"I want to try something," David says one Friday evening, after they've gone to bed.
Joe sighs, rolling his eyes in as long suffering a way as he can manage and plopping the latest adventure of Dick Tracy on his bedside table.
"I told you before, I'm not going fucking diving, if you wanna—"
"Not that," David cuts off impatiently no doubt remembering the way Joe called the entire practice a nutjob's hobby.
"Well I ain't going horse riding either," Joe says, irked by the interruption.
"What? Oh, you—just because I said I don't mind horses one time—"
"Please, like I didn't see you make puppy eyes at that pony."
They'd found it right there, on their street, munching on the flowers on Mr. Berkowitz' windowsill and causing quite the fucking ruckus. Half the neighborhood was gawking, wondering how the fuck it had come there and how to make it leave, when it had somehow come out that David's sister had used.to.ride horses and he'd accompany her sometimes. Promoted to the rank of local expert, David was then tasked with catching the pony—took about five seconds and a bit of quiet muttering—and hold it until the proper authorities could be summoned.
It was painfully easy to see David had grown fond of the beast in record time (faster than he'd grown fond of Joe back at the beginning, at any rate) and that he was sad to see it go. Also, if Joe had had any doubt on the subject, the mulish expression that appears on David's face would have tipped him off. Nothing makes him stubborn like Joe being right about a thing he doesn't want to admit to.
But hey, they must have both matured a bit since the war: Joe doesn't keep pushing (yet) and David ignores the jab in favor of pouting:
"I meant in the bedroom."
"Jesus Christ," Joe says, because that's who he usually blames when David gets some kind of harebrained idea in his head.
David rolls his eyes at that, and Joe would scold him except, well. David may have a penchant for making sex more complicated than it really needs to be—Joe had never thought fucking could require accessories before he started having his way with David on the regular—but there was one particular episode involving a blindfold and Joe's mouth on David's ass that would be hard.to describe as anything short of a resounding success. Joe likes simple dick-in-hole stuff if left in charge, but sometimes hearing David out pays off.
"Fine," Joe says eventually, "let's hear it. With any luck it'll get it out of your system."
"If you're going to make fun of me then—"
"Jesus, sweetheart, don't be such a wilted flower and spit it out."
"I want to play a game," David sighs after a moment, audibly frustrated. "A game of trust."
Joe stiffens immediately, and not in the fun way. What the fuck is a game.of trust anyway? Is this a fucking test? Is there a correct answer he's supposed to give if he wants to keep this thing he and David have been working on for over five years stable? Is that what it is about? Because if so—
"I mean," David continues, clearly having sensed Joe's sudden step back, "I want—I want to have the initiative, this week."
The whole week? Granted, Joe's off work, but still. And besides:
"The fuck you mean, you want the initiative?"
"I mean," David says, clearly clinging to that overly factual composure he uses as a defense sometimes, "I want to be the one to start things, between us. And I want to be sure you won't."
"Webster," Joe warns, if you think I'm gonna let you—Fuck, I don't even know, you asking if you can tie me to the bed or what?"
"No," David says immediately.
He doesn't sound like he's lying, but he's also turning deeply pink in a way that makes Joe wonder if he should consider using the bedsheets in unprecedented ways. It's an idle thought, but it makes him feel immediately and needlessly embarrassed, so he groans:
"Then fucking what?"
"I just—I don't want to tie you up!" David repeats. "Just. If I start something, you could just. Keep your hands to yourself."
"And what, just lie there and think of England?" Joe provoques, and David finally leans away from him under the light sheet they use in summer.
"No! Jesus, Joe you make it sound so—I just want to be allowed to tease you a bit alright?"
Joe scowls at him.
"So like. Tying me up with a promise instead of strings."
David let's out an exasperated sigh but nods anyway. Joe should probably say no. It's stupid and unnecessary, and it's not like David minds when Joe's the one in charge, quite the contrary. In fact, Joe's starting to think if anyone's ever going to get tied to their bed it's likely to be David. But then there's. Mmh.
See, the thing about the blindfold was: Joe may have complained about how ridiculous it was right down to the last minute, but the way David reacted to it was—well. Resounding success. But even before that, there'd been something intriguing. A current of curiosity Joe would rather chew his own tongue than admit to, but which had run shivers down his spine anyway.
Right now, there's a tingle behind Joe's ribs, and so he only Rob's David for a few minutes more before he pretends to feel very magnanimous and ask:
"So that's it? No other rules, just... No touching you?"
David hums and tilts his head, and Joe's suspicions are confirmed: this is a game of control. And David played Joe like a fucking fiddle by calling it a game of trust. Fucking hell. Well, two can play that game, and it may not be this week but someone's definitely gonna get fucked until they beg for mercy in the future.
"Yeah," David says. "And, you know."
Yeah. There was an incident early on when Joe hadn't quite realized David had been serious when he'd laughingly told him to stop touching him after he came. David isn't shy, and a solid push of his thigh against Joe's head was enough to get him to actually stop, but it seriously soured both their moods for a couple days. Since then, they've learned to be a little more careful when they play those games where one of them might say stop without really meaning it.
And, well. David's games are often irritating and tend to bring Joe pricklier attributes back to the surface, especially at the beginning, and Joe knows himself enough to realize he might not be able to stop his mouth from running away from him. It's good they've always been good at hearing each other past the mouth noises.
Armed with this knowledge, the tingle on Joe's spine shivers south, and Joe hears himself ask:
"When do you wanna start?"
David, beaming rolls them in bed until he can pepper kisses all over Joe's face, and by the end of the ensuing solid—normal, classic—bout of lovemaking that follows, he's all but forgotten his question.
ETA: More from this first draft in reblogs.
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French (teaching) resources
Hi everyone! I've taught beginning and intermediate french at the college level for the past two years and have accumulated a lot of PDFs that may be helpful + made some reading/listening activities that I wanted to share.
if you self-study, this may be helpful as well, especially when it comes to grammar practice.
Here is the link to the google drive folder
I am happy to answer questions as I am able.
Some notes:
grammar:
largely from: Grammaire progressive du français, (niveau avancé) | Contrastes : Grammaire du Français Courant | some (rather old) McGraw Hill French 2 and 3 texts | and various places online
SOME of these have answers. some do not. unfortunately, I don't have access to Contrastes right now to scan the answers. When I do, I'll try to upload them.
Sorted generally by what they are (adv/adj, articles, pronouns etc) however, the file names are NOT the clearest. i'll try to go through and fix those when I have time.
You'll notice that the two named texts are advanced grammar books - I adapted these when I used them in class if I needed to, or just used some of the activities on the page.
I also highly suggest UT Austin's resources here
activities:
WARNING: I created these myself so there may be the occasional error or weird phrasing in questions etc. Phrasing may also be strange due to the level it was created for.
The formatting may be a bit funky because I copied from word so my full name wouldn't be on them.
song activities are fill in the blank or comprehension question exercises. they have the lyrics and some vocabulary translations with them.
song activities - I often showed the music video but you could just play the music if that works better for you
song activities - these are typically excerpts and not the whole song. most do not have the time stamps, but the lyrics should help you figure that out.
video or reading activities are typically comprehension questions. some have my instructions for using them in class, others are just the text/video and questions.
Some of these are harder than others (songs go faster/grammar involved is more difficult) so check before you use.
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I would very much like to see your expectation post, as I expect I will strongly disagree with it, and I think it might be a contributor to a lot of our disagreements. If you were gambling with small amounts of money, would you try to maximise something other than expected winnings?
Ok, I'll just talk about the expectation thing again here.
Right, so, for a random variable X, the expected value E(X) intuitively represents the value we would expect to get in the limit after sampling from X very many times and averaging out. But this limit is important—E(X) and the intuitive notion of "expectation" don't line up outside the limiting case.
For example, say someone offers you the following bet: they flip a coin with a 0.1 probability of landing on heads and a 0.9 probability of landing on tails. If it comes up heads, you get ten dollars. If it comes up tails, I pay them one dollar. The expected value of this bet is 0.1*$10 - 0.9*$1 = 10 cents. This means that, in the limit, if I take the bet n times, I can expect (in the intuitive sense) to make 10n cents. And so, if the guy offering this bet allows me to take it as many times as I'd like, the rational thing is to take it a bunch and make some money!
But if the guy only offers the bet once, then the limiting behavior does not come into play. It doesn't matter that if I took the bet a bunch of times I would make money in the limit, because we're not in the limit (nor an approximation of it)! If he offers the bet once, then I cannot in any intuitive sense "expect" to make ten cents. Rather, I expect, with a 90% probability, to simply lose one dollar.
If I take this bet once, the overwhelmingly likely outcome is that I'll just lose money and gain nothing. So I wouldn't take the bet! I think this is perfectly rational behavior.
I said this all to someone once and they said it had to do with the fact that the relationship between money and utility isn't linear, but it's not about that at all. Replace dollars with, idk, direct pleasure and pain units in the above bet and I would still act the same way. It's about E(X) measuring limiting behavior and thus primarily according with the intuitive notion of expectation only when you sample from X a large number of times.
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