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latest refs for how blas and patri look, which i collabed with blas to draw his because backseat drawing me wasn't enough apparently /lh

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Kinks #2

(Conner Kent Smut)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to evinist]

Requested by: jasontoddloverblog

Keys:

Y/N: Your Name

Word Count: 6,602

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Slight domestic violence

Cursing

Hickeys/Brusies 

Oral (male and female receiving)

Creampie

Hair Pulling

Choking

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     "Conner, my guy!" Roy yells as he walks into Wally's bedroom. It's been about a month since our last 'boy's night' and Wally decided we need another one. I don't know why we need another one, or the first one to begin with, but I'm still here like I'm supposed to be. Even though I'd much rather be in Y/N's bed with her.

     We've been having the sex. Or sex. We've been having sex. Y/N doesn't like when I call it 'the sex'. She says it ruins the mood when I word it like that. We've been having sex a lot, almost every day.

     Sometimes, usually, when she gets into a fight with someone, we have sex more than once a day. When that happens, it ends up happening somewhere that's not her or my bed. Last time it was on the kitchen counter. I don't enjoy having sex outside of our rooms, but she does so I usually try not to worry about someone seeing us.

     Despite that, until yesterday Y/N wouldn't have sex with me. I kept asking her why and she only told me it would be messy. Her noes only lasted a couple of days so I don't think she was saying no because of me. Her reasoning doesn't make sense to me. It's always messy. We get stuff all over our legs and the bed sheets. I let it be though. Kaldur told me it's important that we both say yes and if one of us says no, then the other needs to leave it be.

     "Roy," I answer back, debating if I should also add a 'my guy'. I decide not to.

     "I hear you've been getting busy!" He cheers, almost singing his statement.

     I think over his statement for a couple of minutes, replaying the last couple of weeks in my head. I don't think anything extra has happened. I've had the same amount of missions and the same amount of repairs to do. "I haven't been any busier than normal," I finally answer, looking at the other hero a bit confused.

     "No, Sups. Busy," he repeats, singing the last word again as he pumps his arms by his waist and moves his hips forward. "You know, with Y/N."

     Once again, I think over his words. Y/N and I have been hanging out more. We watch movies sometimes after sex, or we'll take a bath together, or she'll just lay with me for a while. She calls it 'aftercare' and says it's important for our mental wellbeing. I don't see why it matters. As far as I know, after Robin and Zatanna have sex, Zatanna just leaves. But it makes Y/N happy, so I do it. It makes me happy too, I just don't understand why we need to do it. I like spending time with her, so I don't care what we're doing as long as I'm doing it with her.

     "I guess so. We've been watching movies together," I answer, assuming that's what he means.

     "You crack me up, Bud" Roy says, his words followed with a chuckle before he sits next to Kaldur on the ground.

     "Sup, my guy, my man!" Wally calls, walking up to me and placing his hands on my shoulders. "Roy is talking about you having sex with Y/N," he tells me, shaking me a bit as he speaks.

     "You guys know about that?" I ask, still being shaken around by my teammate.

     "Yes, we do. You're not exactly hiding it," Robin says, his usual smirk on his face. "Y/N's been pretty open about her hand necklace."

     "Her what?" I ask, confused once again. I'm starting to hate these 'boy's nights'. They also end with me being confused about stuff.

     "Bla, bla, bla. Enough pitter-patter. I want details!" Roy says, waving off my question. "Does she give good head?"

     "Does she taste good?"

     "Did she let you creampie her?"

     "Is Y/N your girlfriend now?"

     "Is she a moaner or a screamer?"

     "Does she look hot in doggie style?"

     "What's her body count?"

     "I bet her titties look good when she rides you. Are they soft?"

     Questions are thrown at me from all directions, and from all the teammates - well, besides Kaldur. All the noise is upsetting me. Their questions make no sense, making me even more confused. Besides, who gives them the right to ask those questions? To know the answers to those questions? Y/N is having sex with me, not them. That must mean something, right? Maybe she is having sex with them.

     More questions are asked as I stand up and walk out of the room. I don't have the patience for this. I need to calm down before I hurt someone. I don't like them asking those questions about Y/N. I don't like them wanting to know the answers either.

     I especially don't like the idea that Roy might already know the answers. The idea that Robin or Kaldur or Wally might already know. They want to have sex with her too, right? Why else would they care? Why else would they ask? It makes me angry to think about them doing those things to Y/N. Thinking about them making her sound the way I do. I have sex with Y/N, she makes those sounds for me, not them.

     Some of the guys call after me as I walk off but I ignore them. Canary's voice reminding me to take my frustration out on my punching bag fills my head. Punch the bag, not the people. Punch the bag, not the walls. Punch the bag. Punch the bag. Punch the bag.

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      "Con?" Y/N's voice calls from the doorway. It's soft enough that the sound of my fist making contact with the leather almost drowns it out. I ignore her, hoping she'll go away. Hoping that if she goes away maybe some of my anger will go with her.

     She doesn't leave though. Instead, Y/N walks through the garage, stopping right behind me. Don't do it. Do not touch me. I swear, do not poke the bear.

     "Con?" She calls again, placing her hands lightly on my shoulders.

     Before I can stop myself, I turn around, grab a fist full of her hair, and snap her head back. Y/N's nails dig into my shoulders as she looks up at me, her eyes brimmed with tears as they look sharply at me. Her jaw is locked tight as she clenches her teeth.

     "What do you think you're doing? What? Did Roy, and Wally, and Robin, and everyone say no to sex so you're here to ask me?" I snap out, my anger bubbling over despite my attempt to take it out on the punching bag.

     "Conner, you're hurting me," Y/N says, her voice calm and even. Despite that, I can still hear the undertone of fear in her words. Her heartbeat is faster than usual in my ears and unwilling tears slide down her face, adding to the evidence of fear in her.

     We stay like this for a beat, her digging into my shoulders and me glaring down at her as I hold her in place by her hair. Once my senses come to me, I let go of her hair and gently slide my fingers over her scalp, massaging it softly. "I'm sorry," I murmur, glancing down at her before focusing on my fingers.

     As soon as she's released, Y/N grips my jaw, tugging my head down so I'm looking at her. Her eyes are still watery, but harder than before as she looks at me. Anger is written all over her face. "If you ever touch me like that in anger again, you will never hear from me. You will never see me again. It'll be like I never existed in your life; do you understand me? What the fuck is wrong with you, Conner?"

     I stay silent, blinking as I look down at her. Her words roll around in my head on repeat. The situation a second ago does so too. How could I hurt Y/N? How could I use something intimate between us to hurt her? How could I lay my hands on her? Yell at her for stuff I don't even know if she did or didn't do?

     "I... I'm sorry... I didn't... I got in my head."

     Y/N stays silent, her nails still digging into my jawline as she chews on the inside of her cheek. "That is not an excuse for hurting me... but, what are you in your head about?"

     "A lot... the other boys... they know we're..." I glance away from her face, trying to urge the words out of me. Even though Y/N and I are intimate, it's still difficult to talk about, even with her. It's especially hard to talk about it with others, even Canary.

     "Well, duh, Conner. You leave fingerprints on my neck, and I tend to leave hickeys on yours. People are going to know." Y/N's hand drops from my face, making me a bit sad. I like when she's touching me, even if she's mad.

     "Oh," I mumble, looking over her neck. She's right, my fingers have left dark outlines on her throat. "They kept asking questions... about you and... I don't know why. Are you having sex with them too?" The words make my stomach feel like it's filled with stones. I don't like asking that question, but I need to know.

     "That's just what guys do. They like talking about sex. It gives them new ideas of what to do with their partners or whatever. It doesn't mean anything. They're just acting like normal people. And God no. The only person I'm having sex with is you. Are you having sex with anyone else?"

     Y/N's face is hard once the question is out, making me worried. "No," I answer shortly. It's weird that it's normal for guys to talk about sex, but it does put my mind at ease. It's not because it's Y/N, it's because I'm having sex. Knowing she's not having sex with anyone else also makes me feel good. I'm still special to her. "I have questions," I add, watching her face soften at my answer.

     "What are your questions, Con?" She asks, walking past me.

     I watch as she heads over to my workbench and lifts herself onto it. She always sits on my workbench when we're in here together. It's another thing that makes me feel special.

    "What is 'good head'?" I ask, walking over to her. I gently push her legs apart, watching for her reaction. She stays still for a second but does end up looping her arms around my shoulders, letting me know it's okay to stand between her legs. I happily push my way against her, sliding my hands over her legs and holding them against my hips. Her vagina is pressed into my groin, making my head start to fill with the idea of sex.

     "Well, head is having your genitals sucked and licked and such. 'Good head' just means it's enjoyable," she answers, playing with the ends of my hair as she tightens her legs around me. Maybe she is thinking about sex too. The idea of having it here, on my workbench, feels nice. It's a weird thought since I don't like doing it out of our rooms, but the idea makes me warm up.

     "How would that work? You giving me head?" I ask, trying to make sense of her answer and push down my thoughts until all my questions are answered. "If I were to give you this head, would that be me knowing what you taste like?"

     Y/N giggles a little, tipping her head down and pressing kisses into my cheeks. "Yes, you would know what I taste like, and if you finish in my mouth, I will know what you taste like." The idea of getting to taste her doesn't help the thoughts stop. I really want to know what she tastes like. 

     "Oh, okay... what is a creampie?"

     Her lips stop for a second before she gently continues along my jaw. "A creampie just means you cum inside me instead of on me."

     "But that would get you pregnant."

     She hums softly, placing another kiss before tipping her head back up to look at me. "Usually yes, but there's pills and such you can take to stop from getting pregnant. There's birth control but that takes a month or so to work. Or there's Plan B but you shouldn't take it often."

     I roll the answer over to make sure it makes sense. It does. It's just medication to stop a baby from forming. That makes sense. I want to creampie her too. I want to see what it would look like. I want to do all these new things to her. I want to know even newer things I can do to her.

     "What's a hand necklace?"

     "It's just a kind of nickname for the bruises you leave on my neck," she answers, loosely twirling my hair around her fingertips.

     "What's a body count?"

     "The amount of people you've had sex with."

     I think of the answer for a couple of minutes, leaving the room silent. "What's your body count?" I ask before I can stop myself. I probably shouldn't have asked that. It'll only make me angry again.

     "Two, counting you," she answers, once again making me think. Who else has she had sex with? Was it someone on the team? Was it Roy? I don't think I want to know. No, I don't want to know.

     "What's doggie style?"

     "I'll show you next time we have sex." I don't like that answer. I want to know now. Why won't she tell me now?

     "Can we have sex now?" I ask, deciding to no longer ignore the growing pressure in my groin.

     Y/N's face snaps from being soft, back to being filled with anger. "You just put your fucking hands on me and still have the audacity to ask for sex? What the fuck Conner? Get the fuck off me," she yells, shoving me away from her. I obey, backing away from her, confusion swimming around my head again today. What did I do? I know I hurt her, but what does that have to do with us having sex? We've gotten in fights before and still had sex.

     I watch as Y/N hops off the workbench and storms out of the room. I made her really mad, I just wish I knew how I managed to do that. I probably shouldn't ask right now though. I glance around the garage, looking for something to work as a distraction so she'll have time to cool down. I'll fix up Robin's bike as I wait.

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     It's been a couple of days since I managed to piss off Y/N. She's ignored me the whole time, which hasn't been easy. Well, until today. She told me good morning and let me kiss her cheek, so I thought we were making progress, but she did move away when I tried to hold her waist. Maybe I'm not making progress on her forgiving me.

     I've talked about the situation with Canary in my alternating sessions. I had a session yesterday, so I won't have another until tomorrow. Canary said when I hurt Y/N, I betrayed her trust. She also said I probably 'made Y/N feel used' when I asked for sex right after. That makes sense now, but in the situation, it didn't. I wish she'd just talk to me so I can fix it.

     We haven't had sex since the day of the blow-up, which has left me feeling very needy. Canary recommended 'doing it myself' but I don't like that idea. It doesn't feel the same as having sex with Y/N. Despite that, I'm laid in bed debating whether to do it myself. I need to let it out, but I want Y/N to let it out. I put myself in a bad situation.

     Just as I go to undo my pants, there's a knock on the door. I sigh a bit at the sound. I'm just going to have to wait for Y/N to make me feel good again. 

     "Come in!" I call, sitting up straight. I have to shift a bit to hide my personal problem, making myself a bit uncomfortable.

     The door swings open, Y/N filling in the now open frame, in an outfit that's not helping my situation. She's in a pair of PJ shorts and a tank top, showing the bruises I have left on her. I blink a couple of times, trying to figure out if I'm going crazy or if she just happens to be here at this moment.

     "I'm still mad at you," she hisses, her look pointed as she stares at me.

     "I know. I'm sorry," I answer back, trying to push down the tension in my pants and the thoughts of her on top of me. I probably shouldn't want sex this much, even if Canary says it's normal for my bodily age.

     "But," Y/N says, walking into the room and closing the door behind her. That doesn't help my situation either. It's getting really hard not to ask for sex again. "I am horny, and I want sex."

     "Me too," I race out a lot faster than I meant to. That gets me another pointed look, but her body stays relaxed. I'll take that as a good sign. "Can... we try head?" I ask carefully, trying not to upset Y/N any more than she already is. I want sex and she does too, I don't need her storming off when I'm finally getting what I've been craving.

     She thinks it over for a second before walking up to my bed. "I suppose so," she answers, her tone slightly softer but still a little pissed. Y/N drops to her knees on the side of my bed, shooting sparks of hormones up my spine. Her boobs look nice, all propped up as she kneels. "You're going to need to shift so I'm between your legs."

     I obey her, moving so my thighs are gently pressed on either side of her shoulders. I really like looking at Y/N like this. She looks so small, though that's more so me being built like a brick than her body type. I want to touch her boobs, see if they're soft like Robin asked. 

     Y/N's hands feel nice as they work on unbuttoning my pants and they feel warm as she gently runs her fingers across my boxers, her other hand laid against my thigh. I let my eyes flutter shut as I focus on my breathing, Y/N's fingers sliding up and down my clothed cock is not helping with that. After going so long without her touching me, it feels like I'm going to finish just from these small touches. She rubs me a few more times before my boxers are pulled down and pooled at my ankles alongside my pants.

     I slowly open my eyes again, noises stuck in my throat as Y/N starts running her fingers over my bare cock. Somehow, she feels even warmer now. I watch as she slightly parts her lips, her tongue sliding out as her head ducks down. It doesn't take long for her tongue to come in contact with me, the soft muscle running over the slit of my dick as her hand works up and down my shaft.

     Y/N's head tilts up some as she continues licking the head, her eyes soft as she looks at me. I open my mouth to say something, to beg her to not look at me like this or I'm going to finish too soon, but I get cut off. Her tongue slides further down, the tip of my penis pushing her lips open as she takes it into her mouth. Instead of my begs, a moan slips out, my head tilts back, and my hands ball up the bedding under me. Y/N's tongue circles around me, sliding up and down as she moves, but refuses to take more of me into her mouth. 

     Her mouth feels warm and smooth, just like the inside of her vagina, but slightly looser. Y/N moves up and down a couple of times before pulling away, her hand still working on pushing me closer to my release. I groin at the lost warmth and flip my head back up. "If you're not going to look at me, I'm not going to suck your dick, you understand me?" Y/N asks, a small smirk on her lips as she looks at me with those same big, teasing eyes.

     "Yes, Ma'am," I breathe out, my hands shaking as I reach for her. I go to slide my hands into her hair, but Y/N shifts away from me.

     "Absolutely not. You pull my hair once and you can jack yourself off," Y/N hisses, the teasing replaced by anger as she looks at me. I glance away from her, dropping my hands down to her cheeks instead before looking back at her face. Y/N moves her hand a couple more times, her eyes slowly shifting back to their teasing tone before her mouth is back on me. This time she goes lower, about halfway down me. 

     Groins and her name stumble out of me as Y/N bobs her head up and down, her hand following after her mouth over the next few minutes. Not once does her mouth pull fully off of me, leaving me wrapped in warmth. I rub soft circles into her skin, trying to calm myself down. It doesn't work though, all of it shoves me closer to my release faster than I want it to. Y/N's mouth, her hand, the feeling of her drool sliding down my shaft and pooling on my balls, the sloppy sound of me moving in and out of her mouth, is all too much, it's pushing me forward too fast. 

     Her eyes constantly scanning my face don't help either. They're watery but still soft, her pupils still blown out as she looks at me. I feel my muscles tighten, my hand automatically sliding down and softly wrapping around her throat. Y/N's other hand slides off its place on my thigh and dipping down to my balls. Her fingertips are soft as they massage me, this little act pushing me even closer.

     "Y/N..." I breathe out, my hand tightening on her throat. Her eyes stay locked on me as she slides all the way down my shaft. I can feel myself slide down her throat, new parts of me getting to feel the warmth of her mouth. Y/N's nose bumps into my stomach, her mouth and throat muscles working to suck on me as her fingers continue to massage my sack. When the sound of her gagging reaches my ears, it pushes me over the edge. It feels like she's sucking my cum right out of me. I groin again, my chest heaving, and my eyes snapping shut as I release down her throat.

     We stay still, my hand still around Y/N's throat and her throat muscles still wrapping and unwrapping around my penis resting down her throat, gags still spilling out of her. It feels like electricity is speeding through me as Y/N's muscles unwillingly rub against my sensitive dick. I slowly pull myself out of her throat, my gaze focused on her as she gasps for air. "That... that was... really good," I murmur, softly rubbing the skin I was previously squeezing.

     "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," Y/N pushes out in between huffs of air. Her head tilts down, her forehead resting against my thigh as she catches her breath.

     "Can you show me how to give you head?" I ask, gently patting the side of the bed. I want to run my hands through her hair, but she's not okay with me touching it yet, which is okay. I know she doesn't fully trust me after my actions the other day. I don't blame her for not fully trusting me.

     "Ya," Y/N answers shortly, staying on the ground for a beat before standing up. I watch as she crawls on my bed, laying herself on her back with her legs open. "Take your shirt off... please," she orders, which I obey, sliding my shirt off and kicking the rest of my clothes off my ankles. 

     "Now what do I do?"

     "You need to kneel on the ground like I was earlier."

     Once again, I listen, placing myself in Y/N's previous spot. When I'm set, she shifts again, sliding down the bed so her knees are resting on my shoulders and her legs dangling down my back. "So, now you tease me some. Kissing the inside of my thighs, running your fingers over my clothed pussy, all that stuff."

     "What's a pussy?" I ask, glancing up at her before littering soft kisses over the exposed parts of her thighs.

     "It's another word for a vagina," she answers, her hands sliding into my hair and gently twirling it around. 

     "Oh," I hum, glancing at her again before feathering my fingers over her like she did to my boxers. Y/N's thighs shift a bit, letting me know she likes my touches. "Can I take your shorts off?" I ask, slithering my tongue out and rubbing it against her flesh. Her tongue felt nice against my skin, so it should feel good against hers. I hope.

     "Yes," Y/N answers, her breath a bit heavier and her fingers tighter on the ends of my hair.

     Her answer starts my dick up again, a rush of blood running through me. I take my time, slowly sliding the material down her body. I have to move a bit to take them off, but I don't mind since Y/N's legs are right back in place afterward. Her panties have a small wet spot, another good sign. I let my fingers go back to their placement, this time rubbing soft circles into the spot. This gets me a few moans. I watch her attentively, rolling over her reactions at different spots I touch.  

     "I want to feel your tongue," Y/N says, a bit of a whine following her words. I like it when she whines, it means I'm making her feel good. I listen to her, going back to sliding my tongue over her thighs. "No," she whines again, using my hair to pull my head up some, my nose hovering over the growing wet spot. 

     I glance at her for direction, but her head is tilted back, giving me no reaction other than her chest pumping a little faster than normal. I continue my circles for a beat before sliding my tongue out again, this time sliding it over her clothed pussy. This gets me a sharp moan, a needy moan. The same moan I get right before I push myself inside her. I continue my licks, trying to remember what all the guys said about giving head and 'eating pussy' at the first 'boy's night' since Y/N isn't giving me much direction. I guess I'm going to have to rely on trial and error.

     Y/N's thighs get closer and closer to the side of my face before they're gently rested against my head. "I want to taste you," I voice, letting my fingers slide up to the waistband of her panties.

     This gets me a tighter grip of her thighs against me. "Please?" Y/N begs, her thighs releasing me a bit. "Please eat me out."

     I blink at her a few times, my fingers skirting under her waistband as I work out her words. I'm going to assume she means eat out her pussy. I'm pretty sure that's what she means. I tug her panties down, slowly, before moving around again to pull them fully off. Once Y/N is back in place, she shifts forward, moving her vagina closer to my face. It's hard to see it, so I gently push her legs open.

     I stay still, looking her over. I've never really looked at this part of her. It's weird to think this is the part of her that makes me feel so good. "Stop staring," Y/N says, gently pushing my head down. She must be really needy. I ignore her command, keeping my eyes open as I get closer to her intimate parts. 

     "What do I do?" I ask, now barely an inch away from her.

     "Lick me, fuck me with your tongue, suck on me, I don't care, Con. Just make me feel good," she whines, tugging on the ends of my hair. That's a little helpful, but not as much as I wish she would be. I slide my tongue out again, slowly moving it from her hole up the rest of her. When I get to the top of her vagina, Y/N lets out a low moan and tugs on my hair. That must be a nice spot for her then.

     I lick the spot a couple more times, Y/N's thighs tightening on me each time I do so. Yes, this is a good spot. I listen to another one of her requests, shifting closer so I can suck on her. "Fuck, Conner," she whines as I suck on her skin, her thighs permanently locked around me now. "You... I need... your fingers inside me," she pushes out, soft moans and heavy breaths breaking up her words. 

     That is a very vague statement. It takes a second for me to figure out what she means, but I do get to an answer. I walked in on Y/N's fingers inside herself before, inside her vagina, so I think that's what she means. I go to push three fingers in like I saw her doing, but she cuts me off. "Hey, hey, hey! Only one until I'm stretched a bit," she says, shifting away from me.

     That makes me a bit upset. I'm enjoying making her feel good, but I can't do that if she moves away. I work one finger into her, pulling her back in place so I can focus on sucking and licking her nice spot. I pump my finger in and out of her a few times before adding a second one. This gets me a buck of her hips and another hair pull. "Con... Con, Con, Con," she almost sings.

     I tug my eyes away from her pussy, looking back up at her. Y/N's back is arched a bit, pushing her boobs up and her head further back. I like when she does this, it means I'm making her feel good. It also usually means she'll start tightening around me. "Can... Can... you curl your... Con," Y/N starts her new request but cuts herself off by moaning my name.

     I try curling my tongue against her but don't get a response. Must be the wrong thing to curl. I go back to licking her good spot, which has started to harden a bit. This time I try curling my fingers. That gets me a good response. Y/N arches her back more, my name pulled out in a whine again. I continue curling my fingers in her, the feeling of her puffy flesh against my fingers instead of my penis for once. I go to pull my fingers out of her, but Y/N's hips move down after me. "Hey," she stutters out, the word drawn out, and her walls tightening around my fingertips.

     I smile a bit at that. When Y/N starts tightening it means she's going to cum soon, which means I'm going to get to taste her. I give her what she wants, my fingers curling against her. I keep my eyes locked on her chest, watching it heave for air as I make her feel good. "Conner," she calls again, her legs squeezing my face and her pussy squeezing my fingers. I let my eyes drop down, watching as her cum spills out onto her thighs and my bed. 

     This makes me happy. I get to taste her. I softly tug my fingers out of her, wrapping my hands around her thighs before dipping my head down to her opening. "Con, please, fuck," once again, Y/N cuts herself off when I dip my tongue into her. I circle it around her, licking up all her juices. My penis pulses as I slurp Y/N's cum up, letting the mix of salty and sweet overtake my taste buds. She tastes good, really good. I understand why I was asked how she tastes.

     "Please make me feel good," Y/N begs, trying to pull me up by my hair again.

     "I don't know how you want me to do that," I answer back quickly, going back to licking her clean. I would be content doing this all day long. Y/N tastes nice, she looks pretty arched up and wrapped around me, and she sounds pretty begging me to make her feel good.

     "Please fuck me. I want you inside me," Y/N whines, trying to pull me up her body again. Reluctantly, I let her tug me up her body. My dick is pressed against her thigh, my arms on either side of her head, and my chest hovering over hers. I want to feel her chest, I want to know if her boobs are soft.

     "I want to touch your boobs," I say, glancing at her before looking back at her chest.

     "Fine, fine, just get inside me," Y/N says, her hands dropping to my hips and shifting me over. My dick slides against her, the warmth from her rolling against me as my tip snags on her hole. Y/N's nails dig into me as she pushes me forward, trying to stuff herself full of me. Once again, I give in, letting myself slide into her as I work her tank top up and over her head. 

     Her boobs spill out, no bra under her top to hold them in place. I'm gentle as I cup them in my hands, her nipples hard against my palms. Her skin is soft under my touch, her pussy already squeezing around me. "I want to creampie you too," I tell her, dipping my head down to press a kiss against her lips.

     Y/N is eager as she kisses me back, her hands sliding up my back and her nails digging into my shoulder blades. I squeeze her boobs softly as our lips slide against one another. The feeling of them leaking through my fingers makes my dick pulse again. When we pull apart, I work on littering her neck with kisses, my fingers tightening and releasing her boobs time and time again.

     "If I say yes, will you fuck me?" She whines, trying to move her hips from under me. It doesn't work very well, giving her minimum friction and giving me a disappointed whine from the girl under me.

     "I'll have sex with you either way," I answer, dropping my hands from her chest to her hips. I move her slowly, helping her hips meet mine as I start thrusting in and out of her. "I just want to see what it'll look like."

     "Yes, yes, fine, cum in me, Con," Y/N answers, her chest still heaving, causing her chest to come in contact with mine when she breathes in. "Please move faster."

     I do as I'm told, picking up my past and moving her faster under me. Y/N's nails dig in deeper, sliding up and down my back as I move her. These touches hurt, but somehow also push me toward a second release. "I'm not... I'm going to finish soon," I murmur, letting my head rest against her shoulder.

     "No," she whines, tugging on me, her nails sliding to the sides instead of down my skin. "Con, I need you to move faster. I want to cum again."

     One of her hands slides down my shoulder, my arm, and wraps around my wrist. She tugs my hand off her hip, shifting it down. "I don't know what you want me to do," I tell her, slowing my movements and trying to focus on my breath. I want to last longer, I want to make Y/N feel good for longer, and I want her to release again too.

     "I want... I want you to rub my clit."

     "What's a clit?" I ask, dipping my fingers down and rubbing the good spot I was sucking and licking earlier.

     "That," Y/N breathes out, her hands back in their previous place. Oh, the good spot is called a clit. Whines tumble out of her, nails dug into my skin, and her pussy tightening around me. "Please move faster," she begs again. This time I listen, picking up the pace of my hips and my fingers. A few thrusts in, Y/N is singing my name again. I like it when she says it like this, when I'm in her, when she's whiney with needs I only fix for her. "Conner!" She whines, her back arching again.

     I look down at the spot where we're joined. Like earlier, Y/N's juices spill out, this time coating both of us instead of just herself. Her fingers go gentle against my skin, her arching falling back down. Her needs have been met so now I can focus on finishing inside her. It doesn't take long, another two or three thrusts. When I feel my release start, I thrust in, pushing every inch as far into Y/N as I can. "Conner," she whines, her nails digging into me a bit before going gentle again.

     "Y/N," I call back gently, letting my forehead rest against hers. Her eyes are soft, not the teasing soft but a sleepy, spent-out soft. We stay like this, even after I'm finished, the sound of our heavy breathing filling the space.

     After a couple of minutes, I shift, lifting myself off of her and slowly pulling out. Y/N's hands slide up me, rooting themselves in my hair again as I duck down. My head rests against her thigh as I tug her legs open, putting her on full display. Y/N looks so pretty with the white of my semen pooled in her and slowly spilling out. She goes to close her legs, but I tug them back open. "I want to watch," I tell her glancing up at her. 

     Her cheeks are bright red and her eyes a little wide as she looks down at me. Y/N doesn't say anything, just lays back down and lets her legs rest open. I turn my attention back to my mess and continue to watch it spill out. What doesn't spill out slides down deeper into Y/N, causing my dick to twitch again. "I think you should go on the baby medication," I say, glancing at her again.

     "Why?" She asks, sleepiness coating her words.

     "I like to creampie you. I like to watch it seep into you." 

     Y/N's thighs shift some, bumping against my face before falling open again. "Ya, okay, I'll go on the pill," she finally answers, bumping her legs against me again. I smile to myself, turning back to my new entertainment. I'm going to get to creampie Y/N every time we have sex. Maybe she'll let me creampie her again today. "I want to take a nap," she says, pulling me out of my thoughts.

     "Okay," I answer, looking at her pussy for another beat before curling up the bed. We'll take a nap, and then I'll have sex with her again.

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Kjøp bilde Julenisse juletre

Julen nærmer seg, og det er den perfekte tiden for å berike prosjektene dine med vakre, høykvalitets julebilder. Enten du er på utkikk etter fantastiske bilder til julekort, sosiale medier eller markedsføringsmateriale, har vi et stort utvalg som vil tilfredsstille alle dine behov.

Vi tilbyr et bredt spekter av julebilder, fra tradisjonelle til moderne. Uansett om du leter etter ikoniske juletre, koselige vinterlandskap eller glade familiesammenkomster, har vår samling de perfekte bildene for å fange juleånden. Hvert bilde er nøye utvalgt for å gi varme og sjarm til prosjektene dine.

Det er enkelt å finne det perfekte bildet med vår brukervennlige plattform. Du kan søke etter klassiske juledekorasjoner, fredelige snølandskap eller lekne øyeblikk med julenissen, noe som gjør det lett å finne akkurat det du trenger. Våre søkealternativer inkluderer filtre for farge, stil og tema, noe som sikrer en smidig og hyggelig opplevelse.

Alle våre bilder er tilgjengelige i høy oppløsning og kommer i flere formater. Enten du bruker dem til store utskrifter, nettannonser eller festlige e-kort, vil bildene våre se skarpe og profesjonelle ut, og gi prosjektet ditt den ekstra festlige touchen. Du kan stole på oss for å levere fantastiske visuelle elementer til alle dine julebehov.

Julebilder tilfører kreativitet og en unik sjarm til designene dine. Fra elegante og tradisjonelle til morsomme og quirky, har vi noe som passer enhver stil. Kombiner forskjellige bilder for å skape et tilpasset juleuttrykk som perfekt passer til prosjektet og visjonen din.

Samlingen vår inneholder også mange humoristiske og lettsindige bilder som garantert vil bringe smil. Enten du leter etter morsomme scener med julenissen eller sjarmerende øyeblikk under mistelteinen, finner du mange alternativer for å fange gleden og magien ved julen.

Det beste av alt er at plattformen vår gjør det enkelt å bla gjennom, velge og laste ned bilder. Du kan få ditt ideelle julebilde klart til bruk med bare noen få klikk. I tillegg leveres hvert bilde med klare lisensvilkår, så du kan bruke dem med trygghet, vel vitende om at alt er i orden.

For de som ønsker å legge til en personlig touch, tilbyr vi tilpasningsalternativer. Du kan endre farger, legge til personlig tekst eller lage et helt unikt design som passer til dine behov. På denne måten vil julebildene dine være like unike som prosjektet ditt.

Julen er en tid for å spre glede, og bildene våre kan hjelpe deg med å gjøre nettopp det. Enten du deler dem med kunder, kolleger eller kjære, er våre julebilder den perfekte festlige hilsenen. Gi et lite preg av julemagien til alle du bryr deg om.

Vi forstår også viktigheten av budsjettvennlige alternativer i løpet av høytiden. Derfor tilbyr vi konkurransedyktige priser og fleksible kjøpspakker. Enten du trenger bare ett bilde eller et pakke for flere prosjekter, vil du finne en løsning som passer til dine behov og budsjett.

Vårt dedikerte kundesupportteam er alltid her for å hjelpe deg. Hvis du har spørsmål om bildekilder eller trenger hjelp til å finne det perfekte julebildet, ikke nøl med å kontakte oss. Vi er forpliktet til å gjøre opplevelsen din så smidig og tilfredsstillende som mulig.

Bildene våre er mer enn bare visuelle elementer; de er en måte å uttrykke glede, varme og spenning i høytiden. Når du bruker bildene våre, deler du den festlige ånden og bidrar til å få prosjektene dine til å skinne.

Ikke gå glipp av muligheten til å bringe julens magi inn i arbeidet ditt. Utforsk julekolleksjonen vår i dag og finn de perfekte bildene som fullfører dine festlige prosjekter. Med et så stort utvalg, er du sikker på å finne alt du trenger for å gjøre denne julen virkelig spesiell.

Vi inviterer deg til å dykke ned i samlingen vår og oppleve kreativiteten og gleden som høykvalitets julebilder kan bringe. Enten for personlig eller forretningsbruk, vil bildene våre hjelpe deg med å gjøre denne juletiden minneverdig og magisk.

[poetikken]

Jeg er en slags forfatterstudent og har nå opprettet denne POETIKKEN på grunn av det følgende:

Fra studieplanen:

«Ved slutten av 4. semester foreleser studenten over egen poetikk i forbindelse med eget hovedprosjekt, som også skal relateres til relevant samtidsestetikk. Verket skal drøftes analytisk og estetisk. Foredraget skal ha en varighet på 15-20 minutter.»

Litt mer info om innholdet i eksamensforedraget: Eksamensforedraget skal altså være en poetikk over deres eget hovedprosjekt, og prosjektet ditt skal relateres til relevant samtidsestetikk. Du skal også analysere og drøfte ditt eget verk.

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Min umiddelbare respons til dette var "Yikes, ok, da er det vel best å gjøre notater om disse greiene på et dedikert sted fortløpende. Omtrent som...en blogg."

Noen ideer om hvordan jeg skal prøve å bruke denne bloggen:

-INNBOKS. Alt jeg leser, favorittverk fra tidligere, temaer jeg henger meg opp i. Her kan det også drøftes verk og grep jeg IKKE liker, og greie ut om hvorfor.

-LOGG. En slags arbeidslogg er visst lurt. Usikker på hvor detaljert eller omfattende.

-UTBOKS. Noe om hva jeg leverer til veiledergruppe og tanker om det - kanskje ikke teksten i seg selv, med mindre jeg har noe jeg gjerne viser frem. Utboksen vil også innehold ting jeg tegner for hva enn jeg velger å jobbe med.

-TILBAKEMELDING OG REDIGERING. Her blir det kanskje drøfting av både tilbakemeldinger jeg selv får og de jeg gir til andre (uten å eksponere andres arbeid, såklart). Bevisstgjøring av hva jeg velger å GJØRE med tilbakemeldinger (forhåpentligvis ikke bare furte og spise pistasjis).

-VALG AV HÅNDBOK. Første samling dette skoleåret har handlet en del om å se på og bruke bøker andre har utgitt om det å skrive, å jobbe med et prosjekt over tid, hvilke punkter som er med i en god fortelling, osv. Vi har kikket spesifikt i Save the cat! Writes a novel, fordi veileder kjenner den godt, og jeg...eier den allerede i kindleformat, gitt. Men det er ikke sikkert at JEG vil bruke akkurat den boka som mitt kart i prosessen, så i starten regner jeg med å bruke litt tid på å bla i ymse og se hva som føles nyttig for meg.

-FAG. Dette hører med i 'innboks' sånn egentlig, men jeg skal jo ha med litt faglig grunnlag i dette her, som blir artikler/litteratur om...greier som blir relevante for meg når jeg finner ut hva jeg skal gjøre.

Først må jeg jo finne ut hva jeg skal gjøre...

[trykkeriet]

Blokker - Trykkeriet Vårt - 984 02 480 / tv@bss-mr.no / www.bss-mr.no

Vi har et omfattende utvalg av tilgjengelige trykksaker, som inkluderer notatblokker, skisseblokker, bestillingsblokker og mye mer. Uansett om du bruker disse blokkene til personlig eller forretningsbruk, gir vi deg full frihet til å tilpasse både design og funksjonalitet. Vårt erfarne team er også tilgjengelig for å hjelpe deg med blokkens design, slik at det ferdige resultatet oppfyller dine ønsker og behov.

Vi tilbyr flere bindingsteknikker, med limbinding som den mest vanlige. Den gir en pen og holdbar avslutning på blokkene. Spiralbinding er en annen populær metode, som gjør det enkelt å brette blokken helt tilbake og gir rikelig med plass for notater og skisser. Stiftbinding passer best for blokker med få sider, og gjør dem enkle å bla gjennom.

tv@bss-mr.no 984 02 480 bss-mr.no Grandfjæra 28, 6415 Molde (naboen til Moldeveggen)

Om Oss: Trykkeriet Vårt skiller seg ut som muligens det eneste trykkeriet i hele Norge som drives utelukkende av dedikerte frivillige i en hundre prosent brukerdrevet organisasjon. Hele vår bedrift drives på frivillig basis, fra oppgaver som renhold til avansert grafisk design. Dette er noe vi er stolte av, men vi trenger flere kunder for å opprettholde vårt arbeid.

Våre Støttespillere: Vi er takknemlige for støtten fra samarbeidspartnere som Mental Helse Molde, Sparebank1 SMN, Sunndal Sparebank, Bergesenstiftelsen, Gjensidigestiftelsen, Varigfondet, Prosjekt Tilhørighet og Grasrotandelen. Du kan også støtte oss! Besøk https://bss-mr.no for mer informasjon.

[camenorway12]

En av de viktigste fordelene med å handle gjerder og porter på nettet er det omfattende utvalget av tilgjengelige alternativer. I motsetning til tradisjonelle fysiske butikker, kan nettbutikker vise frem et stort utvalg produkter fra ulike produsenter og leverandører. Dette betyr at kjøpere har tilgang til et bredt spekter av stiler, størrelser, materialer og design, og sikrer at de kan finne det perfekte gjerdet eller porten som passer deres behov og preferanser.

Overkommelige priser:

En annen betydelig fordel med å kjøpe gjerder og porter på nettet er muligheten til å finne dem til rimelige priser. Nettbutikker har ofte lavere faste kostnader sammenlignet med fysiske butikker, noe som gjør at de kan tilby konkurransedyktige priser. Videre, med muligheten til å sammenligne priser fra forskjellige nettselgere, kan kjøpere enkelt finne de beste tilbudene og rabattene som er tilgjengelige, og sikre at de får mest mulig for pengene.

Bekvemmelig og tidsbesparende:

Bekvemmeligheten ved å handle gjerder og porter på nettet kan ikke overvurderes. Med bare noen få klikk kan kjøpere bla gjennom en rekke alternativer, sammenligne funksjoner og priser og foreta et kjøp hjemmefra. Dette eliminerer behovet for å besøke flere butikker og bruke timer på å søke etter det riktige produktet. I tillegg eliminerer netthandel bryet med å transportere tunge og klumpete gjenstander, siden produktene enkelt leveres til kjøperens dørstokk.

Detaljert produktinformasjon:

Når du handler etter gjerder og porter på nettet, har kjøpere tilgang til detaljert produktinformasjon som kan hjelpe deg med å ta en informert beslutning. Nettforhandlere gir omfattende beskrivelser, spesifikasjoner og bilder av produktene sine, slik at kjøpere kan forstå kvaliteten, holdbarheten og funksjonene til varene de er interessert i. Denne åpenheten gir kjøpere mulighet til å velge produkter som oppfyller deres spesifikke behov og krav.

Kundeanmeldelser og vurderinger:

En annen fordel med å kjøpe gjerder og porter på nettet er muligheten til å lese kundeanmeldelser og vurderinger. Nettplattformer inkluderer ofte tilbakemeldinger fra tidligere kunder, og gir kjøpere innsikt i opplevelsene til andre som har kjøpt det samme produktet. Ved å lese disse anmeldelsene kan kjøpere måle kvaliteten, påliteligheten og kundetilfredsheten knyttet til et bestemt gjerde eller port, og hjelpe dem med å ta en informert kjøpsbeslutning.

Sikre betalingsmåter og returregler:

Nettforhandlere tilbyr vanligvis sikre betalingsalternativer, som sikrer at kjøpernes økonomiske informasjon forblir trygg. I tillegg gir anerkjente nettselgere klare returretningslinjer, slik at kjøpere kan returnere eller bytte produkter hvis de ikke er fornøyde. Dette gir trygghet til kjøpere, vel vitende om at de er beskyttet i tilfelle uforutsette problemer med kjøpet.

Konklusjon:

Avslutningsvis har bekvemmeligheten, rimeligheten og det omfattende utvalget som tilbys av nettbutikker gjort det å kjøpe gjerder og porter billig på nett til et populært valg for huseiere. Med muligheten til å bla gjennom et bredt spekter av alternativer, sammenligne priser og få tilgang til detaljert produktinformasjon, kan kjøpere ta informerte beslutninger og finne det perfekte gjerdet eller porten for eiendommen deres. Å omfavne bekvemmeligheten av netthandel for gjerder og porter er en tidsbesparende og kostnadseffektiv løsning for alle som ønsker å forbedre sikkerheten og estetikken til hjemmet sitt.

[nattatanker]

Jeg tror det vanskeligste med alt dette er å bla nedover bloggen og se at det jeg kom hit for å gjøre, allerede er nedskrevet flere ganger. Flere år tilbake. Det er vondt å se at så lite har skjedd. Det er enda vondere å se at håpet var større før. For hvert eneste tilbakefall, blir håpet litt mindre. Ønsket blir litt mindre. Og skyldfølelsen blir større. Nå er den så stor at jeg er lamslått. Det hjelper vanligvis å sove. Det gjorde det ikke i dag. Alt er vondt.  Tilbakefall er et dumt ord. Jeg har aldri blitt bra. I august 2022 var det et glimt av OK igjen. Fire uker hvor ting fungerte bra. Men ikke langvarig. Alt var på prøvd tid, lånt tid.  Jeg går på 2 forskjellige kurer. Den ene hjalp, men jeg måtte kutte ned. Den andre kan ta månedsvis før den fungerer. Jeg trodde at etter 1 måned at den ville fungere. Den gjorde det ikke. Jeg har aldri hatt så lite tro på noe. Jeg føler jeg ordentlig har begravet meg selv nå. Jeg har i lang tid, i over 2 år, sørget. Først kom sjokket. Fornektelsen. Så kom sorgen. Den har ligget hos meg lenge. Og endelig er det tid for begravelse. Det er fælt å si det. Jeg håper jeg kommer ut av den tankegangen. Jeg er for ung til å begrave den delen av meg selv. Du gikk. Men du kom tilbake. Du så lyset i øynene mine. Som om jeg liksom er bedre nå. Det er andre tider nå. Jeg tror jeg har skuffet deg. Det tok ikke lang tid. Jeg får bare ikke dette til.  Du bor hos meg nå. Jeg har ingen tid alene. Jeg kan ikke unnslippe deg. Jeg får ikke puste. Fordi du kan se alt jeg går igjennom. Du ser alle de vonde følelsene mine. Du ser min utilstrekkelighet hele tiden, ikke bare når jeg selv bestemmer meg for å vise deg den. Det er veldig tungt. Jeg kunne ønske jeg hadde et hemmelig rom i leiligheten hvor du ikke kunne komme inn. Jeg vil bare forsvinne litt. Jeg føler meg iscenesatt. Front stage. Det er vanskelig. Du er også litt vanskelig. Jeg har prøvd så mye for deg. Og for meg. Jeg prøver fortsatt. Religiøst. Jeg søker etter Gud og høyere makter nå. Jeg håper jeg får svar på henvisningen min. Jeg håper jeg kommer til riktig sted nå. Jeg må bare håpe. Selv om håpet blir svakere og svakere for hver dag. Du ser at jeg sliter. Men du må også være litt egoistisk. Bekymringene er store. Julebordsesong.  Januar 2022 hadde jeg et stort mål. Jeg skulle bli bra igjen innen året er omme. Kalenderen begynner å gå tom for dager. Jeg blir nok ikke bra igjen i 2022. Jeg tror ikke vi blir bra igjen i 2022. Alt hviler på meg. Jeg spyr.  Jeg er så glad i deg når vi har det bra. Resten av tiden er det vondt å være rundt deg. Jeg føler meg angrepet. Jeg føler meg overvåket. Jeg har ikke kontroll over meg selv. Kroppen straffer meg for å prøve å ha det bra. Jeg føler meg liten. Det aller enkleste er om du bare hadde gått fra meg. Sånn ordentlig. Ikke bare halvveis. De siste 6 månedene med frem og tilbake frigjorde i det minste noe skyldfølelse. Når vi ikke var all in. Da var det liksom lettere å være ego. Jeg kunne forsvinne lenge av gangen. Nå er jeg all in. Og jeg har ingenting mer å gå inn med. Tom for innskudd. Konkurs. Slipp meg fri. Jeg kan ikke fikse meg selv, deg og oss samtidig. Jeg klarer ikke.

[beebooks]

den lyttende: interessant person, fin fremstilling av hvordan alderdom påvirker hvordan man oppfører seg og ens mentale kapasitet. elsker at hun begynte å skulle leke med å styre skjebnen til hennes familie og venner, en edderkopp i midten av sitt vev, eller gud. og hva når de finner kartet hennes? sinnssyk ting å oppdage

losse sand: okei. vet ikke helt hva som er meningen så å si, men ikke mindre fint skrevet

barneselskapet: et kyss til vera, et kyss til anja. hvorfor har dere barneselskap for niesa deres egentlig. javel la gå. håper dere klarer å endre livene deres. men seriøst, den siste biten hvor vera sier hun er treet og at anja bare sier det samme hver gang, og anja bare gjentar henne. noe ved det var så enkelt og pent og bevisst skrevet. evocative som det kalles på godt norsk

den sovende mannen: et eller annet, kjønnsroller, mumle mumle, ungdommen som leker voksen, tja tja, frem og tilbake i forhold, bla bla, hva nå enn. ikke mindre bra skrevet nødvendig vis, bare skjønner ikke hva ralf gjør der (han kjenner ikke mannen?) og også er ikke ralf typen jeg har tålmodighet for

svart-hvitt: historier om menn som går fra vettet setter jeg alltid pris på. interessant hvordan han så på kona si som så plettfri og skinnende ren når han selv lengtet etter mørket

brev til et idol: elsker historier om kvinner som er bare besatt av en eller annen kjent person men de vil ikke bli sammen med den kjendisen, de vil bare tilbe hen og eksistere i hens verden. jeg var litt bekymret når hun dro for å møte forfatteren hun tilba men hun redda det inn med å si at hun var hans disippel og kysset hånda hans som om han var jesus og han kalte henne hans beskytterinne før han kasta henne ut. ekstremt rar samtale dere, godt jobba 👍

jeg skriver ned alle mine umiddelbare tanker om hver novelle i samlingen i notatene mine og så putter jeg dem bare i reblogs til denne posten etter hvert, null redigering, null tilbakeblikk. la oss se åssen det går

[untipomassobreelsuelo]

Noe

[microwavefood]

selves portrait

[qzwzp]

Oye Noe ¿Cuántos piratas hacen falta para cambiar una bombilla?

Noe: nyehehehehee (se acomoda las gafas) soy un pirata muy ocupado como para estar perdiendo el tiempo contestando estas cosas nyehehehe pero como has sabido apreciar que soy el cerebro de este barco te contaré el secreto nyehehehee se necesita un pirata que cogera la bombilla nyehehe otro que lo tomara para llegar a la bombilla nyeheheheh luego a ese se le unen mas piratas que los aupan y comienzan a girar para poder desenroscarla nyehehheehe BLA BLA BLA (tras algunas verdades y cientos de mentiras más tarde) nyehehhe y asi fue como acabe en aquel pescado gigante. >:3

[ahoamnk]

Uke 50 m/ Aschehoug (Uke 5 av 5)

Denne uken har vi brukt mye tid på å øve på presentasjonen som en gruppe. Vi har øvd på å snevre inn tiden til 8 minutter. 

Forrige uke uke fikk vi tilbakemelding på å zoome mer inn på det vi snakket om i flytdiagrammet, så denne uken brukte vi på å gjøre flytdiagrammet enda mer tydelig og vise flytdiagrammet steg for steg under presentasjonen.

Vi har endret naturfagsbiblioteket fra å være enda mer forståelig og vi tok det bort fra å være illustrativt fremvist til å få en mer realistisk utforming.

Forrige uke fikk vi tilbakemelding på at det at lærerens valg kom på starten i spillet var litt antiklimaks, derfor lagde vi en egen “startside” før spillet starter der læreren kan gå inn på valgene uten at påvirker selve spillet. Når man trykker på start spillet, er det kun spillet som begynner uten alle valgene og filtreringene. Vi la også inn naturfagsbiblioteket som et valg i startsiden.

  Vi har laget en visuell utforming av spillets mange ulike kombinasjoner for å gjøre spillet mer forståelig. Vi har brukt en blomst som zoomer mer og mer uti presentasjonen for å fremstille poengene våre.

Siden det er siste uke av prosjektet kan vi ikke ta med endringer til neste uke. Vi har derfor laget en slide som heter “Videre potensiale” der vi har tatt med tanker vi har om hvordan prosjektet kan videreutvikles. 

Vi har tatt frem tre tanker.

-Muligheten for å se på individuell jobbing, der elevene jobber individuelt for å så presenterer for hverandre innad i gruppene sine.

-Vi har også sett på mulighetene for ulike presentasjonsformer, f.eks. der elevene selv kan velge svarsmetoden de selv er mest komfortable med.

-Vi har også sett på konkurranse og samarbeid-aspektet, noe barna på 10 og 12 år sa at de likte godt. Kunne man f.eks. ha konkurranse med andre skoler eller andre klasser?

På tirsdag kveld kom det et utrolig spennende innslag på nyhetene om at norske 5.klassinger ligger på toppen i Europa i naturfag og matematikk. Informasjonen var tatt av Timss-rapporten som kom ut denne uken og i innslaget snakket elevene om at de bla. liker gruppearbeid godt, noe som vi selv har jobbet mye med.

Link:  https://tv.nrk.no/serie/dagsrevyen/202012/NNFA19120820/avspiller

[entoman-created-by-the-tallgreys]

Ghosted and ignored ....  🙁

Trust, Im’ma Not Going to Keep, Post, i’ll bale, every now n then. 

Reason : is 

no one give’s a fuck, on what i Say 

no One believe’s, Me. 

I’m Probably Pissing people off and Getting a Bad Rep . 

Other Might think i am Trolling ......... I’m Not 

Thay how do reply, are never Positive 

and the Data is still out there, Weather if people want to believe it or not ... 2+2 will Alwasy = 4 Weather or Not if people Don’t Want to believe, it, or Not. 

And I’m Wasting my time Talking to thin Air ... bla bla bla ing on a Internet where people want to only Hear Small talk or Shit in there Bubble. any one Doing anything Meaningful on a Nation is hated for Reason’s of .... thay got an Intelligence ...  .............. People want the fruit’s of Intelligence with out the people. 😡

Oh ! and i Wanted to Say, is. 

it’s Hard ot Let Mother fucker’s Noe, that the Gray’s Crated Humanity, Becuz on 1 side u got people think GOD ! Created Humanity .... threw Many, Many Magical ray’s Created Humanity ..... And Sex is a Sin. and all nature is sin and the universe is a sin, and love is a sin. and Happyness with out fear is a sin. and that God was so fucking stupid that a All knowing being put a Forbidden fruit in a Garden were there was not shit to eat but told the fucker’s to not Eat the Magic fruit or you���re be Special and if you do eat the fruit YOUR FUCK AND YOUR OUT ! ... but i’ll make it a Massive Mystery ... and Tease them to not do it AND IF THAY DO IT !!! YOUR FUCKED !!!! 

Bippy ! Boppy !! fucking Booooooooooooooo ! 

Yah ! that didn’t Happen, and if it did, God the all knowing all powerful, omnipresent being that is the Universe and Beyond .... is fucking retarded ... becuz even a 5 year old Human Wouldn't of Done that ! 🤦🏻‍♂️

AAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDD Then you Got the fucker’s that, Say Human’s are Ape’s. Purely Ape nothing but and ape. WHOOOO WHOO HA HA HA HA HA - 🐒 Donkey Kong, Any One ? 🎮 🎮 🎮 

Witch is Total, Bullshit ! 

Any Way, I’m Out, if i Get and or Got anything, I’ll Post. ... later ! - ✌🏻

[andreadesign]

4. FMM: Oslo League

Konsept første utkast

Tidlig i prosessen bestemte jeg meg for å fokusere på systemet. Jo mer jeg har jobbet med dette, jo mer merker jeg at hovedfokuset mitt faller på tidsrommet og hvordan appen skal fungere kontinuerlig. Hvordan kan man holde interessen oppe? Hvordan skape balanse mellom nye spillere som ikke har noen opptjente poeng, og erfarne spillere som allerede kan ha tilegnet seg flere fordeler? Hvordan få brukerne til å gå innom appen jevnlig? Dette er problemene jeg har aktivt tenkt på under skisseringen av mitt konsept. 

Mitt konsept går ut på at man har forskjellige sesonger - i første fase har jeg sett for meg tre måneder, men dette er noe man må teste og spørre om er for lenge eller for kort. I denne sesongen så tar man for seg konserter i Oslo for én uke av gangen. Artistene er delt inn i forskjellige nivå, slik som allerede eksisterer i appen. Avhengig av hvor mange i hver gruppe som spiller den uken, får man antall plasser hvor man kan promotere de forskjellige artistene sine konserter. Når sesongen er over, så kan man få med seg managerpoeng som blir vist på profilen og i en egen ledertavle. Jeg vurderer også muligheten til å bruke disse poengene til å kjøpe fordeler til senere sesonger. 

Nedenfor ser man ett forslag til hvordan man kan finne artister å promotere. Man trykker seg først inn på den uken man ønsker å planlegge, og får så opp hvor mange promoteringsplasser og hvor mange konserter som spilles i hvert nivå. Her kan man da bla gjennom listen og velge hvem man ønsker å promotere. 

Jeg har valgt å gå bort i fra “signeringer” fordi jeg synes ikke det passer i mitt konsept og det kontinuerlige tidsrommet, hvor man bare har artisten for én konsert. Derimot har jeg valgt å kalle det for “promotering” - som vil i mitt tilfelle si at man da velger en artist sin konsert som man velger å fremme litt ekstra. 

[nordic-language-love]

Nå eier jeg flere norske bøker! Norske bøker er vanskelig å finne i Storbritannia, så jeg bestemte meg på forhånd at jeg ville kjøpe minst to nye norske bøker i Norge.

Den første dagen kjøpte jeg Den Siste Magiker og Harry Potter og Føniksordenen. Jeg har allerede Harry Potter og Fangen fra Azkaban, som er min favoritt Harry Potter bok, men Føniksordenen er min andre favoritt. Jeg synes det blir litt for utfordrende til meg akkurat nå, men forhåpentligvis klarer jeg å lese den i framtida. Den Siste Magiker virket ikke så vanskelig, og det var noe helt nytt, ei bok som jeg aldri har lest før, ei bok som ble skrevet av en nordmann, som ikke er en oversettelse, og så kjøpte jeg den òg.

På torsdag gikk jeg forbi bokhandelen igjen. Det regnet og jeg var litt kald, så jeg gikk inn for å bla gjennom bøkene. Så fant jeg en norsk versjon av min favoritt bok noensinne. Den heter The Slow Regard Of Silent Things på engelsk, men på norsk er den Stillhetens Musikk... litt forskjellig, ikke sant? Og jeg å også Ptolemaios Port. Jeg har faktisk den boka på engelsk, men jeg har ikke lest den ennå, så jeg tenkte at kanskje det blir gøy å lese den engelske versjonen og den norske versjonen samtidig.

Så dro jeg til Drammen, og gikk inn i enda en bokhandel, og så jeg Nordlys. Kunsten er så nydelig, og det kostet bare 99kr, og jeg tror kanskje det blir lettere å lese en grafisk roman enn en vanlig roman.

Den siste - Naiv. Super. - var en gave fra @greenteaforbreakfast​ - tusen hjertelig takk for den! Det betyr så mye <3

Altså... jeg tror jeg foreløpig har nok å lese.

[ruinosusangelus]

(( tbh i dont agree with favourites or cliques either in roleplay

i’ll roleplay with literally anybody so long as you’re not a twat which i think is fair game, it’s just that im super busy and have like one hundred thousand other roleplay blogs so getting a starter out of me is like getting blood out of a stone 

but honestly, sup everyone hope youre good ))