#coacher

[atukaworld]

Bunia, dans l'Ituri.

Coacher un Iturien : est-ce possible ?  À quel coût ?  Quelles niches exploiter et comment ? GPAU Prends un papier et un stylo. Notes 20 besoins non satisfaits des ménages de ta localité. Envoie-moi une photo de la liste ; une photo prise à l’extérieur, après avoir nettoyer l’objectif de ta caméra. Nous ne manquerons pas de trouver jusqu’à quatre opportunités d’affaires dans cette liste. De…

[alicecorpseliddell]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 EMPATHY COACHER 𓏵

A term/role for a system members who job or one of their jobs is to coach other system members on how to be empathetic, caring, and overall not an asshole.

(While not explicitly a caretaker/protector aligned role, caretakers and protectors can easily be empathy coaches)

[ PLAIN TEXT ] We Are A Diagnosed Traumagenic System We Have Been Diagnosed For Over 3 Years If You Fake Claim Us Or Send Us Other Hatemail You Are Giving Us Consent To  Be An Asshole Back To You

[mumblingsofmemory]

Annoushka by Adam Michael Coacher

[devocate]

[galleryofauthentic]

foot the coacher : LACE UP SANDALS

Crafted using a low-stress, oblique last that follows the contours of the foot. The laces on the insteps allow you to adjust the fit to your preference. The uppers are made of moderately-oiled, finely-textured North American steerhide, and the lining makes use of horsehide leather that provides excellent moisture absorption.

[therapeutesendevenir]

Pourquoi choisir l’entrepreneuriat ?

Les temps changent et ils changent vite. Alors, pourquoi choisir de se lancer dans l’entrepreneuriat ? La dernière crise sanitaire qui a poussé beaucoup de gens à arrêter temporairement leur acticité les a aussi fait réfléchir à ce qu’ils avaient véritablement envie de faire de leur vie. Et beaucoup se sont rendu compte que travailler pour faire rentrer un salaire, n’était pas la même chose que…

[dogfancier]

Rube (dalmatian) ca 1906

This dog is trained to do tricks, and is very intelligent, also a good coacher, having won second at York in 1906. Head markings objected to by most fanciers.

[a-swiss-and-a-spaniard]

Coacherer is back! (X)

[nexstage]

Sugarggedon

What could’ve…

“Aaaghhhh!” He screamed. In seconds, his head hit a hard, cold surface making him curse, gritted teeth. Opening his eyes again, the dread and terror he felt moments ago was replaced by the deepest level of confusion for he found himself in his room. His old childhood room. “What the—?” His hands went to his face. His skin felt smooth, a bit oily, a few pimples from acne in the chin.

What happened to all the back pain, the arthritis, the scars, the wrinkles, the cataracts, the—? Wait a second, since when his future looked so old? And why was that by the way?

He flexed his fingers and hands. They were young. He was young.

“Stan, are you ok?” Broken out of his stunned thoughts, he glanced at his brother.

Lively and healthy. Uh, why was he thinking about a future with wrinkles and health issues again?

“Stan, what happened? Was it a nightmare?” Ford gently placed a hand on his forehead. “You have no fever. What about your stomach? Did you eat something before going to sleep?”

“Uh… No no. Just… Just a dream. I mean, I had a dream, but I thought it was real.”

“By the look of your face, it seems that this dream went to the extreme in making you feel that was the reality.”

“Eh… You could say so.” He murmured an ouch as he rubbed the bruised part of his forehead. He hoped that didn’t leave a mark. “You can’t believe how crazy it was, you know, in my head.”

“Tell me then, we have some time before the clock goes off.”

“You won’t believe it! It was insane!”

Stan went into a long ramble describing a town called Gravity Falls in Oregon, invaded by all kinds of aliens and monsters, a colossal pyramid floating above the forest surrounding the town, the sky painted in all the colors ever known by man, fire and destruction everywhere, and they were there in the middle of it running from something. When he described their appearances, Ford’s eyes gleamed at his own description as some kind of adventurous researcher fighting alongside Stan who was wearing a businessman/mafia boss suit and even glasses.

“You weren’t kidding. That’s unbelievable!”

“Yeah and—“ Stan’s breath hitched as he saw part of the room where Ford’s trophies usually were. Correction, where Ford’s AND HIS trophies usually were.

He stood up and scanned all of them. His twin’s prizes were outstanding for obvious reasons. He was a genius beyond anyone’s league. Stanley, on the other hand, was just there. Pure brawn and troublemaking, struggling in academics.

Except that he was good at sports. Basketball, football, boxing, the medals and trophies said it all.

There were even photos where he had invited Ford to be part of it, both smiled so big their cheeks hurt.

“Amazing, right? In the end, your bet with Pa worked out.”

A bet? A bet with Pa of all people? What was Six—? Oh. Oh yeah! He remembered now.

Pa with his typical lack of faith in him and stoicism simply said that it would be a miracle if he managed to graduate without dragging Ford down in the journey until graduation.

Stan had always wanted to impress his father, to get that gesture of approval and recognition he only gave Ford. Being average and the extra Stan were the bane of his existence, however, for his twin excelled in every class while he got Cs, or in the best of scenarios, a B. And Pa hardly went to his boxing matches, expecting Ford to report him about his progress and barely saying “Mhm” before focusing on the newspaper.

Then when he said he would win all the matches in boxing and get all medals his father scoffed, “I bet my fedora that you couldn’t even be this disciplined with boxing or any other sport.” Stanley took that personally and organized himself. He became part of many sports clubs, attended all the classes, and impressed the coachers.

Suddenly, the few medals he obtained for boxing multiplied in tenfold just like the others from football, basketball, wrestling, etc.

As his mind processed the information, the clock rang incessantly taking him by surprise.

“Welp, time to go to school.”

A wave of anxiety washed over him due to Ford’s words but why? It was just school. It’s not that something life-changing would happen, right?

**************

“Mr. Pines, Mrs. Pines, let me be frank with you if I may.”

Stan couldn’t stop drumming his fingers into his knees despite his best efforts. This better not be a problem he accidentally or willingly dragged Ford into but as far as he remembered, they hadn’t gotten into more conflicts with Crampelter and his goons, and the rest of their classmates minded their own businesses.

What else could it be then?

He wished he had his notebook with him. For some reason, his wacky dream had clung to the darkest corners of his mind, pushing him to draw every detail. Doodling instead of keeping up with the lesson of the day was something he was known for like any other student but his gut seemed to be desperate to keep sketching those apocalyptic scenarios, and the pyramid, what was with that pyramid that—?

“Being frank is the only way I speak.” Filbrick’s voice cut through the haze of his restlessness. Stanley slightly gulped, wanting the whole deal to be over.

“You have two sons here,” the principal pointed at him and Stanford. “One excels in sports and the other in academics.”

“What are you trying to say?” Caryn asked. Stanley mentally did the same. What was he getting at?

“I’m saying that your sons are soon-to-be stars, Mrs. Pines!” Uh… What? “Stanley here has gotten the attention of the best football coachers of the country. Many teams are fighting over him to get him on their side. The scholarships are raining! Ohio, Alabama, Michigan, Southern California, North Dakota, Montana, even Harvard!” Harvard?! “And let’s not forget Stanford. He’s an unparalleled genius! All his teachers are going bananas over his science project! Have you ever heard of West Coast Tech? Best college in the country? All his students have turned science fiction into science facts! This guy could change the whole world! Your sons might be famous millionaires, Mr. Pines!”

“I’m impressed,” Stanley was this close to fainting. Pa said he was impressed. He even smiled! Pa never smiles. He has never been impressed of him! And now he was!

*************

The night at the swings was tranquil. The soft waves barely moved the Stan O’ War and his nose inhaled as much sea air as he could. If someone had told him that one day he would make his father proud and have a future beyond scrapping the barnacles off of a taffy store -wait, where did that thought come from?- anyway, if he had been given those news, he would’ve laughed and ignored it.

Stanford was the guy with the brilliant future. He had the brains, he would go places, he could beat the odds with whatever plan he concocted. Stan was another story.

Of course, the world decided he could do better. He even made the impossible happen! He would be a famous football player, Pa was impressed of him, his parents were proud, he would leave Glass Shard Beach and meet famous sportsmen, maybe win the hearts of cute babes, who knew.

And yep, his hands were still twitching and fidgeting. Why though? No idea.

“Can you believe it, Stanley? We’re going to college!”

He chuckled. “More like you are. I have to choose from a pool of pamphlets.”

“This is the amazing thing, though! You have lots of options. It means all your hard work paid off.”

“What about, uh, West Coast Tech? Happy with only one option?”

“Having more than one college to go sounds excellent, but I’ve read the pamphlet, Stan. This college has everything. The best teachers, the most advanced equipment, the best environment. Maybe… Maybe there I could show everyone that I’m more than the freak they see. That someone like me can change the world.”

“I know you will. I bet that in a few years we’ll be living in huge mansions while Crampelter and his friends will be working as taxi drivers.”

“Now that’s a depiction of a perfect world!”

Both laughed uproariously.

The echo of their laughter travelled throughout their neighborhood but not one soul opened a window to shout a complain. As they calmed the pain in their stomachs for laughing so hard, the salted, humid air reminded Stanley of the bittersweetness ahead of him. He had a great future but in exchange he would leave behind stuff he loved like their childhood dream and the Stan O’ War.

It felt weird to be excited to go to another path that wasn’t connected or fused to Ford’s. When they were children, the “Us against the world” motto was all they knew and mattered. Did it still matter? They weren’t as close as before and their talents had pushed them to different goals but they still enjoyed each other’s company.

Things were changing but others were still the same.

“What are you drawing?” Drawing? Stan peeked at what his hands were doing. A bricky-like triangle over a bunch of houses and trees. Wait. “This looks like my dream.”

“Is it causing you trouble again?” Ford asked concernedly.

“More like it’s a song on a loop. Bit annoying.” But still his hands kept doodling different shapes reminiscent of what he’d dreamed. As if they were telling him something which was nonsense! I mean, these were his hands. Hands don’t talk, they don’t think.

“You know, this gives me a great idea!”

“What kind of idea?”

“It’s more for you than for me. What if you make a comic out of your dream? I know the details will vanish with time but if your dream is this persistent, then maybe you can make the best out of it. You may not see it, but you have talent drawing, Stanley. This could be a pet project during your breaks in college and football training. And who knows, perhaps in the future, you will also be known by your art.”

Being known by his art… “Heh, you’re putting a lot of faith in a simple project, Pointdexter.”

“Because it could be a great opportunity.” Ford watched the stars mesmerized. “The future does look promising after all.”

“Yeah… It does…”

[manic-maniac-man]

Reckless aw15

YOSUKE KUBOZUKA wearing Takahiromiyashita The Soloist

Photo on the right: Edwardian jacket 265,900 yen, hat 37,400 yen, bandana around neck 14,900 yen (all Takahiro Miyashita The Soloist check jacket 63,000 yen (Pretty Green, ring 67,000 yen (both Royal Order

Edwardian jacket 265,900 yen, striped cut-and-sew 13,900 yen, hat 37,400 yen, bandana around neck 14,900 yen (all Takahiro Miyashita The Soloist, check jacket 63,000 yen (Pretty Green/Pretty Green Customer Service 03.6744.9493), ring 67,000 yen (both Royal Order, checked jacket 63,000 yen, checked pants ¥27,000 (both Pretty Green, vintage glasses 27,000 yen (Albert Kahn, thumb ring 88,000 yen, index finger ring 67,000 yen (both Royal Order, belt 7,000 yen (Fred Perry, boots 64,000 yen (Kids Love Gate, umbrella 28,000 yen (Foot the Coacher

[occasionaloverboy]

For the WIP game: Plaid

hiiii grief!! more Shoresy for you ✨️

“What am I supposed to do?” “Something else.” “Like fuckin’ what?” he bites out. His voice still sounds all thick and it makes him feel like a child. “Huh? Move back home, start wearing plaid?” “Personne ne dit que, beau bonhomme.” “Well, it sounds like that's what you're saying, Dolo. Sounds like you want me to break out the fuckin’ overalls and get to chorin’.” Dolo lets out a harsh sigh and falls back against the couch. He shrugs. “Vous pouvez coacher.” “Those who can't do, teach,” Shoresy rattles off. Dolo raises an eyebrow at him. Goody and Hitch share a look. “Oh, shut up,” Shoresy snaps, heaving himself out of his chair.

[daisiesandgiggles]

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#Daisiesandgiggles #Guess the GIF

[doubleduckavenger]

I've finally gotten around to playing SoJ in anticipation of the AAI2 localization and speaking of SoJ this line reminded me of "SOJ a coach a coacher"

Tbh I'd say any season 5 scene with Pretty in it is a waste of time but the one where they made a whole fucking episode about her is the worst

[thenightling]

The Satanic Panic (the unwelcome 80s throw-back)

Everything from the 1980s has made a come back. From LP records replacing CDs, to films like Beetlejuice and Ghostbusters. And literature like The Vampire Lestat (published in 1985) and Neil Gaiman's The Sandman (1988). And Broadway musicals based on 80s movies. Even skinny jeans for men made a come back. And late 80 Goth fashion. These are all great, fun, Nostalgic things. But... something else made a come back. The infamous Satanic Panic. If you're unfamiliar with the 80s Satanic Panic it wasn't all about thinking there were Satanists everywhere. It was sort of a blanket term for a rise in anti-semitism, anti-witchcraft, homophobia, and a weird surge in ped0pheila paranoia. When you think of the 80s Satanic Panic you think of the religious zealots burning Dungeons & Dragons tabletop role playing game manuals or thinking they hear Satanic messages in Heavy Metal albums or the extremely ignorant claiming that non-Abrahmic religions (or even Judaism) are actually worshipping Satan. I saw this make a disturbing comeback just yesterday when someone joined my The Sandman Facebook group with the rant that The Star of David is actually a Satanic symbol and has nothing to do with David. If you didn't grow up during The Satanic Panic you may have entirely missed the Ped0phelia aspect of it, which may have been worse than the claims that Satanists were / are secretly everywhere. It was a leap in logic that the Satanists are up to evil, and what is more evil than the sexual abuse and exploitation of children? So people started to imagine there were ped0philes everywhere, running daycare centres, or eccentric ex-boyfriends. Or LGBTQAI+ teenagers who came out of the closet were suddenly suspected of being a ped0 because if the person isn't straight, a very ignorant "friend" or family member might suddenly decide that the gay person is attracted to everyone of their gender, including children. The impact of the 80s Satanic Panic can still be felt. Innocent people, including Day Care Center owners, were convicted and couldn't get their verdicts over turned for decades. A bad breakup and a few whispers in her ear could lead to a mother believing the worst about her ex-husband without any evidence. There were cases of children being coached without the coachers even realizing that's what they were doing because the adults asked the children so many times in so many ways about sexual abuse that they were sure must have happened, that the kids just started saying what they thought their parents or grandparents wanted to hear. This was the era of "Stranger Danger." And it never quite stopped.

The ped0phelia paranoia is particularly strange. Do NOT take this to mean I am claiming Ped0phelia doesn't happen or isn't a real threat or that victims who come forward should be ignored. No. However, Q-anon revived this paranoia with things like "All Democrats are secretly ped0philes." "Hillary Clinton leads a Ped0phile ring." "The ped0philes in Washington and Hollywood are using the blood of children to unnaturally retain their youth. As far fetched as that sounds, people believe it. There was even that one guy who was so convinced that there was a secret dungeon under a pizza parlor that he showed up heavily armed and when he found out there was no basement he surrendered himself to police. Former rock star turned Hollywood composer, Danny Elfman, was recently accused of decades old sexual harassment but because of "catchy" headlines lots of people seemed to think he must have r8ped someone. Some people even dusted off his old Oingo Boingo song, "Little Girls" as proof of his perversion even though the song was actually intended to shame and call out Hollywood executives who would take advantage of underage girls. It wasn't the smoking gun they seemed to think it was. It was an anti-sexual abuse song. Much like how in the 1980s Pat Benatar's "Hell is for Children" (an anti-child abuse anthem) was mistaken as Satanist / pro-child abuse somehow... (Lyric comprehension / media literacy is haaaard). For over thirty-years we have lived in the comfortable myth of "Ha, people were silly in the past!" and then it started to happen again. People saw Satanists and ped0philes everywhere again in a strange spike in social paranoia, perhaps as a subconscious (and very bigoted) rebellion against the social changes happening such as more LGBTQAI+ rights and openness. You might think you're immune because you're a democrat with an open mind and statistically usually the people who fall for these things are... well... Qanon... But you are not immune. Anyone can fall for these sort of things. If you ever decided someone "looks like a pervert" because of how they dress, or you have started to humor the gossip and rumors about your "creepy neighbor"... maybe stop and remember it was "Normal" and "reasonable people" who took part in the Salem witch Hunts.

If you know someone who sees Satanism everywhere that isn't pious Christianity or a smaller non-Abrahamic religion, than know that it's not that big of a leap in logic for them to start making sexual (particularly ped0phile) accusations. I dare say this is even tied to the conservative anti-trans movement sprinkled with accusations of "grooming." This is one 80s fad I wish would die... again.

[randomnessunlimitedblog]

Is every chapter of your fic two alliterative words with "and" in the middle?

Yes! We actually have a working title for every episode we're rewriting. Keep in mind that these may be changed when the actual chapters come out, we might make some changes to which episodes we want to adapt, and the episode order will be changed in the story.

"SOJ avec La Règle" - "Red Lights and Rules"

"SOJ à chat perdu" - no change, we're not adapting this one since it's perfect as it is

"SOJ avec Vitamine" - "Sisters and Super Speed"

"SOJ à bien faire"/"Homework and Horrors"

"SOJ à goût des champs" - "Taste Tests and Tabletop Games"

"SOJ à être drôle" - "Humor and Hubris"

"SOJ avec Nombril" - "Attention and Annoyance"

"SOJ à karma quizz" - "Karma and Chaos" (yeah, they don't start with the same letter but at least they sound like they do)

"SOJ aux règles de l'art" - "Loopholes and Lawlessness"

"SOJ à la pétanque cosmique" - "Pétanque and Planets"

"SOJ à cours rumeur cours" - "Rumors and Ruptured Trust"

"SOJ avec Lavanade" - "Supernatural Powers and Suppression"

"SOJ avant… que ça arrive" - "Fearmongering and the Future"

"SOJ à colin-maillard" - no change, we're not adapting this one since it's perfect as it is

"SOJ chacun de son côté" - no change, we're not adapting this one since it's perfect as it is

"SOJ avec qualité" - "Quality and Quarrels"

"SOJ avec Cramoisie" - "Cryptids and Creepy Stuff"

"SOJ à avoir des idées, ou pas, ou plus" - "Ideas and Idiocy"

"SOJ au concours de Mère Noel" - "Eggnog and Egos" (this title makes sense in our version, the plot has been significantly changed)

"SOJ au cinéma"+"la suite" - no change, we're not sure how to adapt this one anyway

"SOJ avec Ardoise" - "Travel Funds and Tax Fraud" (this will be a revamped version of the original "Travel Funds and Tax Fraud" that we published last year)

"SOJ à vous avez changé" - no change, we don't know how to write musicals and also we're trying not to change the characters too much from their S1-4 incarnations so we don't really need an explanation of why they changed since, well, they didn't

"SOJ à l'exercice de style" - no change, this one is perfect as it is

"SOJ avec Poucave" - "Slander and Scandals"

"SOJ aux messagers" - "Couples and Conflicts"

"SOJ à la fête des fous-fous" - "Schemes and Switches"

"SOJ tous ensemble" - "Towers and Togetherness"

"SOJ à la chasse aux chaussettes" - no change, we're not adapting this one since it's perfect as it is

"SOJ avec Violasse" -"Dimensions and Danger"

"SOJ à la chasse à la grenouille" - "Board Games and Beasts"

"SOJ à l'interrogation" - "Love and Losses"

"Les origines de Coin-Coin" - no change, this one is perfect as it is

"SOJ à tout se dire" - no change; details revealed in this episode are incorporated into other episodes in the fic too

"SOJ à coach à coacher" - "Magazines and Mourning" (this title makes sense in our version, the plot has been significantly changed)

"SOJ aux maîtres des jeux" - each part gets a unique title. Part 1 is "Tennis and Trouble", part 2 is "Revolution and the Rat Race", and part 3 is "Friendship and Finales".

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foot the coacher : BELT LOAFER

The belts arranged over the insteps provide the perfect fit for the wearer. The uppers are made of moderately-oiled, finely-textured North American steerhide that molds comfortably to your feet. For the soles, we used the original HARDNESS 60, which is lightweight and provides excellent cushioning and abrasion resistance.