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Music Shelf Review Roundup - 7/11/23

Gimpleg reviews some new music we recommend you check out!

All reviews by Gimpleg. How I Became Invisible – “Better” Philadelphia’s Emo/ Punk icon How I Became Invisible released “Better” as the debut single for their upcoming album on the 4th, and by the sound of things, Emily has turned things a little more punk than in the past. “Better” is a lot faster than anything from last year’s The Same Floor and has definitely shifted to a more punk sound.…

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Heyyyy bad omens tumblr im not finna poke the bear over here but I made this really funny thing from a twitter joke and I wanted yall to participate sooooooo

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LETS GET THIS TO 100 VOTES PLEASE 🙏

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Your favorite band and mine Suburban Legends at Old World! With me and The Ruffolos! Come hang August 11 tickets on sale now

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Antonella Ruffolo - Strike a Pose - Montreal 2011

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Mark 'Ruffalo' is from Kenosha, Wisconsin, where another family, RUFFOLO, is quite known and prosperous. So, whatever.

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listening to Paul Giamatti talk is so calming

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Addio "libro dei sogni"

Anna Lombroso per il Simplicissimus Ormai si respirano solo veleni, lo testimonia il fatto che perfino gli elogi funebri diventano occasione per prendersi rivincite tossiche. Come nel caso dell’esangue Flores d’Arcais che approfitta della sua testimonianza in ricordo di Giorgio Ruffolo scomparso qualche giorno fa per dargli del codardo posseduto dai demoni del potere e assoggettato al…

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The Benefits of Inclusive Learning

According to the Pew Research Center, approximately seven million public school students have some form of disability. This accounts for 14 percent of all public school students per data from the National Center for Education Statistics. Unfortunately, traditional classrooms often fail to provide disabled students with the facilities they need. However, many schools are moving toward inclusive learning programs that benefit disabled students.

Inclusive learning encompasses any teaching method, including lessons and specialized programs designed to recognize all students’ right to an equal educational experience. It respects the diverse backgrounds, and abilities students have, enabling participation and removing barriers that may prevent the fulfillment of a student’s educational needs. These types of programs offer several benefits for disabled and able-bodied students alike.

The most important of these benefits is that inclusive learning examines the needs of individual students. Although inclusive learning involves all students, it offers many individual components. Each student's needs are taken into account, allowing for forming educational plans that use text, oral forms, and visual forms of learning. Inclusive learning ensures that all children can attend the traditional classroom setting rather than forcing those with special needs to be segregated from the rest of the class.

Another benefit is that inclusive learning promotes tolerance and understanding. When students cannot interact with those with differences in culture or disability, they struggle to understand the differences. Inclusive learning exposes students to diversity, which adjusts overall tolerance norms and creates mutual respect beyond physical or mental prowess.

Inclusive learning also reduces bullying and teasing. According to the Special Olympics website, 58 percent of school administrators who participate in the organization's Unified Champion School Program report a decrease in bullying. These positive results demonstrate that inclusive learning fosters understanding, allowing students who may have bullied someone for being different to understand more about the person.

Inclusive learning also allows disabled students to feel more accepted in school. Segregating students into special education classes reinforces the differences between disabled and able-bodied students. This can lead to disabled students feeling excluded from activities and lessons. Exclusion can lead to feelings of isolation, anxiety, and depression, which may compound the challenges for students with mental health issues. By eliminating classroom segregation, inclusive learning ensures that all students receive equal attention and allows disabled students to integrate into traditional classroom settings and form bonds they may otherwise not have created.

Finally, inclusive education programs encourage parents to become more active in their children’s education. Inclusive education allows parents to provide feedback, which reinforces the individual benefits of these programs. This feedback allows parents to highlight how their child learns best, helping educators create programs that cater to all forms of learning. This increased parental involvement results in more diverse educational programs that teach valuable soft skills, such as compromise and tolerance, and traditional classroom subjects.

With inclusive education, all children benefit from the right to learn without worrying about opportunities taken away because of their disabilities. The approach leads to greater tolerance and understanding, creating more harmonious learning environments and reducing bullying. These programs also help tackle stigmas and discrimination in society.

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- Sticky Situation -

smut (cuck?? Idk read the summary 😭) 18+

MW2 | Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Laswell.

I’m from Germany and only just learned English, so please don’t be upset at any grammatical errors!

Summary: You are the perfect person for the job: seduce ‘Mark Ruffolo’ better known as ‘Mr. M’. You need to distract him long enough for team 141 to infiltrate the building, take down any guards in the way - and capture Mr. M alive. Thing is, his guards check on him periodically (every 15 or so minutes), and the only way he won’t is if someone is in need of his full attention and he doesn’t want to be bothered. Price had the room rigged with cameras so they can be sure the plan is in action; but a few members get insanely jealous watching another man touch you..

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“This is going to be so fucking ridiculous” you say, your face growing ever redder.

You look up to meet Laswell’s gaze, she looks deeply saddened by this predicament.

“You don’t have to sleep with him, just..” she pauses, unsure of what to say next. “Keep him.. occupied” she finished sternly.

The tension in the room is thick. No one is comfortable sending you into this situation, especially seeing fear in your eyes.

“We are going to send a.. what? 22 year old, new member into some perverts playhouse? What a damn welcome..” Gaz says to Laswell, he furrows his eyebrows.

He’s right. You only joined 141 two months ago after being recommended due to your skills as an agile sniper.

“Look: it wasn’t my decision. Unless any of you boys want to get all dolled up for the pervert?” she says, clearly frustrated as she’s had to say multiple times now that it wasn’t her call, and to not get mad at her over it.

Silence fills the room. Everyone looks uncomfortable, and most of them take pity glances at you. You bite your bottom lip and keep your gaze down.

You know what you have to do.

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The ride there was silent. Plan is, Soap will wear a guard’s outfit and bring you to the front gate as an “escaped whore”, where you’ll be taken up to the man..hopefully.

This plan definitely left a lot of room for improvement, but there was little time, and the mood seemed solemn.

“I..” you begin to speak, not even knowing what to say but knowing you should say something. Before you can get another word out, you find yourself there.

You were wearing a short white ruffled dress, no shoes. This apparently was what Mr. M’s ‘whores’ would wear.

No one said a word as you stepped out, all keeping their heads down. Soap grabbed your wrist tightly to make it seem he was dragging you back like a dog.

“Does this hurt?” he says, looking down at you.

“I don’t mind it” you say in response. “Let’s just get this over with”

You both make your way to the front gate, where two guards point guns at you, and lower once they realize a ‘guard’ is with you.

“Found this whore trying to escape. Thought I’d bring her back for a punishment” he clearly hated every word of the sentence, and his grip on you tightened right before he has to let you go.

You don’t turn back to say goodbye, instead, you obediently get pushed around by one of the guards up to Mr. M.

You track mud throughout the building. You’re totally alone. You have no one to rely on if shit hits the fan other than your own skills. You reassure yourself they wouldn’t have sent you in if they knew the danger was way too risky.. right? You think back to 141’s solemn faces: they looked defeated before we even began.

Lost in thought, but still being dragged by the guard, you get snapped out of your headspace by a knock on the large door in front of you.

“Come in”, you hear a husky voice respond to the knock.

You step into the room.. well.. you’re thrown into it basically, but catch yourself. The guard turns on his heel and leaves. You were dumped like trash.

“What do we have here?”

You turn, and make eye contact with a tall man. You never thought Mr. M would be so young, attractive and..tall. Even though the ceiling was likely 30 feet high, it still feels like he could touch it. He was likely 6’7”, had bright blond hair and cold blue eyes. They reminded you of Soap’s eyes, how you could get lost in them for hours. Mr. M’s hair was so similar to Ghost’s, it almost made you laugh. But instead, you were quickly knocked right back into reality when you remembered your situation.

You knew that 141 was watching from the cameras, which to you were quite easily spotted due to your intensive training and excellent eyesight as a sniper.

“S-sir” you say sheepishly, making eye contact with the man.

He examines you. All of you.

You stand there, not moving a muscle.

Before you can open your mouth for another word, he picks you up like it’s nothing, or.. more like you’re nothing. He treats you like an object at disposal.

He takes you over to his desk and has you straddling him. You don’t know what to do with your hands, until he moves them to your breasts.

“Hmm..such a good girl” he hums. Praise from any man is enough to undue you, but this man is super fucking hot too.

You let out the slightest whimper to his praise, which he caught immediately. You continue staring at the marble floor to your right, and your face grows ever so redder.

“What is your name?” he asks.

You make eye contact with him. His cold gaze is piercing you.

Paranoia fills you. ‘Shit. SHIT. He knows. He knows..’ is all you keep thinking, not even able to understand his question.

“Do you not know English? Wie heißen Sie? (What is your name?)” he gives you a confused look and pouts his lips.

You know German, but never discussed this with 141. You respond to his question either way.

“My name is y/n” you say sheepishly.

He hums in your response.

“Such a pretty name for a pretty little girl like yourself” he chuckles.

You accidentally loosen yourself and drop a little into his groin. He lets out a slight groan at this and takes your hands, placing them on his shoulders for you. He moves his hands down to your waist and pushes you further onto his clothed erection. He groans even louder this time.

“Fuck..” he puts out.

IN THE 141 VAN

“That mother fucker.. I’m going to kill him” Soap says, staring at the glowing monitor of all the different angles Mr. M is touching you.

His hands move off of your hips and slides down to touch your ass.

Jaws lock in the car, gritting of teeth. The only rational one right now is Price.

“When can we get this fucker?” Ghost speaks out, though it wasn’t really a question, more of a statement.

“As soon as he turns off his radio, he will have no communication to anything outside of the room” Price responds, he doesn’t even look at the monitor, only listens.

You were told to ask his name, since not a lot of people know it, especially not girls he kidnapped off the street or bought from sex trafficking. It’d be suspicious not to ask him.

“What’s.. what’s your name?” you ask looking at him.

He hums.

“You can call me Mark for our session, if that’s okay with you, princess?” you haven’t felt this kind of touch in months, even if it is from some pervert.. it feels.. nice?

He plays with your ass before bringing his hands up to your hip, leaning in and leeching on your neck.

“Let me mark what’s mine..” he says, continuing to bite on your neck.

You can’t help but let out a little moan. Your hands grip onto his shoulders and you press yourself further onto him.

“Ah..such a needy little girl, are we? Hmm?” he chimes.

It feels too good to disagree.

Your response is pushing harder onto his twitching erection and rubbing your clit with his clothed tip. You let out a slight moan at the contact.

“I bet you’d feel so fucking good taking all of me..” he can’t help but say.

You are enjoying this, but know the real goal here is the radio. If you’re caught turning it off, then you know the mission is over, and possibly your life too.

Just then, a knock at his door.

He stops kissing onto your neck, and cranes his head towards the door, grabbing his radio.

“What the fuck is it? I’m busy” his radio hisses.

The static noise on the radio is starting to piss him off.

“Don’t fucking knock on my door or bother me for the next hour” he turns the radio to ‘of’.

You get so excited, but try not to show it.

He looks back at you, noticing something is off.

“What’s wrong, hun?”

You look at him.

“I’m just.. nervous.. it’s my first time” you think of on the spot.

His eyes light up. He looks down at your body even more satiable than before. He lifts your dress up, revealing your white panties with a beautiful lace around the hem.

You shift your weight.

Before you know it, he’s lifting you off his chair to take off your panties. He shoves them into his dress pants before admiring you. Your slick drooling all over his clothed erection..

“Fuck.. you’re so needy for me, aren’t you?”

You watch him move his hands from your thigh, to his left one grabbing your ass and the right one immediately rubbing circles on your clit.

You fall down onto him, you forgot how good it felt to be touched like this.

He groans and you can see his dick twitching through his pants. “You are so fucking wet..” his fingers trace your nerdy hole, spreading it with to fingers.

You moan, and muffle it by leaning into his shoulders and arching your back onto his fingers. You know damn well what you’re doing.

You can’t imagine what your teammates are thinking at the moment.. I mean.. they knew this is what you were getting into, right? Who told them they had to watch?

Before you can even think, he throws you onto the desk in front of him.

You’re shocked, but remember not to let your reflexes hinder this. You still are wearing the dress, which isn’t allowed. He rips it off of you and starts swirling his tongue onto your left nipple.

He presses his erection against your leaking pussy and palms himself. He moves over to the right nipple and you tug on his hair.

Now the thought of your team watching you get ravaged like this was sort of a turn on. You never thought you’d find yourself enjoying something like this so much. You look to your right and make eye contact with one of the cameras. Hoping that they were still watching, you let a smile out as you moaned from his touch.

His stops contact, clearly very out of breath and flustered himself. He looks down at your dripping pussy, now red nipples after his abuse, and the hickeys formed on your neck.

He pulls off his belt, then pulls his pants off. He slides off his briefs and springs out a huge cock. Maybe 2 inches thick and 7 inches tall. His tip pulsates and is leaking pre cum all over.

He uses one hand and grabs your waist.

God.. you were hoping those boys were taking their sweet time. You didn’t want this day to ever end.

With his other hand, he slides his tip along your slit, making sticky noises..

You can’t help but buck your hips up to him, and he obliges in your request. He slowly sinks his tip inside of you. You scream in pain and pleasure from his shear size, and you’re not even 2 inches deep. He is stretching you out so well..

“You like when I stretch you out like this? Your little pussy feels so..” he groans as he pushes himself deeper “…good. So good.. such a good girl, all to me..” he keeps praising. You can’t even think straight as he pushes himself deeper into you.

Without any warning, he slams himself fully into you.

You can feel yourself stretched out and plead “a-ah! Please..ah..fuck..”

He doesn’t respond to your pleas, instead ramming himself deeper into you with every second going by making you reach your end..

You begin whining “please..PlEasE.. I’m going to cum..please” but your begs fall on silent ears.

He continues and before you know it, you reach your climax. Your walls tightly squeezing across him, and you feel him empty his hot liquid into you.

As he pulls out, an audible *POP* is heard. His eyes widen, you both try and catch your breath. You watch the cum seep out of you, when you begin seeing blood.

“I must’ve stretched you a little too good, hmm agent?” It took you a minute to register what he has said, before you look up at him and see a sly smile on his face.

“W-what..?” You respond.. did he know? Your heart, already beating fast begins to beat faster and faster.

“Let’s get you cleaned up!” He looks over at the same camera you were smiling at just minutes ago. “I hope you boys enjoyed the show!”. He picks you up. Your legs weak and drops you into a warm bath. He wraps himself into a towel and drags a chair over by the tub.

“How did..” you begin to speak.

“It was quite obvious. None of my girls are as stunning as you, and..” he grabs your right arm.

“They are branded by numbers. You don’t have one” he states the obvious.

“What about.. the cameras?” You say, dumbfounded and a bit fearful for your life.

He looks at you, still smiling. “Oh I found those weeks ago. Figured something was coming, and knew it immediately when I saw you!”

You just stare up at him. How can this man be so..charming and terrifying at the same time. Like a fallen angel.

Before you can get another word in, he’s leaves out fresh clothes for you and gets himself dressed swiftly.

“They will be here any minute I presume?” he looks down at you.

“You aren’t going to kill me?” You ask. If you were in his shoes, you would’ve kill you..

“No, I don’t do that”

That’s a blatant lie.. you know this man has killed thousands with his business.

“Right..”

You hear the door bust open and hear Ghost screaming at him to come out.

You get up albeit a bit shakily. You innocently put the clothes on that he left and walk out too, not even bothering to put your hands up.

The men swarm him, clearly wishing he’d do something so they could kill this bastard.

“Are you alright?” Ghost asks.

“Never been better” you say, leaning against the wall.

It’ll definitely be a few days before you’ll be able to walk again. And those marks aren’t going away any time soon..

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G.I. Joe vs Transformers Month! - G.I. Joe vs Predaking By Josh Medors and Rob Ruffolo

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Simone Ruffolo

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Music Shelf’s Review Roundup - May 5th

JSM and Gimpleg review some new music they recommend you check out!

Sarah Yagki – Alone In our latest interview Sarah mentioned how her newly released single “Alone” marks a new era. Yagki (and her team) have an excellent understanding of world-building. “Alone” and the music video along with it are cinematic and refreshing. Yagki’s vocals mixed with the grunge guitars and synths provide listeners an escape.  Mustard appreciates the duality of “Alone.” Sarah…

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Mark Ruffolo

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Beast Wars Source Book

Written by Simon Furman and Ben Yee

Art by Robby Musso, Marcelo Matere, Don Figueroa, Nick Roche, Guido Guidi, Dan Khanna, Liam Shalloo, Josh Burcham, Zac Atkinson, Frank Milkovich, Simon Williams, Matt Frank

Colors by Zac Atkinson Josh Burcham, Andrew Elder, Guido Guidi, Kieran Oats, Rob Ruffolo

Edits by Dan Taylor

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Model: Kit Price

Photography/art direction: Omar Jaimes

Light/digit assistant: Riccardo Ruffolo

Stylist: Floriana Serani

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"The surname Ruffolo was first found in Calabria a territorial district of Italy. Ancient Calabria was in Lecce. Modern Calabria is in the southern extremity of Italy coasting the straits of Messina. Reggio and Messina are the cities of note. This beautiful region produces wine. Olive oil and fruit. Reggio was heavily bombed during WWII because of its strategical link with Sicily. In those ancient times only persons of rank, the podesta, clergy, city officials, army officers, artists, landowners were entered into the records. To be recorded at this time, at the beginning of recorded history, was of itself a great distinction and indicative of noble ancestry and of Norman extraction. They were described as a Norman Magna Domus. Serio o Sigerio Ruffo was Marshall of Calabria during the reign of Frederido II of Sicily."

So, long story short, Mark 'Ruffalo' is another traitorous descendant of Norman ancestry, who is actually pro-Israel. He's just playing his part and not very well.

"MANY high level politicians are said to be descended from Lackland and Charlemagne"

From Xoana Ra, Twitter:

Mark Ruffalo is the whiniest bitch I have ever seen. He was always attacking Biden and his policies, which are the same as Kamala Harris' but now, he's attacking Trump. Make it make sense.