#put that on th todo list

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99 Problems: Entry #36 (Cad Bane x F!Reader)

Summary: Cad Bane is not a young man. So there's no way his breeding cycle kicked in twice in one month... Right?

Pairing: Cad Bane/F!Reader

Rating: 🌶️ Explicit 🌶️

Word Count: -4.5k

Warnings: Semi-public masturbation, phone holo sex, breeding kink, spanking, rough sex, bloodplay, mentions of pregnancy, PiV sex, droid bullying

Notes: #17 is my 2nd most liked fic so I have no choice but to listen to the people. Also welcome to the new wave of Cad Bane fuckers inspired by the latest BoBF, complementary snacks and coffee are in the back and the meeting starts at 8

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LIST OF REASONS YOURE A PAIN IN THE ASS AND I SHOULD TURN YOU IN

#36: YOU TRIGGERED MY BREEDING CYCLE TWICE IN A MONTH HOW THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT

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You are Irno Favara. You should be happy -- for the first time in a couple months, you have your ship to yourself. You should be enjoying the quiet. Cleaning your quarters. Baking a cake. Catching up on your soaps. Masturbating.

Anything but arguing with a very small, very angry droid who just finished tearing through your ‘fresher and is now rummaging through the galley.

“You’re not going to find anything because there isn’t anything!” you bark.

Todo 360 yanks the cap from a bottle of sage and dumps it all over the floor. “The only explanation for Mister Bane’s erratic behavior is you! You have done something to him and I will find out what!”

The basil is next, followed by the wedding mint. “So you’re decimating my spice rack?!”

Oregano, marjoram, parsley. At least the floor will smell nice. “It happened after you plied him with alcohol, so the only logical conclusion is that it must be some sort of herb.”

“Or he’s just being pigheaded.”

It’s been a week since you drank Cad Bane under the table, got forcibly cuddled by him, and he whispered words you never thought you’d hear from him.

You were damn sure you liked him for the sex. Understandable, really. You have stamina and a tight pussy, he’s got experience and a nice cock. You make loud, lovely music together and you look hot doing it.

And then it started. A little twinge in your chest. A little heat in your cheeks, a little roil in your belly.

You didn’t know when. You hated him for a long time, yet you just couldn’t stop thinking about him, even as you sat in the cell he put you in. His rough hands, his rumbling voice, how he’ll shoot a man dead with no hesitation. The way cold-blooded violence turned you on used to embarrass you, but you’ve come to embrace it.

Now you smile when you see him. Genuinely. He’s sharp as a whip and always has something clever to say. He’s exciting. Worldly. And he’s greedy! He’s as excited to steal things as you are! You’ve never met a man like that! He listens to your plans, tells you when an idea is dumb and comes up with a better one. And he likes what you cook. Fed men are happy men, as your mama would say.

So when he in uino ueritas-ed that he felt the same way...

The droid flies up in your face, brandishing a bottle at you. “I will not have you slander him like this!”

You get right in his ‘face’ in return. “Then tell him to man the fuck up on what he said--”

You stop as you see the bottle. A very strong, very tasty, very expensive Zeltrian saffron Nonna Favara gave you for your birthday. It’s currently being held very precariously.

Todo sees your expression and jumps to his conclusion. Faster than you can react, he zips off with it.

“No!”

You call him every name you can think of in every language you know as you chase after him. The little droid is quick and your legs can only move so fast. You’re built for sneaking, not sprinting.

You’re about to snag him when a sudden noise makes you both freeze. A high-pitched beep beep beep from the Justifier’s cockpit.

Todo glances at you, then putters up the ladder. You sigh and resign yourself to losing your saffron. You were going to make a pilaf with it, too...

Suddenly, the droid reappears at the edge of the passage. “Mister Bane would like to speak with you,” he says. He putters downward, still holding the saffron, and jabs a finger at you. ”Don’t try anything funny.”

You throw your hands up as he heads back to the galley, presumably to keep tearing through your cabinets. Whatever. You climb up the ladder and enter the Justifier’s cockpit.

You’ve never actually been in the cockpit of Bane’s ship. It’s very utilitarian, but the windscreen is big enough to provide quite the view.

The doors close behind you and you perch yourself in the pilot’s chair. “Bane?” you ask. You’re not sure where the mic or holocam is, so you just speak to empty air. “You there?”

The projector isn’t on, so you only hear his voice. “What’d ya do t’ me?!” he demands.

Your jaw drops. Not him too! “What the hell are you talking about?”

A low, rumbly noise sounds. It goes right to your core. “I know ya did somethin’ t’ me.” His voice hitches strangely. Like he’s forcing words out. “Fess up an’ I’ll make yer demise quick an’ painless.”

You were offended when Todo accused you, but him? “How stupid do you think I am?!”

He ignores you. “Knew ya were up t’ somethin’. Knew ya were too much t’ be true.” His heavy breathing echoes in the cockpit. If you weren’t pissed, you’d be aroused.

Your blood boils. “Accuse me to my face, you coward!” you hiss. You start looking for the holoprojector switch. You find it and flip it on, fully ready to give a piece of your mind. “Listen, you son of a bitch, I--”

You expect his face. Just his face, scrunched up in a scowl. And you do see it and he is indeed scowling.

But you also see that his coat is off and his shirt is rumpled, and his trousers are slung low on his hips. His cock is out and hard and he’s pumping it furiously.

Your jaw drops and your pussy twitches. So much for being annoyed.

He growls again. “I dunno what’chu did but dere’s no way dis happens twice in a month,” he spits. He swirls his thumb across his glans, toying with the slit. “Too old fer dat kinda shit t’ happen naturally--!” A sudden buck of his hips and he’s doubled over, still pumping away.

So that’s what Todo’s been seeing. “You’re fertile again?”

He glowers at you. “No, I’m jerkin’ off in an alley fer fun.” Another thrust racks him. “Fuck!”

You’re still annoyed. How dare he blame you for this? You don’t have any control over his biology. At least, you’re pretty sure that you don’t...

Actually, now that you’re thinking about it, your estrus is due to start in a few days. Your pheromones must have triggered his own hormones. It’s not unheard of for Zeltron pheromones to affect non-Zeltrons...

You’re going to keep that to yourself for now.

“I’ll meet you planetside,” you say. You fire up the navigational equipment, then pause. “...Unless you’d like help now.”

He looks up at you, eyes wide. His tongue snakes out to lick his lips, and he bobs his head.

Without a moment’s hesitation, you pull your shirt up over your head and unhook your bra. Your nipples harden in the cool air, and you gently cup your breasts.

Bane growls in appreciation as he leers at you. “Off wit’ yer skirts, too.”

“Aw, let’s not rush things.” You kick your legs up on the control panel, spread enough for him to get the slightest glimpse of your panties. “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

His lips twitch into a snarl. “You.”

“Understandable. I’m quite the looker.” You roll your nipples between your fingertips. “What is it about me?” He growls, low and wet and rumbly. Emboldened by distance, you smirk. “I’m sorry, I don’t speak Shyriiwook. Try Basic.”

His jaw clenches, but he keeps pumping his cock. “Flippin’ ya over my knee ‘til ya lose dat smart mouth.”

You jut your lower lip into a pout. “Aw, I thought you liked my smart mouth,” you say. You stick out your tongue and slowly curl it back into your mouth. “You certainly like it when it’s wrapped around your cock, sucking and licking your cum off those ridges of yours.”

He inhales sharply as he traces the peaks of the ridges. They’re dark compared to the rest of him. You can only imagine how green they are. “Yer playin’ a dangerous game, Favara.”

“You’re the one that called me.” Bane slumps backwards, his chest heaving as you shimmy out of your skirt. “ ‘Sides, that’s no way to speak to the girl you’re gonna knock up.”

His eyes widen. His jaw goes slack enough that you can see every one of his pointed teeth. Then his hips buck up and his brows knit together and his teeth clench. A strangled noise escapes him. “Don’t say dat.”

“Why? It’s clearly turning you on.” You slide your hands along your abdomen, tracing your navel. “You want to fuck me until I’m all full up with you--”

“Girlie, no,” he groans. His tongue lolls out between his fangs as he pants, hand pistoning up and down his cock.

You slip out of your panties and he groans again as you slide your fingers between your curls. “--’til it’s dripping down my legs, coating my thighs, and swelling my belly...” A little zing goes up your spine at the thought of that. You like that idea a little too much.

His eyes screw shut as he lets out a whine -- an honest-to-Maker whine -- as his hips buck up into his hand. You can only imagine what he’s wishing it was.

“Feel me clenching around you, all hot and wet, tight and slick...” You dip your fingers inside. A poor substitution for the real deal, but it’ll do.

And it does. Bane reaches a frenzy, hissing and groaning and squirming as he thrusts up. He’s sputtering words you don’t understand in between curses and prayers.

His eyes go wide. His back arcs and he gasps as seed splatters all over his shirt and hand. Even without seeing the true color, you can tell it’s fertile -- it’s thick and sticky and there’s a lot of it. Spurt after spurt in thick, stringy ropes.

You’re not sure whether to be worried or impressed. Either way, you’re turned on.

He slumps, gaze foggy, panting heavily. A few moments pass, and for a second, you worry that he’s broken. But finally he looks up at you. After a thick swallow, a tiny smile graces his lips.

You blush a bit. You like his smile. It’s oddly cute.

For a brief moment, all seems well. And then he cranes his neck to look at his shirt. Then his hand. Finally, he turns to you. His lips screw up into a snarl, and he cuts the feed.

You’re left there, sitting naked in the cockpit, blinking.

You have a bad feeling about this.

===

Cad Bane is a very, very, very unhappy man and it’s all your fault.

First, his fertile period hit again and it hit hard. Twice in one month. Not totally unheard of, but that’s in young men. Loathe as he is to admit it, he’s no spring nuna.

It popped up right in the middle of a meeting with a contact. Literally. He took off his hat to hide it. Acted like a perfect coat peg for the brief moment he stood up.

It was your fault, clearly. This never happened until you showed up. So he stumbled into an alley and called you to give you a piece of his mind and the sound of your voice was so intoxicating that he couldn't help but take care of himself right there.

His shirt was covered in semen. And it wasn’t easy to hide. The smell alone gave it away. He couldn’t walk through the streets like that, so he peeled it off and discarded it -- he really liked that shirt, too -- and walked through the streets bare-chested beneath his duster.

And now here he stands, watching the ship land, gnawing on a toothpick, thinking of all the ways he can get back at you for whatever you did.

The ship touches down, and you trot down the ramp. His cock twitches seeing you: you’re all made up, hair coiffed, wearing a dress that you weren’t before. You look ready for a date.

“Thought you’d rather have your bed than mine, so Todo’s in orbit with the Breeze,” you said. You notice his chest and blush, then frown. “Where’s your shirt?”

He’s touched that you’d remembered the nesting aspect, but only a little. It’s drowned out by the hormones telling him to rip your dress off.

“You ya gonna tell me what ya did or not?” he drawls.

You fold your arms across your chest, perfectly framing your lovely little breasts. “No, because I didn’t do anything,” you declare.

He steps close to you, his chest nearly bumping yours. You stare up at him, expression unchanging. “Givin’ ya ‘til de count o’ three. One.”

Your eyebrow quirks. “I’m not a child.”

Infuriating as it is, he loves your defiance. Makes you so much more fun to break. “Two.”

Your lower lip curls. You shift your weight to one leg, cocking your shapely hip slightly to the side. You keep staring at him. Reaching up, you pluck the toothpick from his lips and toss it away.

So be it. “Three.”

Bane snatches you by the hair and pulls you back up the ramp. You shriek and struggle, but he’s got white-hot rage on his side.

“Cad Bane, let me go!” you howl.

He drags you into the cockpit. Sitting himself down, he throws you across his lap. Pulling the knife from his boot, he slips it between your shoulder blades. You gasp and go still, only to cry out as he drags it downwards, neatly slicing through both your dress and your undergarments.

Aw, and you’re wearing the lacy ones he likes so much. Oh well.

He tosses the knife to the floor and pushes the fabric away. Sweet Maker, you’ve got such a nice ass. No matter how many times he sees it, he’ll never not be in awe.

He grabs your hair again and yanks your head up to look at him. “What’d ya do t’ me?!”

“Nothing!” you spit.

Using his thumb, he cracks the knuckles of his free hand. “Last chance, li’l lady.”

You actually spit at him. You miss, but the intent is clear.

He brings his hand down on your bare ass with a crack so loud it makes him jump. You squeal like a startled puffpig.

The handprint blooming on your ass entrances him. Red on pink. “Don’ lie t’ me.”

“I didn’t--” Crack. “--do--” Crack. “--anything!” Crack.

You squirm and shriek and whine with every hit. But you’re not trying to get away, you little masochist. He’s alright with that. Every twitch and wriggle rubs against his cock, pressing up into your warm belly.

Your ass is red as a raw steak now, and his mouth waters. He licks his lips and pulls your head back up. “Had enough?”

“Bite me!” you hiss.

He grins and drags his tongue along his teeth, feeling all the points and edges. He grips your ass tight, bunching the flesh into a thick handful.

You realize what you said. Your eyes go wide and your expression drops and his cock gets even harder. “No no no--”

You scream as he sinks his fangs into you and he damn near swoons. Your flesh is so tender, your skin so supple, your blood so sweet and warm. It’s enough to get drunk on.

He mouths it a bit before pulling back, placing a little kiss on the ring of punctures. “Ya taste good, darlin’,” he purrs.

Your eyes are wide and glassy. “I-I’m glad,” you breathe. You swallow, then blink at him. “...do it again.”

Now that’s certainly a change in tune. Not that he’s complaining.

He grabs a handful of flesh and bites again. He can only describe the resulting moan as the caterwaul of a tooka-cat in heat. He can’t bring himself to be annoyed that you’re getting off on what’s supposed to be a punishment. The only thing more satisfying than punishing you is making you cum.

He pulls away to slip his hands beneath you: one beneath your stomach to stroke himself, the other between your legs to play with your clit. He finds it easily, strokes and swirls it around with the pads of his fingers.

He laps up the little beads of blood. “Sweet li’l thing,” he slurs. “Ya make such a mess outta me...”

You reply, but he doesn’t hear you. His ears are ringing and your taste is so, so sweet...

He needs you. Right now.

Bane stands up. You fall to the floor with a squeak. He doesn’t notice, shucking his duster and peeling his trousers off. He lets out a gasp as his cock springs free. It’s harder than he’s ever seen it, his ridges plumper, his color greener.

He grabs you by the arms and hauls you upright. He pulls away the last of the fabric clinging to you and pushes your back against the glass of the cockpit windscreen.

He’s on you in a second, pinning you between his arms as he dives for your neck. You grab his breathing tubes and try to push him away, getting in a solid shove that knocks his hat off. But he’s lusting for blood and overpowers you easily.

“People are gonna see--”

You cut yourself off with a moan as he sinks his teeth into your pulse. Warm blood leaks into his mouth as his cock leaks against your belly. He groans into your neck. “Good. Let everyone know yer off-limits.”

He barely notices your gasp. He pulls away and spins you around so that your front is against the window. With his foot, he spreads your legs wide. One arm around your waist to part your folds and one arm braced against the window, he shoves his aching cock inside you.

For a brief moment, he swears he dies and goes to Paradise. You’re so tight and warm and wet and young and fertile and ready...

He buries his face in your hair as he thrusts. Low, hoarse, wheezing sounds escape him. He can’t think, can’t form a coherent thought. All that’s left for him to do is thrust and thrust and thrust until his legs give out and he’s put his baby in you.

Oh, you’re going to be so pretty. So soft. Glowing. When your belly’s all swelled up, he’ll drape you in silver and silk and show you off to everyone. Let the galaxy know that you’re his and his alone.

“Ya gonna--” His ridges catch on the edges of your entrance and his vision goes black for a moment. “Ya gonna give me what I want?”

Your moans echo in the tiny space. “Only if--” Your insides clamp around him. “--you give me--” Maker, it’s like fucking a vice. “--what I want!”

He likes it when you play along. “Can’t promise ya a li’l girl t’ play dress-up wit’, fullua. Don’t work like dat.”

Your giggle turns to a moan. “Not that.”

“Didn’t take ya fer de type dat’d want a boy.” He grabs your hips and pulls you down as he thrusts up. “Ain’t complainin’.”

“I’d be happy with either-- uhf!” He hits something soft and spongy, and you briefly spasm in his arms. “I want--something--from you!”

“An’ what’s dat?”

“Tell me you love me,” you say breathlessly.

A big red WARNING klaxon goes off in his mind, but his high brain functions are too pussy drunk to notice. He’s running on instinct now. “I love ya.”

You gasp and hiccup as he thrusts. “Again.”

“I love ya!” he growls.

“Bis!” you hiss. He has no idea what that means, but he gets the idea.

He presses his entire body weight against you, keeping you still against the glass as he fucks up into you. He puts his mouth against your ear and growls, long and low. “Yer a li’l whore an’ a cockslut an’ a minx an’ I love ya.”

Amazingly, you come undone. And it’s enough to tip him over the edge as well.

Finally, finally, finally, he climaxes. Fireworks go off in front of his eyes. Paints your insides a beautiful shade of blue as your pussy pulses, like you’re pulling every last bit of seed from him.

And just as he finishes, his legs give out. He drags you with him, and you both land in a tangled heap on the floor. He clutches you tightly, like a drowning man holding a life preserver.

Sleep laps at the edges of his mind. He’d love nothing more than to close his eyes and drift off right here...

You let out a groan, rousing him. You’re even more of a mess than he is. Mussed hair, smeared make-up, tattered clothes, covered in bite marks. You shudder and curl into a ball, hiding your eyes against your knees.

Cad Bane is not a man that feels remorse, but he definitely feels pity.

Heaving a sigh, he hauls himself to his feet. Carefully, he scoops you into his arms. You’re not heavy, and he carries you to his cabin without incident.

He slips you beneath the blankets and you burrow into them. He can’t help but smile a bit. He may have made a big mistake, but at least you’re cute.

And with any luck, you won’t remember a damn thing.

===

You wake up surrounded by soft weight and a familiar smell. No warmth, though, which concerns you. You open your eyes and are briefly surprised by unfamiliar surroundings. Where are you? What happened?

Ah, but then you remember. Mostly. Things get pretty fuzzy towards the end. After such a thorough pounding, he must have put you to bed. Awful nice of him. Suspiciously nice. You suppose it’s his way of apologizing.

You squint at the posters he has on the bunk wall. Pinups, mostly, some of them signed. No Duros ladies to be seen, though. Odd.

Speaking of missing things, a change of clothes is conspicuously absent... But it’s his cabin. He’s bigger than you. He’s gotta have something that you can wear.

So you start snooping. Opening drawers, compartments, whatever has a hinge or a handle. Looking for something, anything that could tell you more about the enigma that is Cad Bane.

To your disappointment, you don’t find much. Gun oil. Loose credits. About three different leather care kits. Bits and bobs. But you do find his shirts. All good quality and soft.

You have to roll up the sleeves, but it fits well enough. Covers all your bits. Not that you need to hide them, but you’d rather not send him into a frenzy again.

Stifling a yawn, you head into the hallway and down the ladder. The hatch at the bottom is open, and you can see into the Rashoon Breeze. The smell of freshly-brewed caf hits your nose and sets your nerves abuzz. You normally don’t do this, but...

Hooking your legs around the side, you slide down the ladder.

...and crash into Bane on the way down. Sort of. You just manage to clip his shoulder enough to knock him over.

You land on your ass and pain shoots up your spine, making you see black for a brief second. You fight a whimper by biting your lip, but it escapes anyway.

When your vision returns, Bane is standing over you, brow cocked. He’s only wearing a loose pair of slacks, showing off his scarred, toned chest. It’s quite the sight. “Y’alright, girl?”

You blink at him, pain momentarily forgotten. “Just ginchy,” you reply. You clamber to your feet and dust yourself off. You’re suddenly very self-conscious, and you try and pull the hem of your stolen shirt down to hide your pussy.

He watches you, the corner of his mouth curling up, then shakes his head. He continues on his way to the galley, and you trot behind him.

“Kitchen was like dis when I found it, but Todo’s cleanin’ it up,” he says.

You peer around him, and your jaw drops. Everything is everywhere. Pots and pans on the floor, foodstuffs spilled all over... and one little droid in the middle of it all, puttering back and forth with a broom.

You smile spitefully. “Reap what you sow, you little jerk,” you hiss.

Todo huffs at you -- you didn’t think droids could huff -- and returns to his work. Bane raises his brow again, but you just shake your head. He doesn’t push it.

He sits in the booth while you go for the caf, pouring yourself a cup into a clean mug. You take a long pull, and the bitterness gives you just the slap in the face you need.

You slide in across from him, wincing as you sit. If you weren’t looking at him, you wouldn’t have noticed, but his gaze softens slightly as he sips from his own mug.

You sit in companionable silence for a short while. He’s awfully invested in the contents of his cup, swirling it around after every sip. His cheekbones are so sharp, you notice. You try to read his face, try to see what he’s thinking, but it’s like cracking a combination lock with no numbers. Difficult, but not impossible.

“So...” you begin.

He flinches slightly, but quickly covers it. “So.”

“I think I know what made you go nuts back there.”

The tension seeps out of his shoulders. He waves his hand. Go on.

You inhale. “My estrus is due to start in a few days. My pheromones probably triggered your fertile period.”

His brows raise. “Dat somethin’ I should be worried about?”

“I’ve got an implant. Should be all set.”

Another brief silence. You watch his face again. His jaw clenches and unclenches, his gaze cast downward.

What's one more bout of risky behavior today. “Trying to apologize?” you ask.

He looks at you. Hard. Like he’s about to get angry. But as soon as it flares up, it fades and he looks away. He nods.

“For biting me?” Another nod. “And accusing me of poisoning you?” A third nod. “And making your droid go through my stuff?”

He furrows his brows at that. But just as he’s about to speak, Todo flies up into his face. “I’m still not convinced she didn’t drug you!” he says indignantly.

The anger comes out. “Can it!” he barks. “So yer de one dat messed up her kitchen?”

“He ruined my spice cabinet,” you say. “I had some expensive stuff in there.”

He gives Todo a withering look. “Keep cleanin’, ya bucket o’ bolts,” he growls. “An’ apologize t’ de lady.”

Todo huffs again. “My apologies,” he says, voice dripping with venom. He whirls around and returns to tidying up.

Bane just shakes his head. “Really oughta wipe his memory soon. He’s gettin’ t’ have a li’l bit too much character.”

You hum in agreement. You consider your caf for a moment, then look him in the eyes. “Thank you.”

He scoffs. “Fer what?”

“For apologizing.”

He heaves a sigh. He drains the last of his mug, and you watch his throat bob as he swallows. “So’re we...” His lips twitch, like he’s about to regret what he’s about to say. “We... ginchy?”

You let out a little giggle and beam at him. “The ginchiest.”

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LIST OF REASONS YOURE KIND OF USEFUL AND I SHOULD KEEP YOU AROUND

#36: YOURE STARTING TO READ MY MIND BUT THAT MIGHT GO ON THE OTHER LIST HAVENT DECIDED YET

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[shesinmy]

jjk characters who's s/o is a kpop fan (like how todo is to takada lmao)

JJK HEADCANON WITH S/O WHO'S A K-POP FAN

1. Gojo Satoru:

He would totally love that. He's a fan himself and was waiting for someone to share the k-pop world with him. And now there's you.

He would go to all the events with you. Would go crazy at the shows and would know all the lyrics and dances. Also would know all the idols and have his own favorite ones.

But don't be mistaken. This mf would be competitive. You would dispute your knowledge, your dance moves, your singing and your idols. It's the KPOP WAR (his name to your own events).

I guess that you actually have fun with your competitions events. The others around that aren't too enthusiastic about it, especially the first years.

2. Itadori Yuji:

He's not a fan like you, but knows a couple of musics and bands. He enjoys it.

He would also go to all the events with you since he enjoys the music, the dances and how funny you are when you meet your idols.

He would know the dances for sure. It's his favorite part. And would totally make choreographies together. You two would go all in: dance moves, clothes, make up. It's your own little show, putting Nobara and Megumi to watch it (hihi).

He would also listen to you blabbering about your idols, pay attention to it and give his own thoughts about it.

3. Fushiguro Megumi:

Only by imagining him made me laugh hahaahhha. This grumpy kid is not into k-pop. But would respect you, even if he doesn't understand.

Wouldn't go to all the events with you, but if you give that puppy eyes, would go to some concerts. Don't expect him to be cheerful, it's just not his personality.

NEVER would dance with you. He wouldn't even try it to begin with. He's shy, grumpy and certainly doesn't know how to move. Poor, Gumi. But would love to watch you dance for him.

If you talk to much about your idols, he would get jealous. Would never say or show it though. He would stay extremely quiet and all handsy. Shower him with kisses for me.

4. Kugisaki Nobara:

She's not like Gojo, but would have her own favorite bands and idols.

Would go only at the events that her favorites would be or promote. And would make you take loads of pictures so she can't post it in her social medias. She would take pictures with and for you too.

Battles of dance moves for sure.

Her favorite thing about the k-pop world would be the style. You two could spend hours talking and sharing the clothes, hair cuts, hair colors, accessories, photos of your idols. Would totally buy their clothes. Be ready for shopping a la k-pop.

5. Inummaki Toge:

He's just like Yuji. Would listen to it here and there and know a little bit.

Would go to the events with you, but mostly because he loves how much you smile and have fun.

Totally doing the choreographies with you. Would even choose one to be your special greeting, this cutie.

Just like Megumi, would get jealous of your love for your idols. But instead of you showering him with kisses, he would shower you with kisses so you can give him a little attention.

6. Zenin Maki:

I'm sorry for you, but it's a no. She wouldn't even understand the concept of the k-pop world to begin with. And trust me, is not something that she'd put on her to do list.

Wouldn't go to the events with you although would want to know if you had fun and if you could do all the things that you wanted to. It's her own way to participate in something important to you.

Wouldn't dance with you. Just forget it, it's not her thing. Would watch you move, but wouldn't show that she's enjoying it.

Would listen to your blabbering about your idols, but to a certain extent. After she gets tired of it, she'd just walk away or change the topic.

7. Okkotsu Yuuta:

Like Yuji and Inummaki, he listens and knows somethings here and there. But, would totally learn everything about your favourites. That's how cute and lovable this boy is.

You don't even have to tell him about the events. He would know before hand and have the tickets and information before you could even ask. Just marry him already.

Would try to learn the dance moves, but he's lack of talent for it. Although would love when you give him a little show.

Would attentive listen to all you have to say about your idols, caring to memorize somethings so would be easier to give you little surprises (like shirts, concert tickets, etc). His a very sweet boy.

I had so much fun doing this one. Sure laughed a lot imagining jjk and their relationship with the kpop world.

Hope you like it too!!!

[ecoamerica]

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[rafivadafreddy]

The Favor pt 2

Rafael Barba x Amelia Herrera Fic An AU to my story “I Wonder” that can be found HERE

Summery: Something Happens to Amelia and Rafael comes out to Chicago to be with her and tell her how he feels. Will things work out for these two?

Word Count: 2,184 Warnings: Pretty sure there is no warning here. Amelia gets hurt though. But there’s a happy ending! ENJOY

Part One 

Part Two

That was two weeks ago. She left and haven’t spoken to Rafael since. She ignored his messages and his calls. She ignored him. Emma was in no mood to talk to the man who hurt her. Did he think that just because she wasn’t some fancy lawyer or that she didn’t go to some Ivy-League school like him that she wasn’t busy or didn’t have a life? Did he even know WHAT she went through just to get a week off work to be with him? To help him forget about the wedding. A wedding that he spent ignoring her after the ceremony. Not like she used the full week. Only five days. By the sixth, she was back to work. Working her 12 to 14-hour shifts and resting the ten hours recommended before throwing herself back into work.

It wasn’t until Emma and her coworker were kidnapped one morning while walking to work. The two held at gun point and their hands tied behind their back, the two were taken to a house and thankfully, Emma was able to get her phone from her pants pocket. Able to dial her friend’s brother who worked as a cop. Emma wasn’t sure if he picked up or if it went to voicemail. Either way, they’ll find out about the kidnapping.

When being pushed into the house, the men telling Erik, her coworker to shut up as he tried to reason with the three men. Emma wanted to cry she didn’t try to stop the tears either. She let them fall as she and Erik were handcuffed together and forced to sit in a chair. The men going on and on how it was her fault that his son was dead.

Emma, the whole time was confused. Her fault? How? Who was his son?

“I… I’m sorry.” She cried and squeezed her eyes shut when one held the gun to her forehead.

It felt like forever, Emma was smacked, punched and chocked. By the time the police finally came to rescue them. Emma was barely conscious while Erik had a nasty bullet wound in his leg.

At the hospital, Emma laid there crying and covering herself with the blanket. Answering the police’s questions. Confirming everything they heard from the call. It seemed as Jay had answered the call and quickly jumped into action to help rescue her.

When Emma was finally left alone to recover. Stitches to her forehead where they had hit her with the butt of the gun. Emma ignored all the looks she got from her coworkers.

 Rafael

“Early yesterday morning Amelia Herrera and Erik Bryant were both kidnapped while on their way to work. Rescued by the Intelligence Unit, it appears to seem that while tied up in the back of the trunk. The resident doctor, Amelia Herrera was able to grab her phone and call Detective Jay Halstead. Who rushed to work and his boss, Sargent Hank Voight quickly got his team together and managed to rescue the two doctors…….”

Rafael was looking at his screen with wide eyes. He quickly shot up from his couch and grabbed his phone. Calling his office, telling them he was taking a few more days. Explaining the situation. Rafael grabbed a bag and threw clothes inside it before racing out of his apartment and headed to the airport. Mumbling under his breath about the fact that the taxi was going too slow. By the time he got to the airport, he asked for the first flight out to Chicago.

‘Of course… the ONE time I need to get somewhere I have to wait..’ Rafael thought as he made it to his gate. Having to wait an hour before he was able to board the plane. By the time the plane landed in Chicago two and a half hours later, Rafael got a cab to the hospital. Not caring that he was in dark  jeans, and a black shirt with a heavy jacket over it. Not wearing a hat or a scarf or gloves. The cold Chicago weather was really hitting him. Causing his face to become slightly pink thanks to the harsh winds.

By the time he finally arrived at the hospital, Rafael jumped out after shoving his money at the driver. Grabbing his bag, he quickly walked into the hospital and went up to the reception desk. “Hello, I’m here to see a Amelia Herrera.” He told the women sitting behind the desk, who just gave him a certain look.

“And you are?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

It was then that Rafael realized, this is where Emma worked, these people would be protective of one of their own. “I’m Rafael Barba… I saw what happened to her on the news... I just flew in from New York.” He frowned, thinking that they wouldn’t let him go through.

After the women typed a few things into the computer, she sighed. “Well, looks like you’re on the list of Emergency Contacts. You only weren’t notified because we got a hold of her mother first.” She informed him and handed over a clipboard. “Sign in, then you can take the elevator to the third floor. Room 307” she nodded, and Rafael quickly wrote down his name and grabbed the name tag before rushing off towards the elevator.

The minute he was the third floor, Rafael found her room number and knocked on the door before stepping inside.

“Emma?” he called out her name and glanced at the girl in the bed. It sure looked like Emma. Not that she turned to acknowledge him or anything. Stepping inside the room and closing the door, Rafael put his bag down and moved over to the bed. Watching the form under the blanket curled up in a ball.

“Mi corazón?” he tried again and softly touched her back. When he still didn’t get a reply, Rafael decided to leave it and pulled up a chair next to her bed and sat down. Seeing that Emma’s eyes were closed. Rafael closed his own and was soon snoozing in the chair. Waiting for Emma to wake up.

Amelia

Waking up with a gasp, Emma sat up quickly and looked around. Her breathing was heavy, and she took in her surroundings. “The hospital… I’m okay, I’m at the hospital,” she whispered to herself and Emma finally calmed down. Seeing a figure in the chair next to her bed, her mouth dropped.

“Rafael?” she called out to him, her voice coming out a bit horsy thanks to being chocked by those Basterds.

Watching the sleeping man wake up startled, Emma raised an eyebrow at him and leaned back. “Oh, your awake! Good…” he sighed and sat up right. Causing Emma to frown slightly.

“What are you doing here Rafael?” She asked softly this time and rubbed at her eyes.

Watching as he raised both eyebrows up, Rafael sighed. “I heard about what happened to you on the news.” He shook his head. “You’ve been ignoring me, which I don’t blame you. I treated you horribly at the wedding. Then when I heard your name on the news, hearing about what happened…” he trailed off and looked down at his hands. “I… I just knew Emma. I knew I had to come here. To see you, to make sure you were okay.”

Sighing, Emma looked up at the hospital ceiling. She didn’t know what to tell him, she had been terrified and kept thinking that the last thing she had done was shut him out because of that stupid wedding.

“I thought I was gonna die, Rafi…” Emma managed to say before her bottom lip started to tremble and she let out a small sob.

Within seconds Rafael had his arms around her, holding her close. Being careful with her head and neck. “Lo siento mucho mi amor…” she heard him whisper. “I’m so sorry.”

Shaking her head, Emma cried. “Bu… but you didn’t d…do anything!” she wept, burying her head onto his chest. “I’m the one… the one who ignored you. I knew the wedding would be tough for you!”

“Amor! Para. Tenías todo el derecho de estar enojado conmigo!” He said seriously and Emma frowned and continued to stay close to Rafael. “The truth is… I didn’t care about the wedding. When you left the table. I watched you… saw how all these guys kept coming up to you.” Sighing, she felt him run a hand through his short, but messy hair. “I was jealous… I know this might ruin our friendship, but damnit Amelia. I’ve been in love with you since your 16th birthday. I just never said anything cause I was leaving for college.”

Lifting her head up, Amelia looked at Rafael shocked. “You never told me… cause you left for college?” she repeated and shook her head. “What about after college? What about every time I visited you? Or you came to see me?” she nudged his shoulder not so softly. “I thought you’ve been hung up on Yelina all these years!”

The two looked at each other, not saying anything. Rafael moved first. Softly placing his hand on her cheek and leaned forward. Emma found herself doing the same, feeling her heart beat faster in her chest with each passing second.  Soon their lips brushed against the other, it was like everything around her was gone. Nothing else mattered in that moment.

She could taste the coffee on his lips, making her grin into the kiss. Her coffee addict. His hands moved to the back of her neck, though he was careful with the bruising she had there. Emma’s own hands went to grip onto Rafael’s polo shirt. It didn’t last long, probably a minute or two, but to Emma it felt like hours. When they pulled away, Rafael leaned his forehead against hers. The two of them had their eyes closed still.

“What… what does this mean?” Emma asked, almost too afraid to.

“I want to be with you, Amelia. Whatever it takes… even if it means moving out to Chicago.” He finally opened his eyes to look down at her. Finding that she still had her eyes closed.

When Emma opened her eyes, dark brown was met with his beautiful green ones. “I don’t want you to move… let me finish my residency here then I can come back home.” She smiled slightly. “I was always planning on returning to New York… I can never stay away from you Rafi.” She leaned her head on her shoulder.

“Good… cause I can never stay away from you either mi amor.” He whispered, kissing the top of her head and laid there in the hospital bed. Holding Emma as the two of them fall asleep. Both with a smile on their face. Thinking about what the future will hold for them.

One thing Emma was certain. She was not about to let her chance in being with him pass, No matter the distance. Amelia only had less than a year to finish her residency, then she would be transferring to New York.

One year and 10 months later.

“Rafael!” A voice called out from the other room, causing the man to rush over, almost tripping on the way.

“What? What happened?” he asked scared and looked around. Trying to see if something was wrong.

Amelia stood there with narrowed eyes. “You expect me to move in with you… yet you’re throwing my things away?” she lifted her hand and showed him her Jane Austin book that she had found in the kitchen trash.

Biting down on his lip, Emma watched her boyfriend rub the back of his neck. “I have no clue how that ended up in the trash can mi corazón…” he gave her a sheepish smile.

“Yeah, it must have flown over here by itself. Right?” she shook her head and took her book over to his bookcase. Finding a place for it, Emma gasped. Hand going to her stomach. Rafael was by her side in seconds. Instead of saying anything. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her stomach.

Watching his reaction, Amelia grinned when Rafael grinned. Lighting up like a Christmas tree.

“She moved…” he whispered and knelt before Emma, the girl watching as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her 6-month bump. “Hola cariño, este es tu papi… te amo mucho mi princesa.” He spoke to the bump and Emma just laughed. Running her hand through his hair softly.

“Come on amor… let’s go before your mami comes over here to yell at us for missing lunch… again!” she stepped away and went to grab her coat. Smiling at her boyfriend.

Lucia had a field day when she found out Amelia was pregnant, and they weren’t married. Gladly the women got over it when reminded she would be a grandmother. His abuelita had also been excited and Emma couldn’t have been happier. She finally had a family, she couldn’t ask for more.

Walking out of their apartment hand and hand. Emma and Rafael were happy and that was all that mattered.

Tagging- @the-baby-bookworm​​ If you’d like to be tagged, feel free to message me. Don’t forget to reblog and heart this! <3

[starkatana]

Love to me is when I’m better because you’re here. (Part 5)

Credit to @heroes-among-us-all

Jirou x Kaminari part taken from: https://heroes-among-us-all.tumblr.com/post/174007214270/bakugou-and-todoroki-accidentally-confessing-spur

I just want to say thank you for writing this and for getting me out of my slump. I absolutely loved the way you had the moment written and that I had to add it into this section. I apologize if you don’t want it in, i’ll gladly take the section out, if you choose. (Message Me)

Part 5/???

Shoto Todoroki x Female Reader (Y/N)

Summary:

You accompany Shoto Todoroki to an award ceremony. He shows you off to his old classmates. Lots of fluff and happiness.

Stepping out of the hero agency, you were at the top of the red carpet. (yes you had to close off the street for this event.) And the interns loved your dress.  (Source: https://louisvuitttonn.tumblr.com/post/176032171437/georges-hobeika-spring-17-couture)

 “Todoroki-sama is going to love it!”

“You look so beautiful!”

“Can I borrow that dress?!”

You clapped your hands quietly, “Kissing up to me isn’t going to get you good scores, but thank you.” They dispersed and your phone went off.

Texts:

Todo: “Just coming up, where are you?”

You: “At the end of the red carpet.”

Todo: “Do I have to?” he was referring to the red carpet, knowing that he disliked the attention, he had also been doing interviews and posing all week. He was ready for the attention to end.

 You: “Just one more night, number 1 hero.” Technically Endeavor is still the number one but a new list had just come out called the New Generation Heroes and Todo was at the top of that list. People will makes lists of anything to celebrate something.

Todo: “Can we talk tonight?”

You: “Of course!”

You felt your heart jump out of your chest. You wanted to talk to him too. You wanted to tell him that you loved him. It had only been a month of just talking and being around each other, but your crush for him had been so much longer. You were gonna say it tonight. You hoped that he was going to do the same.

Tonight was the night he was going to ask you to be his girlfriend. He’d dated before, but somehow this one felt different. Being with you felt different, and he liked the person he is when he’s with you. He was nervous to mess it up, but it was going to be the right choice. He had waited this long to ask you out after all.

Hearing the sounds of shutters and seeing the flashing lights took you from your thoughts, you moved over to the red carpet. It was a hill and you were at the top of it. You moved off to the side not to get in anyone’s way, Endeavor was on his way up first. He shined brightly in a red suit with his orange and yellow flames dancing off of him. He was prepared to host the party of the century.

Followed by him was All Might the former number 1 hero and Deku the current number 2 New Generation Hero. Right behind Todo. They went to UA together, you recognized him from his picture and that green hair stands out anywhere. After that was Lida and Uraraka, Asui with Tokoyami and Dark Shadow, then came Bakugo and his sidekick Kirishma, followed by Momo and Mina. It was basically a UA Class 1-A reunion with people from all other and different agencies coming together to celebrate. Eraserhead and Mic were amongst the crowd. Along with Best Jeanist, Gang Orca, Selkie, and Gunhead to name a few others.

At the top of the stairs you greeted the guests on one side with Violetta, while Endeavor greeted some on the other side. You smiled and thanked them for coming and you couldn’t help but stop and look for IcyHot. Where the heck is Todoroki.

He literally lives a block away and that’s when you saw him, he was at the bottom of the red carpet, answering questions and signing things for fans. He was just finally waving through, posing and taking pictures. He was wearing a midnight blue tuxedo that was the same color of his hero costume, a white undershirt, and a black bowtie. You saw him walk and stop, walk and stop, and fidget the way up as he waved to keep on going. 3/4ths of the way up when he was the next one up to be greeted, you took in a deep breath and took a couple of steps onto the red carpet to meet him.

He smiles and waves at the photographers and turns to the other side to smile and pose, but as he went to face the other side. He saw you. You took his breath away. You looked magnificent. The way the dress hugged you and was delicately hanging on your slender shoulders. The two of you locked eyes and a huge smile formed on his face he was so happy. Nothing else in that moment mattered. He ran up the carpet and took your hand and gently kissed it.

“You look absolutely magnificent.” He was breathless, your beauty took him away. You were always beautiful, but tonight you were absolutely radiant.

“You’re not looking too bad yourself.” You finish blush looking down at your shoes. He always made you nervous, but he brought your face up and gently kissed you on the cheek.

“Don’t hide yourself,” he said, “Tonight is your time to shine.”

Your eyes flickered over and you caught a glimpse of Kaminari and Jirou walking hand-in-hand with bright smiles on their faces up the carpet.

“Aw, that they’re so cute!” You’re eyes were dancing everywhere, to Endeavor’s disapproving glare, to all of class 1-A, and then there were the interns. Looking at Shoto made you feel peace and washed away all of your worries.

He nodded back, “Yeah, Kaminari and Jirou do make a cute couple, but I’m sure we’d make a cuter couple.”

“Wha?” was he asking you. . .

“. . .Damn. . .”

The two of you are left staring back at one another, wide-eyed and flustered beyond belief. You’re debating whether or not he just meant it as a joke, but Todoroki almost never jokes around so it doesn’t seem likely. He’s also flushed the shade of a tomato.

Todoroki can’t believe that he messed up the confession he was planning for tonight, like that. He cursed the knock-off Pikachu under his breath. He’s lucky that you smile back at him, still blushing, and nod in agreement.

“You’re right. I think so, too.”

“I definitely planned something different for tonight, but this works too. Can we still hang out tonight?” he asked innocently.

You laugh, “Of course we can.”

He smiles and gives you a kiss on your forehead, “Let’s go catch up with my classmates.” He says taking your hand leading you over to them.

He introduces you to everyone in 1-A as his beautiful sweetheart Y/N and immediately you blush and wave hello. Deku hugs you immediately and is so excited for you and his best friend Todoroki. Momo comments on your dress and you two make a date to meet up with your brother. Everyone in 1-A can’t get enough of you, you get along with them so well and Todoroki loves how well you mesh together with his second family.

Soon enough Endeavor takes to the stage and you take a seat next to Shoto and Momo. You all listen politely, food is delivered to the tables, you all have some time to eat and catch up and a slideshow plays of the previous year’s success and then stats for the season are shared. The police sheriff makes a statement thank thanks to the help of heroes the city can sleep safely, but All Might/Toshinori makes an argument that heroes would be nothing without the police and then he gets a standing ovation. Then begins the award ceremony.

As Endeavor announces the various awards, Shoto is holding your hand the entire time. Just cause he can and it makes him happy. Holding his hand made you happy too. This is a big moment for him, you’re ecstatic for him that you just give his hand a tight squeeze and he looks over at you and smiles and then Asui nudges Uraraka, Todoroki rarely ever smiled like that, unless it was at Deku and they thought that was amazing. 

Those who missed his smile, don’t believe he actually smiled, until they saw how happy you made him. Then Endeavor called Shoto onto the stage for being the number one new generation hero, giving off his hero stats, how many cases he’s solved, villains he’s put away, interns he’s trained. You gave his hand one last squeeze as you clapped for him as he walked his way up the stage to take his place between Deku and Ilda. There was cheering and lights flashing.

And just like that months of planning was over in an instant. Everyone went around and said their congratulations along with their good byes and the entire time Shoto had a hold of your hand, it made him confident and you were happy supporting him. People kept coming up to talk and greet Shoto that eventually the two of you just barely manage to sneak away with the help of Momo and you promised not to forget to go visit your brother with her. You and Todoroki, make a run to his car and just go for a drive away from the crowd and away from the people.

He never let go of your hand and only did when you guys got to your destination. Parking, you were at and overlook where the city was below you. He gives your hand a soft kiss. “You make me feel so confident Y/N. Thank you.”

You reach for his left cheek and gently rub your thumb against his scar and give it a kiss. “I love you, Shoto. I’d want nothing more than to be by your side. So, thank you for letting me truly love you.”

His eyes were wide, with shock, but they were happy. He put his cheek further into your hand and gently, he brought his lips closer to yours, leaning into you just slightly, you felt tingles go up your spine, he closes the distance between you two. He tastes like spearmint, the kiss is slow, soft, and beautiful, as if only you two exists in the world. When he pulls away you breathe in sharply, and he smiles at you and kisses your nose.

“I love you too Y/N.” he leaves his forehead on yours and smiles at you. “I know that we are already a couple,” he coughs slightly, “but, I know we haven’t known each other long, but you feel it too. I just,” he pauses, “Will you do me the honor of letting me be your boyfriend?”

You nod immediately saying yes, and leaving him another soft lingering kiss on his lips. Gently pulling away you respond, “I want nothing but to be yours and only yours.” He smiles back at you and leans his forehead against yours. You both take in this moment the beginning of your forever.

Then going back to your apartment, without bothering to undress, you both crash on the bed falling sleep in each other’s arms. It doesn’t bother Shoto, he lives for holding and cuddling you. He loves how sweet your skin and hair always smells and how soft you are. You love being in his arms, Shoto holding you is relaxing beyond belief, you feel as if you don’t belong anywhere else but there.

This is one of the first things I’ve actually wanted to write in over two years. So sorry if it sucks. But please, tell me what you think. Thank you and credit to @heroes-among-us-all​

Link Right Here! Please Give It A Read! <3

Jirou x Kaminari part taken from: https://heroes-among-us-all.tumblr.com/post/174007214270/bakugou-and-todoroki-accidentally-confessing-spur

[thenewlittleprincess]

El Amor D’Un Amigo - Princesita

                                                          -1-

The very tall, thin man, looking very much like the Princess, wearing his three-piece blue business suit with a red tie, comes into the Princess’ bedroom. The Princess is watching a video of another Pina Colada singer, Tina Mendes, about 9 years older than she, on the Large-Scale Computer Monitor. The LSCM throws images of Tina and her band into the room, stage, instruments and all, in three dimensions.

As Tina dances and sings in the middle of the bedroom, the Princess is dancing with her and singing Tina’s hit song, “Combustivel” with her. Like Tina, the title of the song is Brazilian Portuguese: but all the rest of the lyrics are Mexican Spanish, so the Princess has no trouble singing along.

Oh, me hiciste quemar los ojos

La primera vez que te vi

Mi corazón explotó – BOOM!

No me queda casi nada.

Combustivel! Combustivel! Tu amor es mi festivel . . .

Combustivel! Combustivel! Bienvenido a mi carnavel!

 Having copied Tina’s Brazilian accent at the ending of the last two lines, the Princess throws in her own “WOW!” Then she plays air electric organ during the musical interlude.

The man turns off the computer. The Princess is shocked, her hands frozen in mid-air.

[All dialogue here are English subtitles of the original Spanish: in the case of the dad, the Spanish is dubbed over his English original speech but the subtitles are still there]

“Oh, Dad!” the Princess says, after she turns around.

Seeing him, she smiles.

“What’s it?” the Princess asks.

“You obviously didn’t notice  I had come in,” the Princess’ dad says. “So I had to get your attention.”

“That you did!” the Princess says.

She sits down on the bed next to him.

“”Have you thought about your 9th birthday next week?” Dad says.

“Constantly,” says the Princess, rolling her eyes.

“Constantly? Really? Why?” Dad asks.

“Because I want to give something special to my friends, to show how much I love them,” the Princess says. “Just the piñata and cake and all that won’t cut the tamale, will it?”

“What do you want to give them?” Dad asks.

“Playa Blanca!” the Princess says.

Dad bursts into laughter.

“You can’t give anyone that beach!” Dad says. “One of the hotels in Livingston owns it. You can’t give away other people’s things! Would you like me to give your Grand Piano to one of my friends?”

“Kill ya, I would,” says the Princess, running her index finger across her neck.

“Well, then,” says Dad. “And it would cheat my friend, because I ‘gave’ him something he could never have. So, do you see why you can’t give anyone the beach? You’d just cheat all your friends.”

“Of course, I know they cannot take it home!” says the Princess with a smile. “But I can take all of them there and we’d have a special birthday party they’d always remember!”

“Ah, that’s what you’re on about!” says Dad. “Well, that’s a great deal more practical! I think we can manage that.”

“Really?” asks the Princess.

“Sure, anyone can go there who pays the entrance fee,” says Dad.  “And there’s so much room, we can’t disturb anyone. I’ll tell Carlos to have a word with the beach owners.”

“I love you, Dad!” the Princess says, hugging him. “Now this is gonna be a birthday that’ll make me really happy to be nine!”

FADE OUT.

                                                          -2-

The Princess is sitting at a desk, reading a textbook and writing in her notebook, moving to the music from the earphones in her ears. A short, reddish-brown haired woman comes into the room around the front of the desk. She pulls one earphone out of the Princess’ ear and shouts “NO! NEVER!” into the ear.

The Princess takes the other earphone out and says, “Ee-ya, Mum! OK, I’ll lay up the earphones until I finish me homework, if it’s really not on!”

“’Tis not that: although that may be a wise decision on its own merits,” Mum says, in her thick Scottish brogue. “To take you and your list of friends to Livingston, hire hotel rooms, the whole lot, would cost over 300 of those new World Bank thingies . . . IT Units! It’s not gonna happen, lassie, not while we have to foot the bill!”

“But Mum,” the Princess says, breaking down into tears. “It’s . . .it’s me . . . birthday!”

“Aye and it is,” says Mum. “And if ya wanna have many more with happy returns, ya cannot spend us into penury for it! We Scots have been the poorest in Europe. Little stony soil in which to grow oats and cabbage. Only the sheep standing between wool coats and us freezing for the winter. We survived. Yar grandfather went down in the sooty black coal mine, underground 10 hours a day, for the overtime that put sugar in our tea.  And ya know how we survived? Economy. We never spent a sixpence when a thruppence would do. And here ya want to spend the equivalent of something like 200 pound on a child’s birthday party? It borders on the obscene! I was over the moon at your age if Mum sneaked me a sixpence for a pack o’ Smarties for my birthday. I never saw a bloody cake, except in the baker’s window down in Stirling burgh! No way you’re taking a trip of nine-year-olds across the country just because it’s yar birthday! Don’t get me wrong: we’re happy you were born, more than about anything else in the world . . . But not that bloody happy!”

At that, Mum turns around and heads for the door.

She turns around when she hears her tearful Princess call “Mummy!”

“We’re not poor now. And they’ll . . . they’ll . . . never know how much I care for them,” says the Princess.

“Aye, we’re not poor. Nor am I lettin’ you get us there! And they’ll know how much you care,” Mum says. “By what ya do not by what ya spend.”

                                                            -3-

The Princess is sitting in her red 17th century party dress, with ruffled neck and sleeves, wearing her superreflective tiara, red flower behind her left ear and violet flower behind her right ear, red and green reflective sparkles on her face and eyelids, her hair in box braids in the front, on her bench at her Grand Piano. Her drawing room is full of little girls standing around the piano. Behind the piano is the Princess’ “army”:  a guitarist, electric bass, percussion machine, bass and the “Three Angels” singing backup.

The Princess starts playing the introduction to “The Love Of A Friend”, from Princess Party. Then she starts singing the song in Spanish:

El amor d’un amigo

Vale más que el pisto

El amor d’un amigo

Es más dulce que la miel

 No puedes conseguirlo de nadie más

En tu famili’ o de tu amante

Porqu’ el amor d’ un amigo es especial

Para ti de t’ amigo

Cuando todos los demás se han ido Todos tus amantes están enamorados de los demás ¿A quién tienes? Mira a tu alrededor, tienes a tus amigos

Un amigo no necesita tomar tu corazón

Un amigo sólo quiere ser el comienzo

Per’  un amigo llora cuando separado

Porque un amigo necesit’ un amigo

Es tan triste, tantas veces

Olvidamos de decir "Gracias"

Tan triste, tantas veces

Olvidamos de decir “Te quiero” A nuestros amigos Solamente amigos

Damos por sentado a nuestros amigos

Y las semillas de la tristeza se plantan Porque no hay nada com’ un amigo

El amor d’un amigo

Vale más que el pisto

El amor d’un amigo

Es más dulce que la miel

No puedes conseguirlo de nadie más

En tu famili’ o de tu amante

Porqu’ el amor d’ un amigo es unico

Para ti de t’ amigo

Porque son únicos, tan únicos tan únicos

Yeah, yeah, yeah tu es tan unico

A . . . mi

Woh Woh Woh Woh Woh Woh Woh Woh Woh!

[highlonelylustfull]

22-FEB-19

Well, um so today is Friday and I took the kids to school and did the norm, after having been to an amazing concert last night and I ate the last part of the brownie so I was tripping balls. That’s the highest I have ever been by far. But I was laughing at everything and was in such a good mood. I was getting whistled at when I left the Wolfpack of guys for some candy. But anyways so I went to the Retiro to see Gus and the guys, and they were high on LSD which was hilarious and I took some cool photos, and then we went to Pepe’s and Matais’ (?) house which was really fun, and Santi came, so we were all joking around and making plans for the night, then I went to change into my blue velvet body and black jeans and everyone was staring lolz. Then to dinner with Valeria and her friends which was fine, the food wasn’t great and it wasn’t cheap, but it was nice to see her and have some Spanglish conversations. Then to Malasaña for copas with the guys, which was LIT!! I was already good from my glass of wine and then another copa when I got there, I was dancing like for real with Gus and Santi which was exactly what I needed! It was really something. And then... Ian came, and I got him into the place, and we got closer and closer until he kissed me in front of everyone... and then was like let’s go. What are we still doing here? So we left and the guys looks defeated honestly lol. I like the way that he guides me subtly but still with strength. And so we went back to his and he got literally 2 taxis because he was so drunk that I guess he didn’t think it would be cheaper to just get one.? But anyways he paid for both of them and literally let me out of the car before he paid so I couldn’t even offer to split it.. I liked that. And then we got back to his and he’s a really good kisser, and things kind of escalated and in my mind I was like I should probably say something or stop and I just didn’t want to enough. Like boom my pants were off and he was eating me out and actually making me cum with just him mouth so he had me at hello basically. So then I returned the favor and we made sweet love and he kept biting me and I could tell he was trying to hold himself back. Like he was vocal which I like and aggressive and dominant but also really sweet and tender in other points. Overall needs small improvements but probably the best first sex that I have had ever if not in a long time. And I didn’t feel shameful or guilty after. I told him that I was going to make him wait a month and he just kind of scoffed and was like I mean I would have and with his mom coming it would have been easy, but also he was like cocky like look how that worked out. Also after sex he was like I’m yours. That’s it. After that I’m yours. And he said some other cute sweet things like that that I can’t remember but still I’m not really sure how he feels about me or what even this is going to be. Oh he was like solo quiero a alguien a quererme y abrazarme y decirme q todo saldrá bien, so I hugged him and told him that everything was going to be ok. And he was like oo that’s a bonus. Oh and he kept doing that cute kiss talk thing and the mwuahmwuahmwuah thing which I also really liked. But also he’s so thin I feel like I’m going to break him and I’m glad that I’ve gotten to a point in my process where I don’t need some macho body builder to be with me to feel safe. I don’t know. I think I’m putting so much importance on how he feels because I’m confused about my feelings and now that we had sex it feels like a relationship is kind of out of the question.? And also were going on a museum date today (it’s 6:37 rn) which has always been on my bucket list or wish list and he just suggested it. And we laugh and have a good time together. I mean he was right when he said you don’t need to read out natal charts to see that we’re compatible. I think I’m just really hesitant and looking for any excuse not for this to work and for me not to have to commit. I just like the way that we interact. Like after we were done we were like kissing and talking and whatever and I put my thong on and was like playing around and popping my ass in the air, ya know, and he just literally dove right in and ate me out again with no reciprocation. That’s how you know he just likes it and it’s not about him. After that I was like you should set an alarm for 6 so I can get up and go, and he was like 6?! And I offered to just leave then and there, and he was like ya baby eso no va a pasar. Also when we were sleeping together I like how he was always touching me or holding me. He super affectionate praise Jesus the lord above in heaven. And he had a copy of the 4 agreements on his table which I found ominous and funny. It feels like the universe is calling me towards him. I don’t know. Even Julian was down with the idea. I think either way the best thing to do would be taking a break from sex to get to know each other in actuality and then add in the sex. Although I did seem his as less perfect and ideal tonight which I suppose is good.? Well later on today I’ll get better answers at the museum. 

[evnoweb]

11 Bits of Wisdom I Learned From a Computer

As a teacher-author who relies on technology to bring my dreams to life, even I am surprised by how often technology can be applied to life. I share these humorous gems with efriends, post them on forums, and incorporate them into conversations with colleagues. My goal is to demystify technology, a topic that remains for many confusing and intimidating. If fellow writers learn to approach it light-heartedly, they’ll be more likely to accept it. Here are eleven tech terms I find myself applying daily to many of life’s quirks:

#1: Your short-term memory experienced a denial of service attack

A Denial of Service — a DoS – is defined as: “…an interruption in an authorized user’s access to a computer network…” If I’m the “authorized user” and my brain is the “computer network”, this happens to me often. Laypeople call it a “brain freeze” and it is characterized as an event, a name, or an appointment that should be remembered but isn’t. I simply explain to the class full of curious upturned faces (or colleagues at a staff meeting) that I am experiencing a DoS and ask that they please stand by.

#2: I don’t have enough bandwidth for that

“Bandwidth“ refers to your computer’s capacity for handling the volume of activity thrown at it. I learned how this geeky term applies to life from my millennial daughter. She says “yes” to everything people ask to the point that she can’t possibly complete what she promised. When she falls short, she explains that she no longer has enough bandwidth. You might be familiar with the more pedestrian term “the straw that broke the camel’s back.” “Bandwidth” is a better way of saying it because no animals are harmed in its execution.

#3: Drill Down

“Drill down” is the IT process of digging through layers of nested folders to find the one you want. In the non-tech world, this is the “deep dive” people take to dig into a topic. Since Inc.com lists “deep dive” as one of the twenty-five most annoying phrases, I recommend you swap it with the fresher, more intriguing phrase, “drill down”.

#4: When all else fails, try a workaround

Many refer to this as “Plan B” (or C or D). It is an alternate way to accomplish something when the first didn’t work. The term “workaround” became popular in the latter half of the 20th century as a method to circumvent a software problem but today, it applies any time you need to find an unusual and creative solution to a problem.

#5: I need to optimize

“Optimize” means “to make as flawless, effective, or functional as possible“. It originally referred to computer systems but few remember these lexical roots. Now, it’s a pithy way to say you want to perfect a process or solution.

#6: Garbage in garbage out

“Garbage in garbage out” is an old computer term to express the idea that poor quality input results in a poor quality output. It means exactly the same in the classroom. If students don’t do what they need to in preparation for a test, they won’t get the result they hope for. Ipso facto, “garbage in garbage out”.

#7: Garbage collect

“Garbage collect” is where computer folks search out code or processes that are no longer relevant and delete them to optimize the software or app. I don’t have the bandwidth to understand the geeky details of this so I use it in unplugged places. If I can garbage collect the irrelevant stuff in my closet or my ToDo list, I can focus on what is important. Thank you, Andrew, for this term!

#8: Live in real time

A decade ago, no one would have thought we needed to differentiate between “real time” — the actual time during which an event occurs — and whatever the alternative is but now, in 2019, we do. I’ll give you an example. Chatting via a phone or video call is real time. SMS or text chats aren’t. Well, they could be but often, people don’t get back to each other in a timely manner in texts. So, when someone wants to chat in real time, they want to call you, meet with you, or have a virtual get-together. They don’t want to email.

#9: Life requires decoding

How often do you hear people say, “It’s complicated.” Which is true —  life is complicated and requires unraveling, explaining, or as geeks like to say, decoding. “Decoding” in technology means to convert a coded message into simply-understood language. It’s the same in the classroom and your life. If things have become so confusing that even you can’t understand them, they might require decoding.

#10: You only want me for my Baud rate.

In technology, “Baud rate” determines the speed of communication over a data channel. I spent about fifteen minutes trying to Google a layperson definition of this term and failed. There’s nothing simple about the technical side of Baud rates but in real life, they’re easily understood. If someone wants you for your Baud rate, they want your brilliant ability to communicate ideas. You might admire Winston Churchill’s or Yogi Berra’s baud rate because they put so much meaning into a few words that everyone understood the message. See if you agree: “Success comes of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.” –Winston Churchill “It ain’t over till it’s over.” –Yogi Berra

#11: Hashtag it!

Hashtags were introduced to social media as an easy search method but quickly morphed into the Internet’s version of air quotes – outdated and annoying. At their start, adding #hashtag to your words awarded them a sense of trending-ness, making you worth listening to while boosting your creds. Now, they’re more likely to be as viral and intrusive as selfies but for educators who need to teach students where they are ready to learn, what we #hashtag will be remembered so why wouldn’t we use it? *** These eleven geeky words inspire my fellow teacher-authors to proudly “put their geek on”. Do you have favorites? If you RT, FB, or share, I’ll send positive thoughts your way for a full day!

Jacqui Murray has been teaching K-18 technology for 30 years. She is the editor/author of over a hundred tech ed resources including a K-12 technology curriculum, K-8 keyboard curriculum, K-8 Digital Citizenship curriculum. She is an adjunct professor in tech ed, Master Teacher, webmaster for four blogs, an Amazon Vine Voice, CSTA presentation reviewer, freelance journalist on tech ed topics, contributor to NEA Today and TeachHUB, and author of the tech thrillers, To Hunt a Sub and Twenty-four Days. You can find her resources at Structured Learning.

11 Bits of Wisdom I Learned From a Computer published first on https://medium.com/@DigitalDLCourse

[corpasa]

11 Bits of Wisdom I Learned From a Computer

As a teacher-author who relies on technology to bring my dreams to life, even I am surprised by how often technology can be applied to life. I share these humorous gems with efriends, post them on forums, and incorporate them into conversations with colleagues. My goal is to demystify technology, a topic that remains for many confusing and intimidating. If fellow writers learn to approach it light-heartedly, they’ll be more likely to accept it. Here are eleven tech terms I find myself applying daily to many of life’s quirks:

#1: Your short-term memory experienced a denial of service attack

A Denial of Service — a DoS – is defined as: “…an interruption in an authorized user’s access to a computer network…” If I’m the “authorized user” and my brain is the “computer network”, this happens to me often. Laypeople call it a “brain freeze” and it is characterized as an event, a name, or an appointment that should be remembered but isn’t. I simply explain to the class full of curious upturned faces (or colleagues at a staff meeting) that I am experiencing a DoS and ask that they please stand by.

#2: I don’t have enough bandwidth for that

“Bandwidth“ refers to your computer’s capacity for handling the volume of activity thrown at it. I learned how this geeky term applies to life from my millennial daughter. She says “yes” to everything people ask to the point that she can’t possibly complete what she promised. When she falls short, she explains that she no longer has enough bandwidth. You might be familiar with the more pedestrian term “the straw that broke the camel’s back.” “Bandwidth” is a better way of saying it because no animals are harmed in its execution.

#3: Drill Down

“Drill down” is the IT process of digging through layers of nested folders to find the one you want. In the non-tech world, this is the “deep dive” people take to dig into a topic. Since Inc.com lists “deep dive” as one of the twenty-five most annoying phrases, I recommend you swap it with the fresher, more intriguing phrase, “drill down”.

#4: When all else fails, try a workaround

Many refer to this as “Plan B” (or C or D). It is an alternate way to accomplish something when the first didn’t work. The term “workaround” became popular in the latter half of the 20th century as a method to circumvent a software problem but today, it applies any time you need to find an unusual and creative solution to a problem.

#5: I need to optimize

“Optimize” means “to make as flawless, effective, or functional as possible“. It originally referred to computer systems but few remember these lexical roots. Now, it’s a pithy way to say you want to perfect a process or solution.

#6: Garbage in garbage out

“Garbage in garbage out” is an old computer term to express the idea that poor quality input results in a poor quality output. It means exactly the same in the classroom. If students don’t do what they need to in preparation for a test, they won’t get the result they hope for. Ipso facto, “garbage in garbage out”.

#7: Garbage collect

“Garbage collect” is where computer folks search out code or processes that are no longer relevant and delete them to optimize the software or app. I don’t have the bandwidth to understand the geeky details of this so I use it in unplugged places. If I can garbage collect the irrelevant stuff in my closet or my ToDo list, I can focus on what is important. Thank you, Andrew, for this term!

#8: Live in real time

A decade ago, no one would have thought we needed to differentiate between “real time” — the actual time during which an event occurs — and whatever the alternative is but now, in 2019, we do. I’ll give you an example. Chatting via a phone or video call is real time. SMS or text chats aren’t. Well, they could be but often, people don’t get back to each other in a timely manner in texts. So, when someone wants to chat in real time, they want to call you, meet with you, or have a virtual get-together. They don’t want to email.

#9: Life requires decoding

How often do you hear people say, “It’s complicated.” Which is true —  life is complicated and requires unraveling, explaining, or as geeks like to say, decoding. “Decoding” in technology means to convert a coded message into simply-understood language. It’s the same in the classroom and your life. If things have become so confusing that even you can’t understand them, they might require decoding.

#10: You only want me for my Baud rate.

In technology, “Baud rate” determines the speed of communication over a data channel. I spent about fifteen minutes trying to Google a layperson definition of this term and failed. There’s nothing simple about the technical side of Baud rates but in real life, they’re easily understood. If someone wants you for your Baud rate, they want your brilliant ability to communicate ideas. You might admire Winston Churchill’s or Yogi Berra’s baud rate because they put so much meaning into a few words that everyone understood the message. See if you agree: “Success comes of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.” –Winston Churchill “It ain’t over till it’s over.” –Yogi Berra

#11: Hashtag it!

Hashtags were introduced to social media as an easy search method but quickly morphed into the Internet’s version of air quotes – outdated and annoying. At their start, adding #hashtag to your words awarded them a sense of trending-ness, making you worth listening to while boosting your creds. Now, they’re more likely to be as viral and intrusive as selfies but for educators who need to teach students where they are ready to learn, what we #hashtag will be remembered so why wouldn’t we use it? *** These eleven geeky words inspire my fellow teacher-authors to proudly “put their geek on”. Do you have favorites? If you RT, FB, or share, I’ll send positive thoughts your way for a full day!

Jacqui Murray has been teaching K-18 technology for 30 years. She is the editor/author of over a hundred tech ed resources including a K-12 technology curriculum, K-8 keyboard curriculum, K-8 Digital Citizenship curriculum. She is an adjunct professor in tech ed, Master Teacher, webmaster for four blogs, an Amazon Vine Voice, CSTA presentation reviewer, freelance journalist on tech ed topics, contributor to NEA Today and TeachHUB, and author of the tech thrillers, To Hunt a Sub and Twenty-four Days. You can find her resources at Structured Learning.

11 Bits of Wisdom I Learned From a Computer published first on https://medium.com/@DLBusinessNow

[endevia]

Humorous Look at What I Learned from my Computer

As a teacher on a mission to infuse technology into my classes, I’m often surprised how often technology can be applied to teaching and life. I share these humorous gems with students during classes, post them on the classroom walls, and incorporate them into conversations with colleagues. My goal is to demystify technology, a topic that remains for many confusing and intimidating. If students and colleagues learn to approach it light-heartedly, they’ll be more likely to accept it.

Here are eleven tech terms I find myself applying daily to many of life’s quirks:

#1: Your short-term memory experienced a denial of service attack

A Denial of Service — a DoS – is defined as:

“…an interruption in an authorized user’s access to a computer network…”

If I’m the “authorized user” and my brain is the “computer network”, this happens to me often. Laypeople call it a “brain freeze” and it is characterized as an event, a name, or an appointment that should be remembered but isn’t. I simply explain to the class full of curious upturned faces (or colleagues at a staff meeting) that I am experiencing a DoS and ask that they please stand by.

#2: I don’t have enough bandwidth for that

“Bandwidth“ refers to your computer’s capacity for handling the volume of activity thrown at it. I learned how this geeky term applies to life from my millennial daughter. She says “yes” to everything people ask to the point that she can’t possibly complete what she promised. When she falls short, she explains that she no longer has enough bandwidth.

You might be familiar with the more pedestrian term “the straw that broke the camel’s back.” “Bandwidth” is a better way of saying it because no animals are harmed in its execution.

#3: Drill Down

“Drill down” is the IT process of digging through layers of nested folders to find the one you want. In the non-tech world, this is the “deep dive” people take to dig into a topic. Since Inc.com lists “deep dive” as one of the twenty-five most annoying phrases, I recommend you swap it with the fresher, more intriguing phrase, “drill down”.

#4: When all else fails, try a workaround

Many refer to this as “Plan B” (or C or D). It is an alternate way to accomplish something when the first didn’t work. The term “workaround” became popular in the latter half of the 20th century as a method to circumvent a software problem but today, it applies any time you need to find an unusual and creative solution to a problem.

#5: I need to optimize

“Optimize” means “to make as flawless, effective, or functional as possible“. It originally referred to computer systems but few remember these lexical roots. Now, it’s a pithy way to say you want to perfect a process or solution.

#6: Garbage in garbage out

“Garbage in garbage out” is an old computer term to express the idea that poor quality input results in a poor quality output. It means exactly the same in the classroom. If students don’t do what they need to in preparation for a test, they won’t get the result they hope for. Ipso facto, “garbage in garbage out”.

#7: Garbage collect

“Garbage collect” is where computer folks search out code or processes that are no longer relevant and delete them to optimize the software or app. I don’t have the bandwidth to understand the geeky details of this so I use it in unplugged places. If I can garbage collect the irrelevant stuff in my closet or my ToDo list, I can focus on what is important.

Thank you, Andrew, for this term!

#8: Live in realtime

A decade ago, no one would have thought we needed to differentiate between “real time” — the actual time during which an event occurs — and whatever the alternative is but now, in 2019, we do. I’ll give you an example. Chatting via a phone or video call is real time. SMS or text chats aren’t. Well, they could be but often, people don’t get back to each other in a timely manner in texts. So, when someone wants to chat in real time, they want to call you, meet with you, or have a virtual get-together. They don’t want to email.

#9: Life requires decoding

How often do you hear people say, “It’s complicated.” Which is true —  life is complicated and requires unraveling, explaining, or as geeks like to say, decoding. “Decoding” in technology means to convert a coded message into simply-understood language. It’s the same in the classroom and your life. If things have become so confusing that even you can’t understand them, they might require decoding.

#10: You only want me for my Baud rate.

In technology, “Baud rate” determines the speed of communication over a data channel. I spent about fifteen minutes trying to Google a layperson definition of this term and failed. There’s nothing simple about the technical side of Baud rates but in real life, they’re easily understood. If someone wants you for your Baud rate, they want your brilliant ability to communicate ideas. You might admire Winston Churchill’s or Yogi Berra’s baud rate because they put so much meaning into a few words that everyone understood the message. See if you agree:

“Success comes of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.” –Winston Churchill

“It ain’t over till it’s over.” –Yogi Berra

#11: Hashtag it!

Hashtags were introduced to social media as an easy search method but quickly morphed into the Internet’s version of air quotes – outdated and annoying. At their start, adding #hashtag to your words awarded them a sense of trending-ness, making you worth listening to while boosting your creds. Now, they’re more likely to be as viral and intrusive as selfies but for educators who need to teach students where they are ready to learn, what we #hashtag will be remembered so why wouldn’t we use it?

***

These eleven geeky words get the attention of my students and inspire them to proudly “put their geek on”. Do you have favorites you use?

More

Everything I Need to Know Came From a Computer (four more words you’ll want to own)

10 Bits of Wisdom I Learned from my Computer (ten more)

Jacqui Murray has been teaching K-18 technology for 30 years. She is the editor/author of over a hundred tech ed resources including a K-12 technology curriculum, K-8 keyboard curriculum, K-8 Digital Citizenship curriculum. She is an adjunct professor in tech ed, Master Teacher, webmaster for four blogs, an Amazon Vine Voice, CSTA presentation reviewer, freelance journalist on tech ed topics, contributor to NEA Today and TeachHUB, and author of the tech thrillers, To Hunt a Sub. You can find her resources at Structured Learning.

Humorous Look at What I Learned from my Computer published first on https://medium.com/@greatpricecourse

[statrano]

Humorous Look at What I Learned from my Computer

As a teacher on a mission to infuse technology into my classes, I’m often surprised how often technology can be applied to teaching and life. I share these humorous gems with students during classes, post them on the classroom walls, and incorporate them into conversations with colleagues. My goal is to demystify technology, a topic that remains for many confusing and intimidating. If students and colleagues learn to approach it light-heartedly, they’ll be more likely to accept it.

Here are eleven tech terms I find myself applying daily to many of life’s quirks:

#1: Your short-term memory experienced a denial of service attack

A Denial of Service — a DoS – is defined as:

“…an interruption in an authorized user’s access to a computer network…”

If I’m the “authorized user” and my brain is the “computer network”, this happens to me often. Laypeople call it a “brain freeze” and it is characterized as an event, a name, or an appointment that should be remembered but isn’t. I simply explain to the class full of curious upturned faces (or colleagues at a staff meeting) that I am experiencing a DoS and ask that they please stand by.

#2: I don’t have enough bandwidth for that

“Bandwidth“ refers to your computer’s capacity for handling the volume of activity thrown at it. I learned how this geeky term applies to life from my millennial daughter. She says “yes” to everything people ask to the point that she can’t possibly complete what she promised. When she falls short, she explains that she no longer has enough bandwidth.

You might be familiar with the more pedestrian term “the straw that broke the camel’s back.” “Bandwidth” is a better way of saying it because no animals are harmed in its execution.

#3: Drill Down

“Drill down” is the IT process of digging through layers of nested folders to find the one you want. In the non-tech world, this is the “deep dive” people take to dig into a topic. Since Inc.com lists “deep dive” as one of the twenty-five most annoying phrases, I recommend you swap it with the fresher, more intriguing phrase, “drill down”.

#4: When all else fails, try a workaround

Many refer to this as “Plan B” (or C or D). It is an alternate way to accomplish something when the first didn’t work. The term “workaround” became popular in the latter half of the 20th century as a method to circumvent a software problem but today, it applies any time you need to find an unusual and creative solution to a problem.

#5: I need to optimize

“Optimize” means “to make as flawless, effective, or functional as possible“. It originally referred to computer systems but few remember these lexical roots. Now, it’s a pithy way to say you want to perfect a process or solution.

#6: Garbage in garbage out

“Garbage in garbage out” is an old computer term to express the idea that poor quality input results in a poor quality output. It means exactly the same in the classroom. If students don’t do what they need to in preparation for a test, they won’t get the result they hope for. Ipso facto, “garbage in garbage out”.

#7: Garbage collect

“Garbage collect” is where computer folks search out code or processes that are no longer relevant and delete them to optimize the software or app. I don’t have the bandwidth to understand the geeky details of this so I use it in unplugged places. If I can garbage collect the irrelevant stuff in my closet or my ToDo list, I can focus on what is important.

Thank you, Andrew, for this term!

#8: Live in realtime

A decade ago, no one would have thought we needed to differentiate between “real time” — the actual time during which an event occurs — and whatever the alternative is but now, in 2019, we do. I’ll give you an example. Chatting via a phone or video call is real time. SMS or text chats aren’t. Well, they could be but often, people don’t get back to each other in a timely manner in texts. So, when someone wants to chat in real time, they want to call you, meet with you, or have a virtual get-together. They don’t want to email.

#9: Life requires decoding

How often do you hear people say, “It’s complicated.” Which is true —  life is complicated and requires unraveling, explaining, or as geeks like to say, decoding. “Decoding” in technology means to convert a coded message into simply-understood language. It’s the same in the classroom and your life. If things have become so confusing that even you can’t understand them, they might require decoding.

#10: You only want me for my Baud rate.

In technology, “Baud rate” determines the speed of communication over a data channel. I spent about fifteen minutes trying to Google a layperson definition of this term and failed. There’s nothing simple about the technical side of Baud rates but in real life, they’re easily understood. If someone wants you for your Baud rate, they want your brilliant ability to communicate ideas. You might admire Winston Churchill’s or Yogi Berra’s baud rate because they put so much meaning into a few words that everyone understood the message. See if you agree:

“Success comes of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.” –Winston Churchill

“It ain’t over till it’s over.” –Yogi Berra

#11: Hashtag it!

Hashtags were introduced to social media as an easy search method but quickly morphed into the Internet’s version of air quotes – outdated and annoying. At their start, adding #hashtag to your words awarded them a sense of trending-ness, making you worth listening to while boosting your creds. Now, they’re more likely to be as viral and intrusive as selfies but for educators who need to teach students where they are ready to learn, what we #hashtag will be remembered so why wouldn’t we use it?

***

These eleven geeky words get the attention of my students and inspire them to proudly “put their geek on”. Do you have favorites you use?

More

Everything I Need to Know Came From a Computer (four more words you’ll want to own)

10 Bits of Wisdom I Learned from my Computer (ten more)

Jacqui Murray has been teaching K-18 technology for 30 years. She is the editor/author of over a hundred tech ed resources including a K-12 technology curriculum, K-8 keyboard curriculum, K-8 Digital Citizenship curriculum. She is an adjunct professor in tech ed, Master Teacher, webmaster for four blogs, an Amazon Vine Voice, CSTA presentation reviewer, freelance journalist on tech ed topics, contributor to NEA Today and TeachHUB, and author of the tech thrillers, To Hunt a Sub. You can find her resources at Structured Learning.

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Hola a todos-

I am still not sure who I will share this with, if at all. For now, it is my personal blog but nonetheless it deserves an introduction. I am Mia, or as my URL as of now claims, the VacationingVeggie. The name is quite accurate, albeit cheesy. I will be studying abroad in San Sebastián, Spain (vacationing) and I am a vegetarian, tree hugging, sustainability student (veggie). For September through December I will be living in San Sebastián: navigating the culture, speaking the language, and of course traveling Europe. The city I’m going to is apparently known for its beach and culinary culture, meaning I will (hopefully) be spending 4 long months in the ocean and/or eating delicious food.

As this blog will likely prove, I am a list person. I can’t easily put what I would like to say onto a page and my storytelling often falls flat. Instead I write lists. I make to-do lists, checklists, best-of lists, top 5, packing lists, and so on. I could continue a list of all the lists I make but honestly who would want to read that. That being said, I will start off my blog with a list in true Mia fashion. Here it is ladies and gentlemen, the top 5 things I am excited for this semester.

1.    Learning the Language

I have been learning Spanish since the 5th grade. Aside from the occasional trip to Mexico, however, I have never really been put to the test as to whether I can speak it well enough to be fluent. To be honest, I am not really intimidated by this so much as excited. I think I have the skill and have been changing my Netflix shows to Spanish for long enough. I just need to get out there and use it, which I am beyond excited for.

2.    Surfing and Being Outside

If the tree-hugging sustainability student bit didn’t already tip you off, I am an outdoors person. As much as I love all outdoors, it is especially the ocean. I didn’t realize this until scrolling through my own Instagram feed, but all of my favorite pictures and all of the places that I refer to most are on the beach. My favorite regular vacation spots are Wildwood (the Jersey shore) and Puerto Vallarta (the beach in Mexico). There is something very calming and welcoming about the ocean and knowing that I will always be a few miles (or rather kilometers) from the water is BEYOND exciting. Even better than that, I get to take a surfing class. Honestly with my coordination skills this could prove to be a very bad thing, but I hope/believe that any time in the water will be good time.

3.    Traveling to Nearby Countries

Being from the US, especially the west, means that everything is spread out. To get to California it’s about 6 hours, Vegas is the same, and Rocky Point about 5. In other words, if you drive for 4 hours in any direction you are likely still in Arizona. From San Sebastián in 6 hours I can be in Paris, 5 hours to Madrid, or 5 hours to Barcelona. Beyond that, I’ve heard flights and trains are cheap and easy to find to most destinations. I’m really looking forward to being able to be somewhere so different in such a short amount of time.

4.     Living Somewhere New

On a whim one day I decided to Google maps old homes and discovered that I have lived in the same 25-mile radius my entire life. This burst my bubble somewhat, and I realized that “moving away to college” for me was really just moving a short drive west. Sure Tempe and Mesa are 2 different cities by name, but really they are not that different. I am an east valley Arizona kid. Starting September, however, I will be able to say I’ve lived abroad!

5.     FOOD

Of course, lastly and maybe most importantly I’m looking forward to the food. San Sebastián is known for its food and European cuisine in general is something I’ve looked forward to ever since we had exchange students growing up who would bring me foreign chocolate or cook for us. With the highest concentration of Michelin-star restaurants in a single city, San Sebastián is without a doubt going to be a culinary wonder. Their pintxos are the number one thing that shows up when I search for information about the city. Pintxos are essentially Basque tapas, which means they are small enough to eat a bunch at a time and try several flavors… let the pintxos sampling begin!

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Humorous Look at What I Learned from my Computer

As a teacher on a mission to infuse technology into my classes, I’m often surprised how often technology can be applied to teaching and life. I share these humorous gems with students during classes, post them on the classroom walls, and incorporate them into conversations with colleagues. My goal is to demystify technology, a topic that remains for many confusing and intimidating. If students and colleagues learn to approach it light-heartedly, they’ll be more likely to accept it.

Here are eleven tech terms I find myself applying daily to many of life’s quirks:

#1: Your short-term memory experienced a denial of service attack

A Denial of Service — a DoS – is defined as:

“…an interruption in an authorized user’s access to a computer network…”

If I’m the “authorized user” and my brain is the “computer network”, this happens to me often. Laypeople call it a “brain freeze” and it is characterized as an event, a name, or an appointment that should be remembered but isn’t. I simply explain to the class full of curious upturned faces (or colleagues at a staff meeting) that I am experiencing a DoS and ask that they please stand by.

#2: I don’t have enough bandwidth for that

“Bandwidth“ refers to your computer’s capacity for handling the volume of activity thrown at it. I learned how this geeky term applies to life from my millennial daughter. She says “yes” to everything people ask to the point that she can’t possibly complete what she promised. When she falls short, she explains that she no longer has enough bandwidth.

You might be familiar with the more pedestrian term “the straw that broke the camel’s back.” “Bandwidth” is a better way of saying it because no animals are harmed in its execution.

#3: Drill Down

“Drill down” is the IT process of digging through layers of nested folders to find the one you want. In the non-tech world, this is the “deep dive” people take to dig into a topic. Since Inc.com lists “deep dive” as one of the twenty-five most annoying phrases, I recommend you swap it with the fresher, more intriguing phrase, “drill down”.

#4: When all else fails, try a workaround

Many refer to this as “Plan B” (or C or D). It is an alternate way to accomplish something when the first didn’t work. The term “workaround” became popular in the latter half of the 20th century as a method to circumvent a software problem but today, it applies any time you need to find an unusual and creative solution to a problem.

#5: I need to optimize

“Optimize” means “to make as flawless, effective, or functional as possible“. It originally referred to computer systems but few remember these lexical roots. Now, it’s a pithy way to say you want to perfect a process or solution.

#6: Garbage in garbage out

“Garbage in garbage out” is an old computer term to express the idea that poor quality input results in a poor quality output. It means exactly the same in the classroom. If students don’t do what they need to in preparation for a test, they won’t get the result they hope for. Ipso facto, “garbage in garbage out”.

#7: Garbage collect

“Garbage collect” is where computer folks search out code or processes that are no longer relevant and delete them to optimize the software or app. I don’t have the bandwidth to understand the geeky details of this so I use it in unplugged places. If I can garbage collect the irrelevant stuff in my closet or my ToDo list, I can focus on what is important.

Thank you, Andrew, for this term!

#8: Live in realtime

A decade ago, no one would have thought we needed to differentiate between “real time” — the actual time during which an event occurs — and whatever the alternative is but now, in 2019, we do. I’ll give you an example. Chatting via a phone or video call is real time. SMS or text chats aren’t. Well, they could be but often, people don’t get back to each other in a timely manner in texts. So, when someone wants to chat in real time, they want to call you, meet with you, or have a virtual get-together. They don’t want to email.

#9: Life requires decoding

How often do you hear people say, “It’s complicated.” Which is true —  life is complicated and requires unraveling, explaining, or as geeks like to say, decoding. “Decoding” in technology means to convert a coded message into simply-understood language. It’s the same in the classroom and your life. If things have become so confusing that even you can’t understand them, they might require decoding.

#10: You only want me for my Baud rate.

In technology, “Baud rate” determines the speed of communication over a data channel. I spent about fifteen minutes trying to Google a layperson definition of this term and failed. There’s nothing simple about the technical side of Baud rates but in real life, they’re easily understood. If someone wants you for your Baud rate, they want your brilliant ability to communicate ideas. You might admire Winston Churchill’s or Yogi Berra’s baud rate because they put so much meaning into a few words that everyone understood the message. See if you agree:

“Success comes of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.” –Winston Churchill

“It ain’t over till it’s over.” –Yogi Berra

#11: Hashtag it!

Hashtags were introduced to social media as an easy search method but quickly morphed into the Internet’s version of air quotes – outdated and annoying. At their start, adding #hashtag to your words awarded them a sense of trending-ness, making you worth listening to while boosting your creds. Now, they’re more likely to be as viral and intrusive as selfies but for educators who need to teach students where they are ready to learn, what we #hashtag will be remembered so why wouldn’t we use it?

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These eleven geeky words get the attention of my students and inspire them to proudly “put their geek on”. Do you have favorites you use?

More

Everything I Need to Know Came From a Computer (four more words you’ll want to own)

10 Bits of Wisdom I Learned from my Computer (ten more)

Jacqui Murray has been teaching K-18 technology for 30 years. She is the editor/author of over a hundred tech ed resources including a K-12 technology curriculum, K-8 keyboard curriculum, K-8 Digital Citizenship curriculum. She is an adjunct professor in tech ed, Master Teacher, webmaster for four blogs, an Amazon Vine Voice, CSTA presentation reviewer, freelance journalist on tech ed topics, contributor to NEA Today and TeachHUB, and author of the tech thrillers, To Hunt a Sub. You can find her resources at Structured Learning.

Humorous Look at What I Learned from my Computer published first on https://medium.com/@DLBusinessNow

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Humorous Look at What I Learned from my Computer

As a teacher on a mission to infuse technology into my classes, I’m often surprised how often technology can be applied to teaching and life. I share these humorous gems with students during classes, post them on the classroom walls, and incorporate them into conversations with colleagues. My goal is to demystify technology, a topic that remains for many confusing and intimidating. If students and colleagues learn to approach it light-heartedly, they’ll be more likely to accept it.

Here are eleven tech terms I find myself applying daily to many of life’s quirks:

#1: Your short-term memory experienced a denial of service attack

A Denial of Service — a DoS – is defined as:

“…an interruption in an authorized user’s access to a computer network…”

If I’m the “authorized user” and my brain is the “computer network”, this happens to me often. Laypeople call it a “brain freeze” and it is characterized as an event, a name, or an appointment that should be remembered but isn’t. I simply explain to the class full of curious upturned faces (or colleagues at a staff meeting) that I am experiencing a DoS and ask that they please stand by.

#2: I don’t have enough bandwidth for that

“Bandwidth“ refers to your computer’s capacity for handling the volume of activity thrown at it. I learned how this geeky term applies to life from my millennial daughter. She says “yes” to everything people ask to the point that she can’t possibly complete what she promised. When she falls short, she explains that she no longer has enough bandwidth.

You might be familiar with the more pedestrian term “the straw that broke the camel’s back.” “Bandwidth” is a better way of saying it because no animals are harmed in its execution.

#3: Drill Down

“Drill down” is the IT process of digging through layers of nested folders to find the one you want. In the non-tech world, this is the “deep dive” people take to dig into a topic. Since Inc.com lists “deep dive” as one of the twenty-five most annoying phrases, I recommend you swap it with the fresher, more intriguing phrase, “drill down”.

#4: When all else fails, try a workaround

Many refer to this as “Plan B” (or C or D). It is an alternate way to accomplish something when the first didn’t work. The term “workaround” became popular in the latter half of the 20th century as a method to circumvent a software problem but today, it applies any time you need to find an unusual and creative solution to a problem.

#5: I need to optimize

“Optimize” means “to make as flawless, effective, or functional as possible“. It originally referred to computer systems but few remember these lexical roots. Now, it’s a pithy way to say you want to perfect a process or solution.

#6: Garbage in garbage out

“Garbage in garbage out” is an old computer term to express the idea that poor quality input results in a poor quality output. It means exactly the same in the classroom. If students don’t do what they need to in preparation for a test, they won’t get the result they hope for. Ipso facto, “garbage in garbage out”.

#7: Garbage collect

“Garbage collect” is where computer folks search out code or processes that are no longer relevant and delete them to optimize the software or app. I don’t have the bandwidth to understand the geeky details of this so I use it in unplugged places. If I can garbage collect the irrelevant stuff in my closet or my ToDo list, I can focus on what is important.

Thank you, Andrew, for this term!

#8: Live in realtime

A decade ago, no one would have thought we needed to differentiate between “real time” — the actual time during which an event occurs — and whatever the alternative is but now, in 2019, we do. I’ll give you an example. Chatting via a phone or video call is real time. SMS or text chats aren’t. Well, they could be but often, people don’t get back to each other in a timely manner in texts. So, when someone wants to chat in real time, they want to call you, meet with you, or have a virtual get-together. They don’t want to email.

#9: Life requires decoding

How often do you hear people say, “It’s complicated.” Which is true —  life is complicated and requires unraveling, explaining, or as geeks like to say, decoding. “Decoding” in technology means to convert a coded message into simply-understood language. It’s the same in the classroom and your life. If things have become so confusing that even you can’t understand them, they might require decoding.

#10: You only want me for my Baud rate.

In technology, “Baud rate” determines the speed of communication over a data channel. I spent about fifteen minutes trying to Google a layperson definition of this term and failed. There’s nothing simple about the technical side of Baud rates but in real life, they’re easily understood. If someone wants you for your Baud rate, they want your brilliant ability to communicate ideas. You might admire Winston Churchill’s or Yogi Berra’s baud rate because they put so much meaning into a few words that everyone understood the message. See if you agree:

“Success comes of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.” –Winston Churchill

“It ain’t over till it’s over.” –Yogi Berra

#11: Hashtag it!

Hashtags were introduced to social media as an easy search method but quickly morphed into the Internet’s version of air quotes – outdated and annoying. At their start, adding #hashtag to your words awarded them a sense of trending-ness, making you worth listening to while boosting your creds. Now, they’re more likely to be as viral and intrusive as selfies but for educators who need to teach students where they are ready to learn, what we #hashtag will be remembered so why wouldn’t we use it?

***

These eleven geeky words get the attention of my students and inspire them to proudly “put their geek on”. Do you have favorites you use?

More

Everything I Need to Know Came From a Computer (four more words you’ll want to own)

10 Bits of Wisdom I Learned from my Computer (ten more)

Jacqui Murray has been teaching K-18 technology for 30 years. She is the editor/author of over a hundred tech ed resources including a K-12 technology curriculum, K-8 keyboard curriculum, K-8 Digital Citizenship curriculum. She is an adjunct professor in tech ed, Master Teacher, webmaster for four blogs, an Amazon Vine Voice, CSTA presentation reviewer, freelance journalist on tech ed topics, contributor to NEA Today and TeachHUB, and author of the tech thrillers, To Hunt a Sub. You can find her resources at Structured Learning.

Humorous Look at What I Learned from my Computer published first on https://medium.com/@DigitalDLCourse