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Enhancing Communication with Professional Recording and Note Taking Services Note taking has revolutionised the way we capture and retain information. It offers a seamless method to document conversations, lectures, meetings, and more. From ancient scribes inscribing thoughts on clay tablets to modern-day digital recordings, the evolution is impressive. The advent of recording technologies has…

[leifyposting]

[ask-the-hws-immigrants]

Alfred, what is your favorite thing each of your roommates has brought over to your country? And to Ireland, Romano, and Lithuania, what is your favorite thing about America? (the country not Alfred.)

As for the others...

Alfred can afford to be a little more idealistic, but that's just his way.

**Historical Note: Though immigrants from each of these groups contributed in a variety of ways, these are some of the ways in which they contributed most prominently.

Irish Americans were incredibly active in the entertainment industry, especially in music. Irish Americans were very prominent in vaudeville, and eventually Broadway. However, this was due to a pre-existing music tradition that stemmed from Irish immigrants bringing over their folk music. Many Irish airs became popular parlor songs in the UK, America, and Canada. The strong Irish presence in the Union Army during the Civil War also further popularized folk songs such as "McLeod's Reel." Though the Potato Famine caused the decline of traditional music in Ireland, many songs and playing styles were preserved by Irish Americans in the United States and later carried back to Ireland in the 1890s-1920s when recordings began to become accessible. These recordings were also among the first to be sold in the United States.

Italian American cuisine is one of the most influential marks left by the community, especially from Southern Italians. Many innovations in Italian cuisine occurred in the United States, and many Italian immigrants became successful restauranteurs. This explosion occurred due to previously inaccessible foods suddenly being affordable in the United States, such as meat and imported cheese. Today, Italian American food is still one of the most popular cuisine choices in the United States.

Though all of the groups mentioned had involvement in labor union activity, Lithuanian Americans were particularly prominent activists. One of the most famous of these activists was Emma Goldman, but there were several others who formed the United Mine Workers and the Amalgated Clothing Workers Union. Sydney Hillman, a Lithuanian immigrant, was the head of the Amalgated Clothing Workers Union from the 1910s to the 1940s. Even in fiction, in Upton Sinclair's The Jungle, Lithuanian workers and their union activity are the central focus. Lithuanian Americans' strongest import really seemed to be their activism!

For all of these groups though, one big part of what made American so attractive was the comparative plenty to what they had in their countries of origin. Though many immigrants worked long, difficult manual labor jobs, they were able to afford new goods in the United States that had previously been unimaginable. This is mostly due to the United States' ability to produce goods en masse, which made them cheaper. Furthermore, in Ireland and Southern Italy, land ownership had become virtually impossible (through landlords hiking rent prices in Ireland or land distribution after the Risorgimento in Italy). Even if their positions were not enviable in the United States, from a financial standpoint, their salaries and the resources available put them in a slightly better position.

[comehomet0myheart]

My most insane trait when having a crush is using texting them back as a reward 🤩

[leecherish]

uuuughhhhghhghhhhh

[a-dash-in-the-middle]

watching the eighty-six. stomach turning, sweat, walked, fought the air, air screamed, i cant.

[steviescrystals]

i graduated high school 3 years ago and i’m still not over the fact that NO ONE TOLD ME the district would delete all of our school accounts like a month later and now every paper, presentation, project, etc. i made on that account from 5th-12th grade is just gone forever 🫠

[arcxnumvitae]

"You are jealous of Sivel. Is that it?" The words suddenly jolted her out of her post-sex reverie. She could have laid there in Iomhar's sheets, fingers tracing against skin and stone, for all eternity. Yet the mention of his name in the midst of it shattered the moment like a happy dream suddenly and sharply fading away.

"Uttering another lover's name in bed? I expected more couth." She began to roll away, and yet Iomhar propped himself up on an elbow and caught her hand with his. The eyes that gazed so steadily at her were disarming, and the woman's lips formed a small frown.

"...We are betrothed. I know your lover will hold a special place in your heart, yet I fear that no space will be left for me. I do not assume romance must blossom in an arranged marriage, but I do not wish to be treated as a burden, or as some weight of obligation." She had only meant a little subterfuge to throw him off, and yet some of her own true feelings had slipped in. Damn him and those earnest eyes of his.

Iomhar's face seemed to fall, chagrined, and he folded her hand into his, enveloping it in its firm warmth. "And that is my fault. I apologize, Leithe. It is indeed not fair to you to treat you as anything lesser. Our marriage is arranged, but married we will be. We will be partners, and it will not do to make you feel any less appreciated. I love Sivel, yes, but I hope to cultivate a care just as important for you."

Another mention of his name. However, even the familiar bitterness wasn't enough to fully extinguish the warmth that blossomed beneath his words.

"I..." She felt a flush enter her cheeks. "I would like to begin moving my things into your home, if that is okay with you?"

"Of course." Iomhar brought her hand to his lips to kiss. "Anything you wish."

She smiled in reply. He could leave as many marks as he wanted in his paltry attempts to lay claim. In the end, it would be her to provide Iomhar the things that he couldn't-- a marriage, true, fae heirs, and a life spent at his side supporting him. What did the outsider know of that?

[violentdevotion]

i would always listen to friday im in love as I walk to my seminar on thursday 1pm and I was always late to this class because it was early enough for me to need to wake up early for the bus but not so early that i was stressed about waking up and i would listen to it thinking today's nothing, tomorrow's when it's coming and every time i listen to it now i go back autumn/winter 2022 cold and damp running up 2 flights of stairs never looking back

[xx-m4lpr4c71c1ng-m0mfr13nd-xx]

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𝓘 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓭𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾

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[a-chuffed-floating-panda]

In other words at 3 in the morning, I have found the lam rim chen mo seminars where the person talking referred to the book as a ‘bible.’ I watched a bit of the seminars and I- I don’t really like it?

More so how it’s set up to be taught? Where it’s the rinpoche speaking and teaching in Tibetan and the student asking questions and talking in English, but also talking to rinpoche in Tibetan.

It’s a very valuable way to teach and gives good insight, so the way of teaching might grow on me. I’d need to split it up in bits so my brain doesn’t completely run away from me

[gearsofmetal]

list of how i draw one mr. atlas:

triangle body. duh. fuckers built like a dorito everyone knows

long/slim face

more vertical/rectangular shaped irises but i kinda slack on this

the peircings. obv. (bridge, snake bites, tongue, ears always)

SKIPS LEG DAY. THIS MF HAS NET ZERO LEG STRENGTH his legs r TWIGS

i know he has a second layer under the coat (see below) but i choose to ignore this. :)

ALSO his necklace sorry man i just cant. he can keep the choker thou

AND MY MOST FAVOURITE THING: his lil wispy/dangly hair pieces. i emphasize the fuck outta them i love them sm its like my favourite part about his hair

[a-sleepy-ginger]

24/3/24

✿❈✿❈✿

Saw the moon

Played with my cat a bunch

Finished Frieren and apothecary diaries (actually not happy about it I'm sad that they're done but happy cus they were good)

Got offer from uni I want to go to

Mango and strawberry tea

[toothfa-1-ry]

JUST FATHER ACTIVITIES

Imagine in an alternative universe, somehow you and your baby daddy Thanos escape the games (don't ask me how) and you guys pay off all of your debts and have financial stability

Basically father! Thanos headcannons!!

First of all, thanos is a girl dad. Idc i do not make the rules you CANNOT and WILL not change my mind otherwise

After the games, irrelevant of whether you were also in the games with him or not, he'd quit his drug addiction and go to a rehabilitation centre for the sake of your daughter

You couldn't change him, but your daughter could

Thanos would go with you to the gynae every single time without fail, he'd brag about it (very loudly) though

"Look" thanos points at all the patients in the waiting room in the gynae clinic "how many women do you see with their husband's accompanying them?"

"Thanos shut the fuck up" you'd hiss at him, while hitting his arm. The women around you guys giving you the stink eye which he proudly gave back

"I'm just saying the truth- is it a sin to speak the truth?!?"

Will brag to the doctor and nurses too

"Say doctor miss" he leans back at his chair with his head held up high "how many husband's accompany their wives to the clinic?"

"Oh well that depends, not all the time-"

*insert thanos's loud proud laugh, his head thrown back while you grimace*

"I'm the fucking best aren't i"

*insert your slow head shaking* "Yes babe, you sure are"

He was always protective of you, but it grew even stronger after he found out you were pregnant

The type to protect you from a pigeon if he felt like it looked at you for a second too long

"Wtf are you looking at you cross eyed motherfucker"

*glares at the pigeon from a distance"

The type of person to hyper fixated on whatever small movement you do cause he's doesn't want you to get hurt

"Oh be careful be careful" *Holds your hand* "hold my hand and dont let go, use your other hand on the railing"

Says that he doesn't need to read or watch those "pregnancy classes" or "how to take care of a new born" classes cause he's already fully prepared

You later find out that he signed up for one of those seminars online and attends those lectures at night while your asleep

Bro probably has even stronger baby fever than you do

Buys things for the baby and you

"Thanos.. what's that in your hand"

"It's a costume, a ironman costume"

"For?"

"Our daughter 🙄 duh y/n"

"Babe, she still isn't even born"

"I got you a costume too" *takes out a black widow costume that seemed a little too racey* "you should try wearing it now just incase-"

*he got hit by you for trying to get you pregnant again while you were pregnant*

Let's say nam gyu wasn't the slimy bitch he was in the series

Best GODFATHER ever. GOATED godfather, S TIER godfather

I already mentioned this but I'm sure Thanos and nam gyu would come up with names for the baby

I'm talking wack ass names that they genuinely find cool

The list of names would include marvel character names (cause cmon, the child's dad is literally called thanos) or rapper names

"Add cardi b on the list too"

"You know that's not her real name right?" Nam gyu asked, pausing before quickly scribbling the name down

"WHAT?!? Since when??"

I'm sure nam gyu even accompanied the two of you to the clinic atleast once or twice

He was banned from coming though cause him and Thanos together made too much noise

Whenever you and thanos are in public, it doesn't matter if your in a cafe or restaurant or if your just out for a walk

If he meets anyone and i mean anyone

He'd tell them that he was gonna be a dad

"Hey do you know that I'm gonna be a dad?" *points at you* "and that's the mom- she's carrying my baby"

"Sir I'm the waiter"

On the softer note though

Kisses you on the lips first and then kisses your stomach second before you both go to sleep

If you groan or even if he senses a inch of your discomfort he'll automatically try to figure out a way to make you feel in ease

Tries his best not to annoy you

(It doesn't always work cause being annoying is his entire personality trait but it's the effort that counts!!)

Ties your shoelaces for you cause you can't bend over

Traces shapes over your stomach while you both lie next to eachother

Reminds you how pretty you are everyday

"If I'm the legend Thanos, then I guess you would be a myth, cause only a face like yours could make a man like me want to quit"

"Your so corny"

But you wouldn't have it any other way

[bloomseishiro]

IF THAT WAS CASUAL, THEN I’M AN IDIOT — NAGI SEISHIRO

౨ৎ — you’ve grown closer to nagi the past year. you spent time alone together, you made plans together, and you guys have even kissed! just one thing you forgot to do…define the relationship.

nagi seishiro x fem!reader. fluff, misunderstandings, nagi is taller than reader, college au (suspend ur disbelief and pretend nagi would go to college pls shdklakdc), ft. reo the accidental shit stirrer :3

word count. 1.0k

One of your favorite things about Nagi is the way he rests his chin on the top of your head as he lazily embraces your waist from behind. 

He always wears the comfiest sweaters and you can’t help but lean back into his warmth. 

“When’s your next class again?” you ask, tilting your head back to look up at him.

“In, uh, five minutes.” 

“Why are you still here, then?” you exclaim. “You’re going to be late. Again! You should go now.” 

Nagi groans, burying his face into the top of your head and murmuring a muffled, “Don’t wanna.”

It tempts you for a moment, you can’t lie. If you had the choice, you would stay wrapped in his arms like this for the rest of the day. Sadly, tuition isn’t free and missing a class is simply a waste of money!  

“If you go, we can get dinner after my 4 p.m. seminar,” you bribe.

He perks up ever so slightly before begrudgingly gathering his belongings and crossing campus to get to his next lecture on time. Once he waves goodbye, you notice Reo walking over with his eyebrows raised. 

“What?” you sniff.

“You guys need to start dating already,” he says with an eye roll. “This flirting and pining is getting to be unbearable.”

You blink. “Huh?”

Reo looks at you strangely. “What do you mean, ‘Huh’?” 

“A-are Nagi and I not already dating?” you ask.

A snort escapes him as he shoots you an incredulous glance. “You tell me. Nagi’s never told me the two of you are together. You haven’t either. Unless you both decided to keep your best friend completely out of the loop, then it seems like you’re not.” Reo adjusts the strap of his backpack and tilts his head to the side. “Did Nagi ask you out?”

You shake your head.

“Did you ask him out?”

You shake your head faster this time.

Reo’s eerie silence prompts you for an explanation. 

“Sure, we didn’t say anything, but we go on dates. I think… And we spend time together! Romantically!” 

He shrugs, putting his hands up lazily. “Hey, as long as you’re happy, right?”

You nod weakly, but a newfound horror overtakes you.

Have you and Nagi really not been together this whole time?!

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

It seems your bad and confused mood stuck with you thorough the entirety of your seminar and even into your dinner with Nagi.

You ordered one of your favorite noodles dishes, but even the familiar smell couldn’t entice you to eat. Feeling an intense stare burning through the top of your head, you look up from your bowl to see Nagi eyeing you questioningly.

“You haven’t eaten anything,” he notes, placing his chopsticks down. “What’s wrong?” 

With a sigh, you wonder to yourself if he notices when Reo isn’t eating as well. You thought he treated you differently, but maybe Nagi is like this to all his friends and you are just feeding into your delusions. 

“Y/N,” he says a little louder, a frown on his face. “Are you okay?”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you nod with wide eyes. “Yes, everything’s okay— I’m okay.” 

His frown deepens. “I thought you knew better than to lie to me.” 

You sigh, staring down at your food, downcast. “I do. Sorry.” 

“Then?” he prompts.

Taking a deep breath, you manage to choke out, “Nagi, what are we?” 

He blinks, as if taken aback by the question. “What do you mean?” 

You gesture between the two of you. “This— Us! What is it exactly? I thought I knew, but now I’m not so sure,” you say, giving him a helpless look. 

Nagi rubs the back of his neck, gaze flickering away from you and towards his half-empty glass of water. “I thought it was obvious. Aren’t we dating?” 

“We are?” you ask, blinking slowly. 

“Yeah,” he says, as if it’s the most simple thing in the world. “I don’t do any of the things we do with Reo or Isagi.” 

The nerves in your stomach settle down slightly once you realize Nagi views your relationship in the same way as you. 

“I don’t do this with any of my friends, either,” you promise, looking at him with earnest, doe eyes. “I don’t kiss or cuddle or go on dates with any of them!” 

“I’d hope not,” Nagi drawls, a slight expression of amusement playing on his face. “What brought this on so suddenly?” 

“Reo,” you answer sheepishly. “Turns out, you never asked me out. And I never asked you out. I guess he brought it to my attention that’s usually how dating works…” 

Nagi considers it for a moment before nodding in agreement. “I guess. I dunno. I never paid attention to that stuff before. Do you care about that?”

You hum, taking a sip of your water as you considered it. “Not really, at first. I knew whenever we spent time together alone, or kissed each other, it was special to us. We didn’t need to label it.” 

“Yeah.” 

“But,” you say hesitantly, “ever since Reo brought it up, I realized it would sort of be nice to tell people that yes, Nagi Seishiro is my boyfriend.” 

The tips of Nagi’s ears color as he hears those words come out of your mouth. 

“Yeah,” he says again, softly this time. “That sounds nice.”

You smile, a hopeful glint in your eyes. “Really?”

“I want you to call me your boyfriend,” he says firmly. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

Hiding a giddy giggle behind your hands, you feel your heart begin to beat faster. “Yes, of course! I would love to officially be your girlfriend.”

Nagi smiles, gently grabbing hold of your hand from across the table. “Okay. That means you won’t question what we are anymore?”

You shake your head fervently. “Never!” 

“Good.”

And as you continue your first date as an official couple, you make a mental note to thank Reo later for spurring this on.

[hoshigray]

iillly happy bday bbgggg pls BULLY SATORUUUUU pleasepleaseoHFGOSH

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: THANK YOU AND BET !!

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Gojo x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! college setting; you + satoru are juniors - sex in a public space; library study room - breast fondling + nipple play - sex on a table - overstimulation - pet names (crybaby, cutie, pretty girl) - clitoral play (pinching and swiping) - unprotected sex (psa: wrap that shit up, kiddos ) - mention of cervix and tears.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k

“Ahhaaa! Thhh, shtopp! T’oo fast…!!”

“Yeah, goin’ too fast? Hnnmm, shit…tell that to your hips.”

This is not how this day was supposed to go, but that’s what having a bully in your life is like, right?

Today was one of those days where you’d spend most of your leisure time studying and catching up on upcoming coursework before the weekend, savoring your free days to rest and do some light reading for Monday. So here you were, spending the Thursday evening at the library in a study room you reserved until closing time. Fingers are typing away on your keyboard, putting words to your Word document while taking pieces of your french fries to munch—your study snack from the dining hall. 

And everything was going swimmingly, feeling the groove of things operate accordingly while bumping to your music.

Until your eyes snap to the door opening, and they widen at the sight of the culprit. Snow white hair and round glasses, and your stomach drops. “G-Gojo?”

“Yo!” He chips with a smirk, stepping inside and closing the door with his heel. You could’ve sworn you locked that door, but you’re sure it is now after he does it for you. “I knew I saw you walking out from the dining hall; the nerd is all cooped up in the library. Whatcha up to?”

“I, umm,” your gaze moves to your Word document, not wanting to see Gojo walk to where you’re sitting at the rectangle table. “J-Just, getting ready for a group seminar tomorrow…Need my notes ready.”

The tall boy slides his backpack off and drops it to the chair on the side of the table. His closing the door blinds and striding back to you grows the unsettling feeling in your tummy. “Ehhh, notes? Must be bored.”

“Not really…” It’s challenging to channel your focus on something productive when you watch from your peripheral with every step he takes until he’s behind you. “Just need to answer four more questions, and then I’ll,” your body rigid when he places his hands on your shoulders—there’s no escape now. “…I’ll be done.”

“Mmmm,” he hums and puts his chin to your head. “Working so hard, huh?” He kneads your shoulders and travels down to your arms. “I think it’s about time you give yourself a break.”

“Gojo, please,” pleads teeter out your mouth, yet your futile attempt to stand is refuted.

“Whaaat? You gotta give yourself breaks, right?” He moves his face to your shoulder to whine. “Can’t help a friend relax for a bit from studying?”

You open your mouth to respond, but words don’t leave your lips—a moan is snuck out from his hands, finding your chest. Sneaking inside your shirt to cup and soft mounds behind your bra. “Nnnn, n-no, we can’t…not here—“

“Psshh, you’re no fun, baby,” he coos to your ear, tweaking a nipple for you to squeak. “It won’t be for long, promise. Besides,” you turn to him, his blue orbs seen better from the dark shades now that you’re closer. “No one knows better to care for you than me, right? C’mon, just five minutes, and I’ll go, ‘kay?”

Your stomach has not stopped contorting knots ever since you saw that door open, and now you’re in a dilemma you prayed wouldn’t happen today. Regardless, you only have to give him what he wants, and you can return to work. So, you swallow your pride and kiss him on his soft lips. 

“—Ohhhh, y-you said for fi—Iiiive minutes…!!”

“Hahhh, did I say that? Heh, must be bad with time.”

Deliberately making a supposed five-minute break turn into nearly thirty minutes isn’t terrible with time—just plain ignorant. 

Your laptop, course material, and Gojo’s shades are pushed further into the table, substituting them with your figure to be laid on the edge of the table surface. Your bottoms and panties were stripped to the ground with Gojo’s jeans, your sexes exposed and now joined in the union as he propels his hips to pound into your chasm. Your cunt was a mess, slick, and come mixed and collecting in a soapy ring with the back-and-forth motions of your junior bully. 

The walls of the library rooms aren’t the best, nearly paper-thin to hear convos from one room to the other. You bite your lips to try to conceal your cries, but the curve of Gojo’s dick poking your walls have you screaming silently. “Fuck, pretty girl,” he intentionally grinds his pelvis to your folds, the broken wails egging him on to tease you more. “Scared someone will come and find us, huh? Scardey-cat,” the hands to your wrists pull you in with every rut. 

“Gaaahh, Gojooohhh,” your brows sewn together after the stimulation of your G-spot is hit yet again. “I’m sens’tiveee, go sloooww!”

“Shiiiit, that’s kinda hard when you’re clenching me so hard,” he hisses with a sigh. “Pretty much asking for me to mess you up.”

You shake your head at the brush of his tip hitting your cervix. “Ahaaaa, ohhJesus,” tears well up in your eyes with another jab to your womb.

“Oh, is the lil’ nerd about to cry?” Gojo bends down to you while his hips keep working, his flushed face inches closer to yours, and he wipes a tear with a thumb. “Awww, don’t do that; don’t want people next door to see what’s up with you.” His thumb enters your mouth, your tongue tasting your salty tear.

You sob on his digit, licking his thumb, and more twitches of your vagina come from more grazes on your inner texture. “Nhhooh, ahhhmyGod, good, feels tew goood…!”

Gojo can feel it; you’re clasping onto his length way too much not to notice. He snickers, “Gonna cum, baby?” You nod hurriedly, and he brings his forehead onto yours. “Want me to help you with that?” Too enraptured that you don’t notice him sneaking his hand to your lower half and a pinch to your clitoris has you cry. “Shhh, shhh,” he coaxes to your ear, his thumb swiping on the bud as you sob in parts. “Go ahead, wring me out, you slutty crybaby.”

Another pinch, and you’re contracting around him hard. Your orgasm hits you right there, the hot feeling of your body is washed with a sharp cold that rattles your legs. Hands come and grip the back of Gojo’s long sleeve, your cunt flitting on him as your body jolts from pleasure.

Gojo hurries to pull out and stroke his cock, his seed spilling out to paint your messy slit with the come oozing out from your hole. He throws his head back in bliss. “Shit, that felt good.”

“I,” you are stuck in a daze, yet you try to communicate. “I have to…get back to studyinng.”

“You still have some of those pills from last time?” You nod slowly as he brings his briefs and jeans back on. “Good! Be right back; gonna get some wipes from the restroom.” He then leaves and closes the door on his way out, leaving you cold and helpless on the table surface.

And now you know. Note to self: lock the door whenever you study at the library.

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