#so they are definitely missing parts of the curriculum

[lovableapocalypse]

feels like

bradley "rooster" bradshaw x fem!reader

wc- 2k

warnings- mentions of pregnancy/being pregnant, vomit/throwing up, like one f bomb, established relationship, i dont think anything else

a/n- reader is a pilot lol. hope you all like it and send me any requests you wanna see!!!!

You were tired of vomit. Tired of the smell, tired of the nausea, and tired of the harsh sting it was leaving in the back of your throat. The past three days you had been pulled to consciousness by your uneasy stomach and ended up over the toilet as your alarm blared from the bedroom. 

Bradley has had to leave for training extremely early this week and luckily has missed your ugly morning wake-up call. You’d been subtly avoiding his concerns at work; when you looked queasy after conditioning, when Jake’s body wash scent made you gag, and when you barely touched the coffee he brought you one morning. You played it off as a stomach bug, but your intuition was telling you something completely different.

Thankfully this week had been a zero flight week. You were terrified of flying if your suspicions were accurate, but you were also too scared to take the damn pregnancy test. 

As you walked down the hall Friday afternoon, doing your best to avoid everyone, you made a pact with yourself that you would stop by the convenience store tonight. Bradley was staying late to help with new flight curriculum so you’d have the opportunity to do it alone. 

Part of you wanted to share this moment with him, but your fear quickly overrode that. You and Bradley had been together for years at this point, ever since your first run at Top Gun. He’s mentioned kids a couple times, but never seriously. Deep down you knew he would accept this and be 100% in it, but your anxiety was on blast and your logical thoughts were nowhere to be found. 

You were supposed to be heading to a group meeting, all Dagger Squad members present. Your nausea has been steady all day, and hasn't eased up since you puked your guts up first thing. It’s been miserable and your sweaty, pale complexion are a testament to that. You’re trying your best to take deep breaths as you walk through the humid hallway, but your stomach lurches anyway. You grip the wall nearest to you and clench your eyes shut. 

Deep breaths. In and out. You wait for the pain to subside before you start walking again. You slowly enter the conference room, looking around. Last one here, great. You shoot a small smile in apology and head to the empty seat next to Bradley. 

He gives you a quizzical look as Maverick begins a spiel about next week's itinerary. 

“You okay?” He whispers, brown eyebrows pinched. 

You inhale sharply and nod, reaching for his hand to squeeze in reassurance. He squeezes in return and tries his best to keep his attention on Mav, but your squirming is distracting. It’s too hot in this cramped office space. You swear you can feel each person’s body heat radiate off them, making your head spin. 

Breaths. Deep freaking breaths. You’re trying to concentrate once again on your breathing as Phoenix asks a question, but everything is muffled and distant. You feel Bradley’s eyes seer into you and your jaw clenches unbearably tight. 

This is not happening. You refuse. You’ve made it the whole week without getting sick at work, and you really don’t want your closest colleagues and friends to see you hurl in a tiny trash can. Bradley squeezes your hand tighter trying to grasp your attention, but you just stare ahead and will your body to stop. 

Fuck. There’s definitely no stopping it. You shoot to your feet, pulling your hand from Bradley’s, drawing everyone’s attention. You briefly hear Mav ask if you’re alright and your hand quickly shoots to cover your mouth as you stumble to the trash can. Your stomach empties and you cough harshly, bent over the small container. You hear chairs screech and boots on the ground and soon feel a familiar hand slide up your back. 

Bradley pulls your hair away from your face with his other hand and continues to rub your back, glancing around the room in concern. Phoenix and Bob shoot him sympathetic looks and Jake’s grimace is clear as day. 

Mav makes his way over to you, cautiously, and shouts at Javy to get a medic. You raise your hand and wave at him, trying to refuse. You cough again, “I’m fine. I’m okay.”

“You just puked y/n.” Bradley states. 

“I know, I know. I’m sorry- just I’m okay now.”

You slowly stand up and Bradley keeps his grip on you, moving you towards a seat. You glance up, cheeks flushing in embarrassment, and see the sympathetic looks sent your way. “Sorry,” You sigh.

Javy returns out of breath with the medic and you can’t help but roll your eyes. “Really, I’m fine.”

“Y/n I think you should go get checked out,” Maverick says, “Rooster, why don’t you go with her.” He nods his head towards the door and motions for you, Bradley, and the medic to leave the conference room. 

Bradley keeps his grip on your elbow as you walk slowly toward the med bay. The medic is asking you basic questions that you are trying your best to answer as vaguely as possible. When you enter the med area you begrudgingly let the medic take your temperature and check your vitals. 

“Everything looks okay. I’d just get some rest and head to urgent care if your symptoms get any worse.” 

You’re grateful the medic didn’t mention pregnancy and you nod in appreciation as they exit the small exam area. 

Bradley sighs and places his hands on his hips. “Let me take you home, honey. Get some sleep.”

You shake your head, “No Roo it’s okay, I promise. You have to stay late anyway.”

You’re avoiding his gaze as a lump forms in your throat. You’re not sure why you feel so emotional all of a sudden, but with barely any sleep and vomiting up everything you eat, you’re exhausted. You feel tears prick your waterline as Bradley steps closer to you. 

He reaches up and cups your face. It wasn’t always like this. You and Rooster are both stubborn to an unhealthy degree, and when you two got off on the wrong foot all those years ago you never imagined this. He rubs his thumbs over your cheeks, examining you with his eyes. 

“What’s going on? You’ve been off all week.” His voice is soft and it only makes you more emotional. 

You close your eyes and feel the first tears escape down your face. “I think I’m pregnant.” You whisper.

You keep your eyes shut as you hear him inhale. He grips your face tighter, willing you to open your eyes. When you finally open them, he’s smiling. 

“You’re pregnant?”

You shake your head, “I’m not sure yet. I haven’t taken a test yet, but I’ve been sick all week and I can’t remember when my last period was.” You sigh. 

His smile only grows. Of course he would be excited. You’re not sure why you were convinced he would be pissed or upset. His reaction only makes you cry more and he tugs you closer into the warmth of his chest. 

He presses a kiss to the top of your head and steps back, helping you off the exam bench. “Let's go home, yeah?” He asks. 

You nod solemnly and thread your fingers through his, heading to the exit. Bradley lets Mav know you’re sick and he’s taking you home, planning to finish the flight course next week. He helps you into his Bronco and secures your seatbelt for you. He kisses you lightly before closing the door and heading around the car.

On the way back to your shared place he detours to the nearest convenience store and parks out front. Turning to you he says, “I’m gonna run in and grab a few tests. Do you want to come in?”

You shake your head and lean back against the seat letting it absorb your exhaustion. He’s quick inside and jogs back out to the car with a full bag.

“I didn’t know which one to get so I just grabbed a bunch.” He pulls a few out to show you and you laugh at his eagerness.

He smiles at you and places the bag in the back seat, squeezing your knee as he starts the car again. 

He turns the radio on low as you watch your surroundings pass by. You don’t know how to feel about all this. Are you even ready to be a mom? You glance at Bradley and take in his tanned skin and light blush covering his nose and ears. He’d be a great dad, you already know it. 

You try to shake off some of your anxiety as you head inside. Bradley pulls you close and squeezes your arm, sending you a reassuring smile. You exhale and turn to him, “Will you take it with me?”

“Of course.” He nods and rubs your arm gently. 

You head towards the bathroom with the bag full of tests and Bradley fills a cup of water for you. You’re examining all the different tests when he enters and comes up behind you. He rests his head on your shoulder and reads the boxes with you. 

You grab the test with the electronic Pregnant or Not Pregnant answer and a generic 2 line test as well. Bradley sits with you the whole time anxiously squeezing any part of you he can touch. You place the tests near the sink and set a timer on your phone. 

You both sit in a comfortable yet tense silence. You can tell Bradley is more excited than you are but he’s doing his best to keep himself calm. The phone rings cutting off your anxious thoughts and you both stand together to look at the results. 

You grab the line test first seeing two very visible solid lines. You quickly grab the other which coincides with a bold Pregnant flashing at you. You close your eyes and pass the test to Bradley, feeling the waterworks begin. 

He gasps slightly and puts the test back on the counter. He laughs as he turns you to face him, “Hey, hey it’s okay. Everythings gonna be fine,” You can hear the smile in his voice as your tears fall faster. 

“We’ll figure it out, okay? Hey, look at me.” He cups your face again, your eyes opening to meet his. 

“We’re gonna figure it out.” His smile spreads, “We’re gonna be parents holy shit.” You laugh at his excitement and pull him into an embrace. 

“We’re gonna be parents.” You mumble into his shirt. 

The next morning you head to a local clinic just to get a medical test and see if everythings okay with the baby. You’re given the all clear and relative timeline of birth and growth and everything seems so surreal. Bradley is beyond excited and it’s starting to rub off on you. He spent the whole night reassuring you and brainstorming possible names. 

The doctor did let you know that flying is off limits. You feel a bit sad at the loss of flying, but know Mav will keep you busy in other ways. You keep reminding yourself this as you head to his office Monday morning. Bradley and you are hand in hand, him excited to break the news. You knock and hear a muffled “Come in” on the other side. You exhale and squeeze Bradley’s hand as you push the door open. 

“Hey y/n, Bradley.” He nods. “Feeling better?” He places the paperwork he was looking at down and looks between you both. 

You glance to Bradley who quickly nods his head, urging you on. “About that.” You turn back to Mav’s confused expression continuing, “Um, Bradley and I actually have something to tell you.”

Pete remains silent, questioning you both. 

“I’m, uh, not gonna be able to fly for a while.”

His brows furrow, mouth opening to object, but you beat him to it. 

“I’m pregnant.”

His mouth drops in shock and Bradley laughs at his expression. 

“I- I mean wow. Holy shit!” He laughs. He stands and rounds the desk pulling you into a tight hug and then Bradley. He shakes Rooster’s shoulders as he pulls away and his face is ecstatic. 

“I’ll be damned,” He looks between you both again and shakes his head. You glance at Bradley and smile.

Bradley’s grin is contagious and he shouts, “We’re gonna be parents!”

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[milkywaydrabbles]

kinktober 25 with rindou!!! 🔛🔝 kanto manji uniform

A/N: Honestly Rindou in uniform brain go brr. I am a firm believer that 18/19 year old Rindou is an obnoxious show off, fluffing his feathers up whenever he can. Cocky little shit in this fic and I'm into it. I hope you like it!! Mwuah!!

Uniform x Haitani Rindou

Your head was pounding. The bright light of your computer making you miserable--you’ve been trying to study the same material for the last three hours, and you were growing tired of trying. You thought if you kept looking at the screen your head would combust. It was time to take a break. Stretching your arms over your head, you felt all the joints release a crack that had you groaning. Looking around you realized you were the only one left in the library of your university. At least in your general area. Looking down at your phone you realized not only was it well into the evening but you had three missed phonecalls from your boyfriend. ‘Shit’. You gathered your things as quickly as you could into your bag and slung it over your shoulder before giving him a call back. It only rung once. 

‘Jesus Christ would it kill you to pick up the phone?’ He sounded annoyed but you knew better than to think it wasn’t him just masking it to not show how worried he really was about you. ‘Thought I was gonna have to fuck some people up to find you’ You rolled your eyes, smiling as he spoke. Always so dramatic.

“Sorry, Rin, I was in the library and I lost track of time. I have that big test coming up you know? Just want to be prepared.” You sighed, thinking that when you got back to your dorm you should try studying some more, even if it’s another part of the curriculum. There was never enough time to digest all the information your shitty ass professors wanted you to learn but somehow you needed to figure it out. ‘You’re stressing yourself out too much, just relax babe.’  You snorted on the line, biting your tongue. As if the amount of times your gang affiliated boyfriend knocking on your student housing apartment covered in bruises and blood that may or may not be his didn’t stress you out. “Yeah yeah, I’m heading home now though, stay on the phone with me?” ‘ Of course, baby.’

-

You’d gotten off the phone with Rindou a few minutes before getting to your door, saying he needed to finish a few loose ends before giving you a call again. So imagine your surprise when you walk into your one bedroom with none other than Rindou already inside. “Jesus!” You gasped, holding onto your chest like your heart was going to pop out. “You can’t just!....” your scolding trailed off, eyes scanning the new clothing on him. Rindou smirked, uncrossing his legs from your couch and leaning back, arms splayed behind the couch. “Whatcha lookin’ at, pretty girl?” You shook your head, trying to pull yourself out of a daze and dumping your bag at the door, along with your shoes. “What are you wearing, Rin? I’ve never seen that.” You mumbled, making your way over to him and sitting with your legs up to your chest next to him on the sofa. 

“We got new uniforms. You like ‘em?” 

Like was the understatement of the century. You loved it. It looked so clean, white made him look real cleaned up. Plus, even if you hated it (not really, you lair) seeing bright blood splatters on the crisp linen would be bad ass (as long as it’s not his!) But you had to play it cool, so you nodded, casually picking at your nails. He knew you better than that. Rindou patted his thigh with a grin, “come here, pretty. You’re too far.” he couldn’t help but coo when he saw how you scrambled from your corner onto his lap, hands running across his shoulders and thumbing the lapels. “It’s nice, Rinnie..” you whispered, feeling the embroidery on the sides of the sleeves. Your head was in turmoil: the new uniform was definitely doing it for you, trying your best to contain your horny little brain. “You look...good, in white.”  He let you keep tracing the fabric, seeing your pupils dilate and your mouth part. It was kind of hot, seeing how horny you were getting just by seeing him in uniform. Maybe he’d have to stop by after meetings more often. 

“What are you thinking, baby?” Rindou grabbed your jaw, making you look up at him with flushed cheeks. “Nothing!” Your voice cracked, clearing your throat before trying again. “Nothing.” He hummed, peering over his glasses. “You wanna fuck?” “Rin!” He couldn’t help but laugh, at how sweet you were for him, really. How he landed you and had you stick around he’ll never know. “Come on baby, lemme fuck the stress outta you. Missed you today.” He mumbled against your skin, kissing your jaw, trailing down your neck, pulling at your shirt to expose a shoulder and bite at the juncture that met your throat. You gasped, holding on tightly at the lapels of the jacket and bucking your hips onto him. “Missed you too, Rindou...” a hand made its way to his long locks, scratching at his scalp while he continued to give you attention. His hands made their way to your chest, grabbing and groping at your tits. “Strip for me, baby.” His voice held authority, your skin feeling like it was on fire. You nodded, getting up from his lap to practically rip your clothes off of you. “Does my pretty baby like my uniform?” He teased, cupping your ass when you stood between his legs. “Mhm” You nodded, moving to sit back on his lap but he stopped you with a hand. “Why don’t you suck me off, pretty girl?” felt much less like a question and more like a demand, one you couldn’t say no to. You knelt between his legs, shaky hands unbuckling his belt and zipping down the pants--pulling out his hardened cock from its confines. He spread his legs wide, making himself bigger. One hand smoothed down your hair while the other lay behind the couch. “Go ahead baby, show me how much you like my uniform.”

Your lips were on him in an instant. Pressing wet sloppy kisses on his head and shaft, tongueing his cock. He held his hand on your head, not moving you but keeping pressure. He lifted his hips slightly when you moved to take him in your mouth, pressing his cock into your cheek and seeing it bulge. “Fuck, baby, look so good taking my big dick.” your lashes fluttered at the praise, slurping his cock into your mouth. You were messy, drooling already with spit bubbling at the sides of your mouth. Rindou moaned above you, throwing his head back in pleasure when he saw just how nasty you were sucking him off. “Didn’t know this would do it for you” he laughed, taking your hair in his hand like a makeshift ponytail. “Wanna come see me fight like this? In my uniform? I’d win, and fuck you right after.” Your pussy clenched around nothing, pushing yourself to take more of him. You looked at him through teary lashes, nose touching his pubes as you gurgled around him. “Fuck! Just like that, slutty baby, keep going.” You whimpered around his cock, taking him just how he wanted it. You’d do whatever he asked when he was dressed like this, mind completely turning into mush. Your hand worked in tandem with your mouth, flicking your wrist and jerking him as you suckled on his tip, laving your tongue over the slit. Rindou hissed, pulling your hair to tip your head back, his own hand taking over for yours and jerking his cock. “Open your mouth, baby, gonna shoot my load over your face.” He panted, taking a mental picture of you sitting so pretty with your hazy eyes unfocused and tongue lolling out, waiting patiently for his cum. He moaned, bucking his hips as he shot sticky ropes of cum on your tongue and face, dripping from your forehead to your cheeks, smearing what was left on his tip on your tongue, giving it a few smacks before leaning back and letting go of your hair.

“Fuck babythat was so hot.” He exhaled deep, hoisting you up from your knees back onto the couch. His fingers rubbed at your pussy, that had been dripping onto your floor. He grinned wicked, pressing his already hardening cock between your pussy lips.

“Now I’m gonna fuck you with it on, okay baby?”

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[1-800-hwahui]

art project

member | art major grad student bf!minghao x fem reader genre | smut. maybe fluff at the end kinda word count | ~2,800 warnings | dom!minghao, sub!reader, reader has a vagina and breasts, unprotected sex (use protection irl!!), use of paints (they're safe dw), breastplay (?), choking, an ounce of humiliation (and i mean it there's barely any), reader begs him to cum inside, creampie, reader falls asleep for the aftercare but there is indeed (some) aftercare, use of pet names: good girl (1), darling (4), baby (3). if i missed any lmk! notes | lowercase intended. partially based on this ask from @sluttyminghao. dedicated to alicia i hope you enjoy suffering :) also thanks to @duhnova for proofreading ily -💒 june

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“what do you need me to do?”

your soft voice snaps minghao back to attention, and he looks up at you, laying on a couch in the center of the room. completely naked.

his hands shake imperceptibly as he grips the pencil, keeping his eyes firmly on the canvas in front of him.

he knows it’s part of the curriculum to do an anatomy study—which, of course, involves studying the human body. he just didn’t expect it to be your body he has to study. and he definitely didn’t expect to be fighting a hard-on the entire time he’s trying to sketch.

and he’s trying not to, this assignment is due at midnight and he’s just barely started, but how is he supposed to be expected to focus on this assignment when his gorgeous partner, the love of his life, is sitting so innocently yet so lewdly in front of him? patiently waiting for him to finish his assignment so you can spend the rest of this gorgeous sunday afternoon with him?

minghao has a feeling he’s not going to get much work done today.

“do you need me to pose, or something?” you call out, a hint of nervousness in your voice at the prolonged silence in the studio.

he stands up from the chair at his easel and tentatively walks over to you.

“can i…?” he breathes, reaching out to touch you.

you bite your lip and look up at him, nodding. “mhm.”

it would be a lie to say you weren’t incredibly turned on being minghao’s model. something about the thought of being completely revealed to him while he sits fully clothed, scrutinizing every inch of your body so he can immortalize you as one of his masterpieces, makes you rub your thighs together against the couch in anticipation.

his slender fingers trace up your side absently, his eyes fixated on your breasts and he gently turns you towards the light shining through the open window.

“tell me what you need, hao,” you whisper, and you’re positive that both of you know you’re talking about more than just you posing for his portrait.

with him standing in front of where you’re laying, your gaze is directly level with his thighs, the obvious tent in his pants just within reach.

you look up at him, your eyes silently asking permission before you reach out to rest a hand tentatively on his thigh.

he shudders, and you smile, moving your hand on top of his bulge and just barely applying pressure.

he groans at your touch, then grabs your wrist, stilling your hand. you pause, waiting for him.

“assignment—first,” he says breathily. “let me finish first.”

you curl your legs behind you on the couch, leaning back. “you could always… finish first,” you grin mischievously.

he steps back, barely out of your reach, but enough that your hand falls back down to your side.

“better hurry then,” you say. “you’re gonna have quite the mess to clean up. i’m dripping all over this sofa.”

you’re teasing and you know it. but you figure this is payback for all the essays and assignments that he’d interrupted so he could spread you out on the twin bed in his cramped dorm your first year together.

he turns suddenly and hurries to a cabinet on the other side of the room.

while his back is to you, you decide to have a little fun– if you weren’t already having fun riling him up.

you slip your hand between your thighs and spread your legs, the cold air hitting your sensitive area and making your shiver. you push apart your folds, slowly dragging one finger up and down to spread your wetness around. you whine when you finally slip the tip of your index finger inside, just barely to the first knuckle. not enough to give you anything, but enough to make minghao mad.

and mad he is. when he turns around from the cabinet, the look on his face isn’t surprised at your bratty actions, but rather, a sadistic kind of excitement. he narrows his eyes at you playfully.

“did i tell you you were allowed to do that, darling?” he says, walking back towards you. his shyness from earlier is gone, replaced with the usual hard persona that you’re used to seeing from him. which is exactly the reason you decided to misbehave.

“mm, no,” you admit. “but so what?”

he scoffs. “if you’re done being a brat, i have work to do on this assignment.”

you finally notice the tubes of paint in his hand, and your heart speeds up in exhilaration.

“here.” he tosses them to you, colorful pinks and blues and yellows. “if you’re going to touch yourself, use the paint. give me something pretty to look at while i draw, hmm?”

you turn one of the tubes over in your hand, studying the label.

“they’re body safe, don’t worry,” he adds, his faux-displeased look falling for a minute into the sweet, shy boyfriend you’re used to. “i, uh… got them special for you, in case you wanted to try them.”

you smile, grateful for his thoughtfulness. your eyes never leave his as you snap open the cap of one of the bottles and dump it onto your chest, almost daring him to make a move. bright orange liquid spills down your breasts, covering you in paint.

minghao steps forward and runs his finger through the paint, collecting it on his finger before smearing it roughly across your cheek. “there,” he says, turning and walking back to his easel as if nothing happened. “now you look like art.”

you giggle suggestively and open another bottle, squirting a glob into the palm of your hand. you rub your hands together to thoroughly coat them, then slap your hands against your thighs, leaving bright pink handprints along the skin just below your dripping cunt.

minghao sits at his canvas, sketching nonchalantly as you make a mess on the couch.

you think he’ll give in soon and come fuck you like you want, but he’s firm; at least half an hour passes without so much as a smirk in your direction. he’s so focused on his work, that you don’t think he even notices when you start fingering yourself again, hands still covered in paint as you roll your clit between your fingers and buck your hips off the couch in desperate search for more.

“hao,” you whine, getting impatient. “are you done yet?”

“brats don’t get what they want,” he reminds you sternly. “and you haven’t been behaving very well. now sit still so i can finish this, or you won’t get fucked at all today.”

you moan and lean back against the couch again. despite all the playing, you know this assignment is worth a big part of his grade, and he needs to get it done– tonight.

you’re almost starting to drift off when you hear chair legs scrape against the floor loudly. you look up, tired, and see minghao walking towards you with a satisfied grin.

“it’s finished?” you ask, stifling a yawn. the afternoon has gotten later, and the sun still shining through the window has gotten darker.

“enough. you still want me to take care of you, baby?” he breathes.

you nod and whimper, starting to wriggle in your seat. some of the paint on your skin has dried, and it cracks and flakes off at the movement. the half-full bottles lay on the seat next to you, and he picks one up, turning it over in his hands.

“you know how this works, darling. need to hear you say it out loud,” he chides.

you moan and adjust in your seat. “yes, please. hao, please,” you groan out.

“that’s my good girl,” he smiles, opening the bottle and pouring some into his hand. his long finger swirls the liquid around in his palm teasingly.

“please,” you whine again.

“i’m not sure you deserve me, after how you behaved,” he frowns, but he begins tracing his paint-covered finger along your collarbone. “get my pants off, then, if you want me so bad.”

it’s humiliating, but you swear you’ve never moved faster in your life, hands flying to the loose buttons of his pants.

his hands are now completely covered in paint, so you help him shrug off his cardigan, leaving him in a low cut tank top. you admire the way his skin glistens with sweat, before either of you have even done anything strenuous.

suddenly he presses both palms flat against your chest, leaving pretty purple handprints over your breasts before lifting his hands. you groan at the cold feeling of the paint on your nipples, watching his own harden beneath his shirt.

the muscles in his arms flex as he slips out of the last of his clothes, leaving him exposed in front of you. you know he must be painfully hard by now, having had to sit and watch you writhe on the sofa for nearly an hour.

he grabs you and flips you over with ease, manhandling you into the position he wants you. you don’t struggle, letting him toss you into whatever pose he pleases.

“since you couldn’t sit still earlier, maybe you’ll sit still once you’ve got my dick in you,” he grunts through gritted teeth.

you’re flat on your back against the seat cushions, minghao standing over you with one leg planted on the back of the couch.

you whine out his name, and finally you get what you want. he starts pushing into you, meeting zero resistance from how wet you’ve been for the past hour combined with leftover paint that dripped down to your cunt.

you sigh, head lolling back against the armrest as he enters you inch by inch, giving you the delicious stretch you’ve been waiting for all day.

your breathing falters as he slowly pulls most of the way out before slamming back into you, giving you little time to adjust.

the different colors of paint smear down your skin as he thrusts into you, the force of his thrusts making the paint pool at your breasts and collarbones.

he slows down for just a second to grab another color and slop it on his palm, before his hand slides up to your neck. the pressure is just barely there, but it’s more than enough to make you dizzy.

“mingha–ao,” you gasp as he continues snapping his hips against yours. the pads of his fingers tighten against your neck, and you’re sure he can feel your racing pulse beneath his fingertips.

“look at my beautiful masterpiece,” he coos, his hips never letting up as he speaks. “my work of art. covered in all these pretty colors, just for me.”

you let out a whimper at his words, involuntarily clenching around his cock.

he curses and tightens his grip around your neck. “squeezing me– ah, so beautifully, darling. ‘m not gonna last long if you keep doing that.”

“don’t care,” you blubber, eyes starting to fill with tears from the constant pressure building in your pussy. “cum in me, hao, please– need you, baby, need you to cum in me–”

“you think you’ve earned it?” he scolds, reaching down with his other hand to grab your breast, smearing more paint across your dirtied skin. “you think you’ve earned my cum?”

“m–please, hao, please,” you sob. “please!”

he lets go of your breast and reaches down to play with your pussy, slowing his pace a little so he can rub tight circles over your clit. you try to squeeze your legs shut, but he keeps you spread open with his knee.

“co-coming,” you gasp, struggling to catch your breath as every muscle in your body contracts. his fingers on your clit move faster and suddenly you cry out, wave after wave of intense pleasure hitting you with such force your vision goes dark for a split second. your ears are ringing; the only sound you can focus on is the sound of minghao’s soft grunts as he continues plowing into you.

when you finally regain control of your limbs, you reach out to grab his arm, the paint still on your own hands leaving smeared colors along his bicep.

he pulls out completely, and you whimper at the loss before you see him bend down, his head level with your pussy. he looks up at you for a second, wordlessly making sure you’re still okay, and once you nod, he spits roughly on your hole, saliva dripping down your used cunt.

you moan at the feeling of your body slick with paint, sweat and now spit. minghao quickly shoves two fingers into your cunt, giving you no warning before thrusting them in and out, over and over again.

but just as quickly as he began, he removes his fingers, wiping them on the inside of your thigh.

“need you to– cum in me, hao, please.” you whine, reaching out for him, but your arms are too sore to move very far, and the effort is futile.

he holds the base of his cock in one hand, gently guiding it back into you as his other hand comes forward to meet with yours. he interlaces your fingers, the paint on both your hands combining one last time.

he gradually speeds up his pace until he’s thrusting into you so roughly, you have to cover your head with your other hand to stop yourself from slamming into the armrest.

“give me one more, baby,” he growls, adjusting his leg propped up on the couch so he hits at a deeper angle. “i’m c-close,” he adds when you moan in response.

you shut your eyes tightly, feeling the familiar knot in the pit of your stomach begin to tighten. you squeeze minghao’s hand and feel him squeeze back, until his hips stop abruptly and he shoves his cock fully into you, letting out a high-pitched moan, and you know he’s coming.

at that moment you let go, your cunt gushing around him as you work through your second orgasm of the night.

you can’t tell if the warm sensation between your legs is from his cum or yours, but what you do know is that every inch of you is sore from sitting on this couch all day.

he slips out of you and runs his finger through your folds one more time, making you shiver with sensitivity as he admires his work.

he stands and walks back to the cabinet from earlier. you can’t see what he’s getting from your position on the couch, but you can only hope it’s something soft and comfortable.

“wipes,” he explains as he comes back to kneel beside you. “gotta get you cleaned up, darling.”

you whimper and let your eyes fall shut as you give yourself up to minghao, allowing him to take care of you. the cold, wet feeling of the wipe across your chest is uncomfortable, but you know you can’t stay covered in paint forever.

he wipes slowly along your body, being careful not to be too rough around your neck where he held you and between your legs. you feel yourself drifting off, the world becoming quieter and quieter as you relax into the gentle feeling of his arms around you, tenderly cleaning the paint off your skin.

when you wake up you’re no longer on the couch. in fact, you’re no longer at minghao’s studio.

you sit up, rubbing your eyes to see the inside of minghao’s apartment. you feel a blanket over your lap, and your hair is wet, though you don’t remember washing it.

you hear footsteps behind you, and you turn to see minghao carrying a tray with fruit and a cup of tea.

“you’re awake,” he smiles warmly.

“how long was i out?”

he sets the tray on the table next to you and shrugs. “maybe an hour? you were snoring in my car, by the way.”

your face heats up. “i was not!”

he laughs. “well, you were. anyway… got you in the shower, put all our clothes in the laundry–”

“did you finish your assignment?” you ask.

he smiles. “yeah, while you were out. only time you’d sit still long enough for me to draw you,” he teases.

you pout, shaking your head in disagreement, but accept his snacks.

“so… the paint?” he asks cautiously.

you take a sip from your tea. “what about it?”

“did you… um, like it?”

it’s your turn to smile. “i did. it was fun, we should try that more often. you’re sexy when you talk about art.”

the lighting in his living room is dim, but you can still see the way his cheeks flush at your words.

he sighs, reaching over to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. “my beautiful masterpiece,” he says softly. “all mine.”

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[rnakamura22]

Yandere Azul x Reader

Prefect is Female! Her name is Yu! I read about possessive Azul and I did the best I could...

Ah, the one and only Azul Ashengrotto...We all know how much of a stoic person he is and how he works hard everyday(some shady methods...Don't tell him I said that).

He never wants to go back to his former self when he was bullied, and he sets high demands for... almost every aspect including, Mostro Lounge, Academics, and being in great shape controlling his daily calories. (Not much for Flying on Brooms, but let's get that out of the way)

Ever since the incident with Ramshackle Dorm, Yu has definitely left QUITE an impression on Azul, no doubt. Whoever thought a tiny shrimp like you could go out of his tentacles and act up?

And even though you are from another world, you work hard to survive every day in NRC, which is something Azul can relate and admire you for that. Looking at you everyday in school, Azul MAY have looked at you for a minute too long, which is teased by Jade and Floyd like forever.

Azul is DEFINITELY the first to found out your little secret of being the only girl in an all boys school. WELL, WELL!! And the  two first years who always hung by you didn't have a clue!! Azul may have gotten the most valuable information for him.

He politely negotiates with you (AKA THREATENS you ). If you don't want to let the whole school know that you're a girl, go out with him.

Yu is baffled at first. But Azul promises that if you go out with him, (He stated "A chance to experience how dating is in the upper world, you can never miss a chance to learn something new right?") he will provide you with all needs such as fixing up the ramshackle dorm, puberty related merchandise, and so on. You reluctantly agreed.

Azul is not a bad boyfriend. Yes, he can be timid at times, he's shy! But he escorts you like a gentleman, give study advice for FREE!, and takes you out eating on Mostro Lounge, and so much more.

But you've come to realize that he is VERY possessive. I mean, from his schedule, you should've realized that sooner. He has the same demands for you, to be perfect in every way, and yet has the original YU. He is very good at giving punishment, and treating you so SICKENGLY sweet.

Take food for example. You are allowed to eat what Azul himself cooks or the menu he suggests. Eating other things?

Expect a good grip of his tentacles around you to choke out the BAD substance that might contaminate you.

Oh, not telling where you will be because you were too busy partying with the first years? Prepare yourself for a two day (or more) locking up of the hotel rooms in Mostro Lounge where absolute Hell begins.

Falling behind on your curriculums? Better prepare your ears because Azul can be HARSH when it comes to insulting you and making you feel like less than garbage. But these insults always come with a warm hug and patting on your head, and the final magic word.

"I'm doing this for you."

It's true that Azul doesn't have a good knowledge about dating in the upper world. But he truly believes he's doing this for you. By controlling every part of your life, in his mind, he is slowly becoming the only content that creates your life. Who needs others when you got only him? He can teach you everything, treat you like a princess, and punish you when you got out of line. He truly loves you. You were the light of his life.

Azul also HATES other people talking to you. Who gave them permission to talk to HIS little mermaid? When even one person talks to you, the person will see your neck covered in octopus tentacle marks. And let's just say that person will get a good payback from Azul.

He is already planning for the future by thinking about which building to buy for him and Yu. I mean, you've got nowhere to go, so might as well marry him! It's the one and only option right? He also daydreams about you becoming a mermaid, so both of you can live in his home under the sea. Just how dreamy your color of fin will be? Oh, how his fantasies just continue to grow. Oh, did I mention it's already been decided by Azul that you're ditching your legs for fins? Azul, a man full of surprises.

Oh, you insist on breaking up with him because he will graduate a year faster than you? No biggie! He already set up his supplies for you so you won't have to worry about after his graduation from NRC. And have you forgotten the contract between you and him? It may have been a marriage contract that have been written in the language you never learned... and Azul may have done a few stunts that builds your own certificate for family records but only active because you married with Azul. If you divorce him, you were left with no place to go.

Overall, Azul is a possessive yandere. If he falls in love, he will make sure you never go away from him. After all, like the Sea Witch he admires, he is very merciful. And if he can't rescue and protect one little mermaid, it would rub dirt on his name right? You are safe and sound as long as you're with him! As safe as being trapped in a cave by the name of love forever ...

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[quaissants]

FOUR ୨୧ CHOI BEOMGYU

cast. classmate! beomgyu x gn! mc ༝ pantone. fluff .. aouad au ༝ length. 967 ༝ cw(s). mention of zombie apocalypse & food .. gyu wears glasses

tfw. so i’ve been very inactive on this blog but there’s no way i’m missing this special day. (i took a prompt from nightprompts.. i think- and twisted it a bit.) for the second year in a row, happy birthday to my biggest supporter, to the one who never fails to defend and attack me, my bubba.. matty 💛

beomgyu used to dangle his feet over the deep end of life. he’d often think about jumping into it; surrendering himself to chance. but having control was safer, so he’d shuffle over to the shallow end.

‘i’ll do it some other time,’ he’d constantly promise to himself. a dumb decision, really; especially after almost losing it altogether. honestly, he shouldn’t be so hard on himself—how to survive a zombie outbreak isn’t included in any schools’ curriculum.

that’s why it shouldn’t come as much of a surprise that he has no idea what to do now. roaming the quarantine camp doesn’t sound appealing, especially not on an empty stomach..

come to think of it, maybe that’s what beomgyu should do. his assigned nurse did tell him that the mobile canteen’s serving lunchboxes. finding a place to demolish eat the overdue meal will be challenging, but he can tackle that matter afterwards.

for now, he must look for the treasure.

“excuse me- uh, hello- sorry-” falls out of beomgyu’s mouth frequently. he didn’t think that asking for help would be this hard, but when everyone is caught up in their own endeavors, he’s questioning his belief.

just when he’s about to try again, he hears someone calling his name. or maybe it’s his stomach begging him to hurry his search..

“hey, choi beomgyu!”

..okay that definitely wasn’t his tummy.

curious and confused, the bespectacled male turns around. to say his stomach twists and flips is an understatement (he swears it’s given up on functioning altogether) as you walk up to him, elegantly weaving between the passersby.

“for a second there, i really thought my mind was playing tricks on me.” you tell him, unaware that beomgyu’s is malfunctioning. “it’s nice to see you got out of the school too. of course, minus the scratches, but still, alive.”

this is supposed to be the part where beomgyu says something like yeah, same or i’m glad you’re okay too.. but the brunet is not sure if that’s going to happen. see, even with the bandages and the specks of exhaustion that remain in your bright eyes, he still believes you’re gorgeous.

and he knows that your mere presence is threatening his control over his heart’s erratic thrumming.

he must have wasted too much time daydreaming, for you bring up another topic, “oh, are those new glasses?”

“y-yeah, well.. you see, i lost the other one on the way here so i have to wear this oldie. it’s not the right prescription but i guess something similar’s better than nothing.” he chuckles awkwardly; a lopsided smile and pink dust dabbed on his cheeks to complement the look.

“that’s true.. does that mean you won’t need these anymore?”

he’s about to question your mysterious words when you pull out a familiar object from your coat pocket. thin, silver frame.. asymmetrical nose pads that almost never did their job..

there’s no way..

“i found them in the music room, figured i’d bring them along in case i bumped into you. the others said i shouldn’t be too optimistic but i didn’t listen. in fact, these glasses became my motivation so i made sure to take care of them.”

the last words are spoken so softly, as if they weren’t meant to be heard, but he did. maybe it’d be better if he didn’t, because now he’s willing to give up his heart to you. forget about self-control, he’ll do anything you tell him to.

(obviously everything outside of legal boundaries is not included.)

“can i..” at your nod, he removes his current pair to put on his old spectacles. it takes a minute and a few squints to adjust, but he’s certain of one thing: he missed his glasses. “thank you for looking after them, it feels so good to see clearly again.”

“don’t sweat it, they weren’t a problem-” you pause, only to lightly push the frame up the bridge of his nose. you’ve already done so much for him, that would have been enough for the lovestruck boy. but you just have to brush his bangs away from his eyes, right?

“alright, i’m gonna head back to my tent now. hopefully i’ll see you around!”

hopefully? beomgyu’s not about to let that amount to nothing more than a wistful thought.

“wait!” you stop and turn around so eagerly, were you expecting him to say something else? the flustered male’s not about to get caught up in that observation so he hastily asks, “i know we almost just died a few hours ago but i was wondering.. maybe- no, would you like to go have a late lunch with me?”

..maybe this wasn’t a good idea. judging by the contemplation dusted upon your visage, you’re thinking of a reason to reject his request. he won’t be surprised if you do—you’re one of the cool kids, while he’s a wallflower who’s only noticed when he says something funny—but a no would be enough-

“sure, i’d like that a lot.”

his whole body has shut down.

“wait wait.. hold on, did you just say yes?”

the laugh that the brunet never failed to hear whenever he made a joke falls from your lips again. this time, you got a radiant smile and echo of his earlier words to accompany it. “it’s about time you asked me out. then again, i guess now is better than never.”

and that’s how beomgyu ended up sharing a table and stories with you. of course it didn’t end in the canteen, how can it when he walked you to your tent—well, now yours and his. by the end of the day, beomgyu’s more than sure that he’s an absolute fool for you, but he doesn’t mind these newly realized feelings.

in fact, he’ll consider diving into possibilities more often.

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[jinxxangel13]

Ancient Enchantment

Chapter 4:

Thank you guys for being so patient! I know updates have been a little wonky, but I'm trying to balance out a few personal things. I'm at least going to be uploading every week, but it will just be whatever day I am available at the time. Thank you guys!

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Recap:

As Azara approached the boys, she heard the two of them laughing and joking.

“Look who decided to grace us with her presence.” Alistair crossed his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow, though his smile gave away his teasing.

She hummed, leaning against the stone next to the fireplace between the two boys.

“Nice of you to finally wake up, Atlas. Was worried you had overslept again.” She teased back.

Alistair's eyes widened at her, while the other boy burst into laughter and clapped her brother on the back.

“Definitely related with that sense of humor. I’m Sebastian Sallow, by the way. Welcome to Slytherin, best house if you ask me.”

“Thank you, Sebastian. I’m Azara Valentine.” She crossed her arms in front of her out of habit, eyes wandering over him.

Sebastian had deep brown eyes with some sort of golden shift in them, freckles adorning his cheeks, slightly textured curly brown hair that reached his ears, and a gently angled jawline. Very boyish, but in a more mature way. Charming.

“Not everyone has a ministry escort to school, you know.” Sebastian commented, looking her up and down in curiosity.

“He was a friend of Professor Fig’s who only joined us for the ride.” She looked away from him remorsefully, still trying to rid her mind of the images that plague it.

“Still, though- impressive. Dreadful way to go, poor fellow. Glad the two of you and Fig are alright though.” Sebastian was trying to cheer the both of you up after seeing the grim looks, and it worked for the most part. 

“It was dreadful, certainly-” Alistair started.

“But quite an experience, nonetheless.” Azara finished without missing a beat.

The twins exchanged a look, chuckling as they did it like second nature.

“What an interesting perspective the two of you have. Say, how did you guys manage to escape?” Sebastians head tilted as he leaned closer out of instinct, likely without thinking about it.

Azara and Alistair exchange glances, communicating without even saying anything, both trying to figure out how much they should or could say to their new friend.

“It’s all still kind of a blur, If i’m honest.” Azara scratched the back of her neck sheepishly.

Sebastian shook his head in apology. 

“I don't mean to press you, either of you. Promise. You both just get yourself settled, we can talk more later if you’d like.”

Alistair waved him off as Azara smiled.

She watched as Sebastian picked up the book he had in hand when she first walked in.

“What were you reading?” she asked softly, as if she wasn't sure if she was allowed to ask.

Sebastian turned the book over in his hand, a mischievous smile taking over his features momentarily.

“Just a spell book I picked up. It has a few interesting things, just not exactly what I was looking for. I’m sure the two of you will find out soon enough that not every spell you might need can be found in our assigned textbooks.”

This captured their attention more than before. Alistair perked up, standing straighter with the thought of learning something not in the curriculum.

“Are you saying that some spells aren't taught here?”

“And which ones?” Azara was also intrigued by the thought.

Sebastian smirked at the twins with a laugh. “Seems I may have met a couple of kindred spirits. But that is a conversation for another time. It was good meeting you, Azara, Alistair. Good luck today.”

The twins said their goodbyes before wandering around the common room together.

“I liked him. Seems like the kind of person you’d hang around, don't you think, Atlas?” Azara looked up at him for a moment before looking back around the room, eyes landing on a wizard's chess game being played back toward where Ominis still stood by the window.

#ominis gaunt x sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x ominis gaunt x reader #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts oc #eventual smut #eventual romance #ominis gaunt x reader #sebastian sallow x reader

[kimberlyannharts]

LAST TIME ON RANGER ACADEMY: Sage is fully committing to the high school life, even if there are some obstacles like bullies, hard classes, her friend's tragic backstory, and the discovery of the Chamber of Secrets.

But there's no time to dwell on that, because it's time for the Morphin Trial, where kids are dumped in a hostile landscape to be color-coded by some weird old alien cult. Sounds legit!

It's Ranger Academy #4!

Before we begin let's take another look at that Katie cameo. Sure she doesn't do anything but drive the bus and I still have no fucking idea how these cameos work when they're appearing in-person vs those inter dimensional tubes but it's at least nice to see her

ANYWAY. Time to drop some children off to die

= So some lore stuff established already is the Bandorian Monks reside on the planet "Chromia" specifically in the "Zeo Chamber" in "Prism Peak." It only opens for a limited amount of time once a year. From what I can remember none of this, except the Zeo Chamber I suppose, was in Eltarian War's established lore, but I guess that can be chalked up to Ranger Academy being its own thing. (And for what it's worth, the Zeo Crystal itself is not in the chamber.)

= yes yes guys we get it you want that video game/RPG adaptation

= This is so valid of Theo but unfortunately for him I know what happens to PR characters with his kind of jokey, charismatic personality

= So are they going to be the book's main romance or not. I'm calling upon protection spells against sisterzoning

= NO NONON ONONONONON NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DON'T DO THIS

= So.....okay. Here it is. Here's the line

So obviously there are colors missing from the Academy and at the very least Theo's dialogue is implying that's on purpose. Which makes me hopeful for my old "Camp Half-Blood" theory that this book will end with more color campuses being added. And obviously, Theo's source isn't telling the whole story or getting facts wrong.

But. Look.

Even if Lindy's dialogue is only saying that Green and Orange Rangers don't exist in the Academy rather than the universe as a whole, the entire concept of certain colors being forbidden or unknown is ridiculous when this is a school that fully encompasses itself in Ranger history. Sage mentioned in a previous issue learning about Jen and why their library is named after her, so their adventures must be part of the curriculum. Even if it isn't, their teachers are Ranger alumni. ONES THAT HAD GREEN RANGERS ON THEIR TEAMS. Their bus driver was KATIE! She can't talk about Trip, her best friend? Crueger never brings up how Green is the third-highest ranking ranger at SPD? I think this wouldn't even annoy me so much if they weren't equating Oranger Rangers (of which there have only been three official ones in the franchise, with others being so-so canon) to Green Rangers (of which there's only been. four seasons, I believe? where there was no Green at all). I know Power Rangers wants Green to be special but it just simply doesn't work because by definition, it isn't.

I think this would only work for me if a) we establish that the present of Ranger Academy is set either extremely far in the past or extremely far in the future, where Rangers either barely exist yet OR it's been so long that the canon we know has been shrouded in legend or b) we didn't have the alumni ranger cameos and we establish this school is completely cut off from the established canon we know. And the last one doesn't work because they clearly want the cameos to be one of the main gimmicks of the series. So idk. It's probably Ranger Academy's biggest headache for me

And just in general I don't know how "forbidden colors" work when the students' color is just chosen based on what the Monks see inside them. It should be unique to them, not based on a criteria that can pick and choose or throw out different options.

ANYWAY. The trio finds Kartyr and Maev and, unsurprisingly, these children are about to die

= what's with Green Rangers having to rescue their rivals that suffer broken ankles. Oops, spoilers

= Sage has only been part of this school for a few months and she's already indoctrinated into their religion

= Kartyr is such a hater for no reason. You should be connecting with your green-haired brethren

= Also I just realized that Kartyr is most likely a Xybrian yet he doesn't follow the naming motif that Trip and the Supersonic Rangers did. I won't hold it against the author as the Supersonic Ranger origin story is pretty obscure but still, it's funny to me.

Though wait if he's a Xybrian shouldn't he know about Trip and how he's a Green R [I am yanked offstage via a giant hook]

= Okay guys I get we're using MMPR theming but are really trying to say Pink Rangers are good pilots? Because what, Kim had flying zords? That's getting a little ridiculous. What's next, Pink Rangers are all amazing archers?

= Maev becoming Yellow was a little surprising since Mathis is already a major character who's yellow, but at the same time I'm really not sure.....what the guidelines are to what color each person becomes. It feels kind of arbitrary at this point tbh. Though maybe it's just because I don't really know Maev as a character yet compared to Theo, who fits the Black Ranger archetype like a glove

and speaking of which

= Lindy not being able to morph genuinely pissed me off like. Again. What are the guidelines here. What about Lindy isn't ranger-worthy. Can I just call the Bandorian Monks racist for denying a Black girl the chance to morph because I think I'll just do that

= SHAME SHAME SHAME SHE HAS THE MARK OF THE DEVIL (her novelty lightning bolt coin turned green, a color that has never existed before this)

#mmpr comic #text #comic recap #RA 4

[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

re: your posts about the SATs and teaching “passion” - admittedly my perspective is very different (i’m australian and in early childhood education, so only kids 0-5), but at least here developing passions for literacy and positive dispositions for and Enjoyment of learning in general are seen as essential building blocks for getting children engaged in life long learning. not just tangentially, it’s in our national curriculum. if you get kids interested they’ll want to continue to learn, basically. is that something you think becomes less relevant as they age/enter the k-12 system? i’m sorry if this sounds rude, i’m genuinely curious and my expertise doesn’t extend that far

it doesn't sound rude! & i don't know that i would consider myself as having "expertise" in this domain, lol. but basically - i mean, real early childhood, i can't speak to at all except like, yeah, don't teach 4 year olds to read, that seems counterproductive based on the research about what kinds of longterm effects preschool can actually have, for example. (i don't have a firm opinion on the right age to start teaching kids to read and it's something i wish there were more research on, since it varies to some degree by country.)

but generally, the mentality you describe is also very common among teachers in the US, and was a major part of the kind of content i encountered both in my coursework for my master's degree (childhood education, grades 1-6 here - ages 6-12 or so, depending on school/district cut-off dates) and in professional circles when i was teaching. and what i have come to think based on my own professional experiences in the classroom & now as a tutor is that, from pretty early on, it's missing a crucial piece, which is that it sucks to do something you are bad at that is hard, and no amount of a generalized "love of learning" is going to make up for that.

to illustrate a bit with reading, since it is arguably the most important thing that happens in schools and definitely the one where i've thought about this the most: a very popular literacy model in the states has as a major focus, from first grade or even kindergarten onwards, kids spending time doing daily independent reading with books of their choosing. the idea is, they're getting reading practice, and they're also developing their love of reading by reading things they are interested in, selecting their own books, making their own goals, etc. it sounds really nice. it feels really nice, to be honest, in a classroom, if you are just seeing a bunch of kids with their noses in books they chose. and it is pretty nice.... for the kids who are good at reading. for the kids who are not natural readers, it amounts to 10-30 minutes a day (or more!) passing their eyes over text they don't understand. and what i saw when i was working in private elementary schools was that teachers would say, independent reading is so important to how they learn, kids learn to read by reading (this is not true) - and then for all the kids that wasn't true of, well: they have some attention issues, maybe there's some processing stuff going on, they need more support, they need to meet with the literacy specialist, we should recommend tutoring.... etc. it was pure confirmation bias: this works for all the kids it's working for, ergo, it works. the kids it doesn't work for? well, that must be because there's something wrong with them. (and, i mean, sure, sometimes. but... not always!)

the reality is: it simply doesn't matter how curious, how interested, how passionate, how enthusiastic you are as a reader or a learner. you can't get much out of a book if you cannot (1) accurately and automatically decode the words on the page (2) parse the meanings of those sentences those words combine to make. i have actually met kids - this is fascinating to me - who are self-professed reading lovers, who talked about how much they loved books, and who were absolutely fucking lost as readers. you ask them about what they read, and it's as if they sort of picked up a collection of words and phrases from the page and have been filling in their own story as they make their way through the text, WILDLY disconnected from what the book actually says. you ask them basic factual questions about something they literally just read, and they can't answer. and like, they love reading! they read all the time! but they're not actually "reading" the way we think of reading as adults who are proficient readers. they are, in my best hypothesis, making word noises in their heads and making up a movie to go along with them.

and then there are the ones who don't love reading - the ones who may or may not be more aware of their own deficiencies as readers, but who are definitely not engaging in the fake-reading game of make-believe as the kids described above are. reading time comes and they need to go to the bathroom, they need water, they need a tissue, they get told they're not allowed to stand up anymore so they try to pretend to read kind of and zone out and stare into space. the Build A Love Of Reading Crowd looks at those kids and says: how can we engage them? what topics are they interested in? what kind of books might they like? have they tried graphic novels? [sorry to the tattooed children's librarians of the world btw but: graphic novels aren't reading. they're great! a wonderful art form! worth being celebrated! but they are not "supportive" for struggling readers, they are a more pleasant way to spend time than looking at books full of words they don't know and zero pictures, and also an easier thing to convince teachers they have understood without actually necessarily having understood any of the words on the page. they have no place during classroom time specifically intended to increase children's proficiency with comprehending text.] but there is no book in the world interesting enough to be fun to read if you CAN'T FUCKING READ IT. those kids don't dislike reading because they haven't Found The Right Book, or because they don't Love Learning enough. they dislike reading for the same reason i don't go around watching japanese movies without subtitles: it defeats the purpose of engaging with a story if you have no idea what the fuck is going on! and these kids are not going to get better by Not Reading any more than i am going to become fluent in japanese watching unsubtitled japanese films. like... they are not. i am frankly too lazy to look up citations on this but this is as far as i can tell as known as anything in education is.

this applies elsewhere, too, IMO. at the last school i worked at the math specialist thought i was overreacting when i told her i was stressed about my third graders' addition & subtraction skills, because she was very big on Passion For Math, and i said something like, but i feel like actually it's hard to develop a passion for math when you're constantly doing things the very onerous way because you haven't had time dedicated to building your fluency with those skills, and also in addition to things being onerous, which is not fun and which means you are missing out of the satisfaction of efficiency that is what math nerds get off on, you don't even reliably get the satisfaction of working hard at a problem and finding the answer, because your methods are so cumbersome and your number sense is so weak that you are constantly making calculation errors, so you are actually usually wrong. and she was basically like, "i think you're projecting." but like, a couple months and 6 billion math games / context-based explorations / number talks / gallery walks / blah blah blah progressive math ideal activities later... the kids who sucked at basic arithmetic still sucked at basic arithmetic, were not creative problem solvers, AND ALSO they fucking hated math. because math is NOT FUN if your mental math map has not developed to the point where you can really see the connections happening in the things that you are doing. (lmao. one time one of my math strugglers was doing really well on multiplication and i said something about how she'd been working hard because she could get really down on herself - because doing something you suck at all the time without being given the tools & experiences it would take for you to get better at it can be psychologically draining - and she very frustratedly was like "well i MEMORIZED my multiplication facts because none of the other strategies worked for me!" [because it's fucking hard to deploy non-memorization-based multiplication strategies if you cannot reliably add a single digit number to a two-digit number - something else the math specialist told me was just my assumptions and not actually true. this woman got paid so much more than i did to be so fucking dumb.] iconic of her in retrospect.)

anyway. i could rant about this quite literally for hours and frequently have. but basically i think that emphasizing a love of learning has things backwards. if i were to sum up my stance concisely (lmao), it would be: you don't enjoy learning stuff because you Love Learning. you fall in love with stuff because you learn it. and, also, sometimes stuff is fucking boring but you should still probably learn it. i hated every fucking second i spent in tenth grade chemistry, but i think it's probably good that i like, know what an atom is, and how chemical bonds work, not well enough to talk about them meaningfully but well enough that if i'm reading something where suddenly they're relevant i'm like "oh yeah, that." and, also-also, i really think adults (teachers and also parents) often misdiagnose as "boredom" due to lack of interest what is actually a squirrelly inarticulate resistance to doing something that is hard.

oh and okay one more thing which is that - speaking as a first grade teacher, teaching the basics is fucking hard, and learning the basics, for many students, is fucking hard. i really think a lot of teachers who love to Inspire on some level think that the basics are somehow beneath them or their kids - you see this disdain for like, basic factual comprehension, this emphasis (including in like third grade) on rushing kids to get to these Big Deep Ideas. and what happens is that they just literally don't stop to check that the basics are actually happening for everyone. at the last school i worked at we sometimes hired this outside literacy consultant to do professional development with us who had like cowritten a book on reading strategies and whatever. and one time [i was not there for this but heard the story from a reliable witness] she modeled for the third grade team a little mini-conference with a student during independent reading where she asked the kid about the book she was reading and they had a convo about it and set some goals and whatever. and then she sent the kid away and started debriefing with the teachers, identifying all the Great Strategies she had been using and the how she'd been attending to character and setting and plot and blah blah blah. and then the in-school literacy specialist, who had actually read the book the kid was reading, had to be like, "so i've actually read this book, and the kid has no idea what's going on." and, like, if she hadn't done this, this self-styled expert, who is charging i can't even imagine how much to go do this shit all the time in schools, would literally have had no idea that all the stuff she praised the kid for was MADE UP AND FAKE AND INACCURATE AND WRONG. like she just literally would not have known that the stuff she said was good actually was bad. because, like, what does she care? she's not here to merely get kids to "understand" the "literal words" on the "actual page." she wants them to have Agency and set their own Goals and Self-Assess and Trace The Arc Of A Character and blah blah blah. and like the number one reason above all that now when i see that kind of shit my immediate reaction is BARF!!! - is that i have consistently seen teachers convince themselves it matters to the exclusion of, like, doing stuff that would actually teach kids how to literally read the words and understand the sentences in front of them. like they think they are doing such a good job because the kids love reading and they love talking about books and they are so excited. and the kids are not learning to read. and that sucks because reading is great and i do think everyone should learn how to read, and not be stuck with a movie where the sound keeps cutting out.

i am as i said too lazy to look for sources but if you want some more stuff relevant to this topic: this new yorker article i linked fucking owns, this series by emily hanford (which very obviously informs the new yorker article) gets into some more of the nitty gritty regarding what we know about how reading actually happens, and timothy shanahan's blog is a great resource for anyone interested in pedagogy stuff and was like almost singlehandedly responsible for the beginning of my crisis of conscience because of one of is posts about how independent reading is a waste of time, which is like the SPICIEST fucking take in ed world and i spent like weeks having a nervous breakdown about it because it was so shocking and so contrary to everything i had ever learned but he was also like, obviously correct.

#askbox

[princess-josephina]

Thinking about how Eddie taught himself Master of Puppets in under 18 days and the resulting headcanon is this: Eddie absolutely hyperfixates on his interests.

I imagine him getting his hands on that Metallica album as soon as it is available in Hawkins, scratch that, he definitely drove to Indianapolis to buy it. Master of Puppets captivates him completely. He needs to be able to play it. The next week goes by in a blur. He eats once a day and only because Wayne's cooked something and practically forced the food down his throat. He sleeps a little, but keeps jumping out of bed and grabbing his guitar throughout the night because somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, his brain finally understood how that particular solo bit is played. He's maybe showered once and been to school twice that week, walkman playing Master of Puppets on repeat during breaks, his mind replaying the song in class as his fingers move over imaginary bars. His friends let him be, knowing it's no use trying to get him out of that bubble when he gets like this. (They do remind him they have D&D next week, and he will absolutely make time for that; unlike school, the Cult of Vecna is actually important. Besides, he's gotten most parts of the song down by week two. He can afford some distractions.)

He's probably like that with everything. He frantically writes D&D campaigns overnight, oversleeping and missing morning classes because he just has to get all of these ideas on paper before they escape him. If he's into a book, he's gone to the world until he's read it cover-to-cover, and then re-read it to highlight and memorize some of his favorite quotes. But those are never the books from the school curriculum - most of that shit is boring. Oh, is it currently Math class? Who cares, Eddie's too busy sketching things that won't leave his brain alone, be it Hellfire T-shirt designs, or a new Corroded Coffin logo, or D&D character concepts, or the absolutely metal tattoo he's getting next time he goes to Indianapolis.

No wonder he's failing school and repeating senior year twice. Eddie's not dumb, far from it. He just can't be bothered to do homework and attend school regularly and pay attention in class when there's so much more fascinating stuff to be done.

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie headcanons #eddie meta #I've seen some autistic!Eddie headcanons #I'm not a psychiatrist and definitely not fit to diagnose a fictional character #but it kinda fits even if you just look at canon facts #that song is one of the most difficult to play and he mastered it in a little over 2 weeks??? that's some crazy commitment #you can't do that unless you spend every waking moment on the task #I will forever stan Eddie being way smarter than people give him credit for

[greyeyedmonster-18]

Popping in as a super-duper anonymous anon for this one because internships as part of education are just so complicated. I fully, completely understand where that anon is coming from and I can’t say I disagree.

But also, it’s so much harder than that.

I’m a pharmacist. The last year of schooling for a PharmD degree (what most US pharmacists under age…50 or so will have outside of a research setting) is 45 weeks of practical rotations.

I learned a shit-ton in those 45 weeks, and they were absolutely necessary for my education.

They also cost me $20k at my low-rent state school, and I’m pretty sure I wasn’t even allowed to work? Like, my university actively discouraged (forbade?) us from doing so because we were required to work 40 hour weeks for our internships.

So instead, I went twenty (additional) grand into debt and my newlywed husband and I signed up for a credit card that had zero percent interest for the first year so that we could just pay the minimum and carry the debt until I started my adult job. I have no idea how other people without fully employed partners made it through that year. They probably worked anyway, or else took out some hefty personal loans to live on. I definitely cried on my way to work more than once knowing how broke I was, though.

i'm just going to leave this here.

but also, i just want to say how much of a systemic issue this is?? and its a much much bigger conversation than just "i wish people with degrees also had experience working at some point!"

because SAME. but fields like medicine, law, education actively DISCOURAGE students from working while attending school, especially in higher ed by making their workloads and courseloads a certain way. and its largely because of who they want in higher ed and who they don't. There is a REASON academia and higher ed (I'm looking at YOU med-school) is made so rigorous and its to prevent certain folk from obtaining higher degrees. You can @ me all you want about this, but like...I'm not wrong.

so when your company is hiring people who have x amount of degrees instead of people with experience...we can think about that too, yeah?

however, i WILL say i think the education system IS responsible for:

creating sustainable curriculum that promotes diversity amongst grad students and is student centered (not university-centered)

creating policies within universities that also support this (i am looking at you, punitive attendance policies that literally drop students if they miss two classes for "inexcusable reasons". guess what isn't excused? having to work a shift at a job.)

diversifying their course material and implementing experiential and interactive methods of teaching IN the classroom that can provide students opportunities to experiment and learn and reflect on.

#asks #grey answers #ask me anything hour

[slowpoke272]

“the remains of the day” by kazuo ishiguro

finished: july 21, 2023

what a breath of fresh air this was. this feels like a deep cut novel in that i never heard about it during my academic years, but now as i lightweight peck around the internet for legendary fiction suggestions, this novel kept coming up. my mind was blown when i realized yesterday that i was already familiar with a kazuo ishiguro story in “never let me go.” having only seen the film adaptation of that novel, obviously that novel is definitely in my queue along with several other works by ishiguro.

not gonna lie, the prologue for this novel had me bored. for a prologue, i just had no idea where this was going, who dude was, or what his motives or desires were. as his main story progresses, it’s mostly a story of flashbacks leading to a “present” journey of only six days, but we learn so much in that time that it changes everything by the end. so when i first started getting into it, i was like, okay so this is a book about servitude. mad respect for this perspective which feels still very relevant to present day. right away you could tell there was something deeper going on with miss kenton, but their banter and dedication to their roles was fun to follow. i feel like i have a newfound respect for butlers, housekeepers, maids, etc.

by the time the part with mr. stevens, sr. happened (if you know, you know) i was hooked. ishiguro has a way with words which allows us to seamlessly flow through a journey with one specific character but somehow i felt like i had a good glimpse of the entire goings on in the residence. quite a masterful storyteller, and while i had the end spoiled for me a bit, i didn’t know where it was going and having it “spoiled” is a bit of a misnomer as nothing was ruined in knowing the two facts revealed at the end of the story.

i’m not familiar with the current fiction curriculum for high schoolers, but this seems like it would make a wonderful addition and could be appreciated at any age. there is also a tiny bit of history and politics here and there, but it’s nothing nauseating and is handled as respectfully as the narrator tends to his role... which you learn very quickly is, like, super hardcore, dude.

can’t wait to read more from kazuo ishiguro and see what other worlds he’s peered into.

rating: 8/10 thought it was worth at least reading once for avid readers; the story will stick with me for quite some time

#the remains of the day #kazuo ishiguro

[cinnamonzen]

I'm sorry for thinking i'm superior to someone with their head up herman melville's ass for defending genre fiction like Sarah Paretsky since I was able.

I don't know @upward or the op of that post, but I'm glad she got to share that she was brainwashed, snobby misogynist at some point and (presumably) is better about it now, but she also says in her post that it's good thing students today don't have to take any intersectional women's right classes along with writing at her uni, so I' assuming she's still an internalised misogynistic douche (seriously, reading her reply, I thought she was a chauvinistic guy)

Interesting take, considering that's the opposite of what she said concerning Melville (owning up to having a poorer attitude many years ago which was immediately called out by the professor which she was thankful for) and also defending genre fiction (there was a whole bit about thrillers on her shelf), and saying that it was a very good thing that the English Department & Women's Studies were far more intersecting today than when she took those classes (honestly, I understood that from the initial response, and she clarified in response to another anon ask).

Not sure where the first part of you feeling attacked for defending genre fiction comes into relevance with regards to her response though, particularly since you claim not to be the OP (or even know them). Unless you didn't read all the way through her response past the initial experience she had to where she is also defending genre fiction of all kinds? Which was kind of a big point of her response? (Not that she claimed OP was dunking on genre fiction, but that it's a similar kind of gatekeeping, read between the lines, of "oh you found this trendy, generic-covered book" as compared to "oh you just like to read that formulaic fantasy stuff," for example.)

If it helps, the tl;dr of her response was: Don't judge people for reading what they enjoy, regardless of what that is and what you personally think of it.

Edit: there might be a misunderstanding with the phrasing here that is where you might have gotten mad/a bad impression:

This is basically saying, "I didn't think it was possible then; it definitely isn't possible now, which I believe is good," meaning it's more integrated into the required English major curriculum. It's a bit of an inferential phrasing, which I can understand if someone is skimming or read too quickly, or was distracted or something while reading might have missed picking up on. Hope this helps clarify for any other anons who missed it!

#hey upward a wayward anon got lost in my woods over here

[celiaelise]

Did anyone else's k-12 education make a suspiciously rigid delineation between polytheism and monotheism? Like, every time they taught us about a religion, they made sure to frame it from that lens. I specifically remember having to sort religions into two little columns.

(*disclaimer for whatever I say next: I was always very bad at history classes, so I could definitely be misquoting or misunderstanding things. Also I know it's bad form to group together "Abrahamic" religions, but I was being taught a Christian-centric curriculum, and that's how it was presented to us.)

At some point I remember in history being taught about a predecessor to Christianity/Abrahamic faiths, and they were like, "this was ALMOST the first version of these religions as we know them today, except that it was VERY DIFFERENT because it had TWO gods." And then they told us about the two gods, and it was literally just "benevolent God" and the Devil. And I was like, how is that any different?

Like, if I'm giving them the benefit of the doubt, I might assume that they just found the polytheistic/monotheistic distinction to be the most straightforward way to present this information to children, but I think it's much more likely that there are colonialist interests at play here. I think it definitely serves those interests to present "polytheistic" religions as "other".

Maybe it's just cause I'm Catholic and used to saints, who already get us accused of practicing polytheism by other Christian denominations, but it just doesn't seem like that big of a difference to me!! There are even lots of passages in the Bible that refer to other communities' gods as if they do exist, and are lesser than the Christian God. And I only ever remember scripture about "one true God" saying not to worship any other god, but not that they didn't exist. Plus there's the whole Holy Trinity thing. Like, "yes there're three of us but we are Definitely just ONE deity."

I also remember reading the Odyssey, and being struck by the way the pantheon was often referred to as a singular "god". (Similar to how one might shorten "mankind" to "man".) And I was like, "this sounds exactly like the way God is referred to in the Bible; who's to say parts of the Bible aren't ever referring to multiple entities?" This could've just been a thing with the grammar of the specific translation I was reading, and of course I've never read any of the Bible in its original languages, but I still think it's interesting to consider.

I'm probably missing a lot of cultural and historical context and putting my foot in my mouth or something; I've never actually studied any of these topics in a serious academic way. But I find religion very beautiful and fascinating, and I think it's a little silly to focus on a single difference between faiths and practices, instead of the much more interesting similarities.

Also I just really wish we got taught more context for what religion actually was hundreds and thousands of years ago, because from what I understand it often played a completely different role in societies than it does today. For example, I remember reading that religious leaders were often also the source for things like the performing arts, including dance and comedy. And all our guys (Christians) do nowadays is stand up there and talk a lot while everyone tries not to fall asleep.

#monotheism #polytheism #Christianity #Catholicism #colonialism #religion #theology #by elise

[scitechstudy]

How to Choose the Right Coaching Institute for Your IIT-JAM Preparation

Getting the right guidance & selecting the right coaching institute for cracking IIT JAM is a vital factor, as planning & preparations under experienced guidance will help to achieve the target. With so many options available, you might feel confused, which one to choose.

 Settle down and be calm. In this blog we will help you how to select the best coaching institute for IIT JAM preparation.

 You need to consider a few factors before joining the best coaching institute for IIT JAM preparation.

 1. Check for Demo Videos or Demo Classes:

 Demo videos & Demo classes of IIT JAM will provide you clarity and insights of the teaching methodologies of the faculties in the course.

So one should definitely not miss the opportunity to watch the demo videos before finalizing the course.

 2. Faculties:

 An experienced team of faculties will not only guide you through the IIT JAM Preparation, but will also help you to shape up your career.

 Experienced faculties easily understand the problems of the students they face and provide quick solutions, whereas new faculty doesn't have much experience to guide the students in a right way. Talking to ex-students & seniors will also help you out to check the following points regarding faculties:

  1. Teaching Methodology

2.  Attitude of the faculties towards the learning process of the students

3. Pace of Teaching

4. Understanding the trends of questions in IIT JAM 

 3. Materials & other resources: 

 Apart from the videos or classes, other resources such as practice workbooks could be an advantage, make sure you get all the information and details regarding these aspects before joining the institute.

 4. Curriculum:

 Just completing of the  syllabus is not sufficient, but it  should be planned in such a way that there is a lot of time left for revisions at the end,  hence, course duration is a key factor.

 Make sure duration of course is balanced; it should neither be less than it sounds like a crash course, missing some important topics, nor it should be very large that you don't have enough time to cover all the parts.   

 5. Syllabus

 Make sure that the institute or courses cover the entire updated IIT JAM Exam Syllabus, as it tends to change every year.

 6. Doubts & Discussions:

 Doubts are a part of learning process and will surely arise if you study & practice. Learning & practicing is necessary but not sufficient, you need to analyse the mistakes and get the doubts cleared through subject expertise.

 Hence, check out the facilities & the platform that an institute provides to clarify and discuss the doubts

 7. Credibility:

 An institute’s credibility tells everything, whether it is about their expert's in the field, teaching methodologies, results.

 Students can research about the credibility with their ex-students, checking out testimonials on social platforms

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[sosatreynagpur-blog]

How important is Nursery education for children?

Home schooling is a common option in abroad but not so in India and definitely not in Nagpur. It requires incomparable dedication and sincerity on part of the parent. Not that the parents lack it but honestly are not prepared for it.

But post pandemic many parents are exploring this option. You really need to know the curriculum, method and techniques of teaching and be aware of the board from which you are deriving the curriculum.

Having said that the easier option is school. Admit your ward to school and let the school do the teaching. But with the lock down lasting for two academic sessions for classes below Std. V it is difficult to assure how the education process worked on children.

Though the teachers and schools have put in more than 100% to achieve their teaching targets but how well students have responded to online classes is not complementary. Teachers by now have become well aware of how to make their lessons interesting online but if the student is not attending the class, what use of this.

It is expected of the parents to keep a watch on the child while classes are going on but parents if working cannot do this besides there is enough being done by them, like, providing a gadget, assign a study area, make internet available and functional all through the classes, make sure that the child is attending the class and doing all the homework and submitting all assignments, etc, etc.

Childhood is all about mischief, fun and play so we cannot expect them children to be 100% sincere.

This gap between teaching and learning cannot be filled unless parents start taking extra efforts cause the children today are not just missing the academic portion that they were supposed to complete by a particular age group but also social skills that invariably develop in school.

Having missed on academic can be fulfilled in a course of time but the social skills that they miss today will affect all areas of national development. All professional and personal skills get affected by the lack of social skills. It is believed that the age group up to six years are most active learning years of life and hence kindergarten education

is given so much importance. Sadly parents are unaware and are simply overlooking the fact of their child missing kindergarten. Through this answer I wish to make parents aware of what their child is missing and start taking schooling seriously.

#preschool in nagpur #nusery schools in nagpur #kindergarten in nagpur #play schools in nagpur #best preschool in nagpur #top 10 preschool in nagpur