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Microsoft volta a abrir candidaturas para Professores mais Inovadores do País

A Microsoft volta a abrir candidaturas para o Programa Microsoft Innovative Educator Expert (MIEE), referente ao ano letivo 2023-2024. A iniciativa tem como objetivo reconhecer os professores mais inovadores de cada país pelas melhores práticas de adoção e transformação digital no setor da Educação. Continue reading Untitled

[goddesspoet]

「 ♪ @doll-mine @mwaidie awre chu guys okay if divinia makes uss a discowrd group chat 04 da all three of us ~？」 （＾ω＾）👻 [/NF]

@/doll-mine @/mwaidie are you guys okay if i make a discord group chat for all three of us ? :3 /nf

[shadowedknight68]

TADC OC:

Blox: (They/Them)

A pile of blocks in the shape of person...sometimes, Blox is made up colorful blocks which they can reform into any shape they can think of, sometimes subconsciously, they prefer the base form the circus gabe them which resembkes a miee femine form even though originally they were male, this has caused some internal conflict as they had grown up male, yet they've always felt wrong, their always changing form maybe due to their confusion.

One of the tallest members of the circus standing two feet taller than kinger, they can make themselves taller or smaller, though it takes a lot of concentration and can lead to losing their desired shape.

While it seems like their blocky form has a limited amount of blocks and shapes they seem to be able to make more and make almost any shape...just not anything circular.

They're a bit awkward but they always try to keep things peaceful, however when pushed to their limit they tend to lose their cool and reconstruct into whatever their anger seems suitable to release their anger.

[dnddisasterpod]

Did you know...

All of our episode titles come from something someone said during the session that we thought was funny. But we say a lot of funny things during sessions! So here are some of our honorable mentions from our last episode "It's Fantasy Five O'clock Somewhere"

"Horses are also flammable." ~ Shae "And this bitch has horns!" ~ Spittle "So... What's your backstory?" ~ Miee "I'm gonna need you to do a backflip." ~ Spittle "I just don't wanna agree with you." ~ Akta "Look at him! He's emasculated!" ~ Spittle

[moomoorare]

ABHH MADONNA SANTA PUTTANA NON MI SENTO LE GAMBE LE MIEE GAMBEE MUOIO S TO MORENDO PORCACCIA PUTTANA PERCHÉ HO D ETTO DI SI PERCHÉ 8 KILOMETRI DI BICICLETTATA SE NON MI ALLENAVO DA ANNI FRATELLOO GESÙ UCCIDIMI ORA

[randompersonthattoucheagrass]

What were you doing on your phone and WHY DO YOU HAVE A PIC OF MIEE

I do not know

[mama-ghostie-61542]

Synchronicity--Chapter Twelve

Kinda fluffly, but still NSFW So NO MINORS!!!!

Synchronicity— The term synchronicity (syn = with, chronos = time) is the simultaneous occurrence of events (or coincidences) which apparently have no clear cause but are deeply meaningful.

However, please remember this small detail........There is no such thing as coincidence. Every single meeting was planned on the other side of the veil before birth. It was given to you in the dossier you are supposed to read before you are sent off to be washed of memory. 

"Actual dialogue"

<text messages>

"Phone calls"

^Telepathy^

*Astral speak*

Memory(--ie; ^Telepathy^ or “Actual Dialogue”)

Chapter Twelve

Yoongi-Seoul

                Since we had been back in Seoul, I had been working nearly nonstop. When I would finally fall into bed, I would be far too exhausted to reach for her, even for a moment. In the past, during my service, I found it torturous to fall asleep at night, wishing she was next to me. It was hell to want her next to me in the most intimate of ways for the most innocent of reasons and be denied by space and time.

                But tonight was shaping up to be one that I couldn't escape from the feeling of sorrow that had settled deeply in my chest. My tears rolled, no matter how I fought them back. I missed her so much, I felt like I was dying; like my soul was ripping itself out.

                This was a pain I knew that she had intimate knowledge of. How many times had this driven her to sweat it out in her bathtub or bawl in the shower. I can't count the times she cried herself to sleep feeling like this. I knew she had, because those days graced me with a stomach full of angry bees. That's the only way I can describe the feeling. It made me a grumpy fucker to everyone but her, and a little clingy to her.

                She, on the other hand, would be sad and morose. From the reverb between us, I could tell she was a little unsettled at the feeling, but almost instantly she had known what was happening and connected with my soul.

                ^Yoongi. Calm, Miee,^ she whispered to me from across the space.

                A fresh wave of pain grabbed me then. I couldn't help but curl around her pillow as I broke. It had only been a few weeks since we had finally physically met and I already saw it as her side of the bed, already needed her to function properly.

                Again, I wished she was with me, right here next to me, where she was supposed to be. In my grief, for that's what it truly was, I found myself screaming at Fate. How could she be so cruel as to put my match on the other side of the world, then put her through the same hell I had gone through, but for a longer duration. I had been able to overcome our beginnings, but she was humbled by them. I'd been able to read and process what had happened to us, but her.... She learned it all from the earth and research online. Her strength was all meditation and intuition, while mine was all books. How could someone like her love someone like me.

                ^Silly thing,^ she chuckled as she rolled me over to my right side and curled her spirit around me. ^You know I love more than anything on this earth. Well, equal to the kids at any rate.^

                I could almost feel her strong, gentle hand on my shoulder as she snaked her arm around my head, holding me close, if only in spirit.

                ^Sh, sh-sh. Hush now, my heart,^ I heard her say, through this connection between us. The next words she said, I felt on my forehead, ^I won't leave you, Heyhaka, not for all the gold in the world. But you must sleep, Darling.^

                ^I don't want to. I can't sleep without you. I can barely breathe. I just want you home.^

                ^I know, Babe. I know. And I wish I was home. Because I hate to see you like this,^ she whispered as she tenderly ran her fingertips through my hair.

                This gesture is one we both find comforting in rough times. I could almost feel my face buried in her neck, her soft skin against me, and the faint beat of her heart on my lips. I could nearly smell the scent of her; that distinct wafting of sweet, strong, coffee, tobacco, and the faint smell of sweat, mixed with the lingering scent of her shampoo. It's an aroma that I find both disgusting and beautiful. And I can tell what kind of a day she has had by which of the notes is stronger. Although, right now, there is another that mixes with the whole lot; that underlying sweetness of her skin when she is ovulating. It is an intoxicating mix, and I am powerless to resist it.

                I shiver as she throws her calf over my hip. I move my hand to her knee and pull her spirit more firmly to me. It would not be the first time we have been intimate in this space, and I find myself incredibly turned on and craving her.

                ^Mama,^ I whisper against her chest, suddenly keenly aware of the fact that the tiniest movement will bare one softball sized globe to the coolness of my room. ^Mami, let me,^ I start as I brush the back of my index finger over her before catching the edge of the soft, worn, cotton and exposing said appendage. ^Let me make love to you, my sweet Ghost.^

                ^Dammit, Elvis. Not right now,^ she growled as she pulled the V-neck of her shirt back over her boob.

                ^Please, Mami,^ I whispered on her soft flesh as I buried my left hand under her shirt, tenderly caressing her back, slowly stroking her spine. Occasionally, I would barely scrape the tiny bit of nails I had been comfortable with down her back, just barely catching flesh. My nails were never long enough to leave marks, but just enough to send shivers down her spine. I love it when she shivers. ^Please, Baby. I want you, so bad.^

                ^Yoongi,^ she growled. The gravel in her voice telling me she was getting exasperated with me.

                ^Annie. Please. I need you, your anchoring presence, and the tingle of your touch to burn off the loneliness in my skin,^ I whispered along the softly pulsating vein in her neck. If I play this right, her heart will beat harder and faster becoming more noticeable on my lips, reminding me that she is not a dream, not a figment of my imagination, but a real, breathing woman on the other side of the planet.

                In all truth, she is my addiction. How the world grays over time, but brightens as the cosmos explodes around me, around us. I have always wondered why colors seem brighter, more vibrant, when we are close. But I've said that about her before, at least a lifetime ago. Back then, it was that life lacked vibrancy without her. Having spent thus far deprived of the companionship of my match, I can say it truly does. I can honestly say that I would rather have a plethora of lifetimes of my Queen and her quirks than another day without her.

                She is air, because I can't breathe without her. She is water, because I thirst for her.

                ^Please, Annie. I don’t want to beg, but I will, if that’s what you want.^

                I can feel her shake her head.

                Instinctively I know what to say. ^Annah, do you doubt me or how I feel about you?^

                I can almost feel her soft smile on my forehead, ^No, Dear.^

                I look up and swear that I could nearly see her ocean eyes smiling at me, ^Then why do you keep stopping me?^

                Again, she smiles softly and says, ^I'm not, Mother Nature is.^

                ^When has that ever stopped us before, Woman,^ I chuckle against her skin. I can feel her heart pounding against my lip a scant second before I feel her fingertips tenderly trailing over my shoulder in a random pattern of swirls and waves.

                ^I'd rather just curl up and nap with you, to be honest.^

                The comment catches me off-guard. I lean back to see her exhausted. Quickly, I glance at the clock. It's 0420 on Saturday, here, so it's 2:20 pm on Friday there. She is spent from her day and just wants to sleep.

                I wish I was home.

                Yesterday, I was getting frustrated that I couldn't get something to sound right, and my temper was starting to get the better of me, when I felt her. Her energy stepped up behind me, burying her nose in the back of my neck as her arms came around me from behind, her right landing over my heart. It was instinctive to lay my head back on hers for a moment, while covering her hand with mine. I can feel myself holding her hand for a moment before I pick it up and drop a kiss on it. Next, I place it back on my chest and tenderly caress it for a minute, after which is two pats and her energy fades away.  How does she always know just what I need?

                ^Honestly, I just know. You don't need to say a word. It's in the way you stand, and the way your aura 'grunts', I guess. I can't describe it better than that. You radiate your frustration, along with every other thing you feel, and I pick it up intuitively. You do the same for me though.^

                ^Really?^

                ^Yeah. I mean how many times have you told me 'Don't throw it.' when I can't get something to go together right?^

                ^Well, big girls don't throw things.^

                She smiled, ^The fuck they don't. And anyways, big boys aren’t supposed to throw things either.^

[shafaqsa]

مايكروسوفت تتوج المستشار أحمد العمودي بلقب خبير الابتكار

  توجت شركة مايكروسوفت العالمية المستشار أحمد علي العمودي بوسام خبير التدريب والتعليم المبتكر (MIEE)، تقدير��ا لجهوده في تبني أفضل ممارسات نقل المعرفة ومواكبته المستمرة لركب التحول الرقمي في مجال التدريب و التوجيه و الاستشارات. ويعتبر وسام خبير التدريب والتعليم المبتكر من أرفع الأوسمة التي تمنحها مايكروسوفت للمحترفين في هذا المجال، حيث يشترط فيمن يناله أن يكون دائم التعلم والتطور، وأن يسعى للتعاون…

[cerentari]

Le tue mani esistevano di Antonio Gamoneda

Antonio Gamoneda (1931) è un poeta spagnolo. Figura emblematica della letteratura europea, la sua opera è stata riconosciuta tardivamente come una delle più grandi voci della poesia spagnola contemporanea. Un giorno il mondo rimase in silenzio;gli alberi, in alto, erano profondi e maestosi,e noi sentivamo sotto la nostra pelleil movimento della terra. Soavi le tue mani nelle miee io ne sentii la…

[wanderingandfound]

Am I wanting to spend less time on tumblr because I'm doing better medicine wise and thus feel the urge to do more in real life?

Or am I spending less time on tumblr because I'm nearing a permanent breaking point wrt my pain and my living space, and I find books and video games a more all-encompassing distraction from how much I struggle with permanent physical existence.

One of these has me *saying* I wkll walk mkre and apply to grad school, eith nkthing to actually show for it.

The kther side has evidence that I've played over 20 hourse of DAO snd red miee biiks tvjs hear tban the mast thrr pere

CORRECTIONS:

One of these has me *saying* I will walk more and apply to grad school, with nothing to actually show for it.

The other side has evidence that I've played over 20 hours of DAO [in the last week] and read more books this year than the last three years.

[dnddisasterpod]

I asked the TSD crew to answer this poll in character. Here's their responses:

Shae: Pass

Illie: Smash

Nathan (DM): Smash

Miee: Pass (too few tentacles)

Spittle: Hard pass

Alta: Hard pass, extremely hard pass

Jeb: PASS

I feel we've learned important things about some of our characters today. Particularly Illie and Miee.

The Death Kiss! A 10 ft (3 m) ball with retractable tentacles twice as long. They speak in high pitched voices and are a little sadistic, toying with prey and not taking fights seriously. They specialize in grappling and can drain blood through the mouth on the end! They're born from a beholder's nightmares of bloodloss. They aren't paranoid like beholders, about as smart as the average person, and as strong as a brown bear!

[dnddisasterpod]

Episode 17 Sneak Peek!

Episode 17 has been uploaded and scheduled to release next Wednesday (6/5/24)! As a little sneak peek, here's the episode description:

"Better late than never as the party finally gets their shopping episode in the Curators' caravan camp. Return to the Tears of Irelion campaign while Illie has a bird moment, Spittle is up to no good, and Akta gets to the root of her combat issues. All this and more (what DID Miee get up to in Jim's body???) in a brand new episode of This Spells Disaster!"

Tune in on Wednesday to find out what the fuck all that means! 😁

[loquefuimos]

Filogonio Naxín, Kjuabitsienra miee chjana / Cosmogonía mazateca

2022

[mama-ghostie-61542]

Third Time's the Charm

Chapter Three

Anie PoV

                Placing my fingertips under his chin, I tipped his head to look at me. “I already know. They showed me, Miee,” I whispered as I caught the wave of grief in his dark eyes. “Miee, please don’t be so hard on yourself. Rule two; Don’t shut me out. Even though I can feel a lot of your emotions and I know you can mine too, don’t try to hide them from me. Because when you do, it manifests in oneof two ways. Either it feels like static, like I have been wrapped in so much cotton wool, I can’t even feel my own emotions; or I get all of it from both of us and the reverb between us kills me. When you try to shield me from bad things, that shield is so strong it feels like radio silence on my end, like you have slammed some iron door in my face. And I don’t have a knob, much less a key.”

                Yoongi looked down again, the sorrow coloring his face, “I’m sorry, Babe. I just don’t want you to worry.”

                “It makes me worry more,” I chuckled before pausing as his sorrow started to bleed into me,  “It makes me feel like I’m crazy. It's either the crushing despair, or like I’m not enough. To me, it feels like you are cussing Fate for it being me,” I said as I looked at the floor and my toes, my own heart squeezing.

                I felt his fingertips under my jaw, tipping it up, “Ghost, look at me,” He started but then pulled me close, “You are more than enough. In fact, some days, I wonder how did the Fates put together someone so perfect for me; a treasure just for me, that no one else would look twice at. You are definitely not crazy, because if you are, then so am I. And I’m not crazy, I have the paperwork to prove it. When it felt like you were drowning in it, I was too. Sweetness, those times it felt like I was cussing Fate, it wasn’t because it’s you; but because she put me on the other side of the planet from you.”

                “Really?”

                “Yeah. Every second I was away hurt, and I know it hurt you. Thus, Rule Three; don’t ever leave again. Remember how I told you that I may say I could handle losing you again, but the simple truth is, I can’t”

Yoongi PoV

                She looked at me with her soul in those pretty eyes of hers and nodded.

                “It’s like that, Mama. I CAN’T lose you again. If something happens, and I lose you again, Anie; know that I would be right behind you. It almost killed me last time,” I paused.

                She interjected, “It did kill you the first time.”

                I chuckled, “No. That was my own doing. I was so overwhelmed by the sudden wash of grief and the loss of you that I lost myself. I did exactly what the Masters taught us not to do.”

“You panicked and rushed into the thick of the fight, without centering, and gave yourself over to the rage and pain.“          

It was all I could do to nod. “I couldn’t see through the tears on my face and the wound was still so new that my swings were far too wide, leaving me open and vulnerable. It didn’t take long before it all went black. I watched as Watcher gathered us both up afterwards. Did you know that he carried our ossuary all the way to the Grand Temple?”

“No. Poor Watcher. He took us all that way. Was he alone or did my brothers sing us across the veil?”

“He was alone. Afterward, he had the priests send a blood raven off to Elm. For a little while after, I kept an eye on your family. Your mother was heartbroken, but your father and brothers shaved their heads. Why did your nation do that? Shaving heads in mourning?”

“It’s just that, a symbol of mourning. You mourn the loss of a valued member, a loved one, as long as it takes for the hair to grow back to length. If necessary, you are allowed to keep it cropped as long as the pain is still new. In our rites, a man with daughters, with sisters, is the rich man. I will readily admit, they spoiled me, so it is no surprise to me that they carried on that tradition.”

I nodded. “It was Ata who sang us across the veil.”

“You do remember,” she said.

I smiled, “Some things. Words will pop into my head and I don’t know where I know them. Half the time, I don’t remember if I’m pronouncing them right or using the right inflection. Ata is father, Uumahchii is Grandmother, Ina for mother, and Tisch for mother’s sister. Beyond that, you have a better working grasp of it. I mean, who meditated on it for a solid week.”

“Yeah, that was me,” she smiled.

The metaphorical sun came out as she did, her dimples reminding me of Joon’s. Her frame still carried the weight of things that were not hers to carry, but that had made her a tough old bird. Looking at her, I could still see glimpses of the girl she was in our shared past.

“What happened after, after the second one?”

I looked down, almost afraid to tell her, “I’m not proud of what I did. What do you remember, I’ll try to fill in the blanks.”

                “We were being invaded and were arguing about who would stay behind to put more distance between them and the elders and children. You were trying to convince me to go with them, and I was adamant about staying. I can still remember the fur lining of your coat tickling my nose, the smell of the heavy leather mixing with your scent. Then, there was the sheer panic in your eyes as you told me that you had heard of the things they would do to a woman of my standing. I was arguing that it was my place to stay and that the children needed you.”

                Gently holding her hands, I sighed, “They needed you more. I turned out to be a lush who couldn’t function without you.”

                “You drank to forget, if only for a little while.”

                I nodded, “Not my finest moment, I’ll admit.”

                She smiled again, this time softer and a little sad, “I remember Elm cuffing you in the back of the head and he and Swan tossing you into the wagon with the kids. I remember Elm turning up his collar in the cold and telling Moose, ‘Last Shot’. Then, Moose nodded and repeated the phrase. I was standing there with Watcher and Moose watching my whole world being taken away in the back of that buckboard. There is a hole as to what happened next, but I know at some point, Moose got the rifle, being a better shot than me or Watcher. I was in some sort of ravine, and they were coming down the old, dried up, creek bed. There were too many and I nodded at an outcrop of stones. I saw the glint of the barrel and next, I wasn’t there. I could hear the report and see the carrion bird’s fly. Next was coming to with a hole in my chest and begging Moose to help me. Hearing him crying ‘I’m sorry’ over and over again before putting that Colt in my hand. I can remember him half stumbling/half running away, bawling and wailing the whole time. I remember knowing what was coming and splattering my brains over the fallen leaves on the ground. Next thing is saying goodbye, and your tears. Then nothing.”

                I drew in a deep breath; this one was harder than before because she didn’t remember much. I guess that’s the side effect of scrambling your brains. I quietly collected myself to tell her, knowing full well that I would break at some point. “Moose didn’t come back for months. When he finally did, he was completely different. He would jump at the snap of a twig, and it would send him into a bout of hysterics. Looking back now, he probably had PTSD. I can only imagine what he remembers or how he remembers it.’

                “We definitely have an insight into why Jimin is the way he is; his need to protect everyone.”

[bagelrat99]

OUH Iz MIee!

🖍️ 😊

FOrb my Frennd pool!!

[chriswoodnetwork]

Mon-El in every episode:

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