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nevsdoll · 1 year

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bad grade | professor longbottom

neville longbottom x fem!reader

summary! y/n can't concentrate in herbology lessons due to her new young professor and gets a bad grade on last test

warnings; NSFW +18 SMUT ! | PROFESSOR X STUDENT !!! | fingering, cheating, vulgar vocabulary

a/n: sorry english isn't my first language ) : + this is the first ever fic i post here i hope y'all like it:3

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you couldn't stand the way he made you feel, everytime you looked at him you could sense your heartbeats increasing and your cheeks blushing. but what really bothered you, was the feeling inside your panties. your underclothes dampen anytime he spoke and your hand uncontrollably going down your body trying to relieve the tension. but you knew it wasn't right. he was your teacher. you were already 18 by the time but it felt wrong still.

he was the new herbology professor. neville longbottom. you knew the stories about him, you knew he was the one that killed nagini at the battle of hogwarts, but his fame wasn't really the thing you found more astonishing from him. he was extremely gentle and sweet, didn't even brag about his adventures with the famous harry potter.

all of your friends knew you had a crush on him, but who wouldn't? he was brave, smart, tall, handsome and young. most of the hogwarts teachers were old people. obviously, not your friends nor you thought you could ever get with him, because, again, he was your teacher.

"here i have the results from the last quiz" he said showing a pack of written papers. "most of you did well, but some few... not so much..." you knew one of them was going to be you, because it was impossible for you to concentrate in his class while trying not to fuck your chair over the excitement that man made you feel. the tall professor started giving out the paper for each students while you tried not to look at him. "y/n" you rose your head at the call, only to see him standing right in front of you. usually he said "miss y/sn" but today, you could sense he was disappointed. "come see me at the end of today classes, alright?" he left putting your paper on your table.

you nodded and turned to see the quiz. not a single question was right. he even drew a sad face besides the circular zero at the top right corner of the paper. "shit..." you whispered to yourself, just to sense a soft hit on the arm from your friend sitting next to you. you turned your head to her. "girl, don't look at the mark, he said he wants to see you after school" she whispered excited.

"yeah, to tell me how bad i did and give me some ugly tutor" you answered.

but being fully honest, you were thinking the same thing as her. you wished that later visit could go with your whole body under him and his punishment being your overstimulation.

after a few hours more, the time came and you started walking towards the greenhouse. you stopped at the door and took a deep breath before opening it. "good afternoon, professor..." he was checking some plants when you entered, and your greeting made him turn to the door.

"y/n, sit here" you nervously did as he told you. "i've noticed your marks have been decreasing since i've took over with herbology from your last professor... i wanted to know if you do not understand or have any difficulties with my way of teaching, i mean, if i'm doing something wrong and want to tell me how to improve it and of course, help you, i'll be happy to listen... at the end of the day, i'm new at teaching" he laughed a bit while looking at you softly.

how perfect could he be? thinking the problem was in him?

you swallowed nervously, "it's nothing like that... your way of teaching is perfect, really... professor."

with that answer he only seemed to be even more confused than before. "okay... i'm glad to hear it... but then, what is it? is there something wrong? you don't have to tell if you don't want to, though, i will understand. i just want you to know i'm here and i'll try helping you in any way i can" he smiled gently.

"no, no... don't worry... i'm fine. i just can't seem to concentrate, that's all..." you swallowed once more, placing your hands between your legs trying to cover the fact that your leaking panties were starting to wet your skirt and at the same time, to start some slow friction at your hopeless clit, which was pumping faster than your heart.

"might only be at my class because i asked the other professors and from what i know, you are doing just f-..." at that exact moment you knew. he noticed. your hips slowly moving the chair and your hands shaking in between your thighs. "oh... i see... that is what's going on, then" you wanted to stop, but your body kept going, he was looking down at your skirt and his voice going lower and quieter. it was making you go absolutely crazy. "you won't tell this to hannah, won't you?" your eyes opened in shock as he sat you on the table and brought you close to him. he looked at you waiting for an answer.

you denied rapidly with your head, you didn't even know who hannah was. he smiled and slowly placed a finger on your clothed clit. "as i said, i want to help you in any way i can... so, i hope your marks get better after this, y/n." he started caressing your clit with two fingers. your eyes already white and your hips hitting his fingers begging for more. he smiled and moved his fingers to the inside of your panties. "you are so wet" he took his fingers from inside your underwear and licked them. "is this your first time?" you nodded nervously. his fingers crawled back inside your clothes, just for now to get a bit further, caressing the lips of your pussy and slowly sticking one of them inside of you. you gasped in response. "does it feel good?" gently he caressed your insides with his finger.

"one more..." you said, keeping your eyes shut. you were happy but at the same time, extremely embarrassed, this was the first time someone fingered you other than you on your own, and it was a professor.

"one more?" he laughed and inserted another finger into you, increasing the pace and adding friction to your clit with his thumb.

it didn't took you long to get to orgasm, filling his fingers with fluids and covering your mouth with your hand.

"good." he said just before licking his fingers once more. "i hope your grades start getting better now or we might have to do this again"

#hp fanfic #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #hp headcanon #hps #neville longbottom smut #neville longbottom x reader #neville longbottom #neville longbottom x y/n #y/n #neville smut

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bonnielunkas · 4 months

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hey uhhh sorry the main antagonist of your fazbear frights story? yeah the one who was bullying the protag and became a zombie robot??? uhhh, she's a girl now. yeah, her name's sophie now. sorry.

#this one came to me in a vision if you're mad at me then direct that anger instead to the vision /j #fazbear frights #hps #hps sophie carter #fnaf julius

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techxart · 1 year

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Itachi Uchiha Drawing ( Colour pencil art) by - Techxart #drawing #Naruto #anime

#anime #art #drawing #Naruto #itachi #pencil #colour pencil #animemaker #nagihps #hps

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flipchild · 1 year

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epenistology lol

#im so tired. later i prommy.#hps

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lupines-slash-recs · 1 year

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Rec: A Friend of a Friend by GoldenEmpire

Title: A Friend of a Friend Author: GoldenEmpire Canon: Harry Potter Series Pairing: James Potter/Severus Snape; side of Lucius Malfoy/Severus Snape Rating: Not Rated [NC-17] Word Count: 53,071 Summary: James really wants to go to the New Year’s ball with Lily, but she has one condition – James has to befriend her best

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starlightrows · 2 years

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1 — First Impressions

Hiding In Plain Sight

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Canon typical violence and direct parallel to the show

Summary: Follows the events of the first appearance of our beloved commander Wolffe and folding you into the story

“The fleet is holding its position, sir” Commander Wolffe reports to the tall Kel Dor Jedi Master gazing out the front view port towards the massive red planet.

“I think it wise, to report our position before we attack” He replies, turning to face his commander and walking past him towards the command control panel. Wolffe eagerly follows beside him.

“Skywalker's fleet is nearby, in the Bith system”

“Good. Perhaps he can reinforce us” Master Plo comments, knowing his favorite padawan learner will likely be in tow with Skywalker

“From what I hear, Skywalker's always ready for a fight.” Wolffe comments, his brothers Rex and Cody have told him some tall tales regarding the young and… ambitious General Skywalker.

“So I've heard” Master Plo agrees

Wolffe listens as the Generals and young Togrutan padawan speak, until the transmission begins cutting out.

“There’s too much interference sir, we’ve lost them” he reports, trying desperately to get the holo back up online.

You were just finishing replenishing your field kit when your com beeped indicating an incoming transmission, General Skywalker’s chain code. You zip up your kit and shoulder the bag, not even knowing what the mission is yet but knowing you should probably start making your way to the hanger.

“General?” You answer the com as you speed walk towards the hanger

“Busy Captain?” Comes his usual boyish and informal tone

“I think I’m about to be sir” You speed up your pace, hearing the sound of his own rapid footsteps, presumably also heading towards the hanger

“Hanger 3” he chuckles

“On my way” You disconnect the com, and break into a run to make it to the hanger

“The enemy ship is closing!” Commander Wolffe yells, informing all of the staff on the bridge

“Prepare for battle!” General Plo commands.

The bridge is alive with activity. Raising the shields, preparing the laser cannons, getting men into fighter jets ready to deploy on the General’s command.

“We're picking up a large energy reading from the target, sir” Wolffe barks, feeling anxiety rising up within himself, looking at the numbers… it’s a massive energy reading and it’s still growing

“Open fire!” General Plo shouts

“We're not in range yet, sir” Wolffe informs him.

Outside the front view port, the enemy ship shoots a massive purple plasma beam

“Brace for impact!” General Plo shouts

The plasma beam passes over the Triumphant, and the other two ships in the fleet behind the flagship. All systems on the ship immediately begin failing, the control boards sizzle with electricity and what little sanity has been maintained on the bridge seems to fall apart with it.

“We're losing all our power!”

“That energy field has left us defenseless!”

“They're tearing us apart one by one!”

General Plo gets on the coms and alerts the entire ship to the disaster

“Quickly! Into the pods!” He urges troopers into the pods, refusing to get in until the very last second “We don't have much time! Get inside! Hurry!”

The pod door seals and ejects from the ship, just in time for the Triumphant to explode and send the pods and tons of debris careening through space. When the pod slows up from the force of the blow, Wolffe takes a look around his pod to see who else is even inside with him. Sergeants Sinker and Boost, and General Plo Koon… that’s it? That’s all that made it into this pod? He hopes the other pods had more men in them.

“We've no engine, communications, or... Or life support recharge.” Wolffe indicates

“So, we'll just sit here and hold our breath.” Sinker says, honestly feeling rather hopeless about the situation

“Someone'll come looking for us, right?” Boost asks

“Let's get the power restored so we are here to be found” General Plo cuts them off, attempting to calm their anxieties by handling what parts of this situation could be helped in this moment.

You run through the doors of hanger 3, and see the back of Ahsoka’s little lekku as she darts up the ramp to her masters ship. You follow behind her and hit the button to close the ramp behind you and slide into a seat in the cockpit behind the Jedi and his droids.

“Someone call for a doctor?” you joke, strapping in as General Skywalker takes off

“Maker you’re quick when you want to be, thought we’d have to wait on you” Skywalker jokes powering up the ship and taking off quickly

“If it looks like I need to be somewhere in a hurry, people don’t ask where you’re heading and try to talk you out of it sir” You make yourself laugh “Speaking of, where are we heading?”

“The Abregado system” Ahsoka fills you in “Master Plo and the 104th need our help”

It’s been over three hours, Wolffe’s legs are starting to feel a little stiff “The air in here is getting a bit stale” he comments. A true observance, but he mostly just wanted to break the eerie silence that had fallen over the group.

“Don't look at me. It's Boost, sir. He only takes a bath when he's on leave” Sinker accuses his fellow sergeant.

“Save it. Just keep working on the pod, not your jokes” Boost snaps. These two are usually nipping at each other's heels and getting on each other’s nerves. At least that feels normal.

“Do you think we've got a chance, General?” Wolffe asks, hoping beyond all reason the General will say something to inspire a little confidence.

“I don't believe in chance, Commander. I know if we work together, we will stay alive, and someone will find us” General Plo says evenly. The 104th has always been under General Plo’s command, but they haven’t worked with him directly before this. This is one hell of a first impression to make on your commanding officer.

“With all due respect, General, strategically, it doesn't make any sense for someone to come look for us. If I was in command, I'd be hunting that weapon down” Sinker says a little dryly.

“I value your life more than finding that weapon” General Plo replies. There is something about his tone that makes Wolffe feel like he’s telling the truth. Many politicians, military officials and Jedi claim they care for their troops. But somehow can’t be bothered to use the chosen names of their men. Come to think of it, General Plo has never used… or even asked for his designation number.

“Sir! There's another pod out there!” Boost shouts, probably a little too loudly for this contained space. Everyone’s head’s snap towards the view port, to see the aforementioned escape pod drifting through space.

“If we only had power, we could contact them” Wolffe muses, trying to wrack his brain again for a possible way to jump start this heap of junk.

“Well, how about we just wave hello when the viewport comes around?” Boost shrugs. It’s not exactly a bad plan, but it certainly isn’t a good one.

General Plo extends his hand, and waves it purposefully. The other pod shifts, and slowly swivels so the viewport comes into view.

“They're dead!” Sinker’s horrified voice gives life to what everyone surely sees

The glass is shattered. The body of a fallen brother hangs halfway out of the pod, and another’s floats aimlessly away from the wreckage. It turns Wolffe’s stomach. He can’t tell from here, but he wonders who’s out there… and what happened to them.

“Someone busted that pod wide open” Wolffe says as the reality of this situation dawns on him

“We are not alone out here” General Plo says, and air of suspicion and concern in his usually calm voice.

“So what I’m hearing is, strictly speaking, we’re not supposed to be doing this?” You ask with a twinge of excitement, it’s an unspoken truth that you can practically get away with murder if you’re just following orders from your General. Going for a joyride with Skywalker and Ahsoka sounds like an adventure to you.

“Problem?” General Skywalker asks, glancing over his shoulder

“Not at all sir, just making sure I know how to answer if someone asks me where I am right now” you grin

“No, that's not it. This one goes there, that one goes there” Sinker corrects more forcefully than he means to. Maybe the air really is getting stale in here.

“Are you sure? We don't want to make things worse” Boost just sounds tired. He’d been on the nightshift before all this mess happened, now he’s been awake for over 24 hours and still trying to work the problem and restore power to the pod.

“How are we gonna make things worse?” Sinker on the other hand is feeling anxious, this small space feels like it’s getting smaller by the minute.

“When you ask for trouble, you should not be surprised when it finds you” General Plo says over his shoulder, hoping to dispel some of Sinker’s nervous energy with his attempt at a joke.

“I think trouble already found us, sir” Sinker has hopelessly

“What if we connect these two wires right here?” Boost says clamping two wires together and glazing over to his commander at the control panel.

“I'm getting something” Wolffe says, tuning into the radio frequency

“This is pod 1977! We are under attack! Is anyone out there?” Another voice comes over the coms.

“It's one of our other pods!” Wolffe feels immensely relieved. Not that they’re being rescued but that there are others. Other’s survived this calamity. His brothers are alive!

“I repeat, we are under attack! Is anyone out there?” The voice is panicked. Wolffe’s joy turns to ash in his mouth.

“That signal is weak. They must be close by” General Plo says, looking over Wolffe’s shoulder.

“They've locked on to our ship! They've locked on to our ship!” The voice is full of a kind of fear Wolffe has never experienced “Our position is mark 12 at. 26”

“I have visual contact” Wolffe says pointing out the viewport

“Pod 1977, do you copy?” General Plo says into the mouthpiece

“The droids are hunting for survivors. They're cutting through!” Suddenly the sound of laser cutters slicing through metal and screaming is the only sound that can be heard. No one in this pod makes a sound. All they can do is listen, watch through the viewport as their brothers are murdered in front of them by roaming droids in a skipper designed to pry open these kinds of pods.

Then there is silence.

“Things just got a lot worse” Sinker breathes out

“What is it, Artoo?” you ask turning to the little astromech who’s beeping away behind you

“He thinks he's got something on the emergency channel” Ahsoka says excitedly

“Can he trace it?” Anikin asks

Artoo beeps in response and transferred the tracking coordinates to the main computer

“Well let's get going” Anikin pilots the ship towards the distress call.

Wolffe peers out the viewport. The droid skiff is getting closer, they’re heading towards the pod. “I think they see us” Wolffe points out

“It is time to go” General Plo says calmly

“Go? Where are you going, sir?” Wolffe is a little taken aback

“Outside, to destroy the enemy. I can withstand the pressure for a brief time. Put your helmets on” General Plo instructs Sinker and Boost as he heads towards the door.

“If you say so, sir” Sinker says putting on his helmet and sealing the bottom

“This is a difficult situation, but there remains a possibility we will survive” General Plo tells them. It’s not a promise, but it’s a chance.

“That's good enough for me. Come on, let's go” Boost seals his own helmet and lines up behind the General.

“Wolffe, keep the communications signal alive. It is our only chance someone will find us” General Plo instructs Wolffe before leaving the pod.

“Let's just hope someone's looking for us” Wolffe says under his breath, turning his attention back to the control panel.

Wolffe hears more than sees what’s going on outside. Exchange of blaster fire. Shouting on the roof of the pod, the droids making some kind of retort and return fire. Wolffe focuses on keeping the signal alive and praying to the maker that someone out there is searching for them and will pick up the signal. His head is starting to feel a little fuzzy. With no functioning life support system, he’s running out of oxygen. He tries to remain calm, but he can’t help but worry that no one will come. Or no one will come in time… Suddenly there’s crackling over the radio and a female voice on the other end.

“ —there anyone out there? Come in! This is Captain—” the audio is spotty at best “Is there anyone out there? Come in”

“Someone’s out there! They must be close!” Wolffe says through the coms to his men and the General. Someone is looking for them, they have a chance!

“Keep the signal alive, Commander” General Plo commands. Even he is feeling cautiously optimistic.

But as the battle continues, the pod is taking more and more damage. Wolffe clings to this woman’s voice. He wills this woman to keep following the trail, to not give up on him. But the signal is fading.

“We're losing the signal! The pod can't take much more damage!” Wolffe tells the General. No response. Instead he watches as Sinker goes flying towards the clankers, blasting all the while. He also hears the General’s lightsaber ignite. Wolffe turns his attention back to the radio. The voice is so faint. Wolffe’s heart sinks.

Sinker and Boost turn their coms back on so he can hear all of them speaking outside the pod.

“Well, General, this is another fine mess we've gotten into. I don't mean to say I told you so, but I never believed anyone would come looking for us” Sinker says

“Sergeant, why are you so certain no one is coming?” The General asks. Wolffe looks up towards the ceiling. The voice on the radio is gone. The pod is too damaged. He looks up towards the ceiling, where he guesses his brothers and general are holding on so they don’t drift away. He feels like he’s drifting away. He can’t even stand anymore, all he can do is sit on the floor and try to breathe as normally as he can with the limited oxygen and rising fear of his own disorientation.

“We're just clones, sir” Sinker says with a grim honesty “We're meant to be expendable”

And that’s the truth of it. The truth all clones know. That we are born to die.

“Not to me” General Plo does not hesitate and has no hidden meaning to his words. He genuinely cares.

Before Wolffe or any of the others can really process this exchange of words, a blinding light suddenly engulfs them.

“There they are!” Ahsoka cries out in glee

“Ready tow cable” General Skywalker orders.

“Cable loaded, General” you respond

The tow cable deploys and drags them into the ship. You get out of your chair and rush with Ahsoka to the cargo hold to assess the men for any wounds or other need for medical treatment. The doors slide open and you sling off your medical pack in favor of helping the two men down off the roof of the pod

“Are you okay, Master Plo?” Ahsoka asks, assisting her friend and mentor.

Wolffe propels himself forward, and managed to get a hand on the viewport of the door

“There's someone still in the pod!” You manage to get the door open and hear it hiss as air rushes into the space. The man inside slumps forward into your arms. You get him down to the floor and start assessing his vitals.

“Will they be all right?” General Plo asks you, nodding his head towards Wolffe but meaning him as well as the other men.

“Their pressure suits gave them some protection, but we’re gonna need to get him to a medical frigate. Now” you nod towards Ahsoka.

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When Wolffe opens his eyes again, sterile white light floods his eyes. He blinks a few times, it does nothing to dim the offensive overhead lights, but it does bring the world into focus. He struggles to sit up from the bed he’s laying in, he’s got a gnarly headache. He hears more than sees the door to his room open, and the lights in the room dim a little bit.

“Commander Wolffe?” a voice calls out to him

He turns his head and sees you standing in the doorway, he stares at you, watching your face come into focus. He recognizes you… seen you around the various bases maybe.

“Captain…” he can’t recall your name

You kind of catch on that he’s fishing for your name, whether he ever knew it or not, this is your first time officially meeting one another. You tell him your name “But people just call me Doc”

“You were the voice responding to the emergency channel” he says accepting the cup of water you hold out for him “How did you know to come looking for us?”

“General Skywalker’s new padawan is very fond of your General. She would stop at nothing to rescue you guys” you explain, taking a seat at the edge of the bed with him

“That sounds about right when it comes to General Skywalker and Ahsoka” he says with a shrug “Are you the medic for the 501st, I thought Kix was their CMO”

“He is, I’ve been transferred around quite a bit the last few months. The 501st are interesting to say the least, never a dull moment in that group” you chuckle lightly

“Never a calm moment with that lot either” Wolffe scoffs “You should transfer to the 104th we… well… we used to run a tight ship”

It is at that moment, Wolffe realizes that his entire legion is gone. He, Sinker and Boost are all that remain.

“There are other men already assigned to the 104th that have already arrived on base” you tell him “But they will never replace your brothers”

“Thank you Captain” he says with a grateful look. Too often the feelings of loss and grief are swept under the rug or dismissed during war. General Plo has always encouraged his men to take time to process their trauma when time permits. It’s nice to see someone else serving in the GAR following that philosophy as well.

You stand again from the bed. “Well Commander, I am happy to report that you are cleared to leave when you are ready. I hope I get to see you around sometime, just try not to land up in a med bay again”

“I’m serious about that offer Captain” he says after you as you walk towards the door “If you’re bored of the 501st’s chaos, the 104th would love to have you”

“Thanks Commander, I’ll look into it” you smile over your shoulder

“Hey doc” he says

You tilt your head, listening

“Thanks for not giving up on us out there”

#Commander Wolffe #commander wolffe x reader #my clone husband #wolffe’s wifey #Hiding In Plain Sight #HPS

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kneipe · 8 months

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weimar 2023

#hps #dos #cwr #weimar #graffiti

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oldbutnotyetwise · 5 months

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The Legend of Sergeant Peter Couture

When I started in Policing our training consisted of nine weeks at Police College before coming back for a three month training period with a training officer before returning to the Police College for another six weeks. It was while I was back at the college for the second session that a fellow recruit started talking about the best sergeant ever, some guy name Peter Couture. The thought of this legendary sergeant intrigued me. I remember the first time I saw Peter Couture, in was in the basement range at Central Station. Someone said hey it’s Peter Couture and I turned around to eye up this legend, and what I saw didn’t look like a legend to me. Here stood this relatively short guy, his hat was on crooked, he had thick plastic rimmed glasses on, wrinkled uniform shirt, scuffed up black boots and an old beaten up briefcase in his hand. Not sure what I was expecting but it was not that. Sure enough a short time later I came up town and was assigned to Peter Couture’s squad. It was then that I got to see what a really well run squad looked like for the first time. The most fun I had on the job was the years I worked for Couture. When I had started in the Stoney Creek Station I never saw my sergeant at a call, but on Couture’s squad it was like he was everywhere. You could take that as he was checking up on you but it wasn’t like that. He was making sure you were okay and that you had everything that you needed. Couture worked every bit as hard, if not harder than everyone on his squad. Although he didn’t look like a legend, I quickly came to understand why he was the best road sergeant around. In the early days your yearly assessment was a once page affair, I will tell you that the best assessments I ever received in my entire 31 year career were from Couture. He wrote very well, and from what he wrote it showed he was paying attention to everything that you did all year long. He made you feel appreciated for the work you did, no one else’s assessments ever meant as much to me as his did. He was a leader who lead his squad not by fear or intimidation but because if you worked for him you did not want to let him down, and that me friends is how real leaders lead. There is something nice about working for a supervisor who isn’t chasing further promotion, who is happy where they are and only interested in doing their job, looking after their people. To be honest it was Sergeant Peter Couture who made me want to be a road sergeant, I wanted to be like him. He supported those of us who liked to work hard and he knew who his go to people were. I remember sitting in Court once watching Couture testify, the defence lawyer is cross examining him. I understand you punched the defendant in the head several times he was asked, and Couture said “Yes I did”. Then the defence lawyer asked him would you agree you’re a fair bit bigger than the defendant? Couture didn’t pause with his response, “Yes, and a good deal older too”. Even the Judge chuckled at that line and the Cross Examination ended. In the end Couture was forced into retirement by his age, and he did not go happily. He was a larger than life figure in Policing, it was hard for me to imagine him having another life outside. After he retired I phoned him a few times, took him out to lunch once but then lost touch with him when I moved away. His home number had been disconnected and I was trying to find out what had happened to him when I learned of his death. I was sad to learn of his death, the death of a friend, a mentor, a legend, a good and well respected leader. I was a better officer and am a better person thanks to him. Rest easy Sarge, thank you for everything that you did for me, and for so many others like me.

#Couture #HPS #Sergeant

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cannakingafrica · 1 year

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Then I ugraded to the 1.2m x 2.4m x 2m.

H.I.D lights

#420friendly #cannalife #420life #smoke weed everyday #420culture #weed strains #weed pictures #weed community #cannacommunity #HPS #CMH #630w #600w #mix spectrum

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transmutationisms · 4 months

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in addition to being prone to an obvious naturalistic fallacy, the oft-repeated claim that various supplements / herbs / botanicals are being somehow suppressed by pharmaceutical interests seeking to protect their own profits ('they would rather sell you a pill') belies a clear misunderstanding of the relationship between 'industrial' pharmacology and plant matter. bioprospecting, the search for plants and molecular components of plants that can be developed into commercial products, has been one of the economic motivations and rationalisations for european colonialism and imperialism since the so-called 'age of exploration'. state-funded bioprospectors specifically sought 'exotic' plants that could be imported to europe and sold as food or materia medica—often both, as in the cases of coffee or chocolate—or, even better, cultivated in 'economic' botanical gardens attached to universities, medical schools, or royal palaces and scientific institutions.

this fundamental attitude toward the knowledge systems and medical practices of colonised people—the position, characterising eg much 'ethnobotany', that such knowledge is a resource for imperialist powers and pharmaceutical manufacturers to mine and profit from—is not some kind of bygone historical relic. for example, since the 1880s companies including pfizer, bristol-myers squibb, and unilever have sought to create pharmaceuticals from african medicinal plants, such as strophanthus, cryptolepis, and grains of paradise. in india, state-created databases of valuable 'traditional' medicines have appeared partly in response to a revival of bioprospecting since the 1980s, in an increasingly bureaucratised form characterised by profit-sharing agreements between scientists and local communities that has nonetheless been referred to as "biocapitalism". a 1990 paper published in the proceedings of the novartis foundation symposium (then the ciba foundation symposium) spelled out this form of epistemic colonialism quite bluntly:

Ethnobotany, ethnomedicine, folk medicine and traditional medicine can provide information that is useful as a 'pre-screen' to select plants for experimental pharmacological studies.

there is no inherent oppositional relationship between pharmaceutical industry and 'natural' or plant-based cures. there are of course plenty of examples of bioprospecting that failed to translate into consumer markets: ginseng, introduced to europe in the 17th century through the mercantile system and the east india company, found only limited success in european pharmacology. and there are cases in which knowledge with potential market value has actually been suppressed for other reasons: the peacock flower, used as an abortifacient in the west indies, was 'discovered' by colonial bioprospectors in the 18th century; the plant itself moved easily to europe, but knowledge of its use in reproductive medicine became the subject of a "culturally cultivated ignorance," resulting from a combination of funding priorities, national policies, colonial trade patterns, gender politics, and the functioning of scientific institutions. this form of knowledge suppression was never the result of a conflict wherein bioprospectors or pharmacists viewed the peacock flower as a threat to their own profits; on the contrary, they essentially sacrificed potential financial benefits as a result of the political and social factors that made abortifacient knowledge 'unknowable' in certain state and commercial contexts.

exploitation of plant matter in pharmacology is not a frictionless or infallible process. but the sort of conspiratorial thinking that attempts to position plant therapeutics and 'big pharma' as oppositional or competitive forces is an ahistorical and opportunistic example of appealing to nominally anti-capitalist rhetoric without any deeper understanding of the actual mechanisms of capitalism and colonialism at play. this is of course true whether or not the person making such claims has any personal financial stake in them, though it is of course also true that, often, they do hold such stakes.

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If this dress doesn’t convince your straight laced, stiff upper lip, battle hardened Commanding officer to act up, I don’t know what will.

Zerlina Sequin Gown in Emerald by Alamour The Label

#HPS #Hiding In Plain Sight #Chapter 3 #Captain Violet #Doc

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nevsdoll · 1 year

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bonnielunkas · 4 months

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okay hear me out, hurricane paranormal society dashboard simulator

actually that's a dumb idea forget i said anything

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🎮 gamerswag39

jesus fucking christ i'm so upset rn. literally got a call over NOTHING. so what if the animatonics are moving at night that doesn't mean shit man. they move at night at my location. they move at night at the pizzaplex. they moved at night in the 80's and 90's. they just do that. and then they had the nerve to get mad at me for not wanting to deal with it? like? just get a technician to deal with it if it's that big of a problem?

📞 phone-a-dude

lmao didn't they like. kill night guards in the 80's/90's

🎮 gamerswag39

yeah? jake our boss's husband literally got assaulted by mangle?

📞 phone-a-dude

yeah i remember him talking about that lmao

📞 phone-a-dude

just checked some company records my dad almost got killed by chica back in like 93 lol

🎮 gamerswag39

didn't your dad literally kill those kids?

📞 phone-a-dude

lmfao yeah

💙 stanleyblogs

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⚙ exo-gurl

Alright, today's the day guys, gonna be showing off the exosuit in my robotics class. (Made it with a bit of help from @ history-with-shelly but no one in my class needs to know that. Thanks btw Shelly, you're a real one.)

⚙ exo-gurl

I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I'M GONNA KILL REED STRAIGHT UP TOMORROW. IT IS ON. SIGHT. THEY ARE SO DEAD.

⚙ exo-gurl

HEY SO GUESS WHO HAS A BUNCH OF BROKEN BONES AND DIDN'T KNOW UNTIL AFTER GETTING INTO A REALLY NASTY FIGHT

🖥 coding-and-cats

you're welcome 👍

⚙ exo-gurl

YOU ARE LITERALLY THE REASON THEY'RE BROKEN IN THE FIRST PLACE. DIE.

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🌀 tgirl-sonic-the-hedgehog

Me and my gf are going on a date later hopefully nothing weird or paranormal happens!

🌀 tgirl-sonic-the-hedgehog

Hey what the fuck is Faz-goo and why is this random kid I don't know warning me about it.

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🔧 cob-rulez

not to name names, but istg i'm this close to dropping one of my friends. he literally went like, 50 in a school zone, almost ran over tobes' boyfriend, and he didn't even fucking apologize? he just kept driving like that didn't happen? like? wtf?

(pete when you see this i'm really sorry my friend almost hit you)

🏈 absolutely-footballin

YOU WERE IN THAT TRUCK TOO????

🔧 cob-rulez

yes unfortunately.

💛 aimees-corner

And this is why I've been telling you to drop him for the last few years.

🔧 cob-rulez

in my defense i haven't been in a truck with him before i thought everyone was just like, exaggerating when they said he's a terrible driver

💛 aimees-corner

Need we forget all the times he's ended up on the news? Enough to where there's a whole post about it?

🛻 trucks-n-shit

gang i'm like, RIGHT HERE.

🌐 certified-hurricane-moment

Certified Hurricane Moments in history

🔧 cob-rulez

HELLO?

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🧃 applesauceboy

Okay so I kinda always figured? I was adopted? Since me and my parents don't look alike at all. But WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE AN OLDER BROTHER I JUST NEVER KNEW ABOUT? I'm hanging out with him right now and like? How did we just never know?

🧃 applesauceboy

His name is Devon btw if like, any of you guys know him.

📓 kaiju-fanboy

I work with him, I guess? He joined the paranormal team I'm in because he accidentally killed a classmate once.

🧃 applesauceboy

HUH?

OZ YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT LIKE IT'S A NORMAL THING?

👾 gregorygaming

oh yeah I know him too lol. apparently he went to that abandoned freddy's out in the woods with his friend and said classmate and the classmate put on a springlock suit and bled out? but then devon went back a week later and his classmate was there and they were fine and then everyone just moved on like nothing happened.

🧃 applesauceboy

WHAT

🧃 applesauceboy

NO WAY YOU GUYS ARE BEING FOR REAL I'M GONNA ASK HIM.

🧃 applesauceboy

WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE ACTUALLY DID THAT SHIT?

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🦊 yargfoxyforever

hey guys what does it mean if my cousin has blue eyes and his name is freddy and he's really nice

💖 m4rl3y

Alec please stop borderline shit-talking my younger brother I really don't see what the issue is

🦊 yargfoxyforever

chat, Does She Know?

💖 m4rl3y

Alec what does that mean

💖 m4rl3y

Alec

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🐻 mnm-fazbear-facts

Hey guys, Mandy here with some exciting news!!!! I'm gonna be visiting Utah next week to see my friends!!!! I'll let you guys know if I can learn any cool info on this trip!!! See you guys in a week!!!! ^v^

🐻 mnm-fazbear-facts

Guys I think I'm being haunted.

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🧢 thegreendemon

WHO TOLD MY BROTHER ABOUT KELSEY

🧢 thegreendemon

@ kaiju-fanboy @ gregorygaming YOU TWO.

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🌹 heather-the-musical

This close to kicking this random blonde dude out of Film Club, he's annoying when it comes to directing and he can't use a camera to save his life.

🌹 heather-the-musical

No fucking way he just showed me literal footage of a Freddy's just to prove he's a good camera man. What the fuck.

🌹 heather-the-musical

IS THAT A GHOST?

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💀 tomb-and-gloom

like this post if you love yuri

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🍀 sir-gee-oh

stuck on a phone call with matt. ignoring him isn't enough i need to kill this guy.

#sorry if you see this and calico's back to back while scrolling on my blog #this is really stupid sorry gang #unreality #unreality warning #long post #hps #hpsverse #fazbear frights

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