#Salem State University

[purpe]

i have to upload a song i produced in class to a social media account for credit

@salemstateuniversity

#SSU Music Tech #Salem State University

[yespumpkindoodlesthings]

#pumpkin spice season begins tomorrow in the US #psl #happily being a basic bitch starts now #erik jensen is a professor at salem state university #which delights me to no end #his specialty is ancient history

[blackgirlsreverything]

Awww his face ❤️

#winston salem state university #omega psi phi

[existentiallens]

Winston-Salem State University

#Street Photography #Winston-Salem #NC #NC Photographers #Photographers on Tumblr #Original Photographers #WSSU #Winston-Salem State University #Nathanael Gough

[theartofsupafly]

📸HBCU Gameday

Stephen A. Smith & First Take at Winston Salem State University

#wssu #winston salem state University #ciaa #black college #hbcu #hbcu GameDay #steven gaither #black excellence

[benjhawkins]

SLOGGING through my first big history project and telling myself “it’s like a big tumblr post but you can’t say fuck”

#also I want to be the education outreach soooo bad and I need credentials for that #also Salem state university #goals baby

[cowboylikedean]

being a remote student at winston salem state university learning about what happened there this week days after the fact shouldn't be a thing. we should have had a campus wide email from the dean of students. i'm disgusted. justice for leila

#justice for leila #winston salem state university #wssu

[downisupandupisdown]

Winston-Salem State beat Southwest Missouri State 77-74 to become the first HBCU to win a national championship on March 17, 1967.

#Winston Salem State University #HBCU #Basketball #National Championship #NCAA National Champion #Earl The Pearl Monroe #Clarence Big House Gaines #Legends #Legendary

[sonofshermy]

North Carolina Digital Heritage Center

"Enter to Learn", Yearbook photo from Winston-Salem State University, 1973

#winston salem state university #enter to learn #1973

[streetsofsalem]

The Salem Tercentenary, 1926

As I’ve been finishing up the manuscript of our 4o0th anniversary volume, Salem’s Centuries, I’ve been writing and thinking about Salem’s 300th anniversary quite a bit. For some reason I thought that I had already posted about this big event on this unwieldly blog, but I haven’t. Quite a lot is out there—the archivists at the Salem State University Archives and Special Collections oversee an…

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#Anniversary History #Chestnut Street #Chestnut Street Days #Colonial Revival #Commemoration #Local History #Newspapers #Salem State University Archives #Salem Tercentenary

[k3mistryproductions]

K3mistry News Brief 📰

Chris Paul’s Support for HBCUs

The following speaks on supporting HBCUs.

Narrated by: J. Stokes

#chris paul #winston salem state university #winston salem #hbcugrad #hbcusmatter #hbcu #hbculife #hbcu news #graduate #graduated #school #learning #share #promote #repost #k3mistry productions #listen #k3mistryproductions #jackson state university #jackson state #national basketball association #nba basketball #basketball #black lives matter

[conandaily2022]

WSSU student Leilla Hamoud arrested; Why did Dr. Cynthia Villagomez call the police?

WSSU student Leilla Hamoud arrested; Why did Dr. Cynthia Villagomez call the police?

Leilla Hamoud, 20, of Winston-Salem, Forsyth County, North Carolina, United States is a student of Winston-Salem State University in Winston-Salem. One of her professors in the university is Dr. Cynthia Villagomez, 61, of Winston-Salem.

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#Forsyth County #North Carolina #Winston-Salem #Winston-Salem State University #Youtube

[joelswritingmistress]

You Scare Me Professor (Chapter 57 - The Final Chapter)

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible. 

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader 

Healing. There would be an infinite amount of healing to do; though over the next six months there were little victories that aided in the process. Will plead guilty. It was an act that everyone was shocked about and ultimately it spared Carol a lot of extra heartache that she didn’t deserve. The evidence was already stacked against him, but now that Will admitted guilt, Carol would not have to sit on a stand as a defense lawyer grilled her and tried to twist her trauma around. For that, everyone was thankful.

Upon a leave of absence for the remainder of the school year, Carol returned to her job in September. In turn, she received a standing ovation from the student body and gained the full support of the staff there. Again, another part of the healing process. I knew Carol was hurting, but she persevered and thrived in her profession. She was going to make it because that’s what women like Carol did. They rose above. They made it.

“She even started coaching volleyball,” Joel informed me. “She was all-state in her younger days.”

Joel. My Joel. I had no issue calling him that all the time now. I tried to prove him wrong every day, and after a little bit of time and a lot of convincing I think it’s clear to him now that I will forever keep his secrets.

He went into a temporary retirement, and I changed my mind and pursued the rest of my Master’s Degree online. Without having to twist my arm too much, Joel convinced me to travel a bit to get away from New York State for a short while. It was therapeutic, to say the least.

I allowed him to take me to Nashville near the end of the summer, and then over to the Grand Canyon. We spent two weeks exploring California, extending our stays from a little ranch near the Joshua Tree, up to San Diego where I unsuccessfully tried surfing and concluding in wine country as autumn really set in. We hiked Washington State, made our way to Yellowstone Park, spent a few romantic nights on Lake Michigan before making it back to the East Coast in time for Halloween, where we crashed the small city of Salem, Massachusetts. It was the perfect ending, really.

Joel found us some cheap masks, and we blended in with the crowds that literally paraded every downtown street in the area. It was welcomed chaos and we spent the day taking pictures with spooky characters, sharing laughs, having some drinks and waiting in lines to slink into shops littered with folklore and magic.

When a light rain began near nightfall, Joel towed me away to a rooftop bar at the top of our hotel where he’d made a reservation earlier in the day. A gentle pitter-patter on the roof of the outdoor patio where we sat was relaxing. It was soothing music to our ears after a day of crowds.

From where we towered above the world, we could see two lighthouses in the distance over the blackened water. Below, people still gathered by the masses for whatever attraction, bar or restaurant they were seeking - if anyone.

“Here are your drinks.” A waitress came back to our two-person, high-top table with a pair of martinis and I sighed as she walked away.

“Ready to go home?” Joel asked, smirked as he placed a hand gently on top of mine.

My fingers squeezed around his and I nodded. “This has been a wild ride.”

“Happy Halloween.”

I grinned again and raised my glass. “Happy Halloween.” Our glasses tapped together and Joel leaned two-thirds of the way across to peck my lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He kissed me another time and then settled back in his chair. At the same time, we took sips from our drinks and I felt my body relax.

“This has been great,” I told him, unable to think of another adjective. “It really revived me.” I gave a nod and looked him in the eye. “How do you feel?”

“A lot better.” He grinned and added, “Thank you for sticking by me. You had every right to run in the opposite direction. You still do.”

“Dr. Miller,” I said sternly, making him chuckle. “I’m going to need you to stop trying to convince me to leave you. Unless you’re secretly trying to get rid of me.” I sipped on my cocktail and kept my eyes on his.

Joel leaned forward, never breaking eye contact. “I would never want that.”

“Then stop saying things like that,” I ordered lightheartedly, leaning back toward him just a little bit.

“Okay,” he agreed, “I’ll work on it.”

“Thank you.” When he lingered, I leaned forward and left a long, closed-mouth kiss on his lips. When I pulled back he was grinning and I chuckled.

“I’m thinking the exact opposite of that, actually.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I want you to be with me forever.”

I felt a blush form on my cheeks and I couldn’t help but smile wider. When Joel leaned back, reaching a hand into the pocket of his khaki pants, I felt like my body went numb. And then he pulled out a small, black box and pushed it across the table. I was frozen. My eyes were glued to the box and if it was anything other than what I thought it was, I knew it would be like a kid opening an empty box on Christmas.

“What’s this?” My words barely made it out past my lips.

Joel’s eyes remained on mine as he opened the box. My eyes dropped, staring at the silver ring in the center of it. A Diamond sparkled even in the dim lighting.

“Marry me,” he said quietly, linking his hands to mine on either side of the ring.

“Marry me.” I repeated the words to myself to make sure I heard them right. “Marry me.”

“Marry me,” Joel said again.

My gaze found his again and finally the tears that welded up in my eyes were tears of joy. “Okay.” I laughed and cried at the same time, “I’ll marry you.”

“Yeah?” He kept his voice quiet as mine grew louder, drawing a few glances from other patrons in our direction.

“Yeah.” I giggled and put my face in my hands as I continued to cry at the same time. “Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Joel!” I popped my face up. “Yes! Yes!” People were staring at us now and Joel looked around the immediate area, giving a wave and a smile before returning his attention to me. He reached for the ring in the small, black box and slid the ring on my finger.

I jumped up from my seat and I couldn’t help it. I rushed around the table and threw my arms around him, pulling him in to kiss him hard.

“I thought Halloween was a fitting night for us to get engaged,” Joel admitted, holding me close as he spoke in my ear. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“It’s perfect.” I whispered back, holding him close as my fingers gripped the hair on the back of his head. “I love you.”

“Did you two just get engaged?” A female voice shouted from a few tables away.

We both pulled back, still holding onto one another and I responded by showing off my ring. “Yes.”

The costume-clad crowd in the immediate area all began to clap and I couldn’t contain my wide, beaming smile and the tears that continued to fall. When a waitress got wind of it, she brought us over a bottle of complimentary champagne.

“I know it hasn’t even been a year since we’ve known each other,” Joel said, “But life is too short to wait. You changed my life, (Y/N). I’ve never loved or trusted someone more than you. I don’t want to ever risk letting that go.”

“I know how you feel.” We shared another kiss and then took our glasses toward the edge of the balcony that overlooked Salem. I couldn’t help but smile to myself.

A breeze passed through and made me shudder, causing Joel to pull me close.

“Any regrets?” He asked.

I smiled up at him. “None, whatsoever.”

**Thank you everyone for following this story. I appreciate everyone reading, reviewing and following. It made it fun to write. This is the longest story I've ever written and it's been fun because people were interacting and guessing whole the killer was and I loved it. It made it great for me, as a writer. So THANK YOU!

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[bestworstcase]

the more i think about it the more convinced i am that dust is a grimm thing

first: dust predates the moonfall.

in a setting where it’s been very firmly established that a) dust is a naturally-occurring magical crystal that grows on the surface in formations like this, and b) the present-day land of darkness is still very rich in dust, the most plausible explanation for what these luminous crystalline structures in dark’s domain are is dust. it’s identical to the stuff salem used to make monstra fly, too.

second: grimm can and DO use dust.

our most notable example here is the geist in V7, which is a) overtly shown to incorporate dust ore into its armor body, and b) not under salem’s control [ergo this is natural behavior]. and of course there’s monstra, which uses dust to fly—salem’s handiwork, yes, but it means that the magical properties of dust can be activated by grimm.

bearing that in mind, consider the ice-encrusted grimm of solitas. grimm aren’t cold-resistant by nature, but they’ve adapted to the harsh polar conditions… somehow. the mechanism of this adaptation is, in-universe, unknown; we can infer that it is probably not an evolutionary process because grimm do not breed. but: solitas is rich in dust, and—well

when hazel slams raw dust crystals into his body, it sort of—fuses with his flesh in some way; in particular note the pebbles sprouting around his right shoulder. so when the mysteriously cold-hardy grimm of solitas are encrusted with frost… you see what i’m getting at? i think their resistance to the cold derives from dust.

we have several examples of grimm (the feilong, the sphinx, the leviathan) breathing blasts of energy which happen to be identical to the energy blasts fired by cordovin’s mech’s dust canon. which might be a budget-conscious design choice, sure, but it’s also a similarity that can be explained quite simply by concluding that it looks the same because it is the same, that these grimm swallow dust and weaponize it just as people do.

third: you can’t walk ten steps in the land of darkness without hitting a massive formation of natural gravity dust. the lancers in V5 appear to be nesting around the huge gravity dust formations keeping those islands afloat over lake matsu (note the queen lancer seemingly in a dormant state before she’s woken up by the jostling). the mine in V7 is crawling with grimm who, like the queen lancer, appear to have been in a dormant state until they were roused by the geist scuffle.

so there is an apparent correlation between places where the grimm live—not hunting territories, but places where they just are—and the presence of enormous quantities of naturally-occurring dust. and we know, thanks to the lost fable, that dust grew around the pool of grimm in an era when humans did not need dust to perform magic. and of course, dark identifies magic as his gift to humanity.

(although i will point out that dust is described as an energy propellant and in modern practice people do magic with it by channeling aura through it; thus while ancient humans had innate magical ability, i don’t think it’s out of the realm of possibility that they might also have used dust, not as a power source but as an amplifier. that ozma topped his staff with some sort of crystal and seems to have done all his magic through the staff in contrast to salem [<- presumably self-taught] slinging magic around with her hands is interesting.)

so…

if dust existed before the moonfall, the questions of where it came from, what it is, and how it came to be are moot; one of the brothers had to have created it and because it’s growing in dark’s domain we can be certain that it’s his thing, especially because he’s also the brother who gave ancient humans innate magic and dust is thus obviously in his wheelhouse.

but: why?

ancient humans didn’t need dust, because he gave them magic.

what happens to the grimm in a world where every single person has magical power akin to the maidens? they die. humans, not grimm, were the dominant form of life on the planet during this era, because humans had magic. “kings and their kingdoms were plentiful.” in a contest between a human with maiden-level magical power and an ordinary grimm, the grimm is going to lose. we’ve seen cinder blast through four layers of reinforced steel with a single fireball effortlessly! you can kill a grimm by hitting it really hard with a stick!!

the grimm were, at least according to myth, dark’s first creations and he cared for them. in ‘the two brothers’ his staunch refusal to eliminate the grimm is the central point of contention that brings him into conflict with his brother, and the history laid out in V9 supports that characterization; he refused to unmake the jabberwalker, too. it follows that dark would have wanted the grimm to have a fighting chance against ancient, magically-powerful humans.

hence, dust.

it wouldn’t give the grimm an overpowering advantage, but it would be enough to balance the scales… and of course any grimm who did survive long enough to grow to massive size, empowered by dust, would pose a serious threat to ancient humans, magic or no. it grows in grimm territory because it was meant for them, originally.

dust is a grimm thing that humans adopted.

#something about salem referring to dust as ''nature’s wrath'' #something about ''man born from dust'' #something about how humanity’s revival is narratively intertwined with salem’s transformation #''trust the way we’re made'' and it’s ruby whirled around by grimm hands. ''we’re the same you and me'' and it’s salem #silver eyes and death and the grimm and salem who can’t die #''maybe there’s something you’re not seeing'' #the grimm were abandoned too.

[mydaddywiki]

Terry Bowden

Physique: Average Build/Chubby Height: 5'5" (1.65 m)

Terry Wilson Bowden (born February 24, 1956) is an American college football coach. He is the head football coach at the University of Louisiana at Monroe, a position he has held since the 2021 season. Bowden served as the head football coach at Salem University (1983–1985), Samford University (1987–1992), Auburn University (1993–1998), the University of North Alabama (2009–2011), and the University of Akron (2012–2018).

The Douglas, GA native is cute, he caught my attention back in the day when he coached at Auburn but wasn't in my age range. But now that he's older, grayer and packing the pounds on, Terry has become one hot chubby daddy.

Bowden was born into an extremely famous, successful and highly fuckable college football family, and has certainly done his part to add luster and glory to the family name. His father, Bobby Bowden, who I have a major boner for, turned Florida State into a national champion, his brother Tommy Bowden, who I have a major boner for, was the former head coach at Clemson, his brother Jeff Bowden, who I have a major boner for, is also a coach. And the rarely seen Steve Bowden, who… you guest it, I have a boner for. Do I really need to say it? OK all of them can catch one. In a group, individually, in combinations, all of them can catch a HARD ONE.

A member of the winningest family in the history of College Football with a total of 626 wins between himself, his brother Tommy, and his father Bobby; building programs and winning seem to be a part of his DNA. Fitting, since I've definitely spent a lot of DNA on these three. Lets see, he's married with six children and a grandson which puts him into my "loves to fuck theory." Which makes sense because he resigned from Auburn amid a flurry of wild rumors and affair allegations. Now I want to fuck him more.

#Terry Bowden #mydaddywiki sports figures #football coach

[mulderscully]

now that i say goodbye to my 20s, fully aware time is a construct, i do know that i am a very different person. i spent so much of my 20s, basically all of it, just absolutely terrified. especially in my early to mid 20s? my anxiety and undiagnosed autism sometimes paralyzed me into inaction. i literally got a full ride to salem state university in 2015 and i didn't go because i was scared. and not like normal scared, i physically could not have done it. living on a campus? i think i would have lost my mind. i regret that, and i wish i could go now, because i'm in a much better place, but i try not to hold a grudge against myself either.

29 was a year that i did not expect to actually force me into changing, but it did! i changed more than ever this year. i almost don't recognize this version of myself who goes to the gym, who has a healthy relationship with food, who starts a new job and isn't even nervous. i never thought i could be who i am becoming.

29 is when i realized i'm not as cis as i thought i was, and that cis people do that feel the gender things that i do. like wow i'm still getting to know myself. and i love that!

fuck it we'll do it scared has changed me as a person fr. i'm still scared a lot, but now i can do it.

i think my 20s were what i needed them to be to recover from all that happened to me in my teenage years. i had to stop, i had to collect myself. and that's okay. but i'm Ready now. i never thought i'd be ready.

#if ur in ur 20s and it sucks fr... hang on #and like the other day i had that doctors appt bc i have some weird breast changes since i lost 45 pounds this year #and the doctor said i need a mammogram and like i'm so scared. i am. #i cried the whole way home #but we'll do it and we'll deal with it either way🥲 #and if it's nothing I CAN GET MY BREAST REDUCTION Y'ALL!! #which i'm also scared abt but WE DO IT SCARED! #personal #pb