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championtutorsg · 2 years
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How Physics Tuition Helps To Improve Knowledge In Physics
Today online tutoring has gained much popularity. The main reason is the ongoing pandemic that has forced us to stay indoors. But as a parent, we would always want our children to get the best education so that they can build their future.
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mothdruid · 9 months
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The Physics of Love - Part One
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series masterlist | prologue | part two
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pairing.
robert 'bob' floyd x afab!reader
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kind of fluff, insecurities, swearing, mild sexual content, this content is meant for those who are 18 and older.
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our two cuties finally met! and they both have a few lesser than holy thoughts about each other. these two are big nerds, so let's not forget that there will be a lot of big nerd talk in this series.
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A hiss passed your lips as you hurried across campus. Coffee had spilled out of the hole of the lid of your cup, searing your hand a little. You weren’t sure why you thought you had time to get coffee, but you did anyway. After a late night of studying stats you needed a little kick. What you hadn’t needed was waking up fifty minutes late. You only had forty minutes to get ready, get coffee, and run all the way to the study room. 
You weren’t sure why you agreed to a study time so early. It felt like you couldn’t say no. This guy was helping you after all. So whatever time he picked, you agreed to. You just hadn’t expected the time to be nine in the morning. There was a reason why you mainly took afternoon classes, and this ‘Bob’ guy was about to find out. 
This was going to be the first time the two of you met. It had only been emails up to this point. A rush of excitement flowed through you at the thought. The way Professor Coleman had described him to you set your expectations high. An extremely smart kid from the Carolinas who was on the path of becoming an astrophysicist, just like Professor Coleman. A part of you was worried though, wondering if he might treat you how a majority of the other douchebags in the STEM fields did. 
You quickly, but quietly, opened the door to the library and rushed to the study rooms. Once you found the room you took a congratulatory sip of your coffee before entering. The handle of the door was cold against your skin, reminding you this was the only point you could back out. After you entered that room you would be stuck, getting tutoring lessons from a genius. And if you didn’t, well, you’d be giving up your hopes of becoming a hydrologist. 
Cool air filled your lungs as you took a deep breath. Your grip tightened on the handle, turning it slowly, then opening it. 
It was quiet, save the soft rustling of a few papers. The scene itself was intriguing. A lean looking guy leaned over the study table, fingers flipping through pages of a book. He didn’t even budge to look up at you, as if you weren’t even there. So you took more time to take him in. 
He had soft brown hair that waved and curled slightly at the edges. A solid gray colored flannel covered his upper body, a white t-shirt on underneath it. Wire rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of his nose. These beautiful ocean-like blue eyes that were staring at you. 
Oh fuck.
“Oh, hi, you're the hydrologist, right?” His voice had a soothing tone to it. 
“Yeah, and you’re the astrophysics guy, right?”
He let out a little chuckle, smiling while adjusting his glasses. 
“That’s me,” he offered out his hand as he stood up, “but you can call me Bob.”
You took his hand and shook it. It was softer than you anticipated, the shake and his skin. “It’s nice to meet you, Bob.”
The corners of his lips seemed to be pulled up in another smile, making your heart flutter. A part of you wished Professor Coleman would have told you he was this cute, but finding out on your own was proving to be entertaining. The soft pink tint to his cheeks was more than amusing, giving you a small boost in confidence. You slung your bookbag off your shoulder, setting it near one of the table legs while reaching for your chair. Without warning Bob scurried around, heading for your chair. He kindly pulled it out, offering the seat to you with a gesture of his hand. 
“Oh, you didn’t need to do that,” you assured him. 
All he did was nod as you sat down, helping push your chair in as you scooted closer to the table. Professor Coleman said he was nice and patient, but someone this gentlemanly was not what you expected. You rubbed the patch of skin behind your ear, a nervous tick you had had since middle school. Bob made his way across the table, sitting down across from you. He grabbed a few loose papers, fitting them into the book he was reading. It was only after he closed the book, pushing it off to the side that he focused on you again. 
“Coleman said you were having trouble with some physics?” He looked over at you, a more serious look on his face now. 
The pink tint to his cheeks had evaporated from his skin. The pad of your middle finger paused, softly sitting on the skin behind your ear. The nail of your middle finger scraped your skin lightly as you brought your hand down. After placing both of your hands onto the table, stretching your fingers out lightly, giving him an awkward look. 
“It's not really just some physics,” you broke an awkward smile, “it’s more like most of it.”
Bob raised an eyebrow at you. 
Yeah, you knew it was a lot. A part of you panicked, wondering if he was going to back out now. Or even make a comment about how physics tended to be harder for ‘your type’. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy to say that, but men had surprised you before. 
“Okay,” Bob made a contemplative frown, “what physics are you good with?” 
There was a flutter in your chest. This was different. He was different. No one had ever asked what you were good at before, especially with the subject you struggled the most with. The closest thing you had got was Professor Coleman encouraging you after barely passing an exam. 
“I wouldn’t really say I’m good at any of it, more like what I’m okay at.” You offered him an awkward smile. 
“Okay, what are you okay with then?” Bob crossed his fingers, hands settled on the table. 
God, those hands were gorgeous. You thought everything about him was gorgeous, but his hands were an exceptional characteristic. The way they flexed in the slightest while he was flipping pages earlier. Veins prominent and begging for your attention. Your mind wandered for a moment, wondering what his hands might feel like to be all over your body. Roaming and grabbing at the expanses of your skin. You pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind, then slowly pulled your fingers in to form a soft fist. You knocked your knuckles on the table lightly before responding. 
“Fluids and thermals,” you looked at him with a more serious look this time, “basically the only stuff that’s needed for my field of study. Or at least the stuff that I might use.” 
“I can work with that,” Bob smiled as he adjusted his glasses. 
A part of you panicked. What did he mean he could work with that? 
“What do you mean?” You couldn’t help the concern that bled into your tone. 
“Oh I, nothing, just trying to get an idea of what I’m going to study up on.” Bob said. 
Bob’s cerulean eyes stared into yours, a sincere look settled on his features. You could tell he was being earnest, no malicious intent behind his words. You hadn’t noticed the tension in your shoulders until then. Your guard was up and he just happened to be the one caught in the crossfire. His eyes flicked down to your hands, curled in fists. His hands parted, laying them palm flat on the table. 
“Why geology?” Bob asked with a smile. 
It seemed out of left field, but it helped to relieve your tension. Physics was the last thing on either of your minds for the rest of the session. The next two hours were filled with sips of your coffee and bouts of laughter. You spouted on and on about how even though the world always bounces back, we still need to put in the effort to maintain it while the human race is here. By the time you left you felt relieved, ready to trust Bob with teaching you the ways of electric currents and quantum physics. 
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Bob felt like the breath had been knocked out of him from the moment you walked in the study room. Your disheveled appearance, backpack haphazardly slung over your shoulder, and coffee cup in hand was breathtaking. He didn’t mean to be awkward, but it couldn’t be avoided. Bob knew that he had always been awkward. So when Professor Coleman approached him for a tutoring opportunity, he was a little shocked. But he knew that Professor Coleman trusted him, so he would put his best efforts into this. 
Which was a little hard at first. Bob was so taken with you, wanting to know everything about you. He couldn’t help resist the urge to get up and get your chair for you, mentally kicking himself for such an odd gesture it came off as. He had barely known you for two minutes and he was already acting awkward. 
Bob could tell you were a little on guard, especially after the chair incident. The way your shoulders had tensed when he asked what type of physics you were good at. He wasn’t trying to shame you or anything of that nature, god no. He just needed to truly know what parts of physics you were decent with. It would allow for him to brush up on some of the other subjects he hadn’t used in a hot minute. Yeah, he was an astrophysics grad student but that didn’t mean he used all types of physics daily. 
Then he asked the fateful question of ‘why this degree’. 
Bob had been fascinated with space since he was a young child. Growing up he was gifted lego rocket sets for christmas, a telescope for his birthday, astronaut ice cream randomly. He had his eyes focused on being an astronaut as a child, but that all changed in middle school. After a field trip to a nearby museum with a space exhibit, he realized that being an astronaut wasn’t for him. He didn’t want to go to space, he wanted to be the person sending people to space. Being able to understand space enough to build something and have it survive the vacuum of space? That was the true dream. 
Hearing why people choose their degree and field of study always interested Bob. From his friend Mickey picking world languages to ‘bridge the gap’, or Bradley picking political science to travel the world, or Nat chemistry because it just clicked for her. But no matter who it was, they always had a compelling reason for him. Yours was the most compelling by far. 
Minerals and rocks had always fascinated you, but water? The way it was all interconnected? Now that was your favorite thing, and it was captivating to Bob. The way you talked about how you knew you had been spoiled growing up in the Great Lakes region. Fresh water being so abundant that the idea of a drought or water shortage had never crossed your mind. Bob could feel your passion ebb and flow as you spoke about it more and more. 
Bob had to take geology for his undergrad, but nothing in depth. Hearing you talk about a section of science he was familiar with but not completely knowledgeable of was exciting. All the gaps from his class years ago were being filled. Water was so simple yet so complex. They way you animatedly talk about it, making barely decipherable diagrams with your hands, trying to explain to him in the best way. It was cute. 
Bob flushed at the thought. Only to be saved when you checked your phone. That led to him checking his own, realizing you two were five minutes of the allotted study time. 
“Ah shit, I’m sorry I used up all the time,” you apologized while getting out of your chair. 
“It’s fine, I wasn’t keeping track of the time either.” Bob grabbed his books, placing them in his backpack. 
He watched you stand up, tossing your coffee cup in the wastebasket then tossing your bag over your shoulder once more. Bob couldn’t help but stare at you, focusing on more of your features. The way the harsh fluorescent lighting made you glow like an angel. The college campus sweater you had on must have been one size bigger, creating a little bit of a baggy look. The way your athletic leggings were hugging your legs, making his mind wander slightly. He wanted to know what your legs might look like uncovered, potentially wrapped around his waist too. 
Bob looked away when his eyes flicked back to yours. He still had to give you his number after all of this too. He scratched the back of his neck, “Can I give you my number?” 
“Oh yeah, of course, I meant to ask you for it earlier,” a big smile pulled across your lips. 
Bob felt his heart swell when you smiled. Bob took your phone after you offered it to him, typing his number in under the new contact layout. You took it back from him, adding a little pair of glasses after his name unknowingly to him, before typing out a small text. 
“There I sent you a text.” 
Bob checked his phone seeing a new text notification. 
“Got it,” Bob said with a smile. 
“So, I’ll see you next time?” You asked. 
“Yeah, you’ll see me next time.” Bob answered. 
He watched you leave the study room before he grabbed his own book bag. He placed a strap on each shoulder, making sure his bag was secured to his back before leaving. He made his way out of the library and into the hallway, heading to meet with Professor Coleman. Before he walked into Coleman’s classroom he checked his phone to properly read your text. 
hey starboy
Without a second thought Bob created your contact, adding the wave emoji after your name.
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uwemagain · 1 year
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gerund or present participle: manhandling
handle (someone) roughly by dragging or pushing
Pluem & Kawin (Ghost Host Ghost House) | Nuer & Syn (Cutiepie 2 You)
For : @a-lovely-obsession
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only-lonely-stars · 1 year
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Because I'm curious:
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danothan · 4 months
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just a reminder that you can call your reps everyday and leave voice messages outside of office hours! calls usually go to congressional staffers if not interns who tally up the amount of calls made for which specific issues. these numbers are then passed along to the representative in question. don’t worry abt how you sound, you don’t need to persuade anyone over the phone. this is a numbers game, so the more calls you can make, the more that tally goes up. it takes no time, none of my calls even go for a minute, just makes sure you speak clearly so they know which issue to count for
the scripts i’ve been using have been collected from other ppl who have made calls or simplified from email scripts. they’re geared towards ppl in the US, but your call can be as simple and straightforward as asking for a ceasefire in gaza:
“Hi, I’d like to leave a comment with [representative] to say that I strongly oppose the US’s relations with Israel and stand strongly with Palestine, and I’m asking that [representative] do the same. I urge [him/her] to vote FOR House Resolution 786 and AGAINST any bill that supports Israel, and I will be basing my vote in the upcoming elections on how [he/she] chooses to proceed.”
“Hi, I noticed that [representative] is cosponsoring the Israel Supplemental Appropriations Act, and I do not support my taxpayer money aiding in Israel’s occupation of Palestine. So I strongly urge that [he/she] reevaluates and conditions this assistance to prevent anymore human rights violations.”
“I’m calling because I noticed that [representative] is standing with Israel, and I just wanted to say that I don’t support my taxpayer money aiding in Israel’s occupation of Palestine. Our priority should be preventing Israel from causing anymore destruction to Palestine, and I hope [he/she] stands with Cori Bush’s Ceasefire Now Act.”
“I’m calling in from [my district] abt House Resolution 768: The Extreme Risk Protection Order Expansion Act. I noticed that [representative] is NOT a cosponsor of this resolution. If that’s true, I just wanted to pass along my support and hope that [he/she] votes against HR 768 with how it stands by Israel.” (you can check on govtrack.us)
“Hi, I would like to urge [representative] to stand with Palestine and to defund Israel. I hope [he/she] votes NO to house resolution 768 and YES to house resolution 786.”
“Hi, I noticed that [representative] is pushing for an act that will prevent all aid from reaching Gaza, and I’m horrified that this decision is even being introduced. I urge [representative] to reevaluate [his/her] priorities and recognize that Palestine is who we need to stand with, not Israel.”
“Hi, I’m calling abt the upcoming negotiations for a 5-day ceasefire in Gaza that will allow aid to pass through, and I strongly urge [representative] to support this decision.”
“I’d like to voice my concern for [representative’s] support for Israel and ask that [he/she] cosponsor Cori Bush’s Ceasefire Now Resolution and OPPOSE the $14.6 billion in weapons aid to Israel.”
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shivunin · 23 days
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and an OC codex prompt for Maria: propaganda written in support of your OC?
Ahh thank you so much for asking! I'm fudging the "written" part of that prompt a bit, but I thought this was a fun idea c:
(Codex Prompts)
A Submission of Evidence
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A speech overheard in the Hanged Man shortly before the incident at Kirkwall’s Chantry. Submitted here to the record of the Seeker as evidence on behalf of the Champion. 
Record begins: 
Man 1 [Dwarf, red cap, didn’t get a look at his face]: And what do you care? Lives in Hightown like the rest of them, don’t she? Let them sort themselves out.
Man 2 [Ferelden, dark hair, mottled scar across his cheek]: D’you think they’ll keep that to themselves? Had three doors busted in last week by the Templars alone. Catching blood mages is all well and good, lad, but old Birta was no manner of mage at all. Meredith’s gone mad—you think she’ll settle for Hightown where the rich have guards of their own to fight her? Get your head out of—
Man 3 [Odd accent—obscuring his voice, perhaps. Tall, lanky, human, nondescript face]: So turning her in’s useless, you would say? 
Man 2: Ha! Turning her in would get you tossed in the wharf. All o’ them at the Gallows, they know exactly what that Hawke is. You want to get yourself a whole heap of trouble? Go ahead, tell a Templar the Champion’s a mage. I can see three of her friends from here who’d gut you for your trouble, and that’s if you’re lucky. 
Woman [Ferelden; recognized her from the Rose. Dark hair]: What did you just say?
Man 2: Whoa now, he didn’t mean—
Woman: Do you know what she has done for us? Not you; don’t you look at me like that, you worm. Annit’s girl has shoes because of the Champion, and Hari a working hand. She fetched me my wedding shawl back, even though it would’ve fetched her a pretty penny, and that family of hers without a cent to their name. Turn her in? Ha! Don’t bother looking at the lass by the bar, my boy, I’d gut you myself. Have you any idea what it was like to be Ferelden in this city before she knocked the Arishok’s head ‘round? No? Then keep your fool mouth shut while you can still make words.
Woman walked away to the bar. No talking for a moment. Then: 
Man 1: Heh. Fed you your own boot, she did. 
Man 3: Shut up. 
Note: The agent who supplied this information requested its inclusion to your investigation, Seeker Pentaghast. I have found a better assignment for them as we may all agree that they are getting too invested. Nevertheless, their information is good. Do let me know if you have any further questions. 
-L
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anotherpapercut · 7 months
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smth that I've found difficult in navigating life as an autistic adult is that I don't want to be infantilized, like I want/need to be viewed as a full adult, but sometimes my needs seem childish to people. so like I fight to be taken seriously but then when I do actually need help I can't get it because only a child would need it and I should be able to handle if I really want to be viewed as an adult
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irhabiya · 9 days
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i don't think i'd be a good teacher for anything below high school level but i really do like it😭 i used to tutor my underclassmen at my hs and i worked part time as a private tutor after that and i enjoyed both but i'm definitely not a patient enough person for education
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zhongrin · 1 year
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sorry comrades i think i ruined him
cw.smoking, delinquent!al haitham
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"you're 8 minutes, 42 seconds late."
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obsessedbee · 1 year
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i am writing gay lego fanfiction at my important hospital job *party hat emoji*
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championtutorsg · 2 years
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Advantages Of A Physics Tutor In Singapore
Physics is one of the subjects which is interesting and challenging at the same time. To effectively learn physics, the students need the assistance of a private tutor. A good physics tutor can enhance the student's learning by providing proper assistance to them.
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mothdruid · 4 months
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The Physics of Love- Part Two
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series masterlist | prologue | part one | part three
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pairing.
robert ‘bob’ floyd x afab!reader (nickname Nova)
word count.
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warnings.
kind of fluff, insecurities, swearing, mild sexual content, this content is meant for those who are 18 and older.
authors note.
bob did it! he asked nova on a date finally!! i figured since i'm writing this story so broken up, i'll upload it as a 'series' still, but it'll be more like an anthology. i've been best with writing a lot in concise order. so this is the best you're gonna get from me.
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“How’d it go?”
Bob looked over at Mickey, a confused look on his face. Bob knew exactly what Mickey was talking about, obviously. He had told Mickey and Nat, but not the rest of their friend group. Who were all currently sitting at the table in Jake’s house.
“How’d what go?” Jake asked.
Bob looked away from Mickey, now realizing that everyone was focused on him. A rosy tint covered his cheeks now with the spotlight in him. Bob took his glasses off, setting them on the table. He ran his palms over his face, anxiety immediately starting to bubble. There was a reason that Bob didn’t bring up his dating life. It wasn’t that he didn’t have one, it was just limited in a sense.
He grew up in a small town in North Carolina. A limited amount of people lived there, and most other people his age weren’t interested in the things he liked. He kept to himself for the most part, not getting his first girlfriend until college. Which only happened thanks to the help of Mickey and Javy. That only lasted a few months, like every relationship he had been in. They all ran the same course in his mind. Meet, date, fuck, leave. It didn’t help that with college, it seemed like everything had a time limit on it.
“Bob here had a little date the other morning,” Natasha teased from the kitchen.
It was their monthly dinner night. The one night a month that all of them made sure to reunite. Since graduating college they had limited time together. They made sure to do this though, not wanting their friendships to rust and potentially crumble.
“A date?” One of Jake’s eyebrows lifted.
“No, it wasn’t a date,” Bob corrected.
“No?” Mickey asked.
“No.”
“Then what was it?” Jake questioned before taking a drink from his beer.
“I tutored someone,” Bob answered.
Jake looked at Natasha and Mickey with a certain look. Bob slipped his glasses back on before explaining more.
“Professor Coleman told me that he has a student that needs tutoring. Said he thought it’d be a good graduate opportunity for me, so I agreed to do it. And that student just so happens to be female, who needs help with a subject that I’m good at.”
"Ooo, I didn’t realize you were into the whole student teacher thing,” Jake quipped, smile plastered on his face.
“I’m no-”
“Oh, Professor Floyd, I need all this help, pretty please,” Mickey mocked. He posed outrageously a few times, trying to appear flirtatious.
Bob rolled his eyes, deciding that this was his own personal hell. Just as he was about to respond the doorbell rang. Bob quickly got up, heading to the door and away from the dining and kitchen areas. Even though he wasn’t in the room, he could still hear Jake and Mickey going on about Bob’s, apparently, new teacher student kink. Behind the door was Bradley and Reuben, Reuben holding two nice bottles of wine.
“Thank god,” Bob muttered.
“What a greeting,” Bradley said with a confused smile.
Bob shrugged not exactly sure what to say.
“Is Jake being Jake?” Reuben asked as they stepped in.
Bob closed the door behind them. He took the bottles from Reuben, allowing for Reuben to take his coat off.
“Mickey and Jake are bein-”
“Hey!”
All of them jumped a little bit. They all turned to see Natasha in the archway to the kitchen. She was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over her chest.
“What the hell took you two so long?”
“Well, Reuben took forever to decide on a wine.”
“Hey, you’re the one who said no reds,” Reuben chimed in.
“Yeah, cause reds are gross,” Bradley said.
All of them made their way to the kitchen. Bob was beyond thankful that Jake and Mickey had stopped their jokes about Bob’s tutoring. The dislike for red wine continued as they got into the kitchen. Natasha and Bob got their own glasses of wine while everyone greeted each other. Eventually, it was finally reinstated that Reuben was the only person who actually liked red wines.
“You guys are just so uncultured,” Reuben joked.
“Uh-uh, you don’t get to call me uncultured,” Mickey pointed a finger at Reuben, “my culture is very different from all of yours.”
All of them erupted with laughter. They all got settled, now only waiting for Javy to show up. It was going to be a little late for that, Javy informing them earlier about the last minute emergency that came into the clinic.
“Seriously, Bob, how’d the tutoring go though?” Jake asked after a sip of beer.
“It was, it was good. She’s bright, doesn’t give herself enough credit.” Bob explained.
“Freshman?” Bradley asked.
“No, junior,” Bob replied.
“A junior taking Physics two? Isn’t that a little late?” Natasha added.
“Woe, woe, physics two is what you’re tutoring?” Jake seemed shocked.
Bob took a drink of wine, silently thanking Bradley for making Reuben get a pink wine.
“Yeah, physics two to a geology major.”
“Isn’t that basically their whole degree?” Jake asked.
“No, bagman, it’s not,” Natasha’s tone was stern.
Jake put his hands up, not wanting Natasha to get upset.
“I didn’t mean anything by that, I’m just asking.” Jake was cautious with his words this time.
“Well, however much physics they need,” Bradley started, “Bob’s the man for the job.”
Bob smiled as they all agreed, toasting to Bob and his success with tutoring.
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“Check?” You asked, pushing your paper towards Bob.
“Check,” Bob said, his fingers brushing yours as he grabbed your paper.
You leaned back in the chair, heat pooling in your cheeks, waiting to hear that you were wrong. Again.
The day had been long, two classes that morning, then study hall, and now tutoring. Your brain felt fried at this point. And optic equations weren’t really helping. The one thing that did seem to help was Bob though. Ever since exchanging numbers the two of you had been texting.
Was it as often as you wanted? No. But were you complaining? A little bit.
Ever since meeting him you wanted to know more. What was his favorite food? Movie? Where did he come from? Why for the love of god was he pursuing astrophysics for his masters?
No matter what the answers, you would show up to these meetings every week. They had slowly become the highlight of your weeks. Being able to watch Bob work, flipping through pages while writing down equations with no issue. It was oddly captivating, seeing his brain work at such a high level seamlessly. Like a super computer at work.
“Three is wrong,” Bob said, offering the paper back to you.
“Seriously?” You snatched the paper, looking the equation over again.
“Very,” Bob had a small smile on his face, soft wrinkles forming near his eyes.
You sat the paper back down, flipping to the page in your text book breaking down the equation. After pulling up the notes on your computer you another attempt.
“So, why astrophysics?” You asked.
Bob watched you try the problem again, not paying any attention to him when you asked the question.
“It’s cool,” Bob awkwardly answered.
Not a lot of people asked Bob about his interests, aside from Nat and Mickey. Hell, even when Jake asked him about things he got a little surprised. Obviously he was more than a little surprised right now. The cute girl he was tutoring was asking him about himself, how could he not be surprised?
Yeah, he had been texting you, but they were pretty surface level texts. Simple things like ‘when do you have class?’ or ‘hope you have a good day’, and even ‘do you want a coffee today?’. In all honestly, it was mainly you texting him and him responding with surface level answers. He just wasn’t exactly sure what to say or what to do. As much as he wanted to ‘shoot his shot’ as Bradley would say, he was afraid of scaring you off.
“Just cool?” You peaked up from your paper, “That’s it? No other reason?”
Bob noticed a little bit of a playful tone in your words.
“Yeah, kind of,” Bob said with a small smile.
“Well, what makes it kind of cool then?” You honestly just wanted to have a little bit of distraction while trying the equation.
“Space, stars, black holes, rockets, all of it. It’s just really cool.” Bob watched your pencil etch on the paper. “It’s just cool to learn about the things that are hard to understand. The intangible being somewhat tangible? I just want to understand it all more, help others understand it too. Kind of like you and geology.”
You looked up at Bob smiling.
“But geology is tangible,” you joked.
“I’m pretty sure there are things that you can’t touch in geology, like lava,” Bob said. He put his elbows on the table, reaching over to your paper, “Now let me see this.”
“Why, it’s probably not right this time either,” you offered him the paper reluctantly.
“Don’t doubt yourself,” Bob reassured you, taking the paper from you.
“Doubting is all I’ve been taught to do in this field.”
It was meant to come out as a joke, nothing more. But the way Bob face changed almost broke you. It wasn’t a big change, but it was still enough of one. A silence started to hang between the two of you. It felt as if your body was going to cave in on yourself, shoulders drawing closer together as you made yourself smaller.
“I’m sor-”
“Don’t apologize.” Bob’s gaze locked with yours, sincerity in his blue eyes.
“Being in STEM hasn’t been easy on me,” you let out a soft chuckle.
Bob sat there, staring, waiting for you to say something. He adjusted his glasses before you spoke again.
“This isn't anything towards you, cause you’ve been nothing but kind to me,” you crossed your arms and pulled them close, “but my life in STEM has been man after man telling me that this isn’t for me. No matter how hard I’ve tried, easy or hard the subject, it’s been a big fat you’re not good enough. It really starts to weigh on you after a while, why do you think I took physics so late?” The word vomit was followed with an awkward laugh, “Sorry, I-”
“I said don’t apologize, and I meant it,” Bob reached out, offering a hand to you across the table. “I know it might not mean much from me, especially because I’m not in your field, but you do belong here.”
Something had started to well up in your throat, tears pricking your eyes lightly. The muscles through your body started to relax. Your shoulder straightening out a little, arms not held so closely together. The soft shell you had created was dissipating, cracking at the seams. You reached out, taking his hand and focusing on the soft skin of his palm.
“I- thank you, but are you sure? I mean, I can’t even figure out optical equations.”
“Listen,” Bob’s hand squeezed yours, “I can only imagine what people have said to you, but they are all wrong. Like I said, you belong here, probably more than all those people who told you those things.”
His other hand came down to cover your clasped hands, provoking you to do the same. The two of you sat there for a moment, staring at each other and holding hands. You gave him a sarcastic ‘okay’ look, earning you a playful ‘I’m being serious’ look. The both of you broke into smiles while continuing to hold each others hands. A rosy color had started to appear on Bob’s cheeks.
“Have you ever been to the Cranbrook Institute of Science?”
The question took you a little off guard, but it warmed your heart.
“Everyone in STEM here has, but I’d be happy to go again,” you looked away for a moment as warmth filled your cheeks.
A bit of surprise touched Bob’s features, surprised by your answer. He thought it might be a long shot, asking you on a date, but he was hoping that after the last few weeks you’d be up for it. He really wanted to ask you prior to this session, but his nerves got the better of him. The possibility of tutoring becoming awkward would be the death of him.
“Are you sure? Because if you think that would make it awkward or anything, I don’t want that for you. And I don’t want it to seem like you have to come with me or anything. I promise that even if you say no, I’ll tutor you to the best of my abilities.” Bob’s nerves always made him word vomit.
“Hey,” it was your turn to squeeze his hands, “I’d be more than happy to go, especially with you, starboy.”
Excitement blossomed through Bob, the nickname making his heart ache. Most nicknames he earned were full of teasing, and maybe yours was to a degree. But he liked it. It felt personal, something full of love, something he wanted more of.
“Okay,” Bob said while nodding softly.
You squeezed his hands one more time before letting go. The two of you adjusted yourselves, sitting across from each other once again. A smile cracked across your face as you watched Bob adjust his glasses once more. There was a small grin plastered on his lips. He grabbed your paper once again, looking it over.
“Oh, and number three is right.”
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It felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest. Barely balancing on the balls of your feet on each step, you ran up the steps to your apartment. You had to tell your roommates immediately, they would get a kick out of it. Once you got to the door you punched your code into the keypad, hearing the tone of acceptance and unlocking of the deadbolt. You took your backpack off as you opened the door, setting it on the floor as the door closed.
The hard material of the door caught you, keeping you up straight when you fell back onto it. You rested your head back on the door, smile plastered on your face. You couldn’t stop thinking about it all.
The way he had looked at you. Those words coming out of his mouth with a type of shy confidence. Every time he had adjusted his glasses made your heart flutter. God, it was so fucking nerdy and you loved it. The seriousness that took over his face when double checking your work. It was the face you had been dreaming about for weeks.
The dreams had ranged from innocent to devious. Hand holding, cuddles, and coffee dates were some of the softer things, thoughts that lingered for hours after you woke up. Then there were the dreams that had you craving more. Hands on your hips, head between your thighs, and a sensation of being filled up. Those thoughts lingered for more than a few hours. Honestly, those thoughts never left your mind.
“You good?” A familiar voice asked.
You opened your eyes to see Mara and Alex staring at you. They were sitting at the kitchen table, books and laptops open with papers all over the place. You toed your shoes off before lugging your backpack to the table. It made a thump as you placed it on a chair you pulled out.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said, "a-ok.”
Alex raised an eyebrow, Mara smiled and shook her head.
“Spill,” Mara said.
“Did you guys fuck in the study room?” Alex asked.
“Oh my god, no. Alex why-”
“Tell, now.” Mara demanded.
“I may or may not have a date on Saturday,” you smiled and put your hands flat under your chin, jokingly showing your face off.
“Fucking finally, it’s been weeks since you two started whatever this is,” Alex explained, “the slow burn was becoming too slow for my taste.”
You stuck your tongue out while flipping Alex off, moving over to the cabinet for a glass.
“Where’s it at?” Mara asked in a cheerful tone.
“Cranbrook,” you answered, pulling the water pitcher out of the fridge to fill your glass.
“Of course,” Alex chuckled a little.
“What?”
“It’s just a little,” Alex paused for a moment, “nerdy.”
“Says the one who took your last date to an arcade.” You stated.
Mara laughed and agreed with you. You made your way back to the table, moving your bag from the chair and sitting down.
“It’s a different nerdy and you know it,” Alex said.
“It’s a smart nerdy,” Mara added.
Alex rolled her eyes at the both of you.
For the rest of the night you three sat at the table, working on homework and scrolling through tiktok on occasion. You had explained everything to them, the way he asked you and the time you’d be meeting with him on Saturday. Mara and Alex had been teasing you ever since you started your tutoring sessions. They had both convinced themselves that he was the one for you, so they made sure you looked your best on the day of.
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swordfaery · 3 days
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anyway my favourite thing about dead men fanfiction is the wildly different characters we all write. like. not even the ones who have been dead for years and have so little actual characterisation but even the ones who were alive in canon were probably very different one hundred, two hundred, three hundred years ago. also theyre under characterised in fiction. also we are all just having fun
#guy who barely posts about skulduggery pleasant: so ive be rereading some of my old favourite dead men fanfiction#as well as my own dead men fanfiction#and damn if we arent all writing a bunch of different fucking guys. to be fair i have gone rogue bcos like. cant be fucked w canon#dont wanna write about war#heyo what if it was pre war and everyone was still. convinced their wouldnt be one#also i love the idea of skulduggery being. just super fucking irresponsible devil may care live laugh love sorta guy pre-war#spoilt. rich parents who dont care much about him. loads of magic tutors.#i mean think about the class implications of the dead men#skulduggery. an elemental. a difficult discipline that clearly requires a level of training and scholarli-ness#his NAME is skulduggery#you come across that name if your educated. if you read a lot#this is a man who has been afforded every privilege#and like. i think a lot of sorcerers are implied to be very upper class#or like. kinda rich and fancy about it#but obviously that wouldnt be the case for everyone bcos magic isnt just genetic right like some ppl just show up with it#and like even then#dexter vex#anton shudder#like as far as im aware these are just names ppl have#and slightly uncommonly used words#disciplines which are more emotional/physical#as opposed to 'learned'#i just think its interesting#i was gonna have my dead men all meet n be friends pre war#but tbh i think them meeting and not being friends is better#i think theres a sort of tragedy in them being as close as they were because of the war#and not having that post war or pre war#its actually really fucking sad but like. evidently they didnt hang out in the interim when most of em were still alive#or at least that much#im wondering if like. they needed a couple hundred years of like. detox bcos seeing each other just pulled them back into that mindset
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the fact that you can understand chemistry is so magical to me because i could barely process any of it and nearly failed my class in high school 😭 you wizard!!! tell me how!!! what are your secrets!!!
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Ok I started rambling again SORRY
If I’m being honest chemistry (and other science classes) HIGHLY depends on your teacher. I have experience as a TA and tutor for chemistry so I know that there are many ways to approach chemistry for people. A lot of times teachers fuck up by making the class extremely focused on certain styles of learning. I think one thing to avoid when teaching a stem course is info-dumping on people. Like idk if you ever watched breaking bad but I remember in one of the very first episodes that we watched Walter White give his first day of chemistry class and already he fucked up imo. He started spewing the story of thalidomide (which is honestly irrelevant to anyone in a high school setting) and then started talking about atomic theory (which is also not something I would do on the first lecture). I think this is the easiest way to alienate people from chemistry because you make it boring and you make it about memorizing and not about caring for the subject anymore.
So I think I’ve mentioned this before but in high school I had full intentions of going to school for music performance. I’d played piano my whole life and thought I wanted to go pro. And then I tried out for a few agents and completely got turned down and discouraged not to pursue it further. It was the summer of my junior year in high school and I had no idea what I wanted to do. I have an uncle who more or less does the same job I do now (a little different but basically the same). And he asked me “why don’t you come work with me for a day see if you like it?” And he ran an experiment with me. We went to the corner store and bought a bottle of coke cola. He pointed to the label where it said “53 mg/ml of caffeine” (or whatever number I think it’s 50 something) and he asked me “do you wanna find out if this is true?” And I was like 🫨 we can do that??? And then we walked to the lab and he brought me to his HPLC. I had no idea what the machine was but he walked me through the steps of setting up the test and together we ran an experiment with the soda we bought from the store and proved that the label was right. And he then told me that this job is what he does but with medicines, to make sure that the cancer medicine people take every day is right. And for some reason that experience just changed everything for me and I thought about how important something like that is to society and how I could make sure people are getting life saving medicine every day and like immediately I wanted to do that too. So that’s what started it for me haha!
Long story short I think you need to spark people’s interest by making chemistry relatable and easy to understand and make it hands-on. People need to know how this applies to real life and then they will be interested. Chemistry isn’t hard but it requires a curious mind to excel. Because chemistry when you boil it down is about the why. Why do reactions happen and why are atoms and molecules the way they are? When people learn the basic principles of atomic and subatomic behavior they can easily understand any subset of chemistry. And to me I think it’s amazing, really. The world around us is amazing. The way atoms behave is amazing. The way your body works on a chemical level is incredible. Like it fascinates me and I think to me that’s what kept me so interested in my coursework in school. Learning about the chemistry behind living organisms literally blew my mind every lecture. You wouldn’t believe the things your body does on an atomic level. The way proteins fold and unfold, the way hormones and medicines work, the way your cell membranes work and how your body uses ATP… all those things are incredibly complicated processes that boil down to incredible feats of chemistry. Literally no reactions in real life are anything like what happens inside of living things. It amazes me literally I love it so much and it kills me that you could have the wrong teacher one time in high school and be turned off of the subject forever. The chemistry of the world around us is SO fascinating. I wish the people who taught chemistry to others were all as passionate about it as I am haha
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luvbinnies · 29 days
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I slid into a someones DMS BROOO AM I OKAYYY
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