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[inspired-lesson-plans]

Revisited & Revised

ELA, Grade 6, Reading Comprehension Test RI.PP.6.5. Identify author’s purpose perspective or potential bias in a text and explain the impact on the reader’s interpretation.

Do Now:

Read the above paragraph. Write a response stating whether you agree or disagree and why. DO NOT WRITE YOUR NAME ON YOUR RESPONSE. Turn in your response when you're done.

Class Discussion:

Ask for a show of hands to see who finished reading the whole paragraph. Glance through the submitted responses to see who was maybe less than honest in their response and who was, indeed, Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you.

genuinely one of the saddest parts of this new era of the internet is how hard it is to rick roll someone now. with people's attention spans shortening so much, they wouldn't even get through the first few bait seconds before clicking off the video. like i saw a comment that ended with "btw i made all of this up" and the replies kept treating it so seriously because none of them finished the entire 4 sentence comment. and We're no strangers to love You know the rules and so do I (do I) A full commitment's what I'm thinking of You wouldn't get this from any other guy I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling Gotta make you understand Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry Never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

[cosmicmordecai]

Reminder that AGAIN, Mace Windu actually gave Qui-Gon the benefit of the doubt in The Phantom Menace and tasked him with finding the identity of the warrior. It wasn’t like they said no & went their merry way & he got offed.

It’s crazy how much we shift the blame to the point Yaddle puts the onus on the Council in TOTJ when she was literally in the damn room when Windu said this would essentially uncover if it’s indeed the Sith or not. Even Mundi supported the move.

[soobuneary]

Infidelity (1) - Wonho X Reader

Wonho (Lee Hoseok) X (fem) Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warning: mentions of religion, cheating, drinking, unprotected sex, public sex

*cross-posted on ao3, this is a revised version of the original story

Summary: You've been having trouble navigating a rocky relationship with your boyfriend and his religious family, but one night with Hoseok at the club helps you relieve your tension.

Bored is an understatement, you decide, as you sit at a table in the back of the dimly lit club sipping water. You’re the designated driver for your friends tonight, but if you’re honest you wish you were drunk and dancing with a hot stranger. It would be a good way to forget about the argument you had from hours before.

Jacob is a decent boyfriend, but he sure knows how to make you feel like shit. He is fine as hell, olive skin, perfect white teeth, and a curly mop of perfect black curls on top of his head. But the two of you have one major conflict: Jacob is from a perfect, picket fence Christian home and you are definitely not what one would call a ‘woman of God’. His parents hate you, his siblings judge you, but the sex can be heavenly.

Thinking about it only escalates your anger. Who is he, to sit on a throne and look down on you? He drinks, he has sex, he curses! But he had the gall to condemn you for going out tonight, a Saturday night, before he drags you to a service at his church tomorrow.

Releasing a sigh you look up and do a scan of your friends on the dance floor. Everyone seems to be having a good time and no one seems to be in need of a rescue. As a designated driver, it’s always important to make sure none of your drunk friends are trapped in uncomfortable and possibly dangerous situations. To forget about how much you wish you were dancing and drinking, you open Instagram on your phone only to regret it. Smiling brightly at you, the first post is from Beth, a girl in Jacob’s bible study group. The two of them are grinning, touching cheek to cheek, and holding up what you cold only assume to be plastic cups of Hawaiian Punch. The two of you had talked many times about the big crush Beth has on your boyfriend, but he refuses to listen.

It was when you put your phone down on the table with a huff you notice the pair of piercing dark eyes staring holes in you. The eyes belong to a man who must’ve been sculpted by a Greek god. You want to look away, but his stare pulls you into a trance that was impossible to escape. He’s wearing a black and red button up, buttoned low enough to expose his chest, his blonde hair is in opposition to the dark look in his eyes. They’re not intimidating but inviting. Your heart skips a beat when you see him take one step in your direction, butyour view is abruptly occupied by one of your friends.

“Hey”, she slurred, “which drink is mine?” She giggles while twirling a strand of her purple hair on her finger.

You hand it to her carefully, though your words are frantic. “How do I look, Sophia?”

Her laugh escapes her perfect, pink lips again, “Hot as shit! I’d hit!” She haphazardly places her drink on the table after a quick sip. As she turns to head back to the dance floor you call out to her to be careful. You close your eyes and release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. ‘That looks fun…’

When you open your eyes to your surprise the handsome stranger is standing at your table. You hide your surprise the best you can, but he must have seen your blush peek through because he smirks. Extending a hand to you he introduces himself, “I’m Hoseok.”

Taking his hand you smile, “Y/N.”

“May I sit?” You scoot over in response to make room for him in the cramped booth. When he sits you realize how muscular this stranger is, and his large thigh touching yours makes you a little nervous. He gives you an up-down with his eyes, but you keep your composure. “Why aren’t you dancing, Y/N?”

His eyes finally meet yours and you feel butterflies erupting in your stomach. It definitely isn’t good to be this attracted to someone who hasn’t even spoke more than ten words to you yet. “I’m driving tonight, and I guess I just don’t feel like dancing.”

He softly caresses one of your hands resting on your lap, “Just because you’re not drinking? You don’t need to drink to have fun.”

“I know!” You protest, but you don’t flee from his touch. He is incredibly sexy, charming, and already touching you. Trouble.

“So, will you dance with me?” Hoseok sets off every warning in your head. All signs pointed to mistakes, but you nod.

He leads you to the dance floor and his hands find their place on your hips. He slips behind you, and you grind on him to the beat of the music. Feeling his hot breath on your neck only encourages you to keep going. You reach back and run your hands across his shoulders as he grinds right back onto your ass. The music pulses in your ears along with the beat of your heart, ever so slowly increasing. He suddenly turns you around but continues to dance. “Would you want to take this somewhere else?”

You stand on the tips of your toes to assure he can hear you. Lips softly caressing his ear you say, “I have to stay. I’m the designated driver, remember?”

He grabs your hands and puts them on his shoulders. After giving your neck a few gentle kisses he murmurs into your ear, “We don’t have to leave the club.”

“Aren’t you moving pretty fast? We haven’t even danced for that long.”

His next words pierced right through your resolve. “I’m just a man who knows what I want.”

The butterflies from before are now eagerly trying to escape your stomach and a tingle between your legs has lit a fire. You whisper back loud enough for only him to hear, “Show me what you have in mind.”

He leads you to the bathroom and although your brain is fighting it with all it’s might, your heart wins out and you follow his lead. Well, maybe not your heart, but something akin to desire inside of you. As soon as the door is closed and locked you are pushed back against the door. His lips hungrily attach to your exposed neck and shoulders, and his hands push off the thin straps of your satin, periwinkle dress. You grab his shoulders to steady yourself before snaking one hand down to rub his bulge. He groans in response, and you feel him smile against the dainty gold chain of your necklace.

His breathing is just as unsteady as yours as he pulls back and examines your neck. He smirks, “A cross?”

His hands are tugging on the hem of your dress and in a moment of stupidity and blatant honesty you blurt out, “My boyfriend gave it to me.”

His eyes catch yours for only a moment before he huffs, “Some boyfriend you have, he must be terrible.” One hand gingerly leaves the hem of your dress only to caress between your legs. You gasp and hold his large biceps with both hands. “You’re so wet and needy for me already. Some shit boyfriend.” He whispers the last part, and roughly bites your shoulder. You couldn’t hold yourself back any longer from grabbing his face and pressing your lips to his. The last thing you want to do is think about Jacob. You only want to get lost in Hoseok’s embrace.

His hand on your pussy gently moves, and he begins to rub your clit through your panties with his index and middle fingers. You wildly run your hands through his hair as the pace of the kiss picks up. His free hand roams over your breasts and you gasp as he pinches one of your nipples through your dress and bralette. He breaks the kiss to your dismay.

“Looks like you wanted to find someone tonight. Is he here?”

You kiss his jaw and murmur, “No. Please, I need you right now.”

He removes the hand from your panties and gently touches your cheek with his palm, but the look in his eyes is scarily dark. It sends a new wave of desire down to where you wanted him most. “I’ll fuck you until you forget him.”

His left hand abandons your breasts and slithers down to pull up the bottom of your dress. Your hands work on undoing his belt and pants, but the two of you refuse to break this kiss. It’s an ill-fought battle for dominance, and Hoseok has been winning from the start. His tongue slides over yours and you can’t help but let out a moan.

“Pretty”, he says against your lips as he lines himself up with your entrance. “What pretty sounds.” He rubs the head of his dick against your clit in hopes of ellicting a reaction.

It works, of course, and you moan loudly before remembering where you were. Your cheeks flared red with embarrassment.

“Hos- Hoseok..”

He bites your lip before releasing it. “What?”

You hook one leg around his waist, effectively pulling him even closer. “I need you in me, please”, you breathe out.

He chuckles slightly sadistically before softly grasping your chin in one hand. His other hand was still rubbing himself onto you. It was maddening. “But what about your boyfriend, Y/N?”

You groan, which makes him snicker lowly. “Please fuck me, Hoseok.” You hate begging, but he has a point. He is a stranger caught up in your infidelity.

“Jump.” You do as you’re told and wrap your legs around him. He places you against the door, and the anticipation of finally getting what you’ve been lusting over makes your mouth water. In a moment of out of place sweetness, he whispers against the cusp of your ear, “Let me know if it’s too much, please.”

Without any more warning than that, he slowly pushes into you. You bite your lip hard as he finally bottoms out. It hurts in the most pleasurable way. He was much bigger than Jacob. You don’t get much time to adjust as he pulls back and slides back in. Again and again, until he’s picking up the pace. The pleasure begins to make you teary-eyed. “More.”

A wicked laugh escapes his lips as he place a hands on the door while keeping the other hand roughly holding your ass. His lips catch yours in a heated kiss as his hips begin to snap rapidly. You grip him even tighter with your hands and legs, holding on for your life, and unknowingly also grip his dick inside of you. He releases a low growl against your lips and you’re suddenly aware of the door rattling behind you. The idea of getting caught turned you on even more. His kisses move to your neck and ear again, and you can’t help but throw your head back in pleasure. Between his sucking on your skin and his dick bringing you closer to the edge, you know you won’t last much longer, but you don’t want him to stop. Every ounce of your willpower is holding onto your orgasm and refusing to let go. Thrust after delicious thrust is eating away at you, and the pleasure so intense your head feels fuzzy.

“Let it go, baby. Cum on me, Y/N.”

You can’t hold on any longer after that, and you release around his cock. Wave after wave of ecstasy washes over your entire body making you arch your back and curl your toes. He keeps pumping into you until it the feeling is unbearable.

He quickly pulls out and unwraps you from his body. “On your knees.” The demand makes your weak knees shake more, but you comply. He pumps himself with his hand for only a few seconds before he cums all over your chest. The sight of him, jerking movements and grunts looking down on you, gets you impossibly more hot and bothered. Your breath catches in your throat as he comes off his high and locks his eyes with yours.

The eye contact only lasts a few moments before he moves to get a paper towel and wet it. Your high was wearing off, and the emptiness made you feel frozen in your place on your knees on the dirty bathroom floor. He hands the paper towel to you so you can clean yourself up, then does the same for himself. He won’t make eye contact with you as he gets dressed, and you feel awkward in this small space with him. You stand up but neither of you say anything, until he finally breaks the silence. 

You’re wiping at the little bit of cum on the neckline of your dress when he speaks. HE’s holding his phone out to you. “Your number.”

Your hands are shaking slightly as you put your name and number in. When you give it back to him, he smiles at you and leaves you alone in the bathroom with a small smirk and a “see you soon, Y/N”.

He’s out of the bathroom and you attempt to straighten yourself up. Makeup is smudged and hair is everywhere, but you can’t make yourself care. The rush of your encounter with Hoseok sticks a smile to your face and drives a rush through your heart.

When you finally make it out of the bathroom your friends inform you how late it is and how they want to go home. You look around for Hoseok, but you don’t see him. It doesn’t matter, you think, because you’re sure you’ll hear from him soon enough.

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“Aren’t you hot, sweetie?” Jacob eyes you up and down, taking in your beige, long sleeve turtleneck dress. “It’s like 75 outside.”

“I feel fine.” You smile at him as you stand for opening prayer.

You hear his mother murmur under her breath, “At least she’s covered up for once…”

You can’t help but smirk, thinking of all the marks Hoseok left behind. ‘If only you knew…’

I hope you enjoyed it!! Thanks for reading!

[magnusbae]

Hi! What about "Can you stay with me?" (and if you'd like it my bonus prompt is "drunk") 💗

The initial draft was written while I was quite literally fainting late at night & the second one fully rewritten while I am dazed and out of it. I would say that I was method writing Obi-Wan who is indeed very much drunk in this one, dearest anon. Thank you for the prompt~ 😊💖

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Obikin || 4,004w || Drunk Obi-Wan is agonized by the prospect of his freshly knighted Padawan leaving him behind— and more. 😌 Some flavors of gentle lime in this drink, very light, very sweet. 🍋💖

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"Can you stay with me?"

Obi-Wan Kenobi sounds properly pathetic and he knows it. Grasping at Anakin’s Tabards as he is, mind swirling in hazy circles around the notion he was doing his very best to avoid thinking about for the past few months. It is not long now that Anakin would look at his Master and see him for what he really was. Perhaps even today. Inebriated as he is, he makes for a good serving of disillusionment. All Anakin needs to do is look, and see, and then…

It seems inevitable—his Padawan will leave.

Former Padawan. Anakin is no longer his Padawan, and that is the heart of it, isn’t it? The severed braid was the firs step. Them having each a battalion of their own, stationed light years away from each other with only the occasional joint mission, a second. The third and final step would be for Anakin to finally open his eyes and look, and see.

It won’t be hard to unveil the carefully crafted Jedi Master facade Obi-Wan had cultivated for the past decade. No, it won’t be hard at all. If Anakin were to stop glorifying him, stop shaping him to be what ever form of idol he had needed for while growing up, if only he were to take an unbiased look at him…

There will no longer be, Kenobi and Skywalker.

For the naked truth was, Anakin had outgrown him, had become more powerful and capable than his Master. There’s little left that Obi-Wan could still offer, still teach. He should be proud. The only one still refusing to see it, is Anakin himself. Once that revelation comes to pass however, it will be complete. A true break, as befitting the Jedi way. Obi-Wan finds no peace in the thought, no completion nor satisfaction in the successful completion of his Padawan’s training—a symbol of his own Mastery.

Not when it means losing him. Not then.

Given his state of drunkenness, words slurred and feet unsteady, he thinks that it’s worth putting to question whatever or not he was a good Jedi at all, least of all a Master. Try as he might, he finds it hard to ponder further. His choice to look inward is as always an avoidance, an escape. An easy detour from looking outward, from looking at Anakin. Anakin who’s eyes he can feel like a physical touch, boring into his very soul.

Obi-Wan’s avoidance is nearly as strong as Anakin’s natural magnetism. One is counseling him to avoid looking, save himself the pain of witnessing the exact moment in which the realization dawns upon the boy. The second, stronger still, demands his undivided attention on him, demands him to look. Demands him. 

Obi-Wan looks up, he meets those eyes, his demise.

Anakin’s eyes widen and he blinks, endless blue clearing as if coming out of some sort of shock.

“Can I—” Anakin splutters “—Obi-Wan, even if the council explicitly ordered me to go save the entire karkin universe just now, I wouldn’t be leaving your side— stars you’ve any idea what you look like right now?

Obi-Wan’s tongue is heavy but he parts his lips to answer, something clever to be sure, he always finds something to say.

“No, never mind.” Anakin cuts in before he could speak. There’s such decisiveness in his tone, such confidence. His former Padawan stands tall, his arms are strong and sure as he handles Obi-Wan closer, making him lean more of his weight against his chest. It’s broad and firm. Obi-Wan should not be noticing those things, should not be aware of those things. It is a further evidence that his Padawan is well and truly grown. Further evidence of his own failing as a Jedi, as a Master, as a…man. Obi-Wan should not be inhaling and smelling home. Should not be leaning closer, itching all over for more, more.

“You’re so wasted that I am surprised you’ve even recognized me at all.” Anakin continues talking, as if the universe is not shifting beneath Obi-Wan’s feet as it is him who finally looks with his gaze unbiased. “The drunken messages though, those you will be seeing tomorrow” there’s dark mirth in that dear voice. “I bet you wanted to send them to— someone else.” Anakin glances at him, eyes narrowed.

Obi-Wan’s offenses at Anakin’s assumption he could ever not recognize him dies over under his gaze, dark and rich, his eyes are captivating. Before Anakin, he did not know that a blue can hold such multitudes. Both the clear morning sky, and the moon lit sky. Beautiful. They loosens his tongue as well as any truth serum would. That or the bottle he had finished on his own finally soaked through.

“I will always—”  His voice comes out so thick that he coughs, starting Anakin from his dark contemplations, whichever those might be. His eyebrows furrow and he quickly snatches a cup of something clear off of a passing robo-waitress’s tray. Irritated with the distraction, Obi-Wan accepts it and drinks if only to make way for the words to follow. He will not let it go. Not now that he’d started. “I will always recognize you, Padawan Mine, drugged, beaten, or otherwise preoccupied— I will always—” “Drugged?!” Anakin cuts in again, arms tightening around Obi-Wan and strangling the annoyed huff at being cut again “You did not mention anything about being drugged, what the kark’ Obi-Wan?!”

Obi-Wan’s mouth is dry, similar to how being drugged would feel. His mind swims and all he sees is Anakin. There’s warmth in his chest, there’s a burn in his gut, there’s a tug in his— 

“It’s hard to tell” he says sheepishly, embarrassed, eyes straying away from Anakin’s strong jaw and up, up to the lights on the ceiling. He should not be thinking of how Anakin’s proximity is enough to replicate a strong drug. How out of orbit he feels around him as of late. “They all start the same, so…” 

Anakin is hardly listening. Instead he is surveying the club with a look of fury that is bordering on homicidal, freeing one hand to rest it on his lightsaber. There’s the distinct feeling of Anakin stretching his force signature out, covering the room, no doubt attempting to locate anyone within their proximity who might have dared drug his former Master. Oh if only he knew that he was the culprit all along. 

Obi-Wan snorts, finding an odd sense of humor in it.

Anakin’s gaze darts back to him, sharp and accusing. He looks so handsome under the colorful, dim lights. He looks so… 

“Ah-nakin.” Obi-Wan sighs out and shuts his eyes lest his spinning head forces him to sober up in the most un-jedi manner.  

“Stay with me,” the request comes so easy, what was it that he was so afraid of? It’s so easy, too easy. Frighteningly so, to reach and touch Anakin’s forearm. There’s skin beneath his touch, warm and human, tense muscles beneath. “Ah” Obi-Wan sighs out in realization. Anakin had rolled the sleeves, so very unofficial for a Jedi and yet so very Anakin of him.

Master Windu would have hated it. It wouldn’t surprise Obi-Wan if this was exact reason why Anakin did it to begin with, after all, he was most adept to handling heat and was not bothered by it even while all else were. Obi-Wan really should have reprimanded the boy more often, should have stopped Anakin from executing all those harmless little vendettas of his while growing up.

If only he did not find them to be so endearing, so amusing. If only he was a better Master, a proper Master. He would have. 

His brain is foggy and he had already forgotten what was it it that he had hoped to achieve by touching Anakin, only that his fingers are circling his wrist and touching the spot at which he can feel his life pulsing. What a terrible habit it is, being intoxicated while negotiating. You should only ever drink enough to appear drunk, never more. How is he to get what he wants, when he has no ideas what it was? 

Obi-Wan’s eyelids are heavy when he tries to blink them open and focus on Anakin. There’s the signature frown, so familiar Obi-Wan can’t help but smile. Anakin is chewing his lips, a compulsion he had never managed to rid himself of. He looks torn between the need to locate and deal with the ‘enemy’, and…. Obi-Wan. 

The way Anakin looks, that should not be reminiscent of the targets Obi-Wan opts for charm as the main form of negotiation with. Should not stir the excitement of a hunt, of a game to be won. Obi-Wan should not use his looks to achieve his goals, he should not use them to get what he wants, he should be a better man than that.

Obi-wan is not a better man. 

Licking his own dry lips, he let’s go off of Anakin’s wrist and reaches for Anakin’s cheeks. There’s a tremble in the touch, his, Anakin’s? He is not certain. 

“Dear One, you can chase your enemies tomorrow.” He speaks in a hushed murmur, he hopes he sounds soft and alluring “Tonight, will you guard this drunk Master of yours?” he looks up, through his lashes, breathing shallowly, feeling hot, hot, hot all over. 

Anakin let’s go off of the lightsaber. It’s an answer enough to what he had picked. It still is deeply gratifying to feel the boy’s hand cover his own, guide it until he wraps his arm around Anakin’s shoulders. It’s an awkward angle, with Anakin being taller than he— he cares very little for it when Anakin wraps an arm around his waist. 

“Let’s go.” He is tight lipped and determined, guiding Obi-Wan out and into a speeder that is parked not far off. If Obi-Wan was even slightly more aware, he’d realize just how much attention the pair of them had draw, how all of the eyes had followed them out. Sometimes he forgets, how famous they had become during this accursed war. Sometimes, he is glad to not remember. 

Anakin is terribly efficient at getting them to the Temple. One blink of an eye they’re flying through the busy highways of Coruscant, the next he is tossed unceremoniously onto a bed that feels and smells familiar. His bed.

They’re in his quarters. Their quarters until very recently. He is breathing harder and he does not dare to think of why. If he does not think, it does not exist. He is self aware enough only to feel how disheveled his robes feel on his body, how messy his hair is, how hot his skin feels all over. He is a mess. 

“Dear one?” he questions. He refuses to acknowledge how his own tone drops, refuses to admit he is rolling his vowels in a way he knows thickens his accent in the most attractive of ways. He doesn’t know why he is flirting with Anakin Skywalker when the boy is barely out of his knighthood and is Anakin. His Anakin, his Anakin on whom he just looked in a way he really should not be looking at, through his eyelashes, with a heavy, wanting gaze. 

The redness of Anakin’s cheeks is evidence enough that he hears and understands the situation well enough. That he is very much aware of what his Master is doing. That he is… perhaps affected. 

Obi-Wan swallows, trying to push himself up to his elbows. He needs to sober up, he must tell him that he is merely jesting, that it is all a little tease, a little laugh, nothing more, just….

Anakin cuts him to it. Before he can excuse, or joke, or explain.

“Not while you’re drunk.” Anakin bites, sounding frustrated, lips swollen red from biting. Obi-Wan startles, surprised. 

What did Anakin just say? Imply?

Blatantly threw straight into his face, more like. 

Yes, but not while he is drunk.

Absurdly, a swell of pride fills his chest to the brim. Anakin’s manners and chivalry surprises him, pleases him. He had raised him well after all, he did not fail him, at least not in this.

His pleasure must bleed into the Force as Anakin regards him with a dark, baffled look. It’s so dark, most would find it intimidating, but for Obi-Wan it’s… dear. He can see the gentleness in that look, the care. There’s warmth in the force when Anakin insist on tucking him in, fingers methodical in the short, careful gestures. Tucking him in as if he was a child. Him, his Master. Former. 

Obi-Wan was tucked in only once in his lifetime, at least as far as he can remember. His first night in the Jedi Temple. So tense he was, so out of his depth, that the he was taken pity of, tucked in with a quiet promise of everything making sense soon. It helped.

It had never happen again. 

“Ahnakin.” he tries to protest, tries to pull a face of offended indigence. It’s hard to do when he is practically shining within the force. A single look from his apprentice is enough to quiet him down. 

“Master.” Anakin replies, and there’s a little eyeroll there. His cheeks are still flushed but he seems as determined as Obi-Wan to not address the Bantha in the room. “You really should be more careful” he lectures him in a way Obi-Wan can distinctly remember doing a few years back, when Anakin had gotten drunk for the first time. 

He leaves then, without a word. Obi-Wan’s throat closes and there’s a pang of pain in his heart. No this. He remembers now. Him. Leaving. That was the whole reason, that was why—

“Master?” Anakin sounds concerned, a glass of water and a container of what looks to be painkillers in his hands. “Are you sick?” a few strides and he is by Obi-Wan’s bed again, placing he glass and container at the bedside table. He looks well and truly worried. 

Unthinking, Obi-Wan sits up. So sudden that he does feel sick from the motion. He ignores it. He reaches for Anakin’s face with both hands, cupping his cheeks with a grip that is too strong, too desperate. A Jedi should not hold onto things with such fervor. 

All it takes for him to lean is to Anakin, is to stop resisting if only for a moment. Anakin’s pull was always there, stronger and stronger until it had become a daily challenge to ignore it, to pretend he does not feel it. All it takes is to stop resisting and his lips find Anakin’s, pressing against that plush softness, inhaling his exhale and finally, finally feeling anchored, inside the orbit he was always meant to circle.

He tilts his chin, leans in, knowing his beard will scratch pleasantly against the smooth jaw, kisses in deeper—

“Mahster—!” Anakin gasps into the kiss, a pang of shock and uncertainty clouding the force around them, sipping through the open nerves of their broken bond.  He does not want to take advantage of his Master, does not want him to end up hating him, does not want him to wake up and be disgusted, appalled— but he wants, he wants so badly. 

“Oh, Anakin.” Obi-Wan breathes out, unsure if it’s endearment of relief that fills him up with warmth, with lightness. One thing he is certain of, no one had ever been, or will be, as sweet, as kind, as dear as Anakin is to him. “I could never hate him.” There’s a drunken lisp to his voice, he needs a moment to correct himself. “You.” He manages, meeting Anakin’s eyes and not blinking, not wanting to miss a single moment. Wanting to see the exact moment in which Anakin realizes he is serious, that he is the most honest he’s been in years. 

Anakin seems to be realizing it too, his eyes widening and cheeks coloring a deeper red than before, he bites his lip.

“I might be…” Obi-Wan’s gaze drops to Anakin’s lips and he thinks about… “intoxicated…” he forces himself to look up, away from temptation, away from sin. “Drugged, possibly.” He is still not fully certain if he is, or it truly is just Anakin with a touch of alcohol. “But I am very much aware that…” he smiles before completing the sentence, it widens so much further with the words to come “…my Padawan simply cannot take advantage of his Master…” there’s really no need to be using this many terms of belonging, especially when they are outdated and irrelevant, but he just cannot… “On the contrary, I am the one who should be deeply ashamed for…mnnn-” 

Anakin’s lips quiet him up, he was never a patient listener, never could hear his Master finish a thought. This is the most effective he had ever been at cutting Obi-Wan’s line of thought, by far. He kisses him in a way Obi-Wan would have never guessed him capable of— it’s soft, sweet, patient. A tender thing, careful, loving. Obi-Wan gasps. Thinking, dazedly of how Anakin will grow to be an amazing lover, so attentive, a beast holding back his fangs in favor of gentle lips… 

The thought sets a burning coil of arousal deep in Obi-Wan’s gut.

Not good. Beyond not good. He should…. 

The thought is present and yet he licks at Anakin’s lips, asking for permission. He is granted one without resistance, without hesitance. Anakin’s lips part and he can taste him and oh, oh. Obi-Wan groans, muscles tensing as he shifts to sit straighter, moving a hand to Anakin’s nape and pulling him closer.

He nearly chokes when the boy sucks on his tongue, arousal shocking him into near soberness. 

“Anakin…” he knows, there’s not enough alcohol in the universe to convince him that this is not going too far, he knows and yet… 

He kisses Anakin again, a little hungrier, a little more wanting.

He must stop this madness. To think that he had started it, to think that he had taken advantage of his trusting, sweet—

“No, Master.” Anakin answers, and Obi-Wan wonders just how much of his shields is truly left if his thoughts can be read so easily, so plainly. “You’ve asked me to stay, and I will stay.” That assuredness is back, firm and leaving no space for argument. This is the same man who leads men on a battlefield, who commands, who leads. Obi-Wan finds it impossibly, undeniably, devastatingly attractive.

“You will sleep.” Anakin decides then, tearing his eyes away from Obi-Wan long enough to gesture at the lights, turning them off with the force. “And I will stay with you.” His eyes land back to Obi-Wan, dark mirth dancing in what Obi-Wan can still see of him. “To keep you safe, Master.” He is teasing him, the little devil.

“How will it even…” Obi-Wan doesn’t want to mention how narrow the bed really is, Anakin would know, with his constant complaints about how leg room and… 

“Don’t worry about that.” Anakin answers, confidence so cocky, so boyish that Obi-Wan huffs a surprised laughter, breaking into giggling when Anakin practically falls on top of him. They struggle like that, laughter mixing, limbs tangling, hair in a mouth and fingers against sides— Anakin captures him then, they’re on their sides, Anakin’s back is firm as he pulls Obi-Wan all the way to himself, forming….

“Absolutely not!” Obi-Wan’s voice raises and breaks a little, attempting to wriggle out of the trap he inadvertently fell into. There’s still some pride life in him. He will not permit this Jedi Knight, his former Padawan no less, big spoon him, 16 years his senior and former Master. Force be his witness, he will not allow it.

Anakin makes a suffering, exasperated exhale when Obi-Wan manages to slip out of his grip— only to be yanked back by the force. All he manages is a choked gasp of protest before the air is knocked out of him, his back hitting a firm chest a little too hard. There’s a vindictive sort of satisfaction in hearing Anakin chokes out a surprised exhale too, clearly, he did not account for the impact being this strong.

“Karkin’ hell…” he hears the boy muttering and snorts out, laughing even while Anakin wraps his mechno-arm around him, pulling him back into the not-as-offensive as before little spoon position. Fine, he thinks. He’ll allow it, just for this one night…. 

His eyes close and he shudders when Anakin’s nose press against his nape, he can feel the slow, deep inhale— can feel the content exhale that follows. 

“Finally.” Anakin breathes out, as if he was waiting for this moment longer than the few minutes  just now. Like he needed it, himself. Like it was not Obi-Wan, pathetic and alone, messaging his former Padawan while drunk beyond reason that led him here, but his own needs, own wants. Like he needed this too, him. Like he needs him. Obi-Wan. 

“Oh Force…” Obi-Wan calls upon it without realizing, without meaning it. Only the force can stand witness to this moment, judge it, measure it. Guide him, tell him right from wrong. “Force.” His voice trembles with it, realizing for the first time that Anakin does see him, in truth, does and still…

“It’s fine with it.” Anakin remarks, nonchalant, amusement coloring the timbre of his voice. “You don’t have to shout at her, I don’t think she like it very much” Anakin refers to the Force differently every time, Obi-Wan suspects he does it simply for the joy of throwing off the younglings.

It unsettles Obi-Wan as well, he will not admit that much, though. Anakin’s connection with the force was always stronger, always different than anyone else’s. If he’s saying that the Force is not finding this offensive…. Obi-Wan will trust him. Anakin enjoys messing around at times, stretching the truth about how the Force works, but he’d never lie about this, not to him. 

Obi-Wan’s body relaxes so completely that he practically sags into Anakin, relief, so much relief. It feels…. Good. There’s rightness to it that even without the Force humming pleasantly in his ears, he’d recognize. Like sharing a sleeping cot in the war zones, minus the blood and gore and pain… it feels secure, it feels…good…. 

He feels himself being lulled to what he suspects will be a long and restful sleep. Such a luxury as of late. “Mnh..” He jolts a little when a hand moves across his side, resting at his hip bone and then back up to his side. He should not permit Anakin this much leeway with him and yet…. He likes it… oh he likes it.

So he doesn’t comment it, allowing him to continue, to stroke him and care for him, and hold him. He is not leaving. 

Sleep comes ease, as easy as an inhale. One moment he is aware of all that surrounds him, the scent and warmth, the weight and touch. The next he is sinking into the open embrace of rest. Distantly, he feels the touch of a Force Signature he knows as well as his own. It is the only half of it, after all. Accepting it, is as easy as breathing too. 

There’s a distant shift, even in sleep he can feel the bond snapping back into place, like moons falling into a familiar route, circling a singular sun. Maybe it was not Anakin who was the sun around which Obi-wan was revolving all along, but their shared….

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SEL / Social Emotional Learning, all grades

Essential Question:

How can the lessons we observe in nature guide us in finding different kinds of solutions to different kinds of problems?

Do Now:

Write alt text for each of the 4 pages.

Remember, when writing an image description, your goal is to write a short, accurate account of only the important information that someone would want to know if they could not see the picture. This will force you to consider the images much more closely and you may notice new details.

Class Discussion:

Students share a few of their image descriptions.

Direct Instruction:

Teacher brings students' attention to the way the artistry in the images illustrates the ideas, such as the following exemplars:

The first tree clearly originated in the hollow log, like a child born in adverse circumstances. It had to make its own way out of there, yet it can never forget from whence it came.

The pavement already had cracks in it, which is what allowed the mushrooms to burst through. There's no way that it was easy, but sometimes you just have to know that it's possible.

The second tree navigated the uncompromising fence and could not change the fence, but it managed to thrive and grow thick despite its circumstances.

In the final series, the rock never gets any smaller, yet it feels smaller as the tree grows.

Higher Order Learning:

Think back on problems you have had to work your way through in your life and how you found your way through them.

Try to recall one example of a time in your life that you had to navigate each of these four scenarios, and how you succeeded. (If you don't think you've ever had to face one of these for real, then you can use stories from other people's lives).

Difficult circumstances that you were born into

An obstacle that you cannot bypass, only break through

An obstacle that you cannot break through, only bypass

Any problem that feels so big at first but feels smaller with the passage of time.

Growing.

[prettyflyshyguy]

In light of Sonic 3 (film) existing (no I havent seen it yet) I've been thinking. This is of course, extreemly dangerous for me, because it's reignited the everliving spark in my heart and my deep unconditional love for Sonic Adventure 2.

And subsequently the slight story-re-write AU I was making a while ago (10 YEARS, 10 YEARS AGO???)

I should revisit this. For fun.

[eyelectricmoon]

BUCK-TICK スブロサ (SUBROSA) - English translation & romaji

"SUBROSA"

Heavy gate, on the other side Private secret, under the rose Fox, wolf, snake, owl, black goat, wildcat, crow, hawk Their plan is a romantic adventure, don’t tell a soul Dream account perpetrator A bright future’s crime of conscience

SUBROSA SUBROSA Get yah SUBROSA SUBROSA Get yah SUBROSA Numbers of the ironclad rule Secret mystery, under the rose Alpha, bravo, charlie, delta Echo, foxtrot Their plan is Quebec, world PEACE Dream account perpetrator A bright future’s crime of conscience

SUBROSA SUBROSA Get yah SUBROSA SUBROSA Get yah SUBROSA

Heavy gate, on the other side Private secret, under the rose Fox, wolf, snake, owl, black goat, wildcat, crow, hawk Their plan is a romantic adventure, don’t tell a soul Dream account perpetrator A bright future’s crime of conscience

SUBROSA SUBROSA Get yah SUBROSA SUBROSA Get yah SUBROSA

Numbers of the ironclad rule Secret mystery, under the rose Alpha, bravo, charlie, delta Echo, foxtrot Their plan is Quebec, world PEACE Dream account perpetrator A bright future’s crime of conscience

SUBROSA SUBROSA Get yah SUBROSA SUBROSA Get yah SUBROSA

original kanji & romaji under cut !

kanji

重い扉 向こう側 内密秘密 薔薇の下 狐 狼 蛇 梟 黒山羊 山猫 鴉 鷹 奴らの計画はロマン 他言無用 夢物語の実行犯 明るい未来の確信犯

スブロサ スブロサ Get yah スブロサ スブロサ Get yah スブロサ

鉄の掟のナンバーズ ナイショナイショの薔薇の下 アルファ ブラボー チャーリー デルタ エコー フォックストロット 奴らの計画はケベック 世界PEACE 夢物語の実行犯 明るい未来の確信犯 スブロサ スブロサ Get yah スブロサ スブロサ Get yah スブロサ

重い扉 向こう側 内密秘密 薔薇の下 狐 狼 蛇 梟 黒山羊 山猫 鴉 鷹 奴らの計画はロマン 他言無用 夢物語の実行犯 明るい未来の確信犯

スブロサ スブロサ Get yah スブロサ スブロサ Get yah スブロサ

鉄の控のナンバーズ ナイショナイショの薔薇の下 アルファ ブラボー チャーリー デルタ エコー フォックストロット 奴らの計画はケベック 世界PEACE 夢物語の実行犯 明るい未来の確信犯

スブロサ スブロサ Get yah スブロサ スブロサ Get yah スブロサ

romaji

omoi tobira mukōgawa naimitsu himitsu bara no moto kitsune ōkami hebi fukuro kuroyagi yamaneko karasu taka yatsura no keikaku wa roman tagon muyō yumemonogatari no jikkōhan akarui mirai no kakushinhan

suburosa suburosa Get yah suburosa suburosa Get yah suburosa

tetsu no okite no nanbaazu naishonaisho no bara no moto arufa buravoo chaarii deruta ekoo fokkusu...torotto yatsura no keikaku wa Kebekku sekai PEACE yumemonogatari no jikkōhan akarui mirai no kakushinhan

suburosa suburosa Get yah suburosa suburosa Get yah suburosa

omoi tobira mukōgawa naimitsu himitsu bara no moto kitsune ōkami hebi fukuro kuroyagi yamaneko karasu taka yatsura no keikaku wa roman tagon muyō yumemonogatari no jikkōhan akarui mirai no kakushinhan

suburosa suburosa Get yah suburosa suburosa Get yah

tetsu no okite no nanbaazu naishonaisho no bara no moto arufa buravoo chaarii deruta ekoo fokkusu...torotto yatsura no keikaku wa Kebekku sekai PEACE yumemonogatari no jikkōhan akarui mirai no kakushinhan

suburosa suburosa Get yah suburosa suburosa Get yah suburosa

[inspired-lesson-plans]

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Any/Health Class, All Grades Before showing students the video in the original post, talk them through these facts from the National Down Syndrome Society. You may follow that link for more, but this is a good place to start.

Down Syndrome is a birth defect that anyone can be born with and affects approximately 1/775 humans.

People born with Down Syndrome usually have different looking faces and bodies than most typical people.

They also have cognitive delays, meaning they do not learn as quickly as most typical people.

They used to have a short life expectancy (average 25 years), but it's improved to a 60 year average.

Because of these developmental differences, there are many stereotypes about what people with Down Syndrome are like. For generations, pretty much everyone treated people with Down Syndrome, no matter what their age, like they were stupid children who couldn't do anything without constant help.

Do Now:

Before watching the video, quietly reflect on the following question:

Imagine being a person with Down Syndrome. What do you think it's like to...

Go to school, where you can't be in the same classes as everyone else and don't get to learn the same things?

Be an adult, when people see you as an eternal child?

Have a hobby or a job, when people think you can't do anything without lots of help?

After watching the video, turn and talk. Discuss the following questions:

Do you think this actress has Down Syndrome? Why?

Did she do a good job?

What was your favorite part of the video?

How would you feel if people always treated you like they treated her in the first half of the video?

What can you do to make the world a better place for the ~0.07% of the population who were born this way?

in recognition of World Down Syndrome Day on March 21

[kaiowut99]

GX Finalized-Subs!122 (and 123) (Preview): When Duel Zombies Attack (Recommended OST)

[spookberry]

New ideas just came up for kiyomi haunterly. An AU Where Draculaura is possessed by Kiyomi and after Draculaura talks it out with her after finding she was being possessed, the two became friends, possibly a couple. And the 2nd idea, What if Kiyomi was the red lady looking to haunt those popular kids who bully others?

Ooh the possession idea woulda been really cool, idk about haunting bullies or anything but I do like the idea of Kiyomi being something of a copycat Scarlet Lady.

Like I could see a totally opposite version of Haunted where Principle Revenant actually is aware to some degree that the chains are her own doing and she needs to repent for previous wrongdoings but starts spreading that punishment to her students. More a White Diamond or Walker scenerio where while she is totally corrupt and going too far, she also Believes in her own messaging rather than just spouting it to keep up a facade.

Her own strictness leading to a small revolution in the students ie Porter with his graffiti or maybe the second coming of the Red Lady. The current Red Lady isnt aware of Revenants past, but takes inspiration from the "myth" regardless. Becoming something of a teen vigilante, breaking people out of detention and causing mayhem around the school. Maybe she was also partly inspired from haunting monster high and realizing how much better a school they could have.

Making her haunting of Draculaura more obvious in hopes that the ghouls will start investigating. Afterall shes seen them get involved in other scenerios and maybe showing her peers that solids arent evil or scary like Revenant teaches will lead to less anxiety and give Revenant less control.

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ELA, Grade 6, Plot RL.IT.6.3. Describe how a particular text’s structure unfolds in a series of episodes and use textual evidence to describe how the characters respond or change as the plot moves toward a resolution. W.NW.6.3. Write narratives to develop real or imagined experiences or events using effective technique, relevant descriptive details, and well-structured event sequences.

Do Now:

Students form partner groups to read the above posts and discuss whether or not they find the story interesting. Would you watch a movie like that? Is there anything you would change about that story?

Direct Instruction:

Introduce students to Plotto, a nonfiction book published in 1928 that attempted to catalogue all of creative fiction into 1,462 "Master Plots". The author, William Wallace Cook, was not an academic, more like a content mill. In one year, 1910, he churned out more than a book a week (sentence taken from linked article).

The real utility of Plotto certainly varies by the author. 20th century screenwriters loved it as a way to produce familiar stories. But there are two tools that are undeniably useful.

A Demonstration of how to use Plotto

Show students this list of Character Codes

A, male protagonist A-2, male friend of A A-3, male rival or enemy of A A-4, male stranger AX, a mysterious male person, or one of unusual character B, female protagonist B-2, female friend of B B-3, female rival or enemy of B B-4, female stranger BX, a mysterious female person, or one of unusual character X, an inanimate object, an object of mystery, an uncertain quantity

There are more, but I don't think they're really worth trifling with.

Then, walk them through the idea of short plot summaries of conflicts, where one conflict feeds into another, then another, and so on until the story is done. Each subplot is linked to the other by asterisks in increasing number, like in plot 1440:

A, in great financial distress, pawns a valuable and mysterious object * A jade box, a “trick” box which can only be opened by one acquainted with the secret method ** A dies before he can redeem the object, X, which he has pawned ***

Each Plotto entry also references other entries that may link well with the entry you are currently reading. Github user Gary Kacmarcik did an excellent job of hosting the entirety of this book (which may or may not be in the public domain) such that you can easily click these links and see other entries.

Modeled Activity:

Students rewrite OP's plot using the Plotto format. They must reference characters using A, B, etc, and they must mark how one subplot leads into another subplot using asterisks.

Check students' work to make sure that everyone understands how to interpret Plotto entries.

Higher Order Learning:

Students work individually to use Garykac's Random Plot Picker to find at least one plot that resonates with them. The rest of this class is devoted to free-writing a short story based on what they chose, which will be finished outside of class and submitted for a grade.

also like 10-15 years from now I hope someone makes one of those inspirational sports movies except it’s a 50 year old woman who wants to play competitive online games and everyone tells her she can’t because she’s too old, her reflexes are too slow, etc, and she gets this grizzled trainer except they’re a 19 year old kid who had a promising career until carpal tunnel syndrome ruined their chances of becoming the world champion so they train her and she fuckin wins, the end. movie of the year.

[squigglysquidd]

Juxtaposed Revisions Snippet

Jane is thrilled to find out that Nuclear Fusion not only has ‘turian-approved’ flavors and combinations for their pizzas but also a dextro version of cheesy breadsticks.

At least, that’s what they seem to be and after some thought—and staring intensely at the menu’s pictures—Jane thinks the breadsticks might be what the turian family was recommending so adamantly. They fit the description and even though she has no idea what ‘caseus’ is, she’s sure she has the right food that’ll pair well with Garrus’ pizza.

If that family found it not only enjoyable but delicious, then maybe Garrus will too.

Jane smiles at the thought of showing her friend food that’ll no doubt look very strange—dare she say, alien—to him and of how he’ll react when he realizes it’s edible and safe.

Not only that, but it might actually taste good.

Setting up the order to be delivered to his apartment later tonight, she adds her own pizza choices. She knows he’s not much of a sweets kind of turian but Jane still adds a dualchiralty dessert that Garrus can try if he changes his mind.

With the order and delivery scheduled, she leaves the Nuclear Fusion with excitement flooding her veins. Dinner is taken care of and all that’s left is to pick a movie or other entertainment and some snacks.

She heads to a grocery shop and purchases Manix for herself and S’rica for him. Both are higher-grade beers and although she doesn’t know his specific tastes, she knows he drinks S’rica well enough to be confident he’d enjoy it. As for her, Mantix is a beer with a strong hint of berries so she doesn’t have too much of a bitter taste like most other companies

[writingfromruins]

we miss you come back

Thank you

I’ve missed this blog too, but most of the poetry i’ve been writing lately has had to go towards other ends these last few years. I’ve been meaning to come back home to here, but just haven’t had the time to dedicate to it.

Until now.

Mind the space, new things (grown from the bones of the old) are coming ;)

[starfoam]

Now who called her to this Denny's parking lot?

[inspired-lesson-plans]

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Art, Grades 6+, Artist's Intent, Latin American Heritage Month

Do Now:

Turn and Talk. Imagine you are Mexican artist Chavis Mármol. It is March 14, 2024.

Why did you decide to craft a 9 ton (18,000 pounds, or ~8165kg) Olmec-style stone head and exhibit it crushing a real, actual Tesla?

Class Discussion:

Students share their interpretations of Mármol's art installation. Once all voices are heard, share the artist's statement as reported by Mexico News Daily.

“The Olmec head imposes itself over the technological object, bursting and crushing it,” the artist explained in an accompanying video. The Tesla vehicle, he said, “is just a product of a capitalist system.” “What matters is where we came from, who we are, and who we have been for generations,” Mármol added. In a later Instagram post, the artist also mentioned that his intention was to “troll Elon Musk and his new car plant in Mexico.”

Direct Instruction:

Expound on the following idea:

Good art communicates ideas. Great art leaves an impact.

Even if you didn't know exactly what Mármol's idea was, you still got the main idea.

Modeled Learning:

Students form small groups for discussion.

Show students how to navigate https://chavismarmol.com/. Direct them to the Neotameme page and look through the pictures. Tell them to try figuring out the Artist's Intent in this 2021 performance art piece, before showing them where to find the accompanying 3 paragraphs of small-print text.

Higher Order Learning:

Students look through the remaining artwork, interpreting the art pieces for themselves, such as Mr. Olmeca Head (click the link for more pics).

Click to see more images

I LOVE YOU

[flipchild]

I'm really writing the draft of a thesis I'm unqualified to write here, but: a fascist state does not begin with a fascist populace, I presume; a fascist state creates fascists of its populace. how does a colonial state make fascism of its populace and of itself? \

Like, there is at some point at which statecraft turns *more* abjectly toward PR, and I'd like to point at this as some sort of articulation as where fascism might make its entrance, but I really don't know. I had ought to read up more, but I know some of those reading this are more well-read than I-- should that be so pleaaaaaaaaase comment or dm me