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my day job is at a college, and this morning my boss was like "go collect all the suggestion slips from our suggestion boxes around the school and create a document and a spreadsheet outlining the needs of the student body."
Ok cool very easy! fun, even!
there were two. two suggestions.
"spring fling should be steampunk themed :3 I'd like to see more pipes and gears with no discernible function"
and
"free food. starbocks. privitized resturaunts."
I can't wait to turn in my 1/8th page report with "pipes and gears with no discernible function" and three out of five words misspelled on it. the students have spoken, boss; such are the needs of the student body.
preygirl breeding,,,
trans girl werewolf metaphor unmatched. trans girls as werewolves my beloved
you've let a creature into your bedroom. she moves slowly and delicately because she's never done this before - never been allowed to do this before. when she chose this life and this body, she sacrificed the idea that anyone would ever like her for the possibility that she might love herself. she doesn't remember the last time she got invited into someone's house, let alone their bedroom
she offers a dozen times to shift back. she doesn't know how to do it organically anymore but she carries wolfsbane. she can force herself back into a human body if that's what you want. you just stare her down and all but demand she doesn't do that. you love her like this, more than you would if she was human because that wouldn't be her. she tears up.
she wears a muzzle the whole time. she won't hurt you, you know she won't, but you can't convince her of that. she's so terrified she'll snap and rip your throat out with her teeth, you, the only person who's ever treated her with kindness, that she can't bring herself to go near you unless she wears a muzzle to protect herself from you. in her mind, either she accidentally kills you or you see a side of her that makes you try to kill her. she's never known kindness as anything more than a temporary condition and has no reason to believe you'll be any different.
you can't pull her muzzle off. all you can do is convince her that it's safe for her to take it off in her own time.
she understands if you don't want to take her inside you. most humans aren't exactly used to red and throbbing and knotted - the sensitive spots are all different and you know you can't get it deep enough to reach the place behind her knot that makes her freeze up and whine like a dog. she doesn't even know you found a werewolf forum and asked them how to pleasure her because you've never hooked up with anyone like her before and you wanted to make her feel good even if her genitalia are different from any you've ever seen.
she towers over you in bed. she's easily twice your size. you aren't afraid of her. she lines her hips up and pushes forwards, and you both whine as she fills you. you beg her to use you, and she snarls and grabs your hips-
and then stops. she rips herself backwards and practically jumps off you, eyes damp, and buries her muzzle in her paws. you try to ask her what happened and she won't let you get close. her voice shakes and cracks.
her instincts took over and she got so scared she would hurt you, and- she couldn't-
you ask if she wants a hug. she refuses to touch you because she knows her claws will cut your skin. she sniffles and asks if you'll rub her ears, though, so you do that. her fur is soft under your fingers.
maybe you'll just watch a movie on the couch tonight instead.
monsterfuckery isnβt always about weird creature sex. sometimes itβs about laying in bed lonely and thereβs a chittering sound in the dark and something warm and scaly slides up your body and flicks its tongue on your ear and sharp claws grab your hips and she purrs behind you. and you smile because your wife is home from work
sometimes itβs also about waking up to your creaturewife preening your hair with her hooked beak to get you up, and her big serpentine form is all coiled around you for the warmth from your cute little breakable mammalian body, and sheβs holding your hand with her own - twice as big as yours - and all six of her eyes are blinking sleepily and sheβs still purring because sheβs in bed with her humanwife
Being plural is so funny. Your parents are too mean to you when you're 9 and you perform mitosis about it
i taught a baking class for 12 year olds today and we made your garden variety chocolate chip cookies, but iβm a big believer in Questioning Everything and the who/what/where/why/when/how behind things, so the first part of the class was purposely letting the kids do things the wrong way, to show and explain why we do things the way we do.
βwhy do we bake cookies at 180 for 9 minutes when we could do 400 for 2 minutes?β -enter the godawful lump of coal with a still gross wet and uncooked inside
βwhy do we have to scoop out little cookies instead of doing the whole tray?β -ok well that one you can technically do if the spread is even. you just end up with one giant, structurally unsound cookie. βPLEASE CAN WE MAKE GIANT COOKIESβ (we did make 1 giant tray cookie)
we talked a lot about why consistency is important, but i donβt think it really hammered home until i saidΒ βokay everyone gets ONE cookie, thatβs fair, right?β and then handed out cookies of hugely varying sizes. + baked one fat lump of a cookie that still wasnβt done at the 9 minutes, vs the regular one i put in that came out charred by the time the first was actually done.
we also made a row of cookies where each one had one single differing ingredient omitted, like a cookie with no flour, or a cookie with no butter, and laid them all out on a single tray to bake together to see how each ingredient affects the outcome.
two of the little girls added cocoa to their cookie doughs until it matched the colour of each others skin to make best friend cookies, and that almost made me tear up a bit π₯Ί
got briefly distracted (β¦for over half an hourβ¦) talking about how eggs form when someone cracked an egg and it had 2 yolks
expertly tolerated being asked how old i am (just turned 31 the other day) which was immediately followed by asking if i watched the moon landing live on tv
was so focused on keeping track of all the kids that in the end i forgot to make a cookie for myself, but itβs ok because one of the girls gave me this
tinyβ¦β¦β¦.
the class went well and they asked if i wanted to do another one in a couple weeks and i said yeah, and theyβre taking uhβ¦ fuck, whatβs the word for inventory when itβs people?? attendance?? whatever, theyβre trying to see whoβs interested to get a feel of if itβd be 1 three hour class again or if thereβs too many kids so weβd do a couple classes. anyways, i love the emails from Concerned Parents.
βwill there be knives involved?β we are baking cookies.
βwhat temperatures does the oven get to/will it be hot enough to burn?β we are baking cookies.
βwill there be [insert ingredient used in cookies]?β we are baking cookies.
βare you using fahrenheit or celsius?β ??????? d-does it matter?? itβs going to get Hot. (also celsius; this is ontario)
βare the ovens childproof?β no?? iβm assuming youβre asking if iβm going to let your kids reach into the ovens while iβm staring out a window in another room. i will not be allowing your children to use the ovens. they will not be left unattended.Β
βwhy is the library baking class taking place at the high school?β the library does not have 10 ovens. the library does not even have 1 oven. the high school has many ovens.
βwhat if i donβt want my child to have cookies? can you let her make muffins instead?β this is a baking class for cookies. we are baking cookies.
βcookies arenβt healthy. why donβt you make [insert whatever]β do you know how many cookies i can make with a $40 budget and a trip to the bulk store? we are making cookies.
βwho needs a class to bake a cookie, why not teach something more valuable?β ITβS NOT JUST ABOUT THE COOKIES, KAREN, ITβS ABOUT FAMILIARIZING CHILDREN WITH THE ART AND SCIENCE OF BAKING/COOKING/FOOD, ABOUT TRYING NEW THINGS, MAKING MISTAKES AND REALIZING THAT THE MISTAKES ARE NOT ONLY OKAY TO MAKE BUT VALUABLE IN AND OF THEMSELVES, FAMILIARIZING THEM WITH INDEPENDENCE, THE UNDERSTANDING OF HOW THINGS CAN COME TOGETHER TO FORM A NEW AND BETTER WHOLE, ALL WHILE HAVING TRYING TO INJECT A MODICUM OF JOY INTO THEIR LITTLE LIVES. SORRY THAT THERE ARE CONCEPTS AT PLAY YOU CANβT SEEN TO UNDERSTAND HERE. MAYBE YOU SHOULD COME JOIN AND IβLL LET YOU MAKE A FUCKING COOKIE.
in light of switch 2 direct and as an advocate for playing windwaker: if you have a low-end laptop/pc and a wired controller you can play ww HD for free, let alone gamecube ww. download dolphin. go to r/roms. save yourself 600 dollars
jesus fucking christ Kanye
I hope you don't; for me this is our reality. Every day we lose someone we love ππ
Last year I lost my uncle and his entire family in a missile attack on his displacement site in Rafah, and Al Jazeera YouTube reported.
Today, I am in pain as I miss the dearest to my heart, my father, who suffered from a stroke that caused him quadriplegia. He could not cope with the catastrophic life as we lived in a tent that was like a grave. His weak body was exposed to malnutrition as a result of not providing the necessary food for his condition, and the severe cold caused him to have a heart attack that led to his immediate death.
I wake up terrified every night. I check on my family, whom I fear will die of cold π₯Άπ°
And it was not limited to this, but our tent that shelters my family, children, and my brother Samer, who suffers from a chronic illness, was flooded and swept away under the dirt as a result of the heavy rains. Our tent has become worn out and does not protect us from the winds and rain βοΈβΊ
Please save What's left of us, share with us, and if you can, a donation can save an entire family from death β£οΈπ
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