#Wow I haven't done a poem in a while

[nebulouscoffee]

🍑 + 🍇?

Thanks for asking! 🥰

🍑 If you could make a connection between your favorite character and another work you care about (whether a crossover/fusion or a wonderfully “pretentious” literary reference) what would it be? How would it work?

Ooh fun question! So I've actually done this before, in a fic I wrote Quite A While back but still haven't posted because. I'm shy lol (but I will!! one day!!)

Anyway it's a post-canon fic in which Sisko tries to return to the linear/corporeal world, and accidentally ends up falling through time and (by design) bringing the entire DS9 crew together- like he encourages pre-joining Jadzia not to accept Curzon's rejection, makes Jake and Kasidy first meet, delivers baby Odo to that lab on Bajor, talks a runaway Jules into joining Starfleet, meets Resistance era Kira, etc- and along the way becomes a living witness to a lot of Bajoran history. Timey wimey fun! Anyway the literary reference tying it all together is this poem by Langston Hughes, because thanks to my permanent star trek brainrot it has always been a Ben Sisko Poem to me- the themes of time as a shared and fluid thing and the perseverance of collective cultural memory and love across dimensions and lineage that is old and deep and The Sisko is of Bajor and the fact that Benny Russell has canonically read Langston Hughes?? It just worked too perfectly, I had to do it!

🍇 Is there a particular scene/episode/book/etc that you want to just write a million fics about, over and over? Which one?

Wow this made me realise I don't write much episode-specific fic! Most of my fics are either post-canon, or set vaguely during some season or other. I guess I lean pretty heavily on 'Equilibrium' in all my Jadzia and Ezri fics, because it's one of the few episodes with proper Trill lore... and I've referenced 'Duet', 'The Wire', 'By Inferno's Light' & 'Hard Time' a lot. Oh wait! I write a lot of post-canon Kira and Garak, and 90% of that is inspired by their interactions in 'Tacking Into The Wind' haha (I love that ep sooo much)

[sleepychinitaprincess]

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I know this is a really crazy conclusion. Maybe I unconsciously force things to be all about me, I don't know. But as what I usually do, I check if he was online and he was, but I noticed that he removed his avatar, the one where he was topless where I quoted "Wow! daddi kaayo akong daddi" Maybe he got conscious after like 24 hrs or less of setting it as his avatar. So sad, I liked it pa naman because he was, in a way, being confident to be himself na and show it publicly. It's okay, daddi. It takes time to be confident. I'm also taking my time to be confident, be comfortable of who I am and to be able to have the courage to fix me even when it's very challenging.

You're always gonna have me, while I know I already lost you. I'm accepting it every single day. Believe me, it's one of the most challenging things I have done, aside from accounting. At first, I found comfort in expressing it to a friend, but then I felt that it's too much for her or for them to be always hearing about something that's just an almost. Then I started listening to music and discovered that I relate deeply to Taylor Swift's music. I also explored and enjoyed listening to other artists such as Olivia Rodrigo, and Laufey. They helped me realize that I'm not the only person who experienced losing someone so dear to me. Most importantly, one of my cathartic outlets were writing for you with songs that has no tune, poems that has no rhyme, and stories that didn't even end.

Maybe, at this point, I stopped wondering about you. Knowing you're alive is already enough for me. But I don't want you to remove me completely from your life, it would crush me, but it wouldn't matter anymore so it's okay, as long as it gives you the peace of mind you deserve. I don't wonder if you're still interested in me, though my heart still sinks and breaks. You have taken up a significant part in my heart, and mind and that's your advantage over me. Always.

~

di pa man kayko busy tungod sa acads, naa pa man gihapon koy freedom to do everything I want, but why am I unhappy? it's starting to get boring and draining na. same old, feeling lonely gihapon akong heart, questioning myself and my capabilities. I'm tired yet I haven't even started.

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[here-take-my-soul]

Wow has it been a while. Life has passed me by these last few years, so much has changed yet here I sit staring at this screen once more feeling the need to pour out my soul to a crowd less room. I don't think I will ever recover from this nightmare. I'm not actually sure recovery is an option for me. I wish that tomorrow I could wake up not giving a monkeys uncle what anyone thought of me, having the energy and strength to be the wife and mother that they deserve. Finding a spark in my soul to set the worlds of those around me on fire. Alas my soul is flameless and my worlds crashing around me. Oh ana how sweet be thy name when nothing else makes sense. Oh mia come to me, whisper your poison in my ear and let it drip down my throat. Come to me my angels of darkness and take me on another journey for it has been far too long without you beside me.

I can't escape, the best I can do is not project onto you. You sweet innocent lamb. The only thing in this life worth giving a damn about is you. My beautiful daughter. I must have done something right to have been blessed with you, why then can't I be everything you need? Why do I sit up at night wondering how I can do all these things and more. Never content with 100% I will strive to be perfect until I run myself into an iceberg to rival that of the titanic crash.

Silence is deafening when you're alone but what's worse? The murmur of someone speaking and it washing through your ear drums like the underwater babblings of youth. I can't listen. I haven't the mental capacity to process the words much less conjure up any sort of meaningful response. You must understand my love I am broken, damaged goods. I can never be what you expect of me. It is a miracle I even am.

I love you both very dearly.

A poem from a remorseful wife and mother.

[ftkd-arts]

Many Love

"Well how do you know you're into polyamory

If you've never been

Kissing some that agree with non-monogamy

Or you've never rode the ride

Of a girl or a guy?

How do you know?"

It's true

I've never been in a relationship

Sexual nor romantic

True, my journey started slow

Don't ask me how I know

I just knew

From the happiness of multiple romances

To the bliss of my ot3 ships

And the crushes that coincide at the same time

For large number of girls and guys

And some non-conforming

From the way my butterflies were swarming

With company, not jealousy

Don't ask me how I know

I just knew

That

I am apart of the multitudes

Of fews

That won't let their love be limited by your views

Or possessive attitudes

This ain't nothing new

Push the Latin with the Greek

Cultivate a new word to speak

Out of love and many

Call it polyamory.

[flyingpurplepeopleeater42]

I realised I haven't ranted about any movie for a long while so please have a childhood fave. 'Taare Zameen Par'- It's about a kid who loves to draw but performs poorly at academics. He is sent off to a boarding school as punishment (is this punishment just Indian or happens elsewhere too?) where his new art teacher figures out he is dyslexic and helps him. This movie has a lot of emotional moments and made me misty-eyed as a kid and still has the same effect. (Don't worry I am an over emotional kid.)

YES ANOTHER MOVIE REC💙💙💙💙

Hehe this is gonna be a long post so

*in Scar's voice* 🎶BE PREPAAAARED🎶

First some incoherent thoughts I had while watching the movie. (I did it with the Merlin episode yesterday an I liked it so I am gonna do it again today)

Nice title sequence. I dig it. It's not boring as the 99.9% of title sequences so cheers to that.

Why is that kid messing with dirty water ?!?!

Okay the scene with the fish was cute.

Those children are awful. Just go and collect the damn ball by yourselves it's not that difficult

Wow that main kid is a really good actor.

WHAT THE FUCK ?!?!??! HE HIT HIM?!??!?!?! WHAT IS IT WITH INDIAN(AND GREEK I ASSURE YOU) PARENTS AND BEATING ?!?!?! DO YOU THINK BEATING YOUR CHILD WILL HELP THEM?!?!?!?!?MAKE THEM A BETTER PERSON OR SOMETHING?!?!??!?!DO I EVEN NEED TO EXPLAIN WHY FEAR AND PHYSICAL ABUSE ARE NEVER HELPFUL?!?!

FUCK THIS FATHER

wtf there's a song now ?!?Okay I like the song! Oh this song rocks. THIS IS A BOP. Yup the song was a brilliant way to introduce all the characters.

OH MY GOD!!! Are Ishaan's teacher completely dumb ?? I dont know shit about psychology AND EVEN I KNOW what "The letters are dancing " probably means.

Ishaan wtf are you licking the painting ?

Oh another song. Nice song.

Okay the-maths-who-turned-into-solar-system animation scene was brilliant.

Oh no! No! No no no! They found the absent note. FUCK.

Oh my God STOP FUCKING BEATING THE KID.

Oh yes. Love the parents' reactions to Ishaan's grades. The father is afraid that his son is the r-word and the mother gives the "what have I done wrong" talk. Good job guys.👏 Totally never heard those before🤦🏻‍♀️🙄

Yes ofc the kid is having nightmares. YOU'RE ABANDONING HIM!!!!!!

Off to the boarding school I guess.

Oh they value discipline🤢 there. Great 😢🙃

Why the fuck we ,as a society , leave children to be looked after by people who clearly hate them ?!?!

Also why is that boy such a good actor.

Jajankahwkwhejueiehwjehehhdhgs the flip book hajjajwhwjhwjwuwkwhjejeueueuehje NO I AM NOT CRYING JSJWJWJWJ😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Is that man supposed to be a teacher ?!?

WDYM "WHAT'S THE MEANING OF THIS POEM"?!?!??! THESE ARE 3RD GRADERS?!?!??!

Wait. He actually gave a pretty good interpretation of the poem. Good job Ishaan.

OFC THE DAMN TEACHER DIDN'T EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT ISHAAN SAID. I mean you need a brain to understand such things and he clearly lacks that part of human anatomy.

The top student boy is really nice. I like him.

Wtf?!?!?! Is that an art teacher?!?!?! What a disgrace to the art teacher profession in general. Who's gonna tell him that beating children is ABUSE.

Why do all the teachers look like they're the same person but with a slightly different wig and accent?!

YES!!FUCKING YES!!🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳THAT IS AN ART TEACHER. OH MY GOD HE'S GONNA SING NOW ?!?! JJAHWJHWJWH MY FACE HURTS FROM ALL THAT SMILING.

Awwwwwwww🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 He said " there's no hurry" to Ishaan. Awwwwwwww🥰🥰

F U C K T H E O T H E R T E A C H E R S. Nice motto guys. Order🤢Discipline🤢Labour🤢. That def doesn't sound like it's about the fuckin military.

That "h*il h*tler" was a pretty good point.

THANK GOD SOMEONE NOTICED THAT ISHAAN WAS NOT OKAY.

Omg the Tulip school theatre performance. GUESS WHO'S CRYING AGAIN?!

Wait- Did the older son just apologised TO HIS FATHER for losing a stupid tennis match ?!?!?!

Ishaan's paintings>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

NOT THE FLIP BOOK AGAIN😭😭😭😭😭😭

Oh the father again. SIR WITH ALL DUE RESPECT (which is none. No respect is due there) FUCK YOU. GO JOIN EWTHER'S CLUB FOR INCOMPETENT AND EMOTIONALLY ABUSIVE FATHERS AND LEAVE YOUR SON ALONE.

Oh the awesome teacher is gonna tell a story. Jsjahshjshsh HE MENTIONED EINSTEIN AND DA VINCI. WAIT EDISON WAS DYSLEXIC TOO?!? AND AGATHA CHRISTIE?!?! AND PICASSO?!?!?I DIDN'T KNOW THIS.HSHSJSH

Wait- ISHAAN BUILT THAT BOAT ?!!?

Oh and when I thought I couldn't love the art teacher more he started quoting Oscar Wilde🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

"So you dont take us for the kind of parents who do not care" UUUUUUGHHHH

OH MY FUCKING GOD ISHAAN'S PAINTING NSJSJJWJWKWJWHKWJWKWJSJKSJEJEJENKEKENEJDJHDJDJEHEJEJDUEJWHIENKLJ

He WON 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

The last shot of Ishaan rising to the sky with the help of his teacher= poetic cinema.

Okay and after that incoherent mess I have to say. Amazing film. I was hooked form start to finish (and it was a 2h42min film) . Loved the subject matter. The boy was an amazing actor. And Aamir Khan was great as always.

Bottom line is your movie recs are 👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼

Fun fact : The word "dyslexia" basically comes form dys / δυσ (which means bad) and lexis / λέξη (which means word ) so it can basically be translated as "bad with words"

(this come from my pretty basic knowledge of ancient greek so it might not be 10000% accurate)

Finally to answer you question. Idk about elsewhere but I haven't heard of greek boarding schools. I dont think we have that here. And def not as a punishment.

[belle82devart]

73 Question Tag Game

Thank you to the lovey @thewanderer000 ❤

On a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now?

I would say a 6 or 7. Life can be so fucking scary (as well as people), but it still has it's charms and quirks that make it enjoyable and something to look forward to.

Describe yourself in a hashtag?

[#scared of everything] or [#justneedsahug]

If you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be?

Jeffrey Dean Morgan. He's got the swagger, the sweetness and the salt and pepper look isn't helping sway my opinion at all. Plus he's got strong arms, perfect for cuddles.

If your life was a musical, what would the marquee say?

(I hate to admit this, but I had to look up what a fucking marquee was.) The anxious and the strange.

What’s your wakeup ritual?

Get up, shower, have a little time for self loathing and negative personal views. Then go for the self affirmation card and continue the day.

What’s your favorite time of day?

Morning. Most days, the morning is where it all starts. Where the hikes in the mountains begin or where the next big projects begin.

Your go to for having a good laugh?

Crack videos of whatever fandom I'm obsessed with at the time. Or cat videos.

Dream country to visit?

I know it's not a country, but Europe in general. If it had to be a single place, Poland.

What’s the biggest surprise you’ve had?

Finding out while my mother threw up on the side of the road that 'hey, you're gonna be a big sister'!

Heels or flats/sneakers?

Combat boots. Now I can do heels, and I can do sneakers, but boots, especially combat style are my favorite.

Vintage or new?

Vintage all the way! It's oleasing to be able to experience something old and make it new in your eyes. I guess that's why I own a Polaroid camera and Walkman.

Who do you want to write your obituary?

My family. All of them.

Style icon?

My father. I've basically stolen all his band shirts and old biker vest/jackets. Sooo yeah.

What are three things you can’t live without?

Music, art, and friends/family. What's life without companionship? What's life without some sort of art? The world wouldn't suevibe without music, and I can't survive without any of the listed.

What’s one ingredient you put in everything?

Ketchup for most things, but not all.

What 3 people living or dead would you like to make dinner for?

- Vincent Price

- Bob Ross

- Anyone else who wants to eat my shitty cooking.

What’s your biggest fear in life?

Well, I absoluty am scared to death of spiders, but that's not my biggest fear. Failure and letting those I care for down... That's my biggest fear. I fear that I will never make anyone happy, that I can't do right...

God, this question called me out hard.

Window or aisle seat?

Window all the way. Give me the view !

What’s your current TV obsession?

- The Walking Dead

- The Witcher

- and The Boys

Favorite app?

Autodesk Sketchbook Pro

Secret talent?

For some reason, I can put people to sleep really easy when I pet their hair.

Most adventurous thing you’ve done in your life?

Went to Washington D.C. I got to see so many museums and cool little places.

How would you define yourself in three words?

Anxious. Sweet. Creative.

Favourite piece of clothing you own?

My leather jacket.

Must have clothing item everyone should have?

Fuzzy socks. Evwryoje deserves to have warm feet!

Superpower you would want?

Teleportation. I can go anywhere I want but also I can leave undesired sistiations when they get overwhelming.

What’s inspiring you in life right now?

People, music, books, movies/shows/games. You name it, i'll get something out of it.

Best piece of advice you’ve received?

Never give up, even when the odds seem stackwd agaisnt you. Always keep pushing forward and remember that there will always be someone in the world to fall back on when it gets to be too hard.

Best advice you’d give your teenage self?

You'll see and hear a lot of shit in life that'll being you down, that will make everything seem so bad... But it will get better. You'll make it to the next day, and you'll one day see yourself as a good person, even if you need that little push and reminder from your friends.

A book that everyone should read?

A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess

What would you like to be remembered for?

Being kind and helpful.

How do you define beauty?

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so it truly can't be defined generally without personal opinion slipping in.

What do you love most about your body?

My eyes. I really don't see anything worth while besides my eyes.

Best way to take a rest/decompress?

Curled up with my cats. I may be allergic but i'll be damned if I don't get a good rest without them.

Favourite place to view art?

Anywhere and everywhere. Sometimes it's fun going to a gallery and seeing the art others have created.

If your life were a song, what would it be?

Ça va ça va - Claudio Capéo

If you could master one instrument, what would it be?

Drums or the marimba.

If you had a tattoo, where would it be?

Upper arm or as a 3/4 sleeve.

What’s your spirit animal?

Maine Coon

Best gift you’ve ever received?

A small box made of cedar from my mother for my birthday. I don't know why but I was a sobbing mess when I got it.

Best gift you’ve ever given?

A 4ft x 6 ft painting in dedication to my aunts and their family after their car crash.

What’s your favourite board game?

Risk, Pandemic (Ha! Ironic), Monopoly, and Sorry!

What’s your favourite colour?

Blue and all shades of blue.

Least favourite colour?

Yellow.

Diamonds or pearls?

Neither. Give me some good old fashioned gemstones like quartz and I'll be happiee than a pig in mud.

Drugstore makeup or designer?

Drugstore. One, I don't have the money for designer makeup. Two, you can use drugstore and dollar store make-up to achieve the same look. And three, I don't wear makeup too often, so what's the point od paying top dollar for something I'll only use here and there?

Blow-dry or air-dry?

Either. Depends on how much time I've got on my hands.

Pilates or yoga?

Haven't done either but I would love to try yoga.

Coffee or tea?

Both!

What’s the weirdest word in the English language?

Hullaballoo.

hullaballoo. noun. 1. Sounds or a sound, especially when loud, confused, or disagreeable: babel, clamor, din, hubbub, noise, pandemonium, racket, rumpus, tumult, uproar.

Dark chocolate or milk chocolate?

Both, but also white chocolate!

Stairs or elevator?

Both

Summer or winter?

Both. I love the storms during the summer, and the snow during the winter. Especially New York winters (Buffalo in particular).

You are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat?

Chicken parmigiana

A dessert you don’t like?

Anything with Nutella.

A skill you’re working on mastering?

Welding. This year i'll be starting the rest of my classes to get certified in it.

Best thing to happen to you today?

Nothings really happened yet, but that can always change!

Best compliment you’ve ever received?

"Wow, you've got some talent" when it comes to my art or writing.

Favourite smell?

Rhododendrons and the forest floor after a rain storm.

Hugs or kisses?

Both! And at the same time makes it so much better.

If you made a documentary, what would it be about?

Paranormal locations along the Blue Ridge Parkway or how religion ties in with art.

Last piece of content you consumed that made you cry?

A poem about beauty in death and how the earth always reclaims what has been taken. The poem was truly amazing.

Lipstick or lip gloss?

Both.

Sweet or savory?

Both!!!

Girl crush?

Kate Beckinsale

How you know you’re in love?

I truly have no idea! I mean, I haven't been in love before...

Song you can listen to on repeat?

Fistfight by The Ballroom Thieves

If you could switch lives with someone for a day who would it be?

Mads Mikkelsen. He's classy, he's goofy, and who wouldn't want to?

What are you most excited about at this time in your life?

Persuing my passions. I'm on the road to become a Graphic Designer, and that's just so exciting to me!

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Tagging: @whitecrawace-mind-palace / @rosadiazbiqueen | @johnlocklover221 | @yancy-trash

[yaboymercury]

Gassy Lessons - First class: English

Jay was pissed. Despite being the first week of his second attempt at his last year of high school, he had already missed the first assignment. His English teacher Mr Stevens would usually let someone get away with just a warning, but since Jay was redoing the year he had higher expectations which was why when Jay was supposed to be heading home he was stuck in his English classroom.

Sitting in the middle desk of the small room Jay considered just leaving since Stevens was taking his time arriving. He had done so multiple times during his previous years in the school but decided against it since he didn't really want to get himself in anything deeper wanting this school year to go as smoothly as possible.

Before he had any more time to think on it though his teacher walked in.

Despite the circumstances Jay usually liked the teacher, but not particularly for his teaching. Since Mr Stevens was so passionate about English he tended to get up from his desk and walk around the room reading passages, making dramatic movements to emphasize what he was saying and occasionally scribbling down hasty notes on the board at the front. While many students found this method engaging, Jay tended to be more interested in how all this movement made the teachers thick chino covered ass move and shake providing enough motivation for Jay to attend the lessons. On top of his ass though Jay found the rest of the teacher attractive with his medium length messy brown hair, cute glasses and young features giving him almost a dreamy quality to the rebellious student.

But obviously today Jay was more annoyed at the man who was obviously making a move to prove himself as an authority with the detention as he sat down at his desk and gave Jay an icy look. Turning away from Jay we peered into his desk draws and pulled out a thin battered paperback book. He stood up and strolled over to Kay and placed handed him the book which had obviously seen better days.

"Since you obviously aren't committed to your work yet this year, all I'm going to ask you to do is read through this poetry collection and take in some of the messages of the poems, once you're done tell me."

And with that he turned back to return to his desk, and of course Jay took the opportunity to peek at his ass barely being held back by his trousers.

Jay was relieved that the book looked short being only a dozen pages long, so he thought he might as well get it over with. As he opened the cover before he could even process the first words on the page he was assaulted by a wretched smell hitting him like a train. Not wanting to react to harshly in front of the teacher he withheld a gag but the stench wasn't holding up. It had to have come from the book Jay thought as the stink arrived as soon as he opened it, daring to confirm his suspicions he brought the page slightly closer to his nose his theory was confirmed as it seemed the cloud of stink grew stronger the closer he got to it. In an attempt to stop the smell Jay slammed the book closed and attempted to get a breathe of fresh air to cleanse his palette.

"Focus on you work Jay" He heard from the desk as soon as he closed the book. Mr Stevens look had become more mischevious with a slight glimmer of a smirk as he stared down his student.

"Yes sir" Jay responded picking the book back up. As he did so the teacher withdrew a Tupperware box from his bag which he opened and began to eat from. Jay couldn't tell exactly what he was eating but it looked something like an eggy salad with a lot of thick creamy dressing.

Switching his attention back to the book he opened the next page and was again hit with a stink but this time stronger, more rotten. He couldn't hold back a choke this time as he felt his air supply being attacked. His eyes watered as he attempted to power through the attack on his senses, he could feel the toxicity of the pages radiating out of the book.

Moving through the pages he tried to stay on each for a little while to give the illusion he was reading but as they went on the smell got worse. Continuing through the pages he aimlessly hopes for maybe just one clean page so he could focus but the smell only got worse. It was in fact quite the opposite as he began to notice marks on the page, greenish brown stains on some of the pages. He didn't want to believe it at first but he knew that he could recognise the smell all along.

It was the undeniable smell of rotten gassy farts. He gulped making the disgusting realisation and as he did he heard a snicker from his usually nice and helpful teacher who had just finished eating. What was once just a smirk had turned into a malicious grin as he wiped his mouth, Jay put the pieces together and knew exactly wear the farts were sourced from.

Turning to the last page there was a deep dirty green stain in the middle, the stench radiating out of it was sickening makinf Jay gag as he closed the last page and tried to recover from the second hand fart attack he has just experienced.

"Oh so you're finished?" Mr Stevens said standing "So what did you think of the collection? I find the words so engrossing, the really create a sensory experience don't they?" He knew what he was doing mocking Jay with the words as he sauntered towards him.

"Why did you do it?" Jay looked up at the teacher with his eyes still wet from experiencing the smell.

"Do what?" He replied with fake concern, but immediately answered himself "Oh you mean this?" He put one hand on Jays desk and leaned forward looking down at his student with a mean smile.

PRRRRRRRRRRRAPP

The fart blasted into the classroom echoing on the walls, even though it wasn't aimed at him the stink still reached Jay, the smell being fresh hit him harder making him recoil.

"Well being a teacher means I can't exactly be farting around in lessons so between classes I often relieve myself into my favourite book." He explained snatching the book back from Jay. "I've been saving it for a special occasion, so when I saw my favourite pervy student was behind on work I thought I could teach him a stinky lesson."

"What do you mean pervy?" Jay said feigning indifference trying to avoid eye contact with the sadistic teacher.

"Don't be stupid Jay, you really think I haven't noticed you staring at this ass for the years I've been teaching you?" He turned around letting Jay get a close look at the cheeks up close, Jay obviously couldn't resist not being able to tear his eyes from it.

Prrrrrap

The fart was small but packed a punch making him pull back. But despite the horrific smell, Jay was now sporting a hard on beneath the desk after being so close to the ass of his dreams. "Who knows? Maybe I like the attention you give it Jay?" Stevens said sitting down in the chair in front of Jay turning it around to face him.

In shock from everything Jay was surprised when the teacher asked "So Jay what was your favourite line from the collection?" Jay had completely forgotten he was supposed to actually read the collection.

"I'm sorry sir I can't remember any of it"

"That's disappointing Jay, it really is. I'd have to say mine would be the line from page 3..." He leaned over in the chair dramatically and winced a little:

FRAAAAAAAAARP FFRRRRRTT

"I just really think it's an important message which gives off a really strong aromatic sensation."

He wasn't wrong, after the flatulence had amplified massively off the wooden chair it went straight for Jay's nostrils with a dirty stink. The teacher stood up and began to waft his hand behind his big ass as he paced in front of Jay's desk where he sat stunned at the gassy skill of his teacher.

"What about the line from the fourth piece Jay do you think you could read it out for me?" Jay knew what he wanted but he really wasn't sure if he would be able to pull it off. He tensed in his chair pushing all he could.

Frrttt

"God Jay that was pathetic, almost disrespectful, have I failed you as a teacher?" He said in fake anger "It's supposed to go like this!" He stopped in front of the desk turning around and leaned over his hands on the desk in front of Jay. His amazing ass was pointing right at Jay and even though he knew what was coming the ass tempted him closer.

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPTTT

But it was like the blast pushed him right back with a cloud of powerful stink.

"Ahh much better don't you think?" the teacher looked back at his student dazed in a cloud of his stink. Mr Stevens leaned into Jay and gave his student a sniff. "Wow Jay you really smell like you've learnt your lesson" he said giggling at his stink covered student.

"Despite loving the whole collection Jay, what I love the most about the book is how it ends, do you remember it Jay?" Jay recalled the stain on the last page and the unbelievable stench of it, but in fear of what it may mean all he could muster was a weak shake of his head. Ominously Mr Stevens stomach rumbled.

"Oh Jay" be said pitifully "I think you do remember, and with the help of my egg salad from earlier I think my rotten ass can remind you." The thought terrified Jay.

Usually the sight of his sexiest teacher sliding out of his painted on trousers would excite Jay but seeing a matching streak stain on his white briefs terrified the student.

" Hopefully you can learn something from this..." The teacher said as he wrapped his hands behind Jay's head and pulled him nose first right into his stained crack. The last thing Jake could remember was the engulfing sound of gas enveloping his face and the stink of eggy flatulence filling up his head.

[viscountessevie]

Tag Game

RULES: Tag ten followers you want to know better!

Tagged by @simesbooks and @dreamyunicorngirl on two of my accs so I figured I'd two birds with one stone. Thank you for the tag my babes yall are awesome.

TAGGING

@scarletts-future-wife @theodora-loves-broadway @tardis-23 @kingsnewyork @ohmyfreakingcherries @kathsplumber @aarontveitsgf @aaruntveit @lightthelighters @sudayevs - also sorry if you've done it and I tag whoever sees this and wants to do it!

NAME: Skye

STAR SIGN: Aries

HEIGHT: 5′1

PUT YOUR ITUNES/SPOTIFY ON SHUFFLE. WHAT ARE THE FIRST 4 SONGS THAT POPPED UP?

[It's pretty reflective of who I am as a person]

GRAB THE BOOK NEAREST YOU AND TURN TO PAGE 23. WHAT’S LINE 17?

From Trials of Apollo: The Hidden Oracle by Rick Riordan -

"After several failed attempts, we turned the corner..." Wow that's literally my life

EVER HAD A POEM OR SONG WRITTEN ABOUT YOU?

Yep, a poem written for and about me by my ex who is my best friend now. It's honestly their best piece of writing and my favourite piece of writing and I adore them.

I don't know if this second one counts because it was an instrumental song so there were no specifics pointing that it was written for/about me - who knows maybe he wrote it for an ex and passed it along to me. I wouldn't put it past him, hence why I just ended this relationship.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED AIR GUITAR?

The other day with my family while we were all singing along to Bohemian Rhapsody

WHO IS YOUR CELEBRITY CRUSH?

I have so many I'm just going to keep it simple:

All Time Fave - Tom Hiddleston

Right Now - Josh Dylan (he plays Young Bill in the new Mamma Mia movie fyi; just look at this cutie)

WHAT’S A SOUND YOU HATE + SOUND YOU LOVE?

HATE: Loud noises that startle me thank you paranoia and sensory overload

LOVE: Josh Dylan's voice I really like him okay

DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS?

Kind of like I believe in souls/spirits and the afterlife but not so much the spooky kind

HOW ABOUT ALIENS?

Hell yeah! We can't be that narcissistic to think that we are the only ones in the universe.

DO YOU DRIVE?

Nope and I don't intend to ever.

IF SO, HAVE YOU EVER CRASHED?

Read above. Crashing is one of the few reasons I do not intend to drive ever.

WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ?

The Broken Girls by Simone St. James

DO YOU LIKE THE SMELL OF GASOLINE?

Ew no

WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU SAW?

Notting Hill with my mom yesterday morning

I fucking love this line and scene, it's so iconic

WHAT’S THE WORST INJURY YOU’VE EVER HAD?

I'm thinking and honestly I haven't had anything more than a simple scratch - although my dad used to hit me so bruises I guess?? I dunno man I was a bit young to remember how badly it injured me

ANYWAYS

DO YOU HAVE ANY OBSESSIONS RIGHT NOW?

Mamma Mia 2 soundtrack, Jane The Virgin (this is one obsession that won't end), Lucas Cruikshank (yass Fred is back in my life and honestly he's funnier as himself now than he was as Fred) and Greek Mythology; I'm back at it again whooop and look at all the mythology books I borrowed -

DO YOU TEND TO HOLD GRUDGES AGAINST PEOPLE WHO HAVE DONE YOU WRONG?

Bruh, I'm like the Queen of Holding Grudges - have you met me? But don't worry all of them are justified, it's kind of like Lily's You're Dead To Me stare from How I Met Your Mother

IN A RELATIONSHIP?

Nah, just got out of one - see: instrumental song guy above. I'm focusing on myself for a while now.

[joonbug95]

Coffee Cup 2

NamjoonxReader

Short One Shot Story

You were never much of a coffee drinker til your eyes meet with the new barista at the cafe near your house. Will you be his caramel macchiato or will things turn bittersweet?

Chapter 1

I sigh as today was yet another failed attempt to see him. I'm beginning to think he was a figment of my imagination. I sit by the window looking out into the busy streets. People buzz with excitement as they move throughout the crowd. This is what I love most about the city, it comes alive with a music only a few can hear. I grab my small notepad and scribble a couple of words while humming my favorite tune. "Nice to see you're in a good mood today." I look up and see Jimin sauntering past me, "Just writing," "Oooh it's been a while since you've done that." Quickly he grabs my notebook and I squeak in protest, "Give it back!" "Whaaat I'm just looking." "That's the problem!" He successfully holds me away while looking at my terrible handwriting, "Awe that's so cute...you still haven't found him I'm guessing." I rip the book out of his hand and stuff it in my bag, "No." He sighs, "Except for his eyes, do you remember anything else?" He sits across from me smiling mischievously. "He has dimples...." Jimin suddenly bursts into giggles and I can't help but feel silly, "WHAT?!" “If you would've said that yesterday I could've told you who that was." He laughs and his eyes almost disappears behind his bright smile, "Thankfully, we only have one worker with dimples. Easy on the eyes but good gosh he's clumsy. I'm still trying to figure out how he got a job here. I think the manager is going soft with age." My heart races as I lean across the table "What's his name??" I'm practically on the edge of my seat.

 "His name is Namjoon. Instead of coming in the afternoon, try in the morning time. You'll have much more luck that way." Jimin winks before heading back to work. I didn't even get a chance to tell him thank you.....I'll just make sure to tip him extra good the next time I see him.  My head is buzzing with so many different emotions, I can finally get to see him again....but oh gosh what if he doesn't particularly care for me? What if he's already taken? Oh no, why didn't I think of this in the first place??? I breath in and out slowly to calm my racing thoughts. No no no!  No doubting yourself, you need to try. There's nothing wrong with at least meeting. Heck if anything you might become the best of friends....but I suck at making friends though. I'm so awkward and I have a terrible time knowing what words to say. First things first, I need finish my paperwork for Mr. Kim and then I can focus on making sure I look good for tomorrow. I scroll on my phone for possible shops near by I can stop at on my way home. One look at my bank account and that thought quickly went out the window. All this coffee drinking has it going on strike, I can feel my mother nagging on how low it’s getting. Fine I’ll just look through my closet and hope for the best. I head home with an extra skip in my step. I can feel good things about tonight!

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Ugh....I didn't sleep a wink. I kept tossing and turning thinking about how today would turn out. What was supposed to be a mini spa night turned into a walking ball of anxiety and doubt. Granted my skin is healthy and glowy due to my skincare routine, but my eyes scream a deer trapped in headlights. I saw a gorgeous curling wand video last night on youtube that I really wanted to try cause why not? Well, I look like I should be telling a little boy that he is a wizard. I swear this can't get any worse. I'm really tempted to call the whole thing off and just stay home. I want to cry so bad...I just wanted to look pretty. Even if it was all in vain at least I couldn't say it was because of how I looked. I grumble as I walk towards my closet hoping for a sign of redemption. I'm not the most fashionable person but there's got to be at least something decent from my random thrift shop hunts. My closet was essentially segregated by business or home clothes. I really didn’t have a need for fancy items or anything too outlandish. I end up settling on a light blue long sleeve and paired it an oversized cream colored cardigan vest. Now...what to do bottom wise? After some searching, I find a cute denim skirt  "I really need to get better clothes.", I mutter as I lace my converses up. Now to fix this bird’s nest of a mess on my head. After some analyzing, I pull it into a loose bun and try to have some of the curls fall perfectly around my face. Looks less wizardy and more like I just woke up out of bed. I can work with that.  I keep it simple with my makeup and just add a bit of eyeliner, lip tint, and mascara to call it a day. I look tired but at least it’s pretty tired. Now, let’s do this.

Oooof course it's extra busy in the morning. The amount of people in here is nerve wrecking...will I even have a chance to talk to him? I eventually make it to the counter, "One caffe latte please." My debit card screams in protest as I hand it over, I hope it's worth it. As I walk towards the pickup counter, my heart jumps as I see him from the corner of my eye. He is standing near the coffee machine concentrating hard. He almost towers over it as he works on a different order from mine. I can't help but stare at him and bite my lip. Just watching him work with his jaw jutting out a little bit is so mesmerizing. He doesn't pay attention and accidentally knocks over a cup. The crash is heard through out the cafe and I hear the cashier sigh. I'm guessing it's become a normal occurrence from how the cashier keeps a broom near him and sweeps it away while Namjoon apologizes frantically. I can't help but giggle and I feel my nervousness melt away. While I wait for him to call my name, I sit by the windowsill away from the other customers just watching the city move. I wish I would've brought my book so I could scribble some more poems. I grab my phone and write in my notes so I can just transfer them later. "Y/N?" I jump at hearing my name and hurriedly make my way to the counter. When he sees me his eyes grow wide and he almost drops my drink. "Oh wow! I mean-it's you! I've been waiting for you!"