Han LMA Course — A Visionary Leader in Personal Development, his knowledge and provide doable advice for personally and professionally advancing.

In summary

When we peel back the layers of Tim Han's life, we find a remarkable man whose upbringing, education, and business endeavors play a significant role in his success. Tim's narrative is of tenacity, never-ending education, and a strong dedication to empowering others. In Tim Han, we find a beacon of guidance and a visionary leader whose journey encourages us to go out on our journey of personal growth and discovery as we traverse the landscape of personal development.

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

[CN] Victor’s Carbon Pen and Glass Bead Event (Day 6)

⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for content yet to be released on the global server! ⌚

✦ thursday || friday || saturday || sunday || monday || tuesday || wednesday

【High School Affiliated to Loveland University Second Year (Section 1) Semester Schedule - Tuesday】

✄┈┈┈┈┈┈

[MATH]:

Beginning with the morning self-study session, Old Gao naturally walks into the classroom, naturally hands out an impromptu quiz, and naturally starts grading the papers.

“Where’s Empress Dowager Hu? Has Old Gao ‘usurped the throne’?”

Victor remains as immovable as a mountain. After coming up with a tentative answer to the questions in his heart, he immediately takes out the exercise books for the other subjects–– realizing that if he doesn’t start now, he won’t have any opportunity to write throughout the day.

“Our Vic seems to be working hard. He’s even expanding into other subjects in the morning math study session.”

Old Gao unfolds the exam papers with a bright smile, “Children, your homeroom teacher is on leave today, so you’re all mine.”

“And of course, the evening self-study session also belongs to me.”

—

[MATH]:

Observing Old Gao’s extraordinarily casual explanation of the complex question and his naturally upturned lips, Victor very cautiously and deliberately marks this question— 

There’s an 80% chance it will appear in the end-of-month exam.

—

[SPORTS]:

Strange Tales of Loveland High School Five (V):

Upon the completion of the weekly one-kilometer fitness test, the running track would give rise to peculiar species contorted in various poses.

Pale and gasping for air, they would be in desperate need of water. Yet, among them would be rare individuals with handsome and exquisite appearances who would continue to carry themselves with grace.

“Whew, still alive.”

The next second, Victor’s face turns slightly pale. He notices the PE teacher bringing out the sit-and-reach apparatus.

—

[PHYSICS]:

After enduring an exceptionally dreadful “knowledge oppression,” Victor decides to broadcast some relaxing content during today’s lunchtime radio session.

In harmony with the melodious Symphony No. 41 in C Major, he begins reading excerpts from the Homeric epics.

—

[CHEMISTRY]:

“A and B might have an innate tendency to react when brought together, although the time for their reaction differs. C and D will never yield any results no matter how long they’re together, and E needs to be catalyzed to have any connection with F. 

Many things in the world are like this, and in reality, human connections follow the same principle. You require a significant amount of destiny to have that serendipity with someone.”

Hearing the teacher say this, Victor’s mind is filled with a distant silhouette.

—

[CHINESE]:

“Sir Vic, do you really think the world will end in 2012?”

“What do you think the apocalypse would look like?”

Victor doesn’t say anything. He simply reaches into his desk and takes out a math book in a very natural manner.

Amidst a chorus of agonized groans, that man walks in once again.

If the apocalypse were to happen, it would probably be a day filled with eight consecutive math classes.

—

[ENGLISH]:

A comforting listening test.

Brother Ying, in a rare feat, has managed to secure the computer lab,  so he assigns something practical for everyone to do.

—

[BIOLOGY]:

The power that erupts from silence should not be underestimated. 

— After the teacher’s first burst of anger, the biology class has a 100% attendance rate.

—

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✧ next stop: Wednesday

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[mattapparentlystumbltourneys]

BRACKET REVEAL

Alright. At long last, I present to you the bracket...or should I say...*BRACKETS* for the Virtual Character Tournament!

Given the scale, the first round is going to be one bracket per week, 4 a day, with each lasting 24 hours. I know that this is still tight, but given how many contestants there are, along with the necessary inclusions of images and propaganda (oh and I guess also my job), it's what I can do to keep this semi-manageable. There's also no redemption round this time. It's gonna be a single elimination tournament. Be kind to your peers. This is not but a drop in the infinite ocean of the internet.

...oh yeah the brackets themselves. We'll be going in order over the course of 4 weeks. I'll make proper announcements for them as they commence. Given how many there are and what I want to get done beforehand, Bracket 1 will likely begin some time this week. But for the matchups...

Bracket 1:

Hatsune Miku (Vocaloid) vs. Elohim (The Talos Principle)

Flame (Yu-Gi-Oh! VRains) vs. The Supervisor/Mouthless (Tenkuu Shinpan)

XANA (Code Lyoko) vs. MetalMan.EXE (Mega Man Battle Network)

9-Jack-9 (Zot!) vs Poppy Pipopapo (Kamen Rider Ex Aid)

Sage (Sonic Frontiers) vs Mektryllis (Fate/Extra CCC)

Dot Matrix (Reboot) vs V Flower (Vocaloid)

Wizardmon (Digimon) vs Delta (Red Vs. Blue)

Sora (Ever17) vs Kasane Teto (UTAU)

The Doctor/EMH (Star Trek Voyager) vs Crash (Awful Hospital)

Burroughs (Shin Megami Tensei IV) vs Quorra (Tron Legacy)

The Machine (Person of Interest) vs The Rocket Dex (Pokemon)

P03 (Inscription) vs. M.X.E.S (FNAF Security Breach: Ruins)

Hakuno Kishinami (Fate/EXTRA) vs Data Riku (Kingdom Hearts)

Samaritan (Person of Interest) vs ART (The Murderbot Diaries)

Cortana (Halo) vs M-Bot (Skyward)

Mitsuko Miyazumi (Archer) vs Ritsu (Assassination Classroom)

Bracket B:

Ene (Kagerou Project) vs The Thunderhead (Arc of a Scythe)

Amadeus (Steins; Gate 0) vs D.O.M (The Adventure Zone)

AM (I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream) vs Theo (Meta Runner)

Colonel.EXE (Mega Man Battle Network) vs Daia (Kiratto PriChan)

Agumon (Digimon) vs The Bobbiedots (FNAF Fazbear Frights)

Felix the Desktop Cat (Real Life) vs SHODAN (System Shock)

MegaMan.EXE (Mega Man Battle Network) vs Church (Red vs. Blue)

Shepherd (ENA) vs Dr. Coomer (Half Life VR But the AI is Self-Aware)

Sophie/Sophia (Persona 5 Strikers) vs Dizzy (Beyblade)

Miss J/SCP 5094 (SCP) vs Ultraman X (Ultraman X)

SAYU (No Straight Roads) vs Falulu (Pripara)

Incarceron (Incarceron) vs Benry (Half Life VR but the AI is Self-Aware)

Lea (Crosscode) vs Kiracchu (Kiratto PriChan)

Dragon (Prahumans) vs Murder-Bot 2.0 (The Murderbot Diaries)

Ai (Yu-Gi-Oh! VRains) vs Glitch Slime (Slime Rancher)

Eris (Wolf 359) vs Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club)

Bracket III:

Hera (Wolf 359) vs Shin AI (Your Turn to Die)

Alba (Star Twinkle Pretty Cure) vs The Denpa Men (The Denpa Men)

Guy (Free Guy) vs EDI (Mass Effect)

Aetna (Lore Olympus) vs Yui (Sword Art Online)

Nicole the Holo-Lynx (Archie Sonic) vs Gabumon (Digimon)

Jacqueline Box (Pripara) vs Mamechi (Tamagotchi)

Vanellope von Shweetz (Wreck-It Ralph) vs Cleverbot (Real Life)

The Phantom Virus (Scooby-Doo) vs Chiaki Nanami (Danganronpa)

Alter Ego (Danganronpa) vs Digit (Cyberchase)

Simulcast (Reflection TTRPG) vs SARA (Toonami)

Lumina Ichihoshi (Dig Delight Direct Drive DJ) vs The World Machine (OneShot)

Rumble McSkirmish (Gravity Falls) vs Holly (Red Dwarf)

HAL 9000 (2001: A Space Odyssey) vs Samantha (Her)

PAMA (Minecraft Story Mode) vs Noah Kaiba (Yu-Gi-Oh!)

Agent Smith (The Matrix) vs O.R.C.A (Splatoon)

Spunc (Alpha Betas) vs Porygon (Pokemon)

Bracket Delta:

GIFanny (Gravity Falls) vs Coco (Aikatsu Friends)

Vic Fontaine (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine) vs Red One (The Last Angel)

Glitchtrap (FNAF Help Wanted) vs Holo (My Holo Love)

Avina (Mass Effect) vs Light Hope (She-Ra)

Motherboard (Cyberchase) vs Aya (Green Lantern: The Animated Series)

Bonzi Buddy (Real Life) vs Tama (AI The Somnium Files)

Dragon (Worm) vs Bip (Runway to the Stars)

Failsafe (Destiny) vs J.A.R.V.I.S (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Aiba (AI: The Somnium Files) vs CanHaz (DC Comics)

SAYER (SAYER) vs Fey (Welcome to Night Vale)

Buddy (Buddy Simulator 1984) vs Ziggy (Quantum Leap)

Maggy (Hellspark) vs The Squip (Be More Chill)

Lyla (Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse) vs Durandal (Marathon)

Beta Jay 137 (Ninjago) vs Zero III (Zero Escape: Virtue's Last Reward)

Sergey Ushanka (The Magnus Archines) vs Demetra (Spy Kids 3: GAME OVER)

Alie (The 100) vs Lil' Hal (Homestuck)

As always, thank you for bearing with me during this long and arduous process. Sorry for the hassle, and be prepared, as it is almost upon us.

[voxofthevoid]

Hi Vox, 15? I'm very curious about what you mean by "object lessons".

Thanks for asking 💙

15. i'll be the star (you can be the horrified one)

Gojou is sixteen and freshly a god when he challenges the strongest sorcerer in the world. Yuuji, reminded uncomfortably of Sukuna’s arrogance, teaches him a few object lessons.

The object lessons are a bit of rape, a bit of torture...

This AU can be tamely described as the result of my ardent effort to write goyuu noncon with Gojou as the victim in a canonverse setting while accommodating both his near-invulnerability and Yuuji's moral character. I managed, just barely, with an extensive blend of role reversal-related character development for Yuuji and the right (or very wrong) mix of circumstantial factors.

I won't drop full-on rape on you, so here are my notes for the first chapter, which sets the whole thing up:

A freshly awakened Gojou challenging Yuuji

G barging into the classroom Yuuji’s occupying—looking over the first years’ paperwork or something. Challenging him, but Yuuji’s like “Hello, Satoru, it’s been a while. How have you been?”

Brief conversation about Yuuji having spent most of the last year not in the school, the PV mess, Y apologizing for it. G furiously changing the subject back to a fight, and Y goes “I don’t have time for a spar right now—maybe the weekend.” Gojou saying he wants Yuuji to fight him for real; he’ll wait, that’s fine. Y saying he’ll spar G any time, but he doesn’t fight fellow sorcerers.

G becoming a pest and going “Don’t give me that sanctimonious shit; I swear Suguru got this from you.” Y saying Suguru came by his principles honestly. You could use some. Gojou groaning, hopping up on the desk, and declaring he won’t move until Yuuji agrees.

Y asking why it’s so important to him. G actually pausing to think and put his thoughts into words—Everything’s too easy now. Nothing’s a challenge. Even Suguru can’t touch me now, sensei. I want to see if you can. Y astutely pointing out G doesn’t really believe he can. G saying well, Y’s held the mantle of the strongest for a long time now; isn’t it time to hand it over? Y’s smiling, but it’s strange; there’s something in his eyes Gojou hasn’t seen before. Asks “so you want a good fight and to confirm you’re the strongest of sorcerers?” Gojou drawling out a yes.

Yuuji agrees; Gojou surprised despite getting what he wanted. Asks, really? And Yuuji stands, cups G’s nape, and says: “I’m a teacher, Satoru. I have a duty to guide, and I think there are still some lessons only I can teach you. Meet me at the clearing by the river—you know the one?” “Our clearing,” Gojou says—where Y used to indulge Satoru’s incessant need to challenge him before Yuuji’s work commitments pulled him away and Suguru grew to fill that void for a challenge in Gojou’s life. Y smiles, squeezes his nape, and leaves. Something strange in Gojou’s stomach—unease.

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[daughterofthereaper02]

Honorable Discharge

Pairing(s): Hangman x Rooster x Bob x F! Veteran! Teacher! Reader

Summary: After being honorably discharged, you began to teach at the high school near TOP GUN. Your soulmates were gone for a bit but your students were happy to listen, they were even happier to meet them with everyone else.

Warnings: Inappropriate jokes, PTSD and depression mentioned, cursing

You walked into your class room, your students sitting in their desks giggling. You looked at the bored, "Oh Jesus! I'm going to throw up! Get this math off my board! Eraser, quick!" You called.

A few students laughed, one tossing you the eraser. You wiped it down, "This is a history classroom! Keep that shit outta here!" You joked to your Juniors. "Mr. Keller had to teach here last period, Ms. L/n," one of your students said. "Well, they never informed me. Tell Mr. Keller he almost gave me a heart attack, Jason," you grinned. You and Andrew Keller were friends and it was well known, they all knew he wouldn't mind.

"So, today is the pep rally, we leave this room early. I don't want to do work, you don't want to do work, so let's talk. Get to know each other a little better, yeah?" You smiled. Your U.S. History 2 class cheered, they were your last period and only U.S. 2 so you didn't mind.

“Okay, go around the room and say what you want to do when your graduate high school. Just remember, even if you chose it and it falls through, all that matters is you tried to make a plan,” You smiled, a lot of them looking more relaxed. So many people judged others when they no longer went through with it or they couldn’t, your students felt comfortable with you because you didn’t pressure them.

You listened to each student, making a little input and tips for them. The last student came up and he was cocky, looking down on you practically, “I plan to become a Naval Aviator ma’am, just like my father,” he said smugly. You grinned, “That’s a great career. I saw so much when I was one. As many know, I was honorably discharged,” you said, smiling sadly. “WHAT!?” your class shouted, making you jerk back in shock. “Shh!” You said, “Yes, I was a Naval Aviator, my call sign was Sparky. You don’t get a name you like, mine was from constantly electrocuting myself,” you chuckled, “I had bad luck then,” you told them. You moved to sit on top of your desk, “Obviously I have been teaching for two years but I went down on a mission and hit my head. Due to my injury I was honorable discharged as I could no longer fly a jet. For my safety and others,” You told them. “I will never regret it though, I met my soulmates in the military!” You grinned.

“Can we circle back to the fact you’re a badass, Ms. L/n!?” one of your female students said, making you blush. “Thank you Cassidy,” You told her, “Yes, I had an amazing career. On my downtime I did schooling to get my degree, I had it as a backup,” you shrugged. “But, my soulmates are naval aviators as well. They have been gone six months for a mission currently,” You sighed, glancing at the photo you had of them. Your students begged you to tell them stories as they looked at the photo of you four.

“Obviously you know I can’t tell you all classified information, right?” You asked and they nodded, some looking sad, “Good, just wanted to managed expectations,” you joked. You thought back to appropriate ones, telling them about the time you had a WSO and made them throw up from too many tricks, flying with each of your soulmates and Jake being the only one to scream along happily, the bet of 200 pushups from the Uranium mission.

“ATTENTION! All third floor students report to the auditorium for the pep rally,” The Principle said over the loud speaker, “That’s us kids! Go on down!” you smiled, “Can’t we stay here to hear more stories?” The future aviator said, “Nope, maybe if you all behave next week,” you smiled.

You went downstairs, your heart constricting painfully as you thought about your old career, you missed it every single day. You kept well in shape though, easily keeping up with your soulmates still. You felt so out of touch when you hung out at The Hard Deck with your friends without your soulmates, they all barely talked to you except for Maverick. You thought back to the jokes you used to crack with Phoenix, your best friend, and now she could barely look at you.

“In other news, the sex position 69 will now be 96 due to the increase costs in the economy,” She joked, you smirked, leaning over, “My vagina tried to clean its self at a inappropriate time, that's what I call a dishonorable discharge!” you joked back. You both fell over laughing and winced as Maverick smacked you both on the back of the head before laughing all over again.

You snapped yourself out of it and went by Keller, sighing, “Can this be over? I hate these things,” you grumbled. He snorted, “Yeah, but today should be better, we get to leave right after the kids, some before,” he grinned, neither of you had to stay late. “Want to come to The Hard Deck with me?” you asked, he shook his head, “Can’t, Miranda wants to go shopping for baby clothes,” he chuckled. “Enjoy it,” you told your friend, a big smile on your face that still didn’t reach your eyes. He knew you have been struggling lately with PTSD, your friends not talking to you, your soulmates being gone, and your depression, “Chin up, it will get better,” he told you softly.

You sighed as the pep rally began, your head pounding from the band as they played off key. You watched as the students began to do the games and activities, confetti cannons going off, t-shirt being thrown and teachers being pulled into them.

“We’re going to have our two veteran teachers compete against each other!” The gym teacher, Mrs. Grims said, a smirk on her face as she thought she could get you to lose against the other, “Ms. Ln and Mr. Wilks! Ms. Ln is former Naval Aviator and Mr. Wilks is former Military police!” she smiled. “Each with try to do as many pushups as possible,” and you turned to Alexander, “What the fuck? I didn’t agree!” you hissed, he looked equally as mad.

You went over and shook his hand, glad you were in flexible clothes as it was dress down day. You wouldn’t be seen sweating either like Mr. Wilks who also looked upset, who wore light grey.

You started and everyone cheered loud for you both, by 50 he started to shake, you were just breathing harder. He wasn’t keeping form at 100, “Army strong?” you joked tightly to him, and he groaned, just continuing until he collapsed. You got in more after you were told to keep going, little did you know they were getting your soulmates in and wanted people distracted. Finally, you hit 200, it was easier without being under the sun on the tarmac.

Everyone cheered and Wilks helped you up, “Good job sailor,” he joked, “Aviator to be more accurate,” you joked back.

“NOW! We have a surprise for our champion!” The superintendent said, making you look surprised. You turned and saw Jake, Bradley, and Robert standing there in their dress uniforms. You teared up and ran straight to them, throwing yourself into their arms. “For those who don’t know, Lts. Bradshaw, Floyd, and Seresin are Ms. L/n’s soulmates. They have been overseas for six months now, serving this country. Welcome home, aviators!” The superintendent cheered.

You were trying to not cry but smelling their colognes made you feel like all that emotions from before were silly, you had them now. “Welcome home!” You smiled, looking up at them with love. “You can go home early, Y/n,” the Superintendent told you and you nodded, you grabbed your stuff from next to Alexander, “Have fun, Y/n!” he grinned. You smiled brightly and once you got them to your car, you kissed each of them deeply, “I missed you all so much!”: you told them. “Phone calls weren’t enough...” you smiled, knowing you couldn’t ask them to not go anymore, you would never hold them back.

Let’s just say, once you got home after giving them a good welcome home, you cuddled them and were held for a long time. You were feeling better already.

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[emerald-ocelot]

I've had like a billion mcsm dreams and they're always insane in the funniest possible ways

First off I had one where Jesse and Lukas went to highschool with me and I was in my actual real life Literature teacher's classroom and she called me up to give me razor blades for some reason (???) and then told me to take Lukas with me to the front office?? I took him and the principle pulled out a piece of paper and started interrogating us bc apparently Lukas wrote "green mold" on the paper. She was like "green mold has a very distinct color, what is it??" And me and Lukas both said white and she was like yeah 🤬 and explained that green mold was a slang word for a certain other white substance. uh. apparently. I was so confused but she just made Lukas apologize and then we went back to class where our literature assignment for the day was to make a wings of fire oc. Also my teacher confiscated my razor blades she gave me because she "realized they were dangerous." 💀

Second one I wrote down was that Netflix had recently tried to get the rights to make a new season of mcsm and they wrote a bunch of scripts for it but they ended up getting leaked. A bunch of people were making like reading videos of the scripts and I was watching them and in one of the episodes Jesse and Petra kissed (real) and the whole plot of it was that Jesse was trying to become the next queen Elizabeth????? Then in another episode they were running away from a monster that was supposed to be a representation of periods????? 😭😭😭😭😭😭And they kept making jokes making fun of Ben Shapiro it was so funny and confusing and I don't even know dude what is wrong with my brain

Then the most recent one I had there was this ender dragon egg that would turn any mcsm character into a wither storm version of themself and Lukas managed to get it and turned himself into a wither storm and it looked sooooooo weird.💀It was like a chunk of gold and other blocks with like 5 of his heads attached and for some reason I was holding one of his heads and I threw it at him???? Idk man

Honorable mentions:

A dream where Lukas turned into a corkboard

A dream where Kurtis Conner and Danny Gonzalez were in mcsm but they were Mario for some reason

A dream where I found a giant cardboard cutout of Lukas in the(???) mayor's office

A dream where my dad was holding a hedgehog and it caught on fire and then my sibling caught on fire and then Lukas appeared and caught on fire

[katerpotater]

10 PRINCIPLES OF GOOD PARENTING

What you do matters. Whether it's your own health behaviors or the way you treat other people, your children are learning from what you do. "This is one of the most important principles," Steinberg explains. "What you do makes a difference…Don't just react on thespur of the moment. Ask yourself, What do I want to accomplish, and is this likely toproduce that result?"

You cannot be too loving. "It is simply not possible to spoil a child with love," Steinbergwrites. "What we often think of as the product of spoiling a child is never the result of showing a child too much love. It is usually the consequence of giving a child things inplace of love -- things like leniency, lowered expectations, or material possessions."

Be involved in your child's life. "Being an involved parent takes time and is hard work, and it often means rethinking and rearranging your priorities. It frequently means sacrificing what you want to do for what your child needs to do. Be there mentally as well as physically." Being involved does not mean doing a child's homework -- or correcting it. "Homework is a tool for teachers to know whether the child is learning or not," Steinberg says. "If you do the homework, you're not letting the teacher know what the child is learning."

Adapt your parenting to fit your child. Keep pace with your child's development. Your child is growing up. Consider how age is affecting the child's behavior. "The same drive for independence that is making your 3-year-old say 'no' all the time is what's motivating him to be toilet trained," writes Steinberg. "The same intellectual growth spurt that is making your 13-year-old curious and inquisitive in the classroom also is making her argumentative at the dinner table."

Establish and set rules. "If you don't manage your child's behavior when he is young, he will have a hard time learning how to manage himself when he is older and you aren't around. Any time of the day or night, you should always be able to answer these three questions: Where is my child? Who is with my child? What is my child doing? The rules your child has learned from you are going to shape the rules he applies to himself. "But you can't micromanage your child," Steinberg notes. "Once they're in middle school, you need to let the child do their own homework, make their own choices and not intervene."

Foster your child's independence. "Setting limits helps your child develop a sense of self-control. Encouraging independence helps her develop a sense of self-direction. To be successful in life, she's going to need both." It's normal for children to push for autonomy, says Steinberg. "Many parents mistakenly equate their child's independence with rebelliousness or disobedience. Children push for independence because it is part of human nature to want to feel in control rather than to feel controlled by someone else."

Be consistent. "If your rules vary from day to day in an unpredictable fashion or if you enforce them only intermittently, your child's misbehavior is your fault, not his. Your most important disciplinary tool is consistency. Identify your non-negotiables. The more your authority is based on wisdom and not on power, the less your child will challenge it."

Avoid harsh discipline. Parents should never hit a child, under any circumstances, Steinberg says. "Children who are spanked, hit, or slapped are more prone to fighting with other children," he writes. "They are more likely to be bullies and more likely to use aggression to solve disputes with others."

Explain your rules and decisions. "Good parents have expectations they want their child to live up to," he writes. "Generally, parents over explain to young children and under explain to adolescents. What is obvious to you may not be evident to a 12-year-old. He doesn't have the priorities, judgment, or experience that you have."

Treat your child with respect. "The best way to get respectful treatment from your child is to treat him respectfully," Steinberg writes. "You should give your child the same courtesies you would give to anyone else. Speak to him politely. Respect his opinion. Pay attention when he is speaking to you. Treat him kindly. Try to please him when you can. Children treat others the way their parents treat them. Your relationship with your child is the foundation for her relationships with others." For example, if your child is a picky eater: "I personally don't think parents should make a big deal about eating," Steinberg says. "Children develop food preferences. They often go through them in stages. You don't want to turn mealtimes into unpleasant occasions. Just don't make the mistake of substituting unhealthy foods. If you don't keep junk food in the house, they won't eat it. The truth is, change is hard, and it’s going to take time. The sooner you begin to hold your child accountable for their behavior by helping them learn - and practice - better problem-solving skills, the better off your family will be. This will give your family a fantastic foundation for all the years to come.

[makers-muse]

Unleashing Creativity: Teaching Web Development Basics

Gaining a foundational understanding of web development is becoming just as important for students as traditional education in this age of digital innovation. Students’ creativity is stimulated and they are prepared for a world in which having an online presence is crucial by being introduced to HTML, CSS, and fundamental web design concepts.

Here are some methods teachers can use:

Project-Based Learning: Plan experiential learning opportunities that walk students through building a simple website. Introduce CSS for styling gradually after starting with basic HTML structures.

Platform: Use online platforms like CodePen, Glitch, or Repl.it to provide a real-time coding environment. These platforms allow students to see instant visual results as they code.

Interactive Tutorials: Introduce interactive tutorials that guide students through the basics of HTML and CSS. Platforms like Codecademy or freeCodeCamp offer step-by-step lessons with immediate feedback.

Platform: Codecademy, freeCodeCamp, and Khan Academy are excellent platforms for interactive tutorials, allowing students to learn at their own pace.

Collaborative Coding: Encourage your students to collaborate on projects during collaborative coding sessions. This encourages collaboration and facilitates peer learning among students.

Platform: Utilize version control systems like GitHub, GitLab, or Bitbucket. These platforms enable students to collaborate on code, manage versions, and receive feedback from peers and teachers.

Web Development Bootcamps: Introduce mini “BOOTCAMP” sessions where students immerse themselves in intensive, focused learning for a short period. Cover key HTML and CSS concepts during these sessions.

Platform: Platforms like Udacity, Coursera, or edX offer short-term courses and bootcamps on web development that can be adapted for classroom use.

Showcasing Web Design Principles: Teach not just the coding but also the principles of good web design. Discuss topics like user experience (UX) and user interface (UI) design.

Throughout your classes, provide fascinating information about web development. For example, did you know that the very first website ever made is still up and running? Being able to share these trivia not only makes learning more enjoyable but also piques students’ interests.

For kids, adding a foundational understanding of web programming to upper-grade courses opens up a world of opportunities. Makers’ Muse Ed-Tech provides the materials and tools required to make learning successful and interesting. Teachers may spark students’ interest in technology and equip them to become the next generation of digital landscape creators by teaching HTML, CSS, and fundamental web design principles. Together with Makers’ Muse, let’s educators take our students on this fascinating adventure that will cultivate their creativity and provide them with the tools they need to succeed in the rapidly changing field of web development.

[deathinfeathers]

//The question of wether Lute deserves to suffer for the things that she's done has always kind of stumped me bc like obviously from the perspective of a well adjusted common Jane or Joe she's fucking vile, like, up there with the worst people you will ever meet in your life. But then you have to think about the fact that the principles and standards of morality which we adhere to, that keep us from doing messed up shit, were never instilled in her, nor did she have the chance to learn by example, from a parent or a guardian or anybody really, how to conduct herself in any type of social setting outside the classroom/training grounds. She's always been under the thumb of somebody who encouraged her worst habits and inclinations. So, you have this fight dog, who's been bred to fight, raised to fight, who thinks fighting is the good and right thing to do until one day, after a hundred and thirty years of fighting, it steps out of the fight pit and suddenly it's told that it's whole way of life is nasty and fucked up.

Sometimes even I forget that she's like, an alien, even to the people of heaven. Her experiences are so far removed from the conventional that I'm surprised she's managed to form even half functional relationships with people outside her excorcist circle.