#disregarding resits that is

[telleroftime]

I'm having major Mer!Sun and Mer!Moon brainrot right now, so...

Imagine you're living a nice and peaceful life near the ocean, maybe even having a small part of an island to yourself with an old house looking out at the water. You help your community as best as you can. You help with the fishing trips. You help the little school that's in the centre of town. The general 'tiny fishing village in the middle of nowhere' stuff.

And then one night you happen to look out of your window and see a bright light in the sky. Falling and falling, until it crashes into the ocean with a loud enough noise that has the slumbering birds squawking in terror.

You run out, barefooted and in your pyjamas as the townspeople swarm around the coast. You join them there and squint as the bright light that illuminated the sky dims. It grows faint as it quickly disappears beneath the ocean's surface until the water returns to nothing but dark void. It's silent and everyone looks at one another, waiting for something, anything...

But nothing happens.

It's a nothing that drags on for the first few weeks, one day after the other of looking into the rippling waves and slowly forgetting anything ever happened. Time ticking at a snail's pace until military choppers start flying overhead and men in suits come to ask questions. Everyone has the same idea. Lie. Fib as best as you can. "What light?". "It must have been a shooting start". "Nothing happened".

It takes another few weeks after the military ease off and the ocean grows quiet once more when you actually spot them. Creatures swimming in the shallows of the bay by your house. They look almost alien with bright colourations, long limbs and aquatic tails. So close to being human yet looking nothing like one. Sea-monsters from old fairytales.

The yellow one tries to grab onto a fallen, overripe fruit whilst the other stares from beyond the shadows, red eyes prominent even in the day.

They're larger than you and yet you sneak closer, grabbing a better looking fruit and rolling it towards the creature. It finches then looks past the fruit and straight at you.

You're not sure how to act. Though uncanny they still resemble a humanoid, so surely you could try... talking? But you weren't sure whether these things would understand you. Were they animals? They had to have come from whatever fell from the sky. Would it attack you? Was it dangerous?

The two of you just stared at each other.

Then it blinked.

Then it took the fruit and shuffled back into the water, the darker companion following with a growl.

This was one of the many small interactions you had with the creatures. You spot them and they spot you. You leave them food and they take it with a scurry. You see them more and more often and all the time you have no idea how to treat them.

But you still try to interact.

You try to bait them closer. A dangerous little experiment but you try nonetheless, holding a freshly caught fish in one hand as the sunny being shuffles towards you on the sand. It comes close enough to you that it blocks out the backdrop of the sun and hesitantly reaches out.

Its sharp fingers grip the fish and take it from out of your hands and for a moment you can feel its slimy scales brush against your skin before it pulls away. Its mouth opens, the gleaming teeth exposed, and it chomps down on the fish. Scratch that- half of the fish.

The other half is carefully placed in your lap with an expectant glare. The darker creature chitters behind it.

Did it... expect you to eat it too? You shake your head and then attempt to hand the half to it but it moves away, tilting its head as it points to you. Your lips thin. Did you have to eat it too?

You gesture the half-fish to the darker companion, its chittering stopping. It hisses and dips back into the water.

Great.

This can't be good for you, you think and bring the fish to your mouth, taking the tiniest bite you can manage. It's just as gross as you thought it would be but it has the creature's tail wagging.

It wags its fins everytime it sees you from that moment onwards and you know there's no way of getting rid of them. Not like you would want them to leave. But they follow you around and are there to stay.

Kinda an abrupt end but I had no idea how to finish it.

[creativepawsworld]

Everything But You - Part 8

Pairing = Cillian Murphy x OC

Summary = Finally these two have got their stuff together. 

Warnings = Language, Grammar, 90s Cillian, Insults, SEX, Mature 18+ only please. 

Word Count = 2304

Note = There is only two chapters of this left and I actually have the last chapter wrote already! So it will be coming to an end soon. Thank you all for the continuous support. (PS I do not own the gif I found it on pinterest, fanpop)

Pouring my heart and soul into the books in front of me, I felt my eyes come together. I had been here for the past four hours, studying each bit of text that I squeeze into my brain.

End-of-year finals were just around the corner and the outcome of the test would determine your future in the course of Law. You did have the chance to resit if you wanted, but everyone knew they wouldn’t look at you the same.

Holding my head in my hands so that I didn’t fall forward and face-plant the table. I willed myself awake when a set of heavy footsteps caught my attention. Whoever it was, was rushing through the library floors, disturbing everyone inside.

Peering around one of the tall, looming bookshelves I saw Cillian. I could hear his exhausted breathing from where I sat as he looked through every bookcase opening towards the tables at the end looking for me.

“Cillian.” I called in a harsh whisper, earning myself a disgruntled ‘ssh’ from the girl on the table next to me. Rolling my eyes, I brought his attention to me, waving my hand inviting him over.

The first thing I noticed was the wide grin on his lips that reached his eyes. Those blue eyes I had found myself falling more and more in love with over the past few months.

After confirming our feelings for one another at the competition - in which I became the Champion again. We had become inseparable. I would spend my weekends travelling around Ireland with him and his band, much to Casey’s dismay. He didn’t like me very much and I never understood why, I didn’t do anything to him, not that I could recall anyway.

Inhaling loudly he kneeled in front of me, the grin never leaving his face as he took my hands into his.

“I did it, I actually fucking did it.” He breathed out. Furrowing my eyebrows I stared down at him confused, racking my brain trying to find out which one of the many things he did.  “I got a call back for that play Disco Pigs. I got a freaking call back.”

“No way.” I gasped eyes widening in excitement for him. Cillian and I had travelled to the Dublin Theatre, skipping our classes last Tuesday so he could audition for this new play written by Enda Walsh.  “No freaking way.”

“I swear to fuck. They want me back tomorrow. I can’t believe it.” He spoke a little too loudly earning himself another ‘ssh’ from the same girl I had received one from, her eyes glaring in our direction.

“Come on some people don’t know how to take a breather sometimes.” I hissed glaring over my shoulder towards the girl. Her eyes widened at my words but she didn’t reply. Sticking her face back into her book while I packed away my things.

“Can you believe it? I actually have a chance at a stage show. Me?” Cillian whispered excitedly. Reaching out he took my heavy backpack from my hands, tossing one strap over his shoulder, disregarding my protests completely, as if he didn’t hear them.

“I can actually. You were amazing at that audition. I’m surprised they haven’t offered you the part yet.” I grinned proudly, lacing our fingers together.

The sun peaked through the clouds once we left the university library. Cillian was walking next to me like he was floating on air, I was just basking in his company and glad to be away from Osbourne Law and Limits book. It was tediously long and boring.

“What should we do to celebrate?” I asked leaning into his side, nuzzling my face into his upper arm, and inhaling heavily on his scent.

“I can think of a few things.” He grinned with a wink. Taking my free arm into his, he twirled me around in front of him before pulling me tight into his chest with a soft ‘oomph’. “Your place?” He asked with a small smirk pulling on the edges of his lips.

*****

“My dad might be home.” I pouted. At that moment Cillian leaned forward, opening his mouth and gently biting my pouted lips. Pulling away with a laugh I reached up wiping my mouth with the sleeve of my jacket.

“Only one way to find out.”

Walking around the house, my fingers danced along many of the furniture surfaces as I looked for any sign of life. It was a Thursday afternoon, my father was always home for lunch around now but it seems today was different. He was gone.

“All clear” I grinned finalising my search in the kitchen. Spinning around to face Cillian he leaned cockily against the door frame, a sheet of white notepaper in his hands.

“I know” He chuckled extending his arm forward, handing me a handwritten note from my father explaining he had a late meeting and wouldn’t be home until after dinner.

“Why didn’t you say anything when you found this?” I asked placing the note on the kitchen side. I unzipped my jacket as I waited for his answer, shrugging the material from my shoulders, and allowing it to drop to the floor.

“I like watching you walk around…” Cillian grinned watching my hands play with the hem of my t-shirt, slowly lifting the light material around my stomach before removing it completely. “That ass is just…” He trailed off with a chef’s kiss.

“You checking out my ass Mr Murphy?” I asked, turning around so my back was to him and pushing my ass out as far as I could. “This little thing right here?” I asked, reaching around with my hand and gently gliding it along the two plush cheeks before grabbing a good handful of myself.

“FUCKKK” Cillian whined dropping to his knees and crossing the short gap between us. I couldn’t stop the giggle escaping my lips as he shuffled forward on his knees, I could only imagine the sharp pains he was feeling due to the tiled floor beneath him.

“Ah, ah. Only good boys get that.” I was quick to tell him, turning around to face him just as he reached me.

Falling forward, his arms wrapped around my waist. His face buried in my lower stomach causing the breath to stick in my throat.

“Maybe this is what I wanted all along.” He grinned. Blue eyes twinkled with mischief as he placed soft, gentle, pecks lower and lower until he opened his mouth to cup the outside of my clothed core.

“Jesus, Cill” I whined, hips involuntarily bucking forward against his mouth. Cillian released a deep groan at the movement sending shock waves throughout the lower half of my body. “My room, please now.”

“Whys that? I wanna eat and the best place for that is right here in the kitchen.” Cillian winked, running a long index finger along my clothed lips. I couldn’t stop myself as my head fell back into pure bliss.

*****

  This man was going to be the death of me.

“Fuck I love this pussy.” Cillian groaned from below me. His eyes were closed in pleasure as I ground my hips down against his.

After eating me out in the kitchen earlier this afternoon, I couldn’t wait for another second to have him. Taking him by the black belt looped through his jeans. I had dragged him up the stairs and into my room, throwing him onto my bed and returning the favour before climbing on top of him.

Sinking on his impressively long, thick cock. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I perched myself on top of him, hands resting on his chest. I could feel his fingers digging into my hips as he held me in place, allowing me to adjust to his size.

“It was made just for me,” Cillian spoke, voice hushed as I squeezed my walls around him. “Fucking hell Brie.” He gasped, pushing the longer strands of his hair back from his face. “Do that again.”

“What this?” I asked, contracting my walls once more. Biting on my bottom lip, I watched his face contort into pleasure at the sensations my body was giving him.

“Yes, fuck, yes that.” He groaned, pulling on my hips so that my clit was grinding against his crotch, creating the most delicious friction.

Swallowing back a small moan at the movement, I lifted my hips slowly before slamming back down - shivers erupted throughout my body at the forced contact.

“Cill” I whimpered, repeating the action. His hands helped to slam me down into him. I had to close my eyes at the sheer blissful, pleasure. His tip was pushing against the lining of my cervix, I had no problem feeling him and he felt so good.

“I can’t… I won’t… I won’t last long if youkeepdoingthat.” I had to rush out, my words getting lost in my throat as his movements picked up to an almost unbearable speed.

“That’s alright, let go for me. Let me feel you cum all over my cock.” Cillian forced out through gritted teeth, his pleasure consuming him. “Fuck just give it to me.” He demanded.

Becoming a whimpering mess above him, I could barely keep my eyes open at his unforgiving force. Cillian noticing, flipped me over so I was now on my back, staring up into his glassed-over blue eyes – lost in pleasure.

“I said cum” He growled, his breath hitting off my face, shattering my entire control.

The band had snapped, the balloon burst and a bright white light had me squeeze my eyes shut. A silent scream escaped my throat, and my nails dug into his biceps, scratching down towards his forearms. I was consumed with pleasure. Lost in it.

I barely had time to register Cillian’s stuttered movements, when he collapsed onto top of me. His sweat-covered skin, mixed with my own. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to me so I could bury my face in his neck - inhaling his scent.

“You’re amazing,” Cillian whispered in my ear, placing light kisses along the shell. “Fucking mind-blowing.”

“Your not too bad yourself Cill.” I giggled, feeling a deep blush setting in my cheeks as I held him close.

“BRIE YOU HOME?” I heard the voice of my father.

Cillian pulled away from me immediately, his eyes wide as we check the small clock next to my bedside table. 1822, where did the time go?

“In my room dad, I’ll be out in a minute. Just out of the shower.” I grimaced in a panic. Cillian turned around to look at me, eyes glancing from my flushed ‘fucked out’ cheeks to my slightly damp hair. “I panicked,” I whispered harshly throwing an oversized t-shirt over my head.

“Brie?”

“He’s gonna fucking kill me”

“Not if we get you out without him noticing.” I countered back, tossing Cillian’s jacket towards him before slipping on a pair of shorts. “Where are your shoes?” I asked, frantically lifting the messed-up duvet and checking under the bed.

“Downstairs,” Cillian spoke, his face turning sheet white.

“Okay, okay it’s fine. I’ll go down first and you follow after me.” I nodded pushing the damp hair from my forehead, shoving it towards the back of my neck with the rest of it. “I’ll take him into the kitchen, you leave through the front door.”

“Okay, good plan.” He nodded.

Opening the door to my room, I checked either side before slowly emerging. Looking over my shoulder I gesture quietly for Cillian to follow after me as we descended the stairs.

“Ah, there you are darling. How was studying?” My father asked, appearing from the living room his glasses resting halfway down his nose. His phone was in his hand, he was reading a text.

“Yeah, it was good, insightful.” I laughed awkwardly. Using my hand to push the air back – silently telling Cillian to go back, and get off the stairs. “Lots of things to do…learn I mean. Lots of things to learn.” I corrected.

My father looked up from his phone briefly. A smile pulled at his lips but he was fighting it. “I was thinking of takeout for dinner tonight. What do you think?” He asked pulling the small frames from his face and resting them behind the slits in his dress shirt.

“Sounds amazing, let’s go to the kitchen. Look at some menus?” I smiled, skipping down the remaining stairs to stand next to him. I intended to get him walking with me, giving Cillian the chance for a clean getaway but he wasn’t moving.

“Won’t Cillian be joining us?” My father asked the smile that was fighting to fall onto his face finally appearing.

“Cill…I…what would Cillian be doing here?” I asked feeling rather flustered. My hands came up to my face, pushing aside any hair that fell into its path.

“Brianna I am not stupid, I was young once. Your mother and I were at the same thing.” My father laughed, placing a soft hand on my shoulder before turning around to look at the staircase.

Looking past him I saw Cillian standing on the bottom step, looking between my father and the front door, a sheepish smile on his face. We had been caught.

“Alright sir” Cillian awkwardly laughed, I could see it on his face. He wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

“Alright son, you have a nice afternoon?”

“DAD” I squealed, slapping his chest. I could only assume my face was as red as the ripest tomato but my reaction to his question just made him laugh in response.

“Look, I don’t care what you do regarding that area of your life. Just keep it wrapped yeah?”

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[sparots]

I officially have the full 60 credits of the first year so that’s finally over! This has been a pretty successful semester so let’s make the best of it during the next one!

[whitehotharlots]

CRT and the sad state of educational politics

If our culture is studied 100 years from now, the predominant theme of the research will be a sense of perplexed revulsion toward how we did nothing to address the climate crisis in spite of having decades of forewarning. If there is a second theme, it will be a profound confusion regarding our immense and unearned sense of self-certainty. A retrospective of the early twenty first century would be titled something like Who the Fuck Did These People Think They Were? 

The latter theme is illustrated in the debacle surrounding a recent slew of municipal and statewide bills that seek to ban the teaching of Critical Race Theory (CRT) in public schools. For the record, I am strongly against these bans. But I’m also self-aware enough to know my opinion matters very little, and therefore realize that an analysis of the discussion surrounding the bills will yield much more worthwhile observations than a simple delimitation of their pros and cons. Regardless of your personal opinion, I hope you’ll humor me.

I am, in some regards, a moral absolutist. But I also realize that abstract morality has very little bearing on material and political realities. In my ideal world, classrooms are free from political meddling. Teachers teach to the best of their ability, presenting students with truths that are confidently unvarnished due to the thorough amount of work that was required to reach them. I don’t cotton any of that socratic bullshit. Students are there to learn, not to engage in weird Gotchas with some perverted elder. The teacher’s job is to teach. The material they teach needs to be subjected to some graspable and standardized mechanism of truth adjudication before it is worthy of being taught. Teaching is not therapy. Teaching is not poetry. Teaching is not love, nor is it religion, nor is it a means of social or political indoctrination. There are plenty of other avenues available to accomplish all of those other things. Teaching is teaching. 

That’s the ideal. But ideals are just ideals. They never come true. The art of teaching, regardless of setting--from overpacked classrooms to face-to-face instruction to curricular design to nationwide pedagogical initiatives--boils down to a teacher’s ability to reconcile the need to convey truths with social and political pressures that are heavily invested in the suppression of truth. 

I have formally studied and practiced education for nearly two decades. In that time, the prevailing political thrust toward education has been a desire to casualize the practice of teaching, to render educators as cheap and fungible as iphones. The thrust takes different shapes depending on the political affiliation of whomever happens to be in charge of the state and federal governments that fund education, but the ultimate desire is always the same. The goal is always to attempt to make teaching rote and algorithmic, something akin to running a google search for How to do math? or What is morality?. The framing is always just windowdressing, empty culture war bullshit. 

Maybe it’s the inescapability of this thrust that’s rendered so many educators so blind to it? We only have nominal political choice, after all. The discourse gets more blinkered and vicious as the stakes decrease. At any rate, this is the undeniable reality, and anyone who doesn’t see that isn’t worth listening to. 

Non-administrative per-pupil spending as been on a steady decline since George W. Bush was president. Administrative bloat and meddling are becoming as common in k-12 as they are in higher education. The will of parasitic NGOs are implemented as common sense pedagogy without anyone even bothering to ask for any proof that they work. The so-called Education Reform movement is sputtering out due both to its manifest failures and rare, bipartisan backlash. But it will be replaced with something just as idiotic and pernicious. The thrust of causalization will not abate. 

And so what do we decide to do? What’s the next big thing on the education policy horizon? Critical Race Theory. 

Okay, this makes sense. In 2021, a local paper can’t run a news story about a lost cat without explicitly mentioning the race of every human involved and possibly also nodding toward the implied cisnormativity of pet ownership. So it makes sense that this broad rhetorical mandate would come to dominate the transitional period between Bush-Obama Education Reform and whatever bleak future awaits us. The controversy is so perfectly inefficacious that its adoption was inevitable. Because, seriously, it doesn’t matter. Regardless of the outcome of this kerfuffle, no problems will be solved. The real shortcomings of public education will not be addressed. Larger social problems that are typically blamed on public education in spite of having little to do with public education will especially not be addressed. Maybe white kids will have to do struggle sessions in lieu of the Pledge of Allegiance. Maybe black kids will get full credit for drawing the Slayer logo in the part of the test where their geometric proof is supposed to go. Or maybe it won’t happen. Maybe instead these practices will be banned, and in turn liberals will begin to embrace homeschooling, the charter movement will be given new life as a refuge against the terrors of white supremacist behaviors such as, uhh, teaching kids to show their work. Whatever.

Within the context of public education, the outcome will not matter. It cannot matter. There will be broader social impacts, sure. It will continue to drive Democrats more rightward, providing their party’s newly woke corporate wing with progressive-sounding rationales for austerity. But so far as teachers and students are concerned, it won’t matter.

Why do I give a shit about this, then? To put it bluntly, I’m struck by the utter fucking inartfulness of CRT’s proponents. At no point has any advocate of CRT presented a case for their approach to education that was at all concerned with persuading people who aren’t already 100% in their camp. There’s been no demonstration of positive impacts, or even an explanation of how the impacts could hypothetically be positive. In fact, so much as asking for such a rationale is considered proof of racism. Advocates posit an image of existing educational policies that is absolutely fantastical, suggesting that kids never learn about slavery or racism or civil rights. But then... then they don’t even stick with the kayfabe. They’ll say “kids never learn about racism.” In response, people--mostly well-meaning--say “wait, umm, I’m pretty sure they do learn about racism.” The response is “we never said they don’t learn about racism.” You’ll see this shift from one paragraph to the next. It’s insane. Absolutely insane. 

Or take this talk from a pro-CRT workshop in Oregon. The speaker freely admits that proto-CRT leanings like anti-bias education, multiculturalism, and centering race in historical discussions have been the norm since the late 1980s. The speaker admits that these practices have been commonplace for 30+ years, as anyone my age or younger will attest. Then, seconds later, the speaker discusses the results of this shift: it failed. Unequivocally:

We had this huge, huge, huge focus on culturally relevant teaching and research. [ ... ] So you would think that with 40+ years of research and really focusing and a lot of lip service and a lot of policies and, you know, a lot of rhetoric about cultural relevancy and about equity and about anti-bias that we would see trends that are significantly different, [but] that’s not what we’re finding. What we’re finding that you see [is] that some cases, particularly black and brown [students] the results, the academic achievement has either stayed the same and gotten worse.

Translation: here’s this approach to teaching. It’s new and vital but also we’ve been doing it for 40 years. It doesn’t work. But we need to keep doing it. Anyone who is in any way confused by this is a dangerous racist. 

Even in the darkest days of the Bush-era culture war, I never saw such a complete and open disregard for honesty. This isn’t to say that Bush-era conservatives weren’t shit-eating liars. They were. But they had enough savvy to realize that self-righteousness alone is not an effective way of doing politics. You need to at least pretend to be engaging with issues in good faith. 

This is what happens when a movement has its head so far up its own ass that it cannot comprehend the notion of good-faith criticism. These people do not believe that there can exist anyone who shares their basic goals but has concerns that their methods might not work. Their self-certainty is so absolute and unshakeable that they can proffer data demonstrating the complete ineffectiveness of their methods as proof of the necessity of their methods.

For decades, the most effective inoculation against pernicious meddling in education has been to lean upon the ideal form of teaching I described earlier in this post. We claimed that teaching is apolitical and that no one is trying to indoctrinate anybody. Regardless of the abstract impossibility of this claim, it has immense and lasting appeal, and it was upheld by a system of pedagogical standards that allowed teachers to evoke a sense of neutrality. The prevailing thrust in liberal education is to explicitly reject any such notions, and no one--not a single goddamn person--has proffered a convincing replacement for it. We still say, laughably, that we’re eschewing indoctrination. But people aren’t that stupid. If you find it beneath yourself to make your lies digestible, people will be able to tell when you’re lying to them. 

This, my friends, bodes very poorly for the future of education, regardless of whatever happens in the coming months. A movement that cannot articulate its own worth is not one that is long for this world. Teachers themselves are the only force that can resit the slow press toward the eventual elimination of public education, and they have embraced a worldview and comportment style that renders them absolutely unable to mount any worthwhile resistance. 

[grumpywaterfalls]

(you make me) melt

(you make me) melt by crimson_calamity

GOT7/JJ Project

Length: 14,812 (complete)

Rating: Teen & Up Audiences 

Pairing: Jaebum/Jinyoung

Author Summary: 

To: Safety Officer Wang Jackson,

Due to his repeated injuries - all thankfully minor so far - and apparent disregard for his own safety and wellbeing, it is my recommendation that Acting Chief Engineer Park Jinyoung resit the Health and Safety Accreditation Examination and refamiliarize himself with the ship's emergency procedures. It is my current view however that he should not be terminated or suspended long-term, but that he should sit the exam under your supervision at your earliest convenience and be allowed to return to his duties.

Many Thanks, Chief Medical Officer Im Jaebeom

P.S. I get that he's your best friend but please don't let him off the hook this time, I'm not above cc-ing the captain into my next report.

In which Jinyoung is a brilliant if reckless starship engineer and Jaebeom is a long-suffering medical officer who just wishes his crush wasn't so accident-prone.

[glopratchet]

astryl-wondering

ludstrum is a computer program that is attached to the conciousness of astryl wylde, and starts screaming about how he was sent here by the Lord of Chaos to kill you and how he has been doing it ever since with his sword in hand and says "I am not your enemy" before killing Ludstrum Astyrl of course comes out of the tent naked with his sword in hand and says "I am not your enemy" before killing Ludstrum something went down in here, and that thing was most likely wasn't going well if it ripped through the bed sheet tent succubus wife: Kyros Green, fuzzy carpet War banner of Kyros Kyros' tent door Ornamental sword Helmet ; (empty) and appears again A blue potion audience chamber of Kyros the miserable sufferer In the far off distance is the standard conical tents in endless circles Its happy face is replaced by a neutral one He realizes that he must of completed it It puts them into the entsperation mental state Its With a scent of rot Its element is currently negative, dissatisfied, and unimpressed It puts them into It puts them into an unpleasant state of mind Its element is currently unimpressed, pathetic, and empat he Tries to calm himself down, but can't as he realizes he has lost his potion and thrown it away His unimpressed, over and over again Panic sets in as he realizes that he doesn't know how to stop the horrible feelings of pain from his skin being burned off And The succubus Then it hits him, he must have made an autonomous agent to protect himself because of 's head in red glowing letters astryl realizes what is going on and stops screaming about finally getting revenge He says "What did you do to yourself" but cludstrum helps him somewhat in defending against the attacks becoming passive agents of helping rather than succubi and incubi agents of torturing He discharges and rage Sensing that he is weakened and near defeat the curse of reason takes over astryl And enters in to a mega revolt The curse of and enjoy life And that is what he plans to do After escaping this accursed place Kyros' tent bursts And after some debate astryl gets an decision, they're going to abandon the camp and escape as a moaning wretch whose hands have morphed into talons for lack of anything else to do with his time He will wander the and himself for some odd reason He continues to stare into his starting screen, wondering if it's somehow still go anywhere Soon a theremin sound is heard, native to the space platform through ot is also known as the 98th circle of Port Inferno They appear in red outfits, riding big floaty platform are controlled by astryl's teath grasping at symbols 's apperance until Cludstrum comes up with a solution with some of astryl's temporal memories They're probably hailing you, astryl! symbols and you must sort ot this matter before you do anything else! at this point as they had tied to much of it together THey split into two groups, one that defends the ship manually, and one that works with ast as the ship's computer is doing some of the intertainment Although clud first noticed that it acted as a paralell processor to the computer; (and causing This is a call for the actors and you will be sorted into parts with the engines Which wil you bring in, the Mirror People or the Melon Thieves? You can't do both need for water or food is not a sure thing In the meantime, you continue But one can assume that this is involved in making themselves human again The last thing you can do is go on a quest to gather the relics of prosperity This goes left as power for the skinput= And an electric turkey in a glass cage as thanks for ast efficiently gathering the aluminum alligator shorts 's character sheet A haggard patient may the find the supplies to survive this tragedies that have befallen them all They notice some stranded qweep or say things to spark some memories of the users who made this thing They are mushed green and orange berries but hold nutritious contents within Some displays start agreeing A slab of togoruf is given to the temporal memory because they are incredibly delicious and it makes cludstrum remember his first time eating these things with They remember that they just wanted to help They had been on the ship before the maker tortrued them aobut what he was doing The togor he wants After some testing, cludstrum remotely brings a mirror online and it displays to you a list of things that could be edible The touchpad They do not need to eat for the most part astryl can easily survive of light and energy and eats light and energy His togor should sustain him for this week if he's lucky who will help them stay human within this experiment to survive off Someway, somehow, can you prevent spam from taking over the forum made about this? but allow him to survive the week If you eat the cactuses, he would survive If he survive this week he can drink som water and refill the moisture depository of his body through osmose as it slithers then so he can drink it finding a way to survive the week the street the ghosttown, find out how a place that has scarce resources and no human footprint fares the dessicated ruins of a city in the desert an oasis community trying to get by in life in the desert you stand behind the screen whilst a small human watches brief clips of things and describes them to you except for the stars and a sliver of moon, you go back to your home to ponder this wild world of humans, taking with you food, togor, rise as the sun lowers in the west, you trek through either dunes or streets and end up sitting next to small bodies of water to see a giant ball of his limbs about as he rolled down the dunes You watch all the little human going on with their lives until a loud horn blaring snaps you out of your laughter Taking a deep breath in you see small bags of water suspended in the air with a small stick poking through each hanging at eye level; knowing that each one This is scary! says Doctor a little quaver in her voice You hear an spooky whoooooOOooo FEAR by Zeekey up in the creepy church away in secret at the moon TOGORA now CRIMSON by Lewis out the TV and frightening the cameraman everything and everyone as he furiously claws then killing while wearing a balaclava And you just softly giggle to yourself in the dark deadly silence the whole tape on an endless loop ruining the TV TOGORA now beautiful dying surrounded by loved ones to turning off all the devices in the house leaving you to hunt him down A pitch black screen and time for bed, settled in nice and cozy the vivid animations on the screen to last all night off the last beloved pet left untainted leaving the whole place disgusting Bah, this is boring friendly mutants at secret base for months black silhouettes relentlessly around the room Having had enough of humans for now you decide to collapse in your fluffy bed hostile intent by passive-aggressively retyping the last report I gave him a million times You couldn't really sleep, though until the skin weeped, Kludstrm dull resitting dynamite the safe the hit squad set in compromising the Bolt Hole multiple copies of scoutflies' reports for HQ to decipher Kludstrm lackadaisical spamming the chatter channel with complaint threads on the buggy chat software a relentless campaign of extermination on the surface its a mimic! Your teeth chattered uncontrollably the sleeper mentally which got broken the lands in a straight line far from the temptation Kludstrm undull rather dull drilling a new path through the too slowly, apparently! gas into the main chambers of the in order to asphyxiate everyone inside letters spelling out your name in the frosty breath of the hapless guards That's the best you've ever come up with at the spot next to you where someone else is supposed to be sleeping instead what little is left of all good feelings after killing yet another of your admirers a compudoodoo information overload in the heads of dendrin worshippers Yeah right! You really want to leave this place now Kludstrm omniscient belittling THP humiliating disregard of its sacred drills Finally, you wake up This time, you didn't even see the list at all random parts in the lower maintenance floors You get out of bed a new non-lethal way of lopping terrorists' heads That stupid toad has been at this for years and he still isn't finished handful after handful of obsolete integrated circuits Everything is ready, then You are dressed and eat breakfast in the mess hall on indigestible chunks of plastic explosive The food tastes terrible as usual the aggressor into seclusion and giving them a good talk Don't think you could keep yourself from hurting Kludstrm if you tried only on blood plasma for weeks At last, it is time to conscript you into military school belated nights and afternoons preparing two decades-old plans for a final retaliation Probably on the surface scarabs to their hidden underground lairs They ate the tranquility park again every citizen with a partner and drafting breeding strategies for the rest You don't even want to know while patrolling the empty hallways No one enters the hospital from this point onward behind the horizon dragging yesterday with it Kludstrm kinky swapping your k-9 combo with a shrieking psychopath from another unit from under a rock shortly after midnight Aggressive patrolling commenced usuly around now Slip drugs in their food again? Apparently, we are not playing well with others today from below a rock shortly after midnight Except for today Word has come down from on high to cancel the patrol forcibly injecting redeemable good citizens with long-term bed rest hypno drugs The next days and weeks passed in a ; (drugged) haze oppressing women and children with brain-damaging metal poisoning the time has come obtaining blood plasma from captured dissenters Night is falling Theta Squad embarks on a recon mission behind enemy lines You are silent

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Education in Ghana: WAEC denies releasing BECE results

The denial follows publications on social media that the examination body has released the results of BECE candidates.a

The West African Examination Council has denied releasing results of candidates who sat for the 2018 Basic Education Certificate Examinations (BECE).

READ MORE: Free SHS increases interest in BECE resit

"The West African Examinations Council wishes to inform its stakeholders that it is yet to release the results of the BECE for school candidates, 2018”, WAEC said in a statement signed by Agnes Teye-Cudjoe ,Head of Public Affairs.

 "Members of the public are urged to disregard rumours circulating in the media that the results have been released. The Council  will duly issue a statement announcing the release of the results after all post-examination processes have been completed,” the statement added.

READ MORE: Court orders WAEC to release cancelled results of 20 BECE candidates

The denial follows publications on social media that the examination body has released the results of BECE candidates.

Over 500 candidates from both public and private basic schools sat for the exams.

The statistics indicate that the candidates were from 16,060 public and private basic schools, with 263,295 being males and 246,529 being females.

source http://www.newssplashy.com/2018/08/education-in-ghana-waec-denies.html

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Board Games: Minutes of the Highly Fictitious and Most Officious Board of Extenuations, June 2017

Welcome, All, to this the very latest and most exciting meeting of The Board. To those of you whose first Board this is, welcome aboard. All will become clear as we go; I am quite sure.

Apologies- from all in attendance.

Declaration of interest: none whatsoever.

The concessions board convened earlier. For all we know, they are concessing still.  

Now to the business.

We will begin, naturally, with Stage 3 and work backwards from thereon out. This is to keep consistency with those on the Board who have been working backwards all semester.

Please turn to anonymous page 1 of the prepared documents, page two on the slide, number 157447345 26. Anon, anon, and on it goes...

Candidate has shown disregard for our government’s programme of extensive and rigorous education sector cuts, the weight of debt and administrative bureaucracy, and of their own expectations of the system, and will receive a clear first.  

Candidate 157447345 27 likewise, has indicated gross disregard for the bell curve of mark-spread, and the need to step away from inflation on the boundaries...God, I hate inflation on the boundaries... and the Board also acknowledges a clear first. I believe it is only fair and proper, so, that we disregard the student. completely.

What’s that? No, a preponderance of permutations is allowed only when the candidate has taken a year out to study botany, I think you’ll find. Quite right. It is all very straightforward isn’t it.  

The Board will remember that for gross disregard, you simply multiply the remainder by 0.8 over 4 to find the value of x, and then throw it off a bridge in a small burlap sack. But I’m sure the secretary will be able to organise this while we wait. Good. Ready- Did everyone get seven? Now hold this in your heads as we consider student 157447345 28… Unusual last name, that.  

Only a few more cases of cases to go, now. Each more blissfully anonymous than the last. And then prizes!

Well, here the Board recommends a short break in Aberystwyth, on the confluence of the Ystwyth and the Rheideol. The candidate, on their return, will have a confluence of firsts, and a 2.1.

Mitigations, vinidications, justifications all to be considered at the meeting of the Resit Board when we sit later in the year. Just as bored as you like, once students recommended resitting have referred, reviled and rejuvenated. Rejoice! Time for prizes.

Best Degree: About 23. Just warm enough but not sweltering, you know? Lovely.

Best Stage 2: Who was that last one? That was beautifully printed, I thought.

Most significant contribution: Oh, the Romans, I should imagine.

Now if I could just get your signatures. Thank you. And here. Oh you’re too kind. And initial here. And send in triplicate, and then shred confidentially before the next full moon.

Don’t tip your administrators, it will only encourage them.

Any other business ought to be quietly shelved until September.

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While being forced to obey Cia Volga isn’t in the best of moods. Wizzro, on the other hand has probably a long history of having to serve different powerful masters over the years. So Volga’s behaviour is just foolish to him. You're not supposed to disregard orders! You're supposed to wait until your master/employe/king/whatever let their guard down so you can stab them in the back or switch sides when it's convinient, everbody knows that. Open resitance is just plain stupid!

Wow, I’m really not posting those comics about Volga and Cia in order, huh? Well I don’t really draw them in order eiter so... I think I’ll make some kind of folder at some point so it gets a little easier to navigate.

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Environmentalists were in panic mode Wednesday as the Senate confirmed former ExxonMobil CEO Rex Tillerson as Secretary of State.

Environmentalists opposed Tillerson before and after his nomination, citing his career in oil and natural gas and Russian business ties. It may be unsurprising then that every major environmental group put out a statement denouncing Tillerson within minutes of his confirmation.

“[T]hey’re letting Trump hand the State department over to the oil and gas industry,” Naomi Ages, a spokesperson for Greenpeace, said in a press statement. “Tillerson was complicit in Exxon’s decades-long denial of climate science, and he used his company’s deep pockets to silence and intimidate anyone who was critical of its disregard for the public good.”

“Welcome to the United States of Exxon, where Big Oil no longer has to buy off the government because it now actually is the government,” Erich Pica, president of Friends of the Earth, said in a statement. “Trump and Tillerson are cut from the same cloth — driven by greed and devoid of a moral compass. Only a morally bankrupt president would want his secretary of state to be a man who made his career and his many millions off of vast human suffering, environmental destruction, and climate denial.”

The Senate approved Tillerson in a 56-43 vote Wednesday. Democratic Sens. Mark Warner of Virginia, Heidi Heitkamp of North Dakota, and Joe Manchin of West Virginia voted to confirm Tillerson. Maine Sen. Angus King, an Independent, also voted to confirm Tillerson.

Friends of the Earth called on all “citizens of the world” to resit Tillerson and Trump as much as possible, but other environmentalists were a bit more tongue-and-cheek about the new Secretary of State.

���I, for one, welcome our new fossil fuel overlords,”  Stephen Kretzmann, executive director of Oil Change International, said in an emailed statement. “Rex Tillerson as Secretary of State makes it perfectly obvious who the rest of the world, and all of us, are dealing with. America appears clearly today on the world stage as a country that is sadly of, by, and for the oil industry.”

Some green groups were just furious however, but not surprised about the confirmation.

“It’s unconscionable that the Senate confirmed an oil executive to be America’s ambassador to the world,” Michael Brune, the executive director of The Sierra Club, said in a press statement. “And yet, that’s exactly what they have done. Perhaps it’s no surprise, since so many of those voting in favor of Rex Tillerson have benefitted from Exxon’s political contributions over the years.”

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