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friendlilycoach · 1 month
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Do you have no confidence to talk in English during meetings?
You have a lot of words you want to say in English during meetings with your clients and partners; however, you can't say them confidently.
How long do you want that to continue?
You try many times to say what you have in mind in English, but you always make embarrassing errors.
To avoid these embarrassing errors in English during meetings, you say a few words in English and keep quiet.
In the same way as you, a lot of Middle Eastern founders with weak English skills keep quiet because they have no confidence to talk in English.
You want to talk confidently in English without worrying about grammar errors.
You want your clients, partners, and investors to view you as a business owner who has strong English.
You want to negotiate deals confidently in English.
But it seems like all these only exist in your mind because you are not making any progress in improving your English skills for your business.
However, if you are a Middle Eastern founder and:
You are tired of making those embarrassing errors in English during meetings.
You are tired of keeping quiet when you need to talk in English.
You want to learn how to talk confidently in English during meetings and events.
Use the given tips many times to learn how you can develop strong confidence to help you talk well in English.
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⭐ What tip do you like best?
Tip 3, Tip 2, or Tip 1
Tell me in the comments section.
P.S. Have you been a Middle Eastern founder for more than ten years and have weak English skills?
DM "Strong" now, and let's talk.
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ci-lan · 2 years
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blogtey45 · 5 months
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native-linking · 2 years
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alienkitty259 · 2 months
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So I looked up the meaning of dol characters names
Briar: thorny bush of roses, brambles, thorny rose, a thorny patch, or shrub, small tree,
Bailey: berry clearing, bailiff, city fortification, or stick rod, law enforcer,
Remy: oarsman or rower
Landry: ruler, powerful ruler, or land, fatherland,
Harper: someone who plays the harp, harpist, minstrel, pleasant, or brave, harp player,
Niki: people of victory, victory, or goodness
Darryl: darling, beloved, from Arielle, or dear
Wren: small bird, ruler, or small brown songbird
Jordan: to go down, descending, or to flow down
Ivory: white as elephant tusks or pale white
Leighton: leek town, herb garden, leek garden, meadow settlement, or meadow town, from the town by the meadow,
Gwylan: seagull
Morgan: sea born, sea song, sea circle, sea chief, sea protector, sea defender, or sailor, captain, great circle,
Mickey: who resembles god, who is like god, or enthusiastic
Zephyr: west wind, wandering girl, or breezy
Sirris: bright or burning
Charlie: free man, valiant, free, or strong
Avery: ruler of the elves, wise, ruling with elf wisdom, or counselor
Doren: gift, adventurer, a stranger, or one who has been exiled
Quinn: wise, sense, reason, intelligent, or descendants of conn
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henryhenhazza · 22 days
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History, Huh? (Bet We Could Teach Some) by Henrybaby
Teen & Up | Chaptered | Complete | Ao3 | 35k
They’re both teachers. They’re both stupid. They both fall in love over lectures, grading, and early morning coffee (with a little help from some meddling teenagers). Or; Alex & Henry teach at Austin Preparatory Academy and are asked to teach a joint History/English course together. They’re the only ones in the classroom who don’t realize their heated arguments over historians aren’t really about what’s in the textbooks.
Competence Kink, Hot History Teacher Alex, Lacrosse Coach Alex, English Teacher Henry, Dual POV, Forced Proximity, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Alternate Universe - Teachers, Miscommunication, Slow Burn, Non-Royal Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Happy Ending
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tratserenoyreve · 2 years
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Paimon: "Sheesh, aranara, aranaga, aranakin, ara- how do you remember all this!"
Traveler, who learned teyvatian from scratch in like two months and is actively taking notes on how names are constructed and the meaning of the prefixes: "What, like it's hard?"
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marie-swriting · 1 year
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My Little Girl - Stiles Stilinski
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Summary : You're dating Stiles Stilinski and you want him to meet your father but there's one problem. You're Coach's daughter so Stiles is afraid, your dad will hate him.
Warnings : Coach Finstock!daughter reader, Protective father, fluff, there may be some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see any. You can also tell me if I missed any warnings !
Word Count : 1.2K
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Song Inspiration : First Man by Camila Cabello
Saying that Stiles is afraid to meet your father is an understatement. You've never seen him that freaked out. Still, he knows your dad so you don’t know why he’s so scared. For him, the fact that your father is the Coach of Beacon Hills High School is a good reason to panic. He’s afraid he won’t like him, yet you still want your dad to meet Stiles as your boyfriend and not as your classmate. Stiles and you have been together for six months and your dad still ignores it. You hate lying to him, especially because it’s harder to hide as he works in your high school.
But you’re still hiding. You're tired of this. You know your dad, all he ever wanted is your happiness, that's why you're sure he'll like Stiles. Of course, he’s a little protective, but aren’t all dads ?
Someone knocks on your door so you turn your head, discovering your dad. He’s still in his sports outfit and you know what he’s about to ask you. He always asks you the same question everyday after school. 
“Do you want to go on a run with me ? 'No, dad, I don’t want to, I need to do my maths homework.'” He says, ironically, pretending to have a conversation with you. “Well I don’t care so you-”
“I’m coming.” You cut him off in his fake argument.
“I knew you-” he starts but he pauses, realising what you just said. “You’re coming with me ?”
“Yeah, it’s been a long time since we did something together.”
“Yes because you’re always busy doing your homework with Martin.” Your dad retorts, referring to your best friend, Lydia. 
“When do we leave ?”
“In ten minutes, so get ready !”
After that, he leaves your room, closing the door behind him. You close your maths book and walk to your closet and get your gym outfit. 
The real reason you want to run with him this afternoon is to tell him you have a boyfriend. You won’t say it’s Stiles. Not yet. You have to tell him though. And you know that when he runs, it’s the best moment to confess.
Once you're downstairs, your dad is already outside, waiting for you. You come next to him and you start running.
Everytime you try to talk to him, he cuts you off because 'It’s not good for your breathwork', like he always says. It makes it impossible to tell him, but you know if you don’t do it now, you’ll never do it so you stop running. He also stops when he notices you're not next to him anymore.
“Why are you stopping ? We’ll be home in five minutes.” He informs you, still making running movements. “I’m sure you can do it, sweetheart.”
“Dad, I need to tell you something and it’s serious.” You start and you can see his eyes widening.
“Don’t tell me you’re pregnant ! Who is the father ? Why did you do that ?”
“What ? No ! I’m not pregnant !” You correct him, shocked that it’s the first thing he thinks of.
“Thank God ! I almost had a heart attack. What is it then ?”
“I'm dating someone, dad.” You confess suddenly. 
“You what ? My little girl.” He exclaims putting his hand on his heart as if he was hurt. “Who is that boy ? Or maybe it’s a girl ? I wouldn’t mind. I only want your happiness.” My dad reassures you.
“It's a boy.” You inform him.
“Do I know him ?”
“Yes, but the truth is that he’s too scared to meet you. He thinks you’re gonna hate him.”
“If he’s nice then no. I know I can seem mean, but you know me Y/N, I only want your happiness and if it’s with that guy then I’m okay with it.” He says with a tender smile, one of his hands on your cheek. “As long as it’s not Bilinski.” Your father laughs, mispronouncing Stiles’ name.
“He’s only a friend, you know it, dad.” You chuckle nervously.
‘Only a friend’, are you being serious ? You wanted to tell him the truth and here you are, lying again. Well done...
The next day, when you see Stiles, you take his hand and bring him into an empty room, which is the boys locker room. When you’re finally alone, he kisses you softly before tucking some of your hair behind your ear.
“I told my dad that I’m with someone.” You admit. “I didn’t say it’s you, but Stiles, you know I hate lying to him.”
“I know and I’ve been thinking about it last night and I’m ready to meet your dad as your boyfriend, even though I’m terrified.” Stiles says with a smile.
“I love you so much, Stiles” You tell him, looking at his beautiful brown eyes.
“I love you more.” He states before kissing you passionately.
The bell rings so you stop kissing before leaving the room to go to your classes.
During lunch break, you told your father that you’ll introduce him to your boyfriend after school. He says he’ll be home by 5 pm before adding that he can’t wait to meet him but you can see sadness in his eyes. After all, he has the impression that he’s losing his little girl because he’s not the only man in your life anymore, but your father will always be your father. At the end of the day, he’s the very first man who really loved you.
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When you hear someone knock on your front door, you know it’s Stiles. You open the door and find him standing nervously. He looks at you like he could die at any second. You take his hand and bring him to the living room where your dad is waiting.
“Dad, this is my boyfriend. Stiles.” You inform him.
“Wait, you’re with him ?” He exclaims, pointing at Stiles.
“I know what you must be thinking I’m not good enough for her, but I love her, Coach.” Stiles says. “I’ve always loved her and I’m so happy to be able to call her my girlfriend. Like you, I only want her happiness.” He adds, confident.
“You’re not in a relationship with her because I’m your teacher, right ? Because if you think you’re gonna get better grades, you’re wrong.”
“No. Like I said, I’m in love with her.”
“Hold your horses, Bilinski.” Your father stops him. “You’re not gonna marry her tomorrow so stop with the romantic speech. Even though it's hard to see my little baby grow up, I accept your relationship.” He affirms, making you the happiest.
“So, does that mean I can call you ‘dad’ ?” Stiles asks as a joke but your dad looks at him unamused.
“Hell no ! You’ll still be calling me Coach, Bilinski.” He answers before turning his attention to you. “You like his sarcasm, seriously ?”
“That’s the thing I love the most, I think.”
“I’m glad you met someone you really like, Y/N.” Your dad smiles before looking back at Stiles harshly. “Break her heart, I’ll break your bones.”
“Got it.” Stiles says and you laugh softly.
You're happy your father accepts your relationship with Stiles. You knew he’d be okay with it. You're his little girl but he wants what’s best for you and Stiles is the best person for you. You know it.
{This is my side blog so I'll be answering comments under the username @marie-sworld}
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barbedbetty · 1 year
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The Coach x f!Reader
Summary: You surprise Coach at home.
Warnings: 18+, slight praise, SMUT, P in V, little rough, oral (fem receiving)
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I had only been in London for a few years, but oh what glorious years they’ve been. I’d come here for a temp job in a marketing firm and when I fell in love with the city, I was looking for a permanent job. That’s when I found the Coach.
He wanted someone to help his gym with the marketing and I was eager to join his band of misfits.
Week later, I got the job.
Month later, he took me to dinner.
Six months later, and we moved in together.
He was a couple years older than me but it didn’t matter to us. He’s kind, sweet, thoughtful, and oh so gorgeous.
Today was my day off, so I decided to make his favorite meal. I also decided to wear a red dress he absolutely loves to rip off of me. A cute little number that hit me mid thigh, it has a red satin slip and slightly darker red lace on top with capped sleeves.
I was just pulling the roast out of the oven when I heard the door open.
“Evenin’ luv.” I shouted over my shoulder as I set the food up on the table.
“‘Ey luv.”
I turned and he was sighing as he dropped his keys on the coffee table and unzipped his jacket. His back was to me and I smirked realizing he hadn’t seen me yet.
I tiptoed behind him and rubbed his shoulders.
He groaned and let me rub his back for a moment before he faced me.
“Yous wouldn’t believe the d-“ he started but when he saw the dress he froze.
“Oh my days.” He grinned as he reached out to grab my hips.
He smirked and looked up and down my body.
“Could kill a man in that getup, luv.” He leaned down and kissed at my neck. I smiled and tilted my head aside, purring at the burn of his beard against my skin.
“Maybe I should take it off,” I whispered and felt more than heard him moan as he pulled me closer and sucked at my pulse making me gasp. “Don’t-dont want to kill you.”
He chuckled and I felt his hands push against me and roughly rub down my body to the back of my thighs and pick me up.
He pulled his lips away from my neck and I took the chance to kiss him as he carried me to the table.
I pushed of his jacket properly and he took his glasses off and tossed them aside. I was working on pushing his shirt up when he looked behind me at the table.
“I see you made my second favorite meal, darling.” He smirked at me as he reached up and grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked it over his head.
I paused for a moment and looked behind me at the food.
“But-I thought-“
Suddenly
I felt his hands push up into my skirt and he yanked me forward. I yelped at the motion and turned back to see him drop to his knees and lean forward to nip at my thighs.
“Coach.” I moaned as he tugged my thin red panties to the side and traced his tongue up my slit.
I threw my ear back and cried out as he licked my folds. Gripping the sides of the table so hard I thought the cheap wood might splinter.
I felt him moaning as he pushed his tongue inside me for a moment, letting it flex and wiggle enough to make me feel a rush of pure euphoria before he replaced it with his thick digits.
“Thassit, sweetheart.” He panted in his thick accent. “Give it to me.”
He pushed his head forward again, licking circles around my clit making me see stars.
He was gripping my skirt tightly in one fist and staring up at me so intensely, it was too much. His fingers knew exactly where to touch me and I’m embarrassed how quickly I came, shouting his name for him.
He gently licked at me till I could breathe normally. He still had his fingers inside me and as he stood up he pushed his palm onto my clit making me gasp and grip his shoulders.
I must’ve looked a mess, but he stared down at me like I was the only person in the world.
I moaned and whimpered as he ground his palm against me.
“I’m gonna fuck you,” he said in a low tone. “In every room of this fucking flat.”
I shuddered and wrapped my arms around his neck nodding.
“Please, Coach.” I begged and purred as the pleasure started to make me feel bold. “I need you inside me.”
“Do you, now?” His lips quirked up a little as he grabbed the back of my neck with his free hand and started thrusting his fingers roughly inside me again. His accent was getting thicker and rougher and I knew he could feel the effect it had on me.
“Yes, yes!” I cried out as another orgasm started to build. I circled his hips with my legs and tried to pull him closer and raced my hands to his pants fumbling to get them down.
“Thirsty for it, darlin’.” He chuckled and groaned when I finally gripped his thick cock in my hand.
“Absolutely.” I whispered as I started to stroke him. He groaned and leaned down to kiss me deeply.
He stepped forward and knocked my hand away as he stroked himself, he pushed the tip of his thick hard cock against my folds and I shivered at the sensation.
“D’ya know what I love about ya, darling?” He asked as he pushed his cock against my pussy, I could feel my opening pulsing for him but he didn’t push forward anymore.
“Please.” I whimpered staring up at him.
“Shhh, luv.” He leaned forward and kissed my forehead. “Let me tell ya.”
He grunted as he thrusted in slowly, I threw my head back and moaned trying to push my hips towards him. He held my hips in a harsh grip, not letting me move at all. Once his cock hit my cervix in the most delicious way he started speaking again.
“I love-“
I grabbed his shoulders and yanked him closer, I whimpered as I flexed my pussy as tightly as I could around his cock. His eyes widened and his back went rigid as his length flexed inside me.
“If you don’t fuck me right now, Coach.” I panted as I kept flexing myself around his dick. “I will scream bloody murder.”
He smirked as he snapped his hips forward making me arch my back, gasping.
“As you wish.” He growled as he thrusted hard and fast, making the table shake beneath me.
I cried out and moaned, digging my heels into his ass to force him deeper inside me.
He gripped the back of my neck again and grunted and growled as he thrusted so hard and fast, I could barely catch my breath.
“Ya said ya wanted ta fuck.” He growled as he yanked my head back and started mouthing at my throat like a wild animal. “Gonna fuck ya till ya beg fa me ta stop.”
He grunted as he started slower but deeper thrusts, i clawed at his shoulders and chest but the new angle made him feel so much deeper I could barely think.
“Co-“ words seemed to fail me, all I could do was moan and cry out when he pushed his cock against my g spot making my spine tingle with an impending orgasm that might make me blind but I didn’t care.
I loved it when Coach got feral on me.
“Come fa me, luv.” He grunted as he snapped his hips faster. “I’m gonna come so deep youll feel me fa days, luv.”
“Days.” I repeated in a deep purr and started to shake feeling my own climax coming.
“Say it again.” He groaned as his rhythm faltered.
“Feel-,” I moaned squeezing my eyes shut. “Feel you for days Coach.”
He asked me to say it again but all I could register was the blood rushing through my ears and the wonderful, biting, freezing feeling of my orgasm begin in my toes and rushing through my body making me release a scream I didn’t realize I was even releasing at first.
I felt him come deep inside me less than a second later, he kept pumping his thick cock as he came. I opened my eyes and caught him watching me intently as he shivered and panted like he had just run ten miles.
I licked my lips and Coach groaned and leaned down to kiss me, his tongue tracing my lips before nipping gently at them.
He smiled as he pulled away and ran one of his hands through my now messy hair.
“God I love ya, baby.” He chuckled as he leaned in and kissed me again. I giggled and moaned softly which he greedily stole from my mouth.
He pushed his hands under my thighs and picked me back up.
“Where are we going?” I giggled.
“Shower, luv.” He grinned as he nipped at my skin.
“But the food!”
“Don’t ya worry, we’ll get ta it eventually.”
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friendlilycoach · 2 months
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99% of Middle Eastern founders who can't listen well in English do this.
You attend meetings ready to listen to your clients, partners, or investors in English, but when they start talking...
You start translating their words into the language you know in your head.
So what happens to you in the next five minutes of translating their words?
You notice that you don't understand their words. 
You forget what they said.
You get confused.
You ask yourself, "Why is it so hard to listen to my clients' words and understand them in English?"
At times, you think that you can't understand them, no matter how you listen.
The good news is that:
You can learn how to listen to them and understand their words better in English.
You can listen to them well without getting confused about their words.
You can improve without stress.
Use these tips to improve how you listen to and understand your clients, partners, and investors' words.
- Be patient when listening to them.
- Listen well to them, just like you listen to your loved ones.
- Don't start thinking about their words when they are talking.
If you think, you can get distracted, and you can get confused.
Trust me if I tell you that these tips won't work for you just by viewing them.
They can only work for you when you use them to improve yourself. 
Improve your weak English within eight months to develop the strong English your business needs to expand internationally.
I am ready to help you.
I can't help you if you don't work with me.
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P.S. Ready to take action to develop the strong English your business needs to make more money internationally?
DM "Grow" and let's chat.
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ci-lan · 2 years
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|HAPPY MID-AUTUMN FESTIVAL| (late)
Enjoy the festival but not forget English😉
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blogtey45 · 5 months
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yonemurishiroku · 7 months
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This is beside the point but like. I have to take the IELTS the upcoming years and I intend to study by myself since our family can't cover the training center's fees.
So I just wanna ask if anybody can share any tips/ methods to practice Writing and Speaking without actually going to a training center? 🥺🥺🥺 I think I can deal with Reading and Listening just fine but I don't suppose learning S & W alone without someone correcting you as you go would be of any help... 💀💀
I heard about using AI but haven't actually figured it out either. Please if anybody could help I'd extremely appreciate it. 🥺
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probayern · 8 days
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my thing with the coaching convo is i really think we need someone who will (a) build good relationships with the players and (b) be exciting enough for the players to want to stay. zidane is an exciting idea for these reasons. the other options being floated... idk. do you hang your future contract hopes on ralf rangnick?
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fluentisonus · 12 days
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keep thinking abt the translation of 'fiacre' to 'hackney coach' bc like they're right that is what that is & furthermore it pings all the right associations for an english speaker to pick up on but also idk something abt reading the abt these french guys taking hackney coaches around paris is very funny to me
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bivampir · 1 year
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ok i might be outing myself as a dumbass with this one but. was anyone else legitimately shocked that Jacob Anderson isn't American. like either the IWTV dialect coach was insanely good or it's just Jacob's American accent is insane. either way MAN well done
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