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snailsandpuppy-dogtails · 2 months

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Spelling and vocab test, 'declare'. "I hope in the movie the superhero will declare his love for the villan."

#enemies to lovers #personal #spelling test #villains and heros #the spark in my work day

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kennythecatgirl · 7 months

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My nephew's spelling word list 🤣 all I can say is, good luck, buddy. I'm an adult and fuck up on homophones

#school #spelling test

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assandanattitude · 2 years

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Any other Certified Smart Kids™ just realize they got treated as an extra teacher? Like why the fuck was I giving the other 9 year olds the spelling tests

#certified smart kid #oh shit this explains so much #like who the fuck decided it was my job to practice reading with raquelle #spelling test #teacher in training

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professorgtnt · 7 months

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美國常常舉辦一種拼字比賽，大人小孩都可參加。

有一次在電視台舉行全國小學生的拼字比賽。到了最後剩下兩個小孩，其中一個是從加州來的，父母是中南美洲的人，所以他講起話來有一點口音。拼到最後一個字，評審就問這個從加州來的小孩說：「你拼的那個字我聽不清楚，你中間有一個字拼的是A還是E？A是錯的，B才是對的，如果你對了，冠軍就是你的。」那個小孩站起來說：

「很對不起，我拼的是錯的。」然後就坐下去，當然冠軍就給了另外一個小孩。但是第二天所有的報紙都刊登：一個小孩為了誠實丟掉了5萬塊美金的獎金。他認為他的誠實比這5萬塊美金還要值錢；卻沒有人知道那次比賽的冠軍是誰！弟兄姊妹，誠實是你生命中間的至寶。

#honesty #spelling test #children

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foocus · 1 year

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Spell Prep and Make Sentences Level 2 workbook | Test prep spelling workbook

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#english words #test preparation #spelling test #education #study #created by Moumita Majumdar

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bottombaron · 8 months

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So, I'm going to either make this joke more or less funny by explaining it, Colin Robinson-style:

Nandor isn't being an idiot by misspelling 'knowledge', he's spelling it phonetically.

Why? Well, it's probably not just that English is a horrendous abomination sent by god to punish us and an even worse trail for English learners either, but Persain is a (mostly) phonetic language!

This means each letter has a corresponding sound and words are phonetic in spelling (again, for the most part), unlike 'knowledge' in English where there are like...at least three?? unnecessary extra letters.

So, what's the phonetic spelling of 'knowledge' look like?

nolij

#wwdits #what we do in the shadows #nandor #nandor the relentless #wwdits spoilers #and if you're like but he reads! id be like yeah i was the best k-12 reader in my county 3 years running #and i still flunked every spelling test i ever had #because the english language is a terrible terrible language i wish it never cursed us bleh #anyways Nandor is a big dumb dumb who is actually well-read and i love that abt him #my perfect himbo #(i mean he still wrote it with an 'e' instead of an 'i' but thats probably because he pronpunces it with a strong 'eh' sound)#(*pronounces)#(fUCK)

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citricacidprince · 2 years

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Y'all need to be fucking nicer to men/masc queers

I was talking to an old friend/short lived boyfriend from highschool and the topic of sexualities came up. He identified as bisexual throughout highschool but told me that recently he doesn't know what he was and just preferred to remain 'unlabeled' until he figured it out. I told him to his face "thats valid man and being unlabeled doesn't make you any less queer than when you were labeled"

God you should've seen his fucking face, he looked so happy and also like he was about to goddamn cry. He told me that no one ever told him that. That he tried to join queer spaces but they said he didn't fit in cause he wasn't 'gay' enough. Told me that I was the first person to ever confidently tell him he was queer and that he didn't need to change himself to 'fit in'.

I gave my friend one of my mini pride flags I had lying around and the dopey grin he had on his face while waving that thing around for the rest of the night made me smile too. When he finally went home he thanked me for the flag and for reassuring him when he felt insecure for 'not being gay enough'.

I want y'all to know that whole time he telling me about people not accepting him for "not looking queer" made me fucking pissed. Oh, because he's not petite, feminine, and white he can't be queer? Because he doesn't look like a fashionable and conventionally pretty gay on you'd find on your TikTok homepage he can't be queer?

THIS ISN'T EVEN THE FIRST TIME I'VE HAD THIS CONVERSATION WITH A FRIEND BEFORE

In highschool I had ANOTHER friend who had this same problem but in a different font. He liked cute things, he liked flowing fabrics and skirts, he even liked being called princess! But because he was fat and not conventionally attractive he felt like he couldn't be queer. Because from what he saw, queer people don't look like him.

If you're one of those people who would gatekeep ANYONE who doesn't fit into your Pinterest board ideal version of queer from the LGBTQ+ community, you can fuck right off because anyone who would just shut of someone out of our community for something so petty and dumb and ignorant doesn't deserve the keys to the fucking door in the first place.

Start treating people who don't fit into your saturated and commercialized view of queer with more respect and kindness before I start biting off your fucking arms

#i made this at like 7am cause i was in am anger spiral so theres probably spelling errors but i cant be bothered to check them #this has been nawing at my brain for days now and i dont get it one paper its gonna kill me #im not gonna tag this with 'que slur' or whatever you guys are tagging it now cause its not a slur stop treating it like its one #its an umbrella term for the whole gay community and i will smack you witb a broom of all you take from this is 'oh you said a slur 😶'#i will attacka and killa you dont test me #im not normally this violent i swear; i just get violent when people start upsetting my friends #lgbt #lgbtq+#lgbtq positivity #masc enby #masculine enby #masc nonbinary #queer #queer representation #queer community #tw cursing #tw swearing #tw arguing #tw aggressive #prince rambles in this chilies tonight #lgbtqia #nonbinary #non bianry #enby #amab nonbinary #amab enby #prince's gold star posts

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 1 year

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Danny, after losing his home in Amity Park, begins to travel not only the world but different dimensions. He doesn't really want to be tracked down so he starts using aliases made by combining the first and last names of the people he was made from and sometimes he even used the name he had chosen when he escaped the labs.

His favorite name was Danny Drake, cause not only did it have a nice ring to it but it also made him feel like he belonged somewhere. He after wondered if they would love him if they knew of him. Maybe he would know if he had more than just tiny shards of thier memories. He had enough to know thier names and a few of thier likes and dislikes, but not enough to know if they would turn him in to the government or not.

Not really a risk worth taking.

Anyway, it was in a new world that felt weirdly nostalgic that Danny made a terrible mistake. Danny had dressed appropriately by buying clothes the desert locals were selling and was getting ready to head out into the desert when the camel rental guy asked for his name.

"Danyal Al Ghul." The man gave him a look of horror as his pen fell from his hands. Dannys smile similarly dropped, his confusion growing as this man dropped to the ground. Danny didn't know what his Al Ghul dad did to be so feared but he wasn't sticking around to find out.

On impulse he ran into the nearest tent and turned invisible before going ghost and getting out of there. He could probably fly out of the desert quick enough for it not to really matter that he was under prepaired. Probably.

In the mean time an assassin reported to the demons head about some child using the Al Ghul name. Needless to say one of the fancy ninjas managed to destroy Danny's portal gun and he's now stranded in this dimension. Uh oh.

#dp x dc #fanfiction prompts #prompts #danny phantom #danny fenton #batman #ras al ghul #league of assassins #prodject r au #god i love this au #bonus points if the bats dont find out anytime soon #danny is gonna be dodging so many assassins #ras is gonna be so shocked if he gets the kid dna tested #the league of assassins is being forced to play where in the world is danny san diego #i think i spelled that right...

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cyborg-squid · 10 days

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The foolish claim that Canto 6 does not have many direct references to Wuthering Heights.

Those among the wise recognize that the true similarities lie not in things like superficial plot or progression, but the depths of themes flowing beneath.

Nelly and Catherine, in this Canto, have read Wuthering Heights with that mirror, see the similarities, and then seek to leave it, to leave the cycle, through their actions bringing Erlking Heathcliff, the closest to 'book' Heathcliff, into this story, and ending up perpetuating the story, the story of Wuthering Heights. By seeking to escape the narrative, they have become one with it, Cathy literally becoming part of the titular Wuthering Heights (mansion), Nelly and the Butlers being bound by contract to the land. As they struggle against their binds, they become further bound and entangled, drawing all the others in.

What is the message here, then? It is hard to tell. Heathcliff is still bound and cannot, or does not, fully escape, because, as we see from the Erlkonig, that method of escape is not one at all and leads to further suffering. But there is still a defiance of fate, if not to change the cycle, then to rewrite it within its bounds. To pick up the metaphorical pen, and to see that the fault lies not with specifically Heathcliff, or Catherine, or the love and feelings that lies between them, but with their actions, and while the past cannot be changed, it can be reflected on and changed moving forward. Heathcliff can live, and he will not be the same as he was in the past, because of his love for Catherine and for others. That said actions, when you look into the book and the Mirror World, can give birth to the happiness of Hareton Earnshaw and Catherine Linton.

Heathcliff, our Heathcliff, will continue to search for Cathy, not solely for his own happiness, but for hers as well, that they might be together once more, free from the Heights, or even that they might be happy separately, separately but alive and existing.

#limbus company #this Canto. was so good.#and this post. tested how many times i could spell 'seperately' incorrectly.#my posts #i'll admit im unsure of the whole accuracy of this. but it is what i *feel*#wuthering heights

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ode-to-fury · 28 days

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“He loved her to the point of invention” but Gale enchanting little items for Tav like a brush that detangles all of their hair really easily or a cloak that keeps them perfectly warm or a new type of sending spell that lets him send them longer messages-

#edit: everyone saying karlachs kinetic cleaver you are so correct #leave me alone i need to go sit in a corner for a while #like just little thinngs he does while he’s watching students take a test #or waiting for one of the apprentices to finish transcribing a spell #ughuugghhh #bg3 #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #wildweave

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honeylikewords · 1 year

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cubs. (jack russell)

halloween brings all the little monsters out. aka, jack gets baby fever.

(warnings: mentions of pregnancy, planning for children, allusions to sex, descriptions of physical intimacy and making out, and jack smelling his wife, if that counts. nothing technically fully n/s/f//w//, but a bit saucy. word count 2.4k )

Jack’s head tilts sideways before the doorbell even rings, one ear higher than the other to catch something she can’t hear. He turns in his seat on the couch, arm strewn over her shoulder, to look behind them in the direction of the front door, tilts over, kisses her temple, and pops up in the seconds before the slightly-jarring “ding” echoes through the house. He’s already at the door, bowl in hand, beaming down at the gaggle of children and chaperones by the time she’s even stirring on the couch to come to join him.

“Oh, who do we have here?,” Jack coos excitedly, scanning the miniature crowd. “Are you the little one from--”

“Stranger Things!,” yells a small child in a pink dress, blonde wig askew, tendrils of the plastic hair stuck to their face. “I’m Eleven!”

“Yes, sí, can you do the--” --Jack sticks his hand out and makes a face, and the child eagerly matches him, giving him their best furious expression and most powerful psychokinetic pose-- “Yes! That’s so good!”

He quickly glances up at the three adults standing behind and asks if there are any allergies in the group (and there are none, thank goodness) as his wife comes to stand next to him, smiling at the Eleven who is now turning their powers onto their group of friends. Gesturing for the kids to bring their bags closer, Jack begins dropping generous fistfuls of candy into eagerly opened pillowcases and treat sacks, small hands darting out to show off the newest snacks to one another.

“Hey there, Mirabel,” says Mrs. Russell, waving at a young girl in a blue skirt and white t-shirt, sporting a giant pair of glasses and a pink flower in her dense curls. The little one is wrapped up in a purple puffer jacket on this cold October evening, and while it is a truth universally acknowledged that a big coat is the bane of Halloween costumes, the effect of her adorable smile and ‘Encanto’ printed trick-or-treat bag is more than enough to convey the essence of the character. “Is Uncle Bruno with you tonight?”

The girl shyly shakes her head and wrings the handles of her bag in her fingers but is smiling widely when Jack speaks a few quick words of admiration for her costume in Spanish and passes her a scoop of candy for her bag.

“I’m Ariel!”, adds a small child in a green tube skirt with flared tulle flippers sewn on, a purple strip of cloth tied around their tummy over a slightly off-skin-tone longsleeve tee.

“And I’m Harry Potter!” A wand is brandished at Jack, who puts a hand over his chest in shock.

“I’m Batman!” The petite hero jumps into a pose to show off the padding of his armor, his light-up shoes kicking to life and casting green flashes over the porch.

Jack turns to his wife and grins, gesturing enthusiastically at the crowd of kids. “I think these are the best costumes we’ve seen all night, no?” She nods, and the kids all let out little shrieks and giggles as Jack procures a few extra pieces from the bowl and adds them to their bags.

The chaperones guide the straggling children into a chorus of “thank you”s before shuffling them down from the porch, past the jack o’lanterns, and on to the next house, as Jack and his wife remain in the doorway. She leans her head on his shoulder and listens to him sigh sweetly, his eyes tracing over the sunset-lit streets swarming with seas of children and their families, all screaming and laughing over one another, racing past on the sidewalks, weaving in and out of lawns decorated with tombstones and inflatable specters, plastic skeletons and felted spiders.

“You know, at the rate you hand it out, we’ll be out of candy before the street lights come on,” she teases, nudging his shoulder. Jack chuckles and puts a hand on the small of her back, shrugging as he steers her back towards the couch.

“It’s Halloween, bebé; do you want us to be known as the stingy old couple, or the cool couple that gives out extra candy to the little monsters? Besides, that Mirabel, oh my God--”

“Total heart-melter,” she agrees, sitting and cuddling into Jack’s side as he hooks his arm back over her shoulders and pulls her body close. “I think between her and that four-month-old dressed as Grogu, we may have seen the two cutest costumes in all of North America today.”

Jack lets out a groan at the memory of the adorable baby, who he had greeted at the door with a delighted peal of laughter, and squeezes his wife tightly in his arms, as if hugging her in the baby’s stead. The abrupt squish pushes a small squeak out of her, and Jack giggles, bumping the blunt tip of his long nose into her cheek.

“Sorry,” he murmurs. “You okay?”

His slight frame conceals a rather intense strength, something that comforts her, even if it still sneaks up on her every now and again that he is, in fact, as strong as he is; Jack’s touch is grounding and warm when so few things in the world are, and she’s glad, especially in the cold months, for the over-active heat of his body and the power of his embrace.

He traces the tips of his broad, tan fingers along the curve of her upper arm, pale nails leaving wake trails of gooseflesh and pleasant shivers. She realizes he’s waiting for a response before going any further with his affections, and she nods, cupping the square of his chin and running her thumb along his bottom lip. When his olive green eyes fix on hers, and his lips part to reveal the brightness of his smile, crooked to the left by the jut of his snaggletooth, she feels heat wash over her face and down her body, familiar and fluttering as he dips his face close and keeps her gaze.

“You know what I’m thinking?,” Jack purrs, voice dropping low and soft as he begins inching nearer. When he’s this close, his breath falls on her skin like a warm fog, sticking sweetly to her neck and cheeks, and the scent of him gets stronger.

He smells like their bed, she thinks. Cozy, fuzzy, and tinged with a modicum of not-at-all-unappealing sweat, there is also that distinct canine note that can only be detected in this kind of proximity. His arms are still wrapped around her, and one of his hands is coasting, flat-palmed, up and down the length of her side, following the curves of her ribs and belly, while the other finds itself resting on her shoulder, idly fingering an errant lock of hair. His face is so close to hers that she swears she could count each of his eyelashes, individually, and the hairs that form his growing stubble.

This Halloween, Jack has chosen to go as a vampire, which he thinks is exceedingly funny. Dark makeup rings his eyes and the grey in his hair glows almost blue in the low light of the fading day, lending him an unearthly quality that fits his costume well. The powers of the vampire, too, seem to be his: he has her under his thrall, certainly. His smile is mesmeric, and she can imagine that if a vampire were to look like him, there would be no end to the line of people willing to be bitten by that self-same smile.

“What are you thinking, Puppy?,” she asks, trying to redirect her own wandering thoughts. She scratches lightly at the underside of his chin and, on reflex, his head tilts up, eyes fluttering shut as a contented noise rumbles in the back of his throat. He’s so easy to please.

“I’m, uh--” He seems distracted by the sensation of her scratching at that Just Right spot between the back of his ear and the crook of his jaw, a distraction that only worsens when she begins scratching the hair at the nape of his neck. “I was going to say that I… I was thinking we…”

His hands lie still on her, twitching every now and then when she finds a particularly pleasing spot to scratch, and she relishes the sensation of being the one who now has her beloved under her own thrall; Jack leans his head into her touch and follows the motion of her hands, chasing her attentions. A sigh leaves his lips and he unclenches his shoulders, melting into her as she leans back against the armrest of the couch and Jack follows, laying his head on her chest.

His weight is surprisingly heavy atop her as he lays himself on her belly, slotting between her knees and positioning himself for ease of scritching. He’s not a big man, by any means, but there’s a density to him, and she’s feeling it now as he presses her into the couch with his body.

She pauses her petting briefly as she adjusts to the new position, and her hands still in his hair, which causes a growl of displeasure to part his lips. At that, she looks down at him and sees one green eye peering up at her (the other still shut and squished into her chest), and sticks her tongue out at him before continuing the strokes to his salt-and-pepper pelt.

It’s rather soothing, playing with his hair like this. There’s a therapeutic element to the combination of his body weight, intense warmth, rhythmic breathing, and the texture of his hair under her fingers, and she lets instinct carry her, as salient thought drifts away into the blissful mist of repetitive motion and familiar feelings. She traces the lines of his scalp, watching his black and grey and still, sometimes, brown hair forest up around her fingers, content to just match the tide of his breaths with her own, their ribs pressed together and expanding in synchronicity.

After a moment, Jack stirs. Turning, he cranes his face so that he can look at her squarely, and she feels the irresistible magnetism of that green gaze tugging her deeper into his spell.

“I want to try for one of our own,” he says, shattering the stillness like a foul ball through plate glass. “Tonight, if you’re ready.”

It takes her a second to blink away the haze that had settled around her head, and when she does at last manage to, she finds herself staring down into Jack’s face, taking him in with utmost fascination. If she heard him clearly, and she believes she did, he asked her--

“A baby, by the way. In case I wasn’t clear.” He flashes her a smile and a breathy laugh, and he pats her side playfully. “I’m sure you could figure that out, amorcita, but I like to be direct.”

“Oh.”

It’s all she can think to say: not because she is unhappy, or undesiring of the same things, but simply because the effect of Jack Russell, staring up at her with his big, moss-colored puppy eyes, brazenly stating that he wants to try and conceive with her, is flooring. He pushes up on his forearms, and suddenly he is above her, his face lit starkly by the shadows of the setting sun and the television, marking him out in black and white. His eyes glow, even in the darkness.

The wolf’s smile slips into his features as he stares down at her, watching her reactions with delight. He can hear her heartbeat, she knows, smells the minute shifts that not even she is aware of. He knows her, inside and out, and surely knows which way she is swayed, but he waits patiently for her to give him a sign, a command, an enthusiastic yes or a firm no. He won’t move without her urging.

She cups his face and lets out a shaky, excited breath, one that shivers in her sternum and makes Jack grin. There’s that crooked canine of his, sharply glinting in his smile, and she trembles joyfully at the sight, wondering if their child would have their father’s snaggletooth. She hopes they do.

“Tonight,” she repeats. Jack’s eyes widen.

Gently, she tugs him down and presses his pouty lips to hers, and the dam breaks. Jack lets out an inhuman groan of delight, dropping his center of gravity low to lean into the kiss, and uses his blunt incisors to pull at her bottom lip, nipping and sending the wet, lapping sounds of kissing echoing through the room. He uses one hand to hold her jaw in place, then begins trailing kisses down and around her chin, working his way to her throat.

“Look so pretty in your costume,” he rasps, voice low and clouded. “‘S hard for a man to keep his hands to himself.”

Before she can snidely remark that he, in fact, has not been keeping his hands to himself for almost the entirety of the evening, Jack sinks his teeth into her neck: not hard enough to wound her, but certainly hard enough to make her forget every other thought, her mind now focused completely on the reality that her husband is leaving marks all across her throat.

“You smell,” Jack groans, “So good. And, oh, God, when you have our cubs…”

He pushes his face into the crook of her neck and inhales, a series of Spanish and English curses flowing from his lips as they wander across her skin, and his hands begin rucking up the bottom of her blouse when--

“DING.”

Jack’s head whips up, and the two of them stare with wide eyes at one another. His face is flushed a deep umber and his lips are shiny, hair a fluffed mess, and she can only imagine she looks even more sordid and knocked askew. They exchange a communicative glance before the doorbell rings a second time and Jack, ever the gentleman, kisses her forehead, rapidly apologizing.

“We’ll get back to this, querida, I promise, I swear, I want to--”

She waves him off with a smile, and sees him bolt for the door, candy bowl in hand. He throws it open with gusto, and as she watches, she sees the transformation come over him; the brightness in his eyes, the giddiness of his smile, the sincerity of his sweetness. He’s going to make a magnificent father. And she’s going to have a very, very happy Halloween.

#werewolf by night #jack russell #jack russell x reader #wwbn #wbn #marvel #(i also see people spell his name as:)#jack russel #jack russel x reader #i cant believe it a FIC and it's a slightly RISQUE one! (this is not permission for people to send me n...s....f.......w by the way)#i just am like. in a weird state and i thought married!jack and his spouse getting to do fun halloween kissing and having baby fever would #be cute and nice ghdkhgkalhgdkhg #original #it's a little short for me (i usually like to go about 5k or more?) but this is just a Test Run #if you guys want more jack lmk and i'll hopefully be doing other jack stuff for myself so :3 anyway its 3 am now gnight

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