#tips for teaching special needs students

[sugojosgf]

let me feel your lips all on my skin !

﹒yaga ﹕☆ ﹟ gn · prns ㅤ࣭ ㅤׂ : ᯓ mbti ! blōwjōbs , teeny tiny hint of implīed cheating , being walked ōn! ﹐

yaga is stressed, gojo's an ass, his wife's leaving. you have to help him feel better yeah ?

"i can't stand that goddamn prick." you hear yaga slam the door as he walks in. you turn to look at him and the poor man looks exhausted.

his glasses hang low on his nose, eyes tired. his white button up crinkled and almost see through with his sweat. his spiky hair stands upright like the stress had created a field of static energy around his head.

"gojo again ?"

he drops the felt in his hand, a cat halfway made on the leather couch. his office was sparsely decorated, with the exception of you of course. you would spend all your time in there, acting as the sweetest assistant he could ever ask for.

"third time this week, he's twenty nine and yet he bails on our meetings like he's a student skipping class." he throws himself on to the couch, tired back supported with the sturdy leather. he manspreads, letting the tension in his legs fall.

you know what to do when he gets like this. stressed and high strung, desperate with a need for release.

you dim the lights first. the harsh yellows do no good for anyone. he watches you from the corner of his eyes. then, you put down the picture of him with his wife.

his lips flash a crooked smile. still so respectful.

you walk over to him and cover his eyes with a wet wash cloth, soothing the strain in his eyes. you worry about him often. he was a little too old to be taking such less care of himself.

you make yourself comfortable between his spread legs. waiting for his confirmation to begin.

"i was teaching the second years, im sweaty." he groused. "you don't have to."

you press your thighs together, you were so down bad for him. lips salivating at the mere thought of his unfiltered scent.

you don't reply with words. you press your face against the growing bulge in his pants. you nuzzle into the warmth and take in mouthfuls of his musky fragrance.

"you are so fucking nasty, goddamn." he places a veiny hand on your head, guiding you to his zipper.

you were well trained in the art of using no hands. teeth biting the zip, you drag it down. when his boxers come into view, you are quick to remove it.

his cock springs out, heavy and girthy as it caresses your cheek. his pre, enough to dirty your face almost instantly. sitting on the balls of your feet, you take him into your mouth.

he hisses at the warmth that envelops the length of his dick. his face contorts in pleasure even before you begin to suck him off.

you start off slow, tongue working the underside of his cock. you make sure to keep your teeth away as you work yourself deeper. he groans as you get closer to his abs, nose pressed against the trail of hair.

your mouth burns with the stretch. he was so girthy, your hands barely covering 3/4th of the circumference.

you pull off with a pop, growing cross eyed with his standing cock. it was just like him too, veiny and tall, tan with an angry purple at the tip.

you decide that's it's about time that you pay special attention to his balls. you drag your lips down to them and begin with kitten licks. for a man so big and powerful, he sure was sensitive.

"f-fuck...s-slowly!" he groans as you take one in your mouth, tongue swirling around. you continue with your ministrations as you suckle on him. you repeat the same on the other one until he's a twitching teary eyed mess.

the cloth on his eyes slips down and his eyes immediately zero on you. you look perfect for him like that, hands tucked under your knees.

you start kissing his tip, eyes fluttering coquettishly. you finally bring your hand up just so you can guide his own hand to your head.

he relishes in the control you give him, as he fucks your mouth. the only sounds in the room were his heavy breathing and the wet gurgle of your mouth.

"i'm close,... you are so good to me,,," he grits out. you hollow your cheeks and suck harder, trying to match the rhythm he set. he tries to pull you off before he cums but you strongly refuse, your eyes filled with defiance.

he gives up and shoots a warm load down your throat, you pull off his cock as streaks of his cum paint your face.

you look at him doe eyed, as you clean yourself up. you open your mouth to show him how good you had been, making sure to swallow everything.

"feel better?" you ask throat thoroughly fucked, your voice coming out scratchy.

before he can reply, the office door is thrown open.

"sorry for being late i guess i don't really—," the white haired sorcerer stops analysing the scene in front of him. his eyes widen in absolute horror, a sight that had never graced the strongest's features, "is this god's way of punishing me ??!?!?"

[sapphic-agent]

What's even sadder is how canon it actually is. In Vol. 3 of School Briefs, All Might tries so hard to befriend Aizawa and get advice about being a teacher. Aizawa dismisses All Might and, you guess it, criticize his "favoritism" of Izuku. Even making All Might feel bad for giving Izuku "special treatment".

It doesn't help that Aizawa says,

"If there are tips [on teaching] out there, I wish someone would tell me. We're dealing with a whole set of different personalities and backgrounds, each growing at different rates. If there were a quick and easy instruction manual for this job, society would've been villain-free a long time ago."

Which to me tells three things:

1. Aizawa is openly admitting he has no clue what he's doing, yet always act like he does.

2. He's not willing to really know his students, and prefer for his job to be easier.

3. He knows that not being well equipped to teach students of different backgrounds could lead to them becoming villains. He just doesn't care to change his way.

So we have a man who just admitted to being incompetent, but he still acts like he's more rational and logical than All Might and puts him down for trying to befriend him. And he only ever thanked All Might for his actions at Kamino Ward after he's black out drunk. Awesome.

What's so funny is that you don't even need the light novels to tell you this. It's literally in the manga. Aizawa is a piss poor teacher who misjudges nearly every situation concerning his students. But he's so arrogant about it that it looks like he's competent, and the narrative perpetuates that. Aizawa's thoughts about his students are consistently wrong, but the story treats it as truth which is what makes him seem like a decent teacher.

People who pay attention to how his words contradict what we actually see from the characters aren't so easily fooled. It's why he has so many critics here

[slocumjoe]

Companions on social media

Cait; Posts gym thirst traps and videos of her working out or getting into fistfights. Can be found in the comments and DMs of women, gay or otherwise. Lots of activity in sobriety and self-help communities. Doesn’t have a lot of followers, but does fundraiser streams for a week every three months she's sober. The money goes to child abuse prevention foundations. Her most recent charity streams had her trying to get all achievements on Just Dance after someone donated 10k requesting it.

Codsworth; self-help videos for people struggling to take care of themselves. How to tidy up, how to take effective breaks, what needs to be cleaned in a house and what supplies you need...very useful, very popular with college students and teens. Once posted a video of him going at wasps with a chainsaw and gained a million subs overnight.

Curie; children's educational YouTube channel that's, somehow, more popular with young adults. Science experiments gone wrong. Think Jackass and Mythbusters hosted by a tiny French woman who approaches everything with the joy and whimsy of My Little Pony. Her most popular videos are her 100k subscriber specials, a series where she goes ghost and cryptid hunting to disprove them and demonstrate the fraudulence you can find behind such things.

Danse; has a Facebook for work purposes. It has a profile photo only because Haylen insisted. Fears the internet deeply, thinks its the closest humanity can get to staring into the void and seeing something blink. Unbeknownst to him, there's a viral video of him teaching a workout regimen to trainees. The comment sections are pure thirst. All of his coworkers know and made an oath to never speak of it.

Deacon; Is the one who snuck into training and got that video. Posted it to r/NextFuckingLevel with 🥵🥵🥵 for a caption. Owns several large meme accounts, all with distinct personalities and lives. Someone tried to dox him after suspicions, but found all accounts had different IPs and info. He's just that good. His Facebook changes profile photo every. Single. Day. He consumes an absurd amount of audio books. Drops CRAZY money on charity streams to make the host do weird shit, like 100% Just Dance. Probably sells feet pics.

Dogmeat; The internet's darling. Nick Valentine's dog who doesn't help with catching bad guys, but with far more important things; Dogmeat cuddles and plays with victims at the scene or in court. Also trained in search and rescue. Much of Dogmeat's page is just Nick sharing important information (hotlines, self-defense, survival tips, et cetera) while petting or playing with Dogmeat. Kind of a McGruff the Crime Dog vibe.

Gage; Facebook that he uses to cyberbully cop pages and Craigslist to offer his...unconventional services (pretending to be your boyfriend at family gatherings to cause drama). His pet lizard, an Argentine Tegu, has an Instagram with 3k followers. The Tegu often wins pet competitions and Gage posts the awards captioned with 🖕🏻💚🦎💚🖕🏻. Works at an amusement park, posts tell-all confessions on Reddit.

MacCready; Facebook with friends and family, posts a lot of Duncan. His YouTube history is videos for Duncan. Lots of Curie's videos. Mac has a Craigslist and LinkedIn, does odd jobs when he isn't working as a security guard at a shooting range. Activite in communities about comics, shows, and video games. Sometimes he'll post a theory about a show or comic and he's usually right. Really enjoys the meltdowns of fandoms when the media takes a nasty turn, even if he's also betrayed.

Nick; Ellie runs Dogmeat's page, Nick just does the talking. As for Nick himself, has some pages for his work (that Ellie also manages) and a Facebook profile to stay in touch with friends and family. Much like Danse, consumes media offline—except for poetry. Most of his screen time is spent on Poetry.com, one of those people that leave comments. He likes how the internet makes information and art accessible. Very peaceful and wholesome internet time.

Hancock; The void that Danse is scared of. Also does streams, but not only for fundraisers. Streams high. Streams himself trying to find his way back to his apartment late at night. Always end up in a fast food joint, trying to convince the workers to unionize. Twitter shitposter until a politician needs cyberbullying. Organizes protests. Extremely active in Massachusetts' political scene, his fans are a force to be reckoned with. Has fistfought his own fans before. Occasionally cancels himself to prove a point. Makes mock apology videos whenever another celeb/influencer fucks up.

Preston; Park ranger and community organizer. Uses Facebook and TikTok to appeal to all ages. Is unfairly good at TikTok dances. Posts safety tips, upcoming event information, etc. Does a lot of work with Dogmeat and Nick. Posts bodycam footage of him arresting people, like shutting down fire-themed gender reveal parties, or poachers. Not a lot of followers, but the bodycam footage goes viral on subreddits like r/Instant_Karma.

Piper; a journalist and blogger. Posts videos of her political rants and makeup/hair routine. Joins Hancock in politician cyberbullying. Makes commentary essays and videos, sometimes book reviews. Appears on podcasts. Her media presence is decently known, but mild. She tries to keep herself distant from it. Despite this, has a good-sized following who appreciate the lack of parasociality. Her most famous video is her trying to find the best coffee spots in Boston.

X6-88; security guard for the Massachusetts Institute of Technology who got stuck running the Twitter when the last guy got arrested on weed charges. Piper keeps DMing for an interview and he keeps blocking her accounts. He has LinkedIn for work. Half of it is redacted and involves NDAs. No other media presence except for one thing; he's an infamous esports cryptid. Across a few different shooter games, a high-rank player called X6-88 (its just his first initial and the numbers on his security badge) fucking curbstomps everyone in the match. He has never died or missed a shot. Never speaks in chat, never in team chat. He's a legend among gamers. For him, he's just relaxing on a Friday night, keeping his senses sharp. Doesn't realize there are compilation videos of streamers raging at him.

[warren-ulysses]

Slutty girl Gao Sheng

Xiaohui is a female high school student. Because of the regulations of the school, she has to live in the school. The school rule is to arrange for students of different grades to live together, so that the elder sister can teach her sister some related things, such as homework, etiquette, school rules and sex.

When Xiaohui finished class that day, Meiru, a senior in her dormitory, invited Xiaohui to play billiards in the school gym. Because Meiru was a member of the school team, the ball skills were already very good, so when she played with Xiaohui, it made Xiaohui tired and had little room to fight. After the two had been fighting for more than an hour, Xiao Hui was already weak in her limbs and asked Meiru to have a rest. Meiru took Xiaohui to the bathroom together, and each of them chose one room and then went in to wash it.

Since this kind of bathroom only uses a curtain cubicle, you can actually see what the people next door are doing through the curtain. At this time, after Meiru washed her body quickly, she opened Xiaohui's door curtain. Xiaohui had just washed her hair. When she heard someone open her door curtain, she looked back and saw Meiru Sister standing naked in front of her. She subconsciously covered her breasts and triangle with her hands. Meiru came over, grabbed Xiaohui's hands with both hands, pulled them away easily, and pushed Xiaohui against the wall. Meiru's figure was 34B-24-36 and Xiaohui was 36D-22-36.

Both of them are quite beautiful, but at this time Meiru skillfully uses her nipples to squeeze Xiao Hui's nipples. Xiao Hui feels an electric current from the tip of her nipples to her heart! Because she has never been touched by others since she was sensible, although she has experienced the pleasure caused by touching in the past when taking a bath, she has never been so excited by physical contact with others!

In fact, Meiru has long wanted to get her hands on Xiao Hui, and she is already bisexual! She has rich sexual experience. When her nipple touches Xiaohui's nipple, Xiaohui shivers all over. She knows very well that Xiaohui will be a worthy object to develop, so he continues to move his body to have closer friction with Xiaohui! Xiao Hui's legs were rigidly separated by beauty, and then her plump thighs pressed against her flesh, rubbing her back and forth, making her eyes silky and wheezing. Her hands no longer needed the restraint of Meiru, but took the initiative to embrace Meiru's body.

And Meiru also uses her free hands to rub Xiao Hui's proud breasts arbitrarily, that pair of breasts are swinging under the scrub of Meiru, and Xiao Hui also takes the initiative to move her lower body on Meiru's thighs to enhance her pleasure.

"Ah.."

After a cry of joy, Xiao Hui reached the best part of her life for the first time!

/ / /

Since the pleasant experience of beauty and beauty in the bathroom, as long as beauty is necessary, Xiaohui and Meiru will find a secret place to take off their clothes and liberate themselves! And now Xiao Hui is no longer in a completely passive role like the first time, and now she already knows how to please each other with Meiru, so that each other can get the greatest happiness!

On this day, just after the mid-term exam, the other roommates in the dormitory had gone home because of the coming three-day continuous holiday. Meiru and Xiaohui had a special excuse to stay, and when even the warden entrusted two people to take care of the floor, they knew that they were the only ones left here tonight! This will be their paradise!

When they were sure that everyone in the dormitory had left, Meiru and Xiaohui couldn't wait to take off their clothes, and then lay on the bed licking each other's secret shellfish in a posture of 69. Xiaohui was already very skilled, and her tongue skills were so skillful that they both reached the best part in no more than five minutes.

Meiru and Xiaohui were still lying on the bed. After a while, Meiru moved Xiaohui away, so she got up naked, then took out a huge strip from her own cupboard, and then put it into her mouth to continue to lick. Xiaohui looked at the shape and seemed to be the male genitals mentioned above in the textbook, but the size was much larger! Xiao Hui asked Meiru, sure enough, this is a massage stick specially designed for girls to masturbate, and at this time Meiru inserted the tip that had just been licked into her beautiful acupoint. I don't know how many times Xiaohui had licked the beautiful acupoint. Under the insertion of that thick meat stick, it became a very obscene shape, and Xiaohui saw for the first time how a woman's hole accepted a man's dicks. At this time, when she saw such a scene, the secret hole of caressing each other with Meiru became hot again, and her fingers could not help but imitate Meiru's appearance and insert it into her own little hole. At this time, Meiru deliberately and forcefully inserted her own little hole, and then groaned passionately. Hearing that Xiaohui herself is also in love, she can't help but borrow that guy from Meiru to have a try!

When Meiru pulled out the cock, her own secret shells were still breathing open and closed, as if she couldn't satisfy the sex just now. After Xiaohui got the cock, she couldn't wait to put it in her lower body. Perhaps Xiaohui's hymen had long been broken in the past, so the cock drove straight in without any obstacles! She felt a sense of fullness in her secret acupuncture point that she had never tasted before. When the front end of the cock touched her flower center, her body seemed to have a feeling of being hit by an electric current flowing through her body, making her whole body weak. However, she looked forward to the next time, so her hands naturally continued to suck. That feeling was really comfortable, but unfortunately, her hands couldn't let her enjoy herself. At this time, she looked towards Mei Ru. However, he found Meiru walking towards the door. After opening the door, he found four or five masked and naked men standing outside!

At this time, Xiaohui didn't think that she was naked at all. She only thought of what these men were doing standing here?! Could she have sex with these men? After Meiru followed two of them out, the other three people walked in. Two of them grabbed Xiaohui and then separated her legs hard. Xiaohui's expectant meat stick immediately sucked into her already moist secret acupuncture point. Which feeling was a hundred times more comfortable than a massage stick? And at this time, she found that the two people who grabbed her were skillfully reaching out to play with her breasts. This feeling was something she had never tried when she was with Meiru in the past. At this time, Xiaohui was raped by three men at the same time! Her body had turned into a lascivious sex device. Whenever a meat stick penetrated her, she couldn't help but tremble all over. The pleasure from her breasts made her feel extremely happy. She began to groan, but after the man knew that she was happy, he began to slow down, which made Xiaohui feel itchy and irritated. She couldn't stand it, and she needed the meat stick to fuck her hard, so she began to beg these people to fuck her like a bitch. These men wanted her to lie half on the bed. Then she stood up with her legs apart. At this time, the three men took turns screwing her pussy. After each man had no more than 200 bites, another person would play with her, while the other two continued to slap her butt or knead her breasts.

At this time, Xiaohui could vaguely hear the voice of Sister Mei Ru next door who was making a fuss because of the pleasure of sexual intercourse. She also began to imitate Mei Ru's lascivious and obscene voice and asked these men to fuck her obscene little cunt hard. She orgasm, but these men did not let her go because of the climax, but continued to fuck, so Xiaohui was pushed to climax again and again by these cycles of screwing until she passed out! At this time, the ground had long been filthy by her lewd liquid and the semen sprayed out by the man, and she was lying on the floor with a satisfied smile!

[jaune-submissive-and-breedable]

Glynda teaches a secret class about pegging. She's using Jaune for a live demonstration.

Goodwitch grunted softly as she pushed the tip of the purple dildo against the puckering asshole of her demonstration assistant, Jaune Arc. The boy in question was strapped tight to a desk in the center of the classroom, naked as a newborn exposing his entire body for all to see. Mainly his fully erect 9in cock. His vision and vocal capabilities were impaired by the blindfold and gag he was made to wear.

"As you can see class, it is important that you're using a toy that fits inside, and causes very minimal pain for your partner" Goodwitch said.

"Umm, Miss Goodwitch....Isn't that toy a bit too big for him?" One Ruby Rose questioned, concern for her male friend spread across her face.

Goodwitch smirked, a hand wrapping around the massive 10in dildo, and the other on Jaune's chest.

"Ms. Rose, I can assure you"

Center the toy against his hole once more, she gave one firm push sending the toy inside the Arc in one fell swoop. His cock pulsed twice before launching large ropes of pearl-white cum onto his own body.

"Did he just.?!"

"He did! Holy Shit, He Did!"

"Do you see that bulge?! How is he taking that?!"

Goodwitch chuckled at their reactions, scooping up some of his discharge with two fingers and tasting it, "Not all males will ejaculate from insertion, but as you can see, Mr. Arc is quite special~"

She slowly starts thrusting her hips, her movements precise and delicate. The purple toy found some resistance from Jaune's tight hole as she pulled out, his anus greedily sucking it back in causing Goodwitch to smile as her detention with him clearly paid off. His moans were perfect, his demeanor wonderfully submissive, and eager to please.

"After insertion, you don't want to immediately start thrusting like an ape. You need to work into it slowly and get them acclimated to the new sensation. Taking time to explore their body and find their weak points."

Upon hearing a sharp moan from Jaune after her last thrust, Goodwitch began increasing the speed and power behind her movements. One hand planted on his chest, the other wrapping around his cock, her iron-like grip causing another moan from the blond.

"Once you find their "sweet spot", target there for the most optimal results~." She started stroking his sensitive cock, getting more moans from the boy. "I personally recommend stimulating other body parts for more lovely sounds~"

She grunted as she pumped her hips into Jaune's, slowly increasing her speed and power behind each thrust. Her movements slowly got more erratic and feral, her strapon pushing further and further til their skin collided causing loud claps to echo throughout the classroom. She hand-pumped his cock hard making him moan in a combination of pain and pleasure, promptly ignored by his teacher. The woman continued her demonstration unaware that her students no longer paying attention and took to pleasing themself at the degradation of their friend/leader/crush, and quite frankly not caring if they did.

"Take you slut" She hissed, her breathing rigid and erratic from consecutively impaling herself in her student. Only a loud cry from the audience brought her back to her senses. Quickly composed herself and removed her strapon from Jaune's ass, much to his dismay.

"Ahem, And that's the basics on pegging. Now, will each of you come down, single fill, I'll rate your form and technique."

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Sorry for the ending. I'll admit that was weak

[the-hole-in-terzos-shoe]

Intro to Romantic Literature: Prologue

Professor!Terzo x TA!Reader (pretty gen for this part, but the main fic describes fem parts)

CW: implied smut, MDNI, 18+ only please, romantic tension, professor Terzo is a tease ✨

Word Count: 1.2k

I have been working on a Professor Terzo fic for MONTHS now, literally months. I'm getting close to the end, and this prologue popped in my head at 5 o'clock this morning, so I had to scribble it down. Plus, I think it'll make a cute little teaser 🥰 enjoy!

Intro to Romantic Literature: here!

Every day feels like a big day as you barrel towards the end of your degree. The pressure of arranging your final portfolio of works, defending final arguments, typing papers... it's all really starting to get to you.

𝘐𝘵'𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯, the bittersweet thought crosses your mind. You'd finally be done with all this stress and move onto the ease of a consistent career, but you'd also be leaving behind the best job you've ever known. Leaving 𝘩𝘪𝘮 behind.

In fact, you're so lost in your thoughts, collecting and organizing papers and files so efficiently--you could do it in your sleep at this point--that you don't notice him staring at you, the pained expression on your professor's face that would tell you it eats him up to see you like this: so stressed you're ready to snap.

He reads you like the many leaves and pages studied in his romantic literature class, like a poem written just for him. You recite your feelings to him daily without knowing it; it's in the way you walk, the way you hold yourself, the way you tilt your head when you rest the tip of your pen on your bottom lip, lost in thought on the class discussion at hand.

Sauntering into his office, you drop your shoulders as you flop into his soft leather chair, taking a deep breath before sorting papers accordingly: lesson plans in the bottom right desk drawer, books on the bookshelf, papers to be graded in the third slot of the black wire rack, anything needing immediate attention left squarely on his desk in plain sight.

"Grazie, stellina," his voice snaps you back to reality, immediately causing your cheeks to flush at the nickname. 'Little star' is what it means. It makes you feel like a teacher's pet, which would've bothered you if it had been anyone else; however, it makes you feel special to earn attention from him. "La mia brava ragazza, you always do such a good job for me." He leans in the doorway, running a hand through his graying locks.

"Thank you, Professor Emeritus," it comes just above a whisper, and you look down at the desk briefly before standing to make your exit.

"Ah, ah, ah, not so fast," he murmurs, catching your waist as you try to pass him in the little room. Spinning you around, he pins the back of your thighs to the desk before leaving some space between you... Just enough space to be respectful, but a clear indication that you're not getting out of this so easily.

You're so caught up in the intoxicating scent of his expensive cologne that you hardly hear him when he asks how you've been. "Hm?" you reply, playing naïve.

"Tesoro, please, I can't have my favorite student looking as distracted as you've been lately," he starts, but you interrupt him.

"I'm not your student, I'm your teaching assistant," you remind him with a light hearted smile.

"You are still learning things, no?" he cocks one thick black eyebrow in that way that always makes your heart skip a beat, his intense white eye putting you in checkmate.

"I suppose so," you whisper, looking down at his ridiculously shiny loafers.

His fingers under your chin direct your stare back up, "What has you so distant, eh? Would you like to talk about it, cara? Confess your sins... So to speak." He winks at you, earning a small huff of a laugh from you.

"What are you, the Pope?" you joke.

His eyebrows quirk in an unreadable way, but he stays silent, urging an answer from you.

"I've just been really stressed with school," you finally concede, letting out a breath you'd been holding.

"Have I put too much on you?" he worries about the workload he's given you cutting into your schedule.

"No!" you look up at him almost desperately, "No, I enjoy this position so much. It's everything else. The final papers, getting good grades, trying to graduate." You choke on the last few words; it was something you'd been emotional about the last few weeks, plus your professor had your guard down.

"Don't cry, tesoro," he commands softly, but it's already too late as tears flood your waterline. Without a second thought, he cups your face in his hands, wiping away anything that threatens to spill across your cheeks. Wrapping a protective arm around your waist, he pulls you flush to his chest before fishing a handkerchief from his pocket, because of course he has one, and dabbing softly under your eyes before offering the piece of silk to you.

"Thank you," you stutter, clutching the cloth in your hand. Hesitantly, you glance up at him before laying your head on his chest, folding your arms under his in a hug.

His hand on your waist falls to caress the small of your back while the other cradles your head, while you regulate your breathing. You can't say for certain, but you think you feel a whisper of a kiss placed on the crown of your head. Holding each other like that for however long, you don't know, but when his fingertips gently start to massage your scalp, you let out an involuntary moan.

Your cheeks blush pink again, meeting a much more heated look in his mismatched eyes. As his warm hands move to grasp at your hips and waist, suddenly all of your worries melt away, as the only thing you can think about is him hoisting you up on the perfectly organized little desk and having his way with you, your panties tossed aside in his office chair, and you laid back and arched up into him while he works every tension from your needy body.

Your fantasy fades away when Professor Emeritus's hand cups your chin again, fingers pressing into your jawbone in a dominant way to lift your face to his. Your gaze wanders to his plump lips... how many times you've thought of having them on you.

His thumb gently strokes your cheek as he leans impossibly closer, and one of your hands smoothes over his firm chest.

But before he makes a move that he can't come back from, he presses the pad of his thumb firmly against your supple lips, stopping himself from crossing the line, even though he so badly wants to... wants you.

He gives you a solemn nod before putting some distance between your bodies, "I hope you're feeling a little better, after our, uh... chat, stellina."

"Uh huh..." is all you manage to breathe out before straightening up. "Yes, sir."

Offering a reassuring squeeze to your shoulder, he carefully presses a kiss to your cheek before sending you on your way.

Tonight, you'll tell yourself that you misread the situation, that he was only trying to be a kind and caring professor, but somewhere deep down inside you, under lock and key, you know that isn't true. Especially because you felt something hard graze against your hip as you squeezed past him and out into the hallway, but you put that thought far behind you as you head back to your dorm.

[yuurei20]

Jack Info Compilation part 24: Jack and Vil

Jack and Vil meet for the first time when child-Jack saves child-Vil from other children who were bullying Vil for his role as a villain in a TV show.

Vil insists that he didn’t need Jack’s help and Jack apologizes.

Jack doesn’t recognize Vil as a celebrity because he doesn’t watch much TV, but he still tries to reassure Vil by saying his acting must have been very convincing.

Jack says that he and Vil went to the same school “for like a year or two,” and Vil seems to have several stories about Jack from their childhood. Vil relates a time when they went out to play together in the snow and Jack made him a life-sized throne (Vil helped with design and decorations).

The two also took skiing and snowboarding lessons together and Vil says that as Jack was “already quite skilled at both” he helped Vil learn, but Jack insists that Vil mastered everything with just a few tips and he hardly needed any teaching.

Jack seems to be low-key hiding his past connection to Vil, telling Ace that there is someone in the school that he knew before he enrolled but not who it is.

We see the two reunite at Jack’s first opening ceremony where Vil says that Jack was the only one in their town who would ever say hello to him, as people tended to resent him for being a celebrity. Vil says that Jack left an impression on him “as an oddball who never cared about such things.”

When Vil is revealed to be the group’s trainer for Fairy Gala IF Jack says he is honored that Vil is personally stepping in to help.

When Vil says that Jack’s catwalk is “passable” Jack responds, “You mean it?! Ah, sorry, stupid question. You never say things you don’t mean…”

In another vignette Vil scolds Jack for wearing his ceremonial robes in a slovenly manner, insisting that he dresses himself in a way “befitting Night Raven College’s stories history.”

Jack promises to be careful, saying, “Can’t say I understood half of what you said, but…I know it’s somethin’ real important to you.”

Vil responds with “Huh…you really are an interesting one.”

After the performance in Book 5 Jack says that “Vil’s stage presence was incredible,” and when Vil says that he has added something special for Halloween Jack responds, “Now that you mention it, you’ve got more…grandeur than usual.”

In what may or may not be a regular occurrence we see the two students go jogging together early in the morning, with Jack commenting that he is impressed with Vil’s ability to keep up with him.

Vil says, “You’d do well not to underestimate me” and Jack apologizes. Jack continues on his morning run and Lilia appears, commenting to Vil that he finds it surprising that Vil gets along with an “athletic type” like Jack.

Vil explains, “Anyone who is working towards a goal, no matter what it is, deserves respect.”

[wizardofpalmsprings]

Bad Kids post series theories:

Fig: fairly obvious given what happened at the end of Junior Year. Traveling with Ayda and running a recording studio in hell. Shes freer than ever and feeling more like herself. Her tet a tet with agent Clark has gone from antagonistic to playful. He asks her for tips on deception, she’s trying to get him to leave the council of chosen. Always summonable for movie night.

Adaine: the next principal of the Aguefort Adventuring Academy, whether by Arthur being an actual villain, playing at being one, or just deciding to retire, Adaine is on his short list to take over. What’s that? Oh no she’s the ONLY name on the list - that smudge only LOOKS like it says Gilear. Thriving. Helping students in every way she can while staying true to Arthur’s original intent for the school. More present as an administrator and beloved by the student body. Expands the counseling services at the school so Jawbone isn’t the only one working with the kids. Ropes in Telemaine to help - there’s a rumor that she got black mail on him?

Gorgug: At Aguefort’s suggestion, he becomes a teacher at the academy specializing in the barbaficer multiclass. He teaches supplemental courses for each class individually as well and has subbed for both Henry and the new barbarian teacher. Another beloved member of the staff, he rocks up in beat up jeans, high tops, a CLEAN hoodie ( he has a spare in his bag for messy work) and a black pinstripe blazer. There’s drumsticks in his back pocket, you KNOW which car he drives in the faculty parking lot. Finally moves out of his parent’s place into his own space but visits them frequently. He and Mary Ann are still buds

Fabian: He and Mazey are featured dancers in the extended music video (9 minutes, big rock breaks like a rock song from the 80s) for “Dawn of Justice”, cementing them as a power couple in the dance world of Spyre. He and Mazey tour for a while, eventually establishing a budding dance studio business that teaches all styles. Adaine does call upon him as her champion time and again. He beefs with his younger sibling but in that way that all siblings do, he actually would go to the ends of the earth to protect them.

Riz: starts a legitimate private investigator business in Elmville. He switches back and forth between coffee and tea and has learned to take more breaks now that he’s in a stable place. Given his track record, business does well and he’s much more reliable than the local PD could ever be. He makes enough to move his mom out of strong tower into a nice little bungalow near the Thistlesprings. He and Gorgug are roommates for a while until he’s able to get an apartment set up above his business. Sklonda insists on him having so separation between work and home and he takes her words to heart. Gives talks at Aguefort

Kristen: Vice Principal of Aguefort. Gilear retired to spend more time at home and Adaine needs a VP. Given how much Aguefort helped with her growth, she takes the job. She’s very caring about the student body and does what she can to inspire creative thinking through doubt and mystery as well as championing justice for all students. She and Tracker go back and forth for a while on their relationship, eventually deciding to break it off after an earnest discussion about their wants and needs. Bucky shows up at Mordred one night, breaks down crying, and is immediately accepted into the household. She’s very dedicated to making sure he’s okay.

[yumehoxo]

teachers pet.

gojo x female reader

(warning: talk of impregnating, throat fucking, etc..)

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If i’m so special why am i a secret.

The way his button up tightened around his biceps, the way he folds the sleeves over his forearm, it had you crossing and squeezing your legs together during class. Not much of a point of going to class when the only thoughts that had taken over your mind were the thought of him bending you over fucking you dumb.

*tap tap tap*

“pay attention y/n” the white haired teacher said while tapping your desk and looking down at you. You unintentionally looking up and giving him the perfect image of how you would look while unzipping his pants.

“sorry” you muttered while holding eye contact and letting go seconds later as you felt your cunt throb by just looking at him. He walks away and continues to instruct the rest of the students. Your thoughts still running wild as you twist your pencil in your hand, whilst keeping an eye on him walking around, your eyes falling upon certain areas for a little too long before you snap out of it, the bell now interrupting your thoughts. You get your things and walk out of the class relieved that it’s the last one of the day and you can go and relax in your dorm, thoughts uninterrupted.

10:47 pm.

You realize how late it’s gotten, as you were engulfed into your textbook trying to learn whatever classwork you didn’t learn while you were daydreaming. You close your book deciding you’ve had enough of trying to teach yourself and decide to just get ready for bed.

*knock knock* the two simple knocks on your door send chills throughout your spine. It’s so late who would need something right now, yuji and megumi are always fast asleep by this hour. You to notice the doorknob twist followed by another knock. You bring up the courage to go and open the door..

Your eyes are met with a tall figure with white hair, blue eyes ferociously piercing your soul, your heart drops when you notice who it is but you have no time to think while he grabs you by your throat and slams you against your door. Your lips willingly met with his as his grip tightens. He presses his body up against yours and you can feel his hardened cock pressing against you. He pulls away from the kiss…

“you look so pretty right now” his words were sweet but his face was engulfed with lust, his eyes darting around not knowing what to look at first. You stutter not able to get a word out from the shock of what just happened.

“You think i don’t see the way you look at me? You think i don’t see you squeezing your legs together while lost in thought?” Gojo says while lifting up your chin to look up at him. All you could do was smile, you knew that he knew this entire time but you didn’t care, purposely staying after class to ask for so called “help”, purposely giving him fuck me eyes every chance you got.

“I know you notice, and clearly you like it” you saying while sliding your hand down him now palming his hardened cock.

“Get on your knees” he says sternly and you oblige. Looking up at him as he unbuckles his belt and pulling out his perfect cock, it was exactly how you imagined it: a pretty pink tip, veiny, and a good girth. Just looking at it you know your going to have a rough time fitting it inside you. But you waste no time, peppering kisses on his beautiful pink tip earning you a low grunt as he placed his hand on your head grabbing a fistful of hair. You spit on his length and take your tongue to run it all around his cock, coming right back to the tip fully closing your mouth on it and sucking on it.

“Stop fucking teasing princess” Gojo says while slamming the entirety of his length down your throat. You moan around his cock sending vibrations up his body.

“Fuckk fuckk your throat is so tight” he said while moving your head viciously up and down his length. Tears now streaming from your eyes and bodily liquids dripping down your chin. You take one hand and start to massage his balls and take your other to place against his thigh. Now looking up at him while your mascara ran down your face. His eyes now meeting yours getting him more aroused then he already was just by the state you were in, his cock now twitching in your mouth.

“Such a fucking slut for me aren’t you?” he said while slowly moving your head off his length. “m gunna cum open your mouth sweetheart” he said while stroking himself. You follow his directions and open your mouth, tongue now sticking out, sitting at his feet like a little sex doll.

“give it to me toru” you say in a whiny tone sending him over the edge. Ropes of cum now landing in your mouth as well as all over your face. “ngh fuck fuck fuck” he said while squeezing out more cum as it dripped down his tip right into your mouth. You go and wrap your lips around his dick again trying to suck out whatever was left.

“Oh my god y/n f-fuck that feels s- so good” His sentence barely forming as you overstimulated him. He forces your head off of him before he passes out. To no avail he was still hard. He picks you up and carried you to the bed with him.

“Take these off” he said smiling while tugging on your shirt. You followed his instructions taking off your shirt leaving your chest bare, his hands greedily grabbing both placing one in his mouth the other hand massaging the other. Moans slipped out of your mouth and he circled his tongue over your sensitive spots. One of his hands now reaching down your shorts and playing with your clit.

“You’re so wet for me baby” he said smirking as he felt your liquids cover his digits. His finger stopped playing with your clit.

“Beg for it pretty girl” gojo said.

“Please toru give it to me. please i need it” you whine as you tried to grind yourself hopelessly on his fingers, hoping he would start again.

“atta girl” he said while pulling off your shorts while flipping you over onto your stomach, ass up in the air. He gently placed his tip and rubbed it against your cunt. Followed by him placing his tip in.

“you’re so tight baby” he said while wincing while trying to stretch you open. Moans of pain and pleasure leaving your mouth.

“i can take it toru” you said breathlessly. “Ok sweetheart if you say so” he said while slowly pushing more of his length into you. It felt like you were quite literally being ripped open by how thick it was, having to burrow your head into a pillow to mute your screams.

“No baby i want to hear you while you take my cock” he said while grabbing a fistful of your hair and jerking your head up. “O-oh my god toru please” you say at almost a yell. “m gunna go all the way in now baby can you take it for me” he said while looking at you for approval. “yes yes toru i want it all please give it timme” you said whining. Gojo already felt his balls tightening up just by you begging for him, he felt like a teenager on his first time having sex again by how quick he felt like he was going to cum. Wasting no time he slams himself into you and viciously thrusting into you, a scream leaving your mouth.

“Such a pretty little slut fucking your teacher.” He said while fucking you dumb, words couldn’t even leave your mouth. “mmm yesyesyes toru i’m your little slut” you said moaning, jaw hanging open and your eyes rolled into the back of your sockets. “Your tight little pussy clenching around me, milking my cock so good baby” gojo said while keeping up the dangerous pace. “Fuck yes toru give my ur babies please” you say mindlessly. “Fuckkk fuck yes sweetheart, fucking-take-it” he said while thrusting into you with each word. Balls slapping the back of your ass and lewd wet sounds, moans, and grunts filling the room. You felt the knot in your stomach getting tight…

“mm gunna cum toru” you said shakily as you felt yourself starting to let go. “Yes yes cum on my cock baby” he said encouraging you, throwing you over the edge as you released onto him. The sheer sight of you shaking and moaning was sending him over as he thrusted into you harder and quicker “i’m gunna cum too baby fuck” not realizing how literal his words were as his balls tightened up and now shooting ropes of cum into you, your pussy clenching around him trying to help him to his climax “ah fuck me your pretty little pussy is milking me so good baby” he said while thrusting in a couple more times to let it all out and finally pulling you and inspecting you as his cum drips out of your cunt. He takes a towel and cleans you as well as he could and peppering kisses all over you while helping you put your clothes back on. Soon crashing asleep in your bed as he slept on top of you, fingers running through his hair as you slowly drift off to sleep as well.

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Hey guys i know it’s been awhile buttt i decided to wright this because the idea was too good to let go. Hope y’all enjoyed. and please dm me if y’all have any requests :)) 💗💗

[lexosaurus]

Hello! Very random and no worries if that's not your intention for the blog, but I love reading about your teacher experience and insights! Take this ask more so as encouragement to write more about it if you feel like it, because I'm going to start teaching soon (and yes, many people I've met have warned me about both its miracles and horrors lol) and it's really helpful to hear others' experiences :)

Thanks for the ask! Honestly I'm just a first year, so I don't have a tonnnn of advice to give. But here's a few general first year tips from one to a future another:

1 — No matter what, having a good department team is ESSENTIAL. You're going to be relying on them a lot your first year for help, advice, curriculum stuff, behavioral management stuff, etc. Talk to them, get to know them, have lunch with them, share issues/seek advice from them. You're going to encounter situations that your degree did not prepare you for (likely, in the first week lol. For me, it was Day 1) and having people around to help you judgement free is going to be crucial. I was super lucky that my department team and all the teachers from other departments that I work closely with are really amazing, easy to work with, etc.

2 — You're also going to want a good relationship with the "other" departments. The library staff, tech staff, sped department, guidance, janitors, etc. They're all lovely people, so don't be afraid to pop in to introduce yourself on the first week!

3 — Crazy things are going to happen. Like....all the time. Don't bring them home with you. As soon as you exit the doors, shake it off. All your students made it on the bus to their parents alive, so it's fine. Your job is done for the day. I've been going to the gym a lot right from school, and it's been really helpful to prevent myself from taking anything home with me so to speak.

4 — Document, document, document. Did something happen? Document it, email a copy to whoever's applicable: admin, guidance, sped, BCBA, etc. "Hello, just emailing a summary of what happened today" is not an uncommon email for me to send out. If an IEP isn't working, well at the next IEP meeting it shows they have 10 emails in the last month from you about little Timmy's hourly verbal threats and attempted physical violence to his classmates, so maybe the BCBA needs to do some data collection to adjust his BIP, or they need to give him a 1-1, or give him more resource intervention, etc.

5 — This isn't so much of advice, more like reassurance. The small moments when it clicks for a student and they get something, and then the confidence and excitement shows, it's really the best. That's probably why I've fallen so in love with working where I did. The other day, after weeks of struggling to help this student with Downs with his math, I tried a totally different approach based off a few example problems I saw in a math intervention workbook and hOLY HELL IT WORKED. It totally clicked for him, and the kid was so excited to do a problem out on the board for the class. It was amazing. Another student with an LD who I've been helping heavily school aced a quiz in one of her classes and legit ran into the room to show me. Cue me literally jumping out of my chair to high-five her, and her calling her parents to deliver the good news. Like, little things like that are really really special, and they're going to mean so much to you. And I hope you get to experience LOTS of them too!

[beauty-and-passion]

Beau!! Hello! How have you been?

My dearest! I'm sorry for taking this long to reply, but things happened, which means one thing and one thing only: time for a life update post. This time, with healthy tips included ✨

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Sleep is for the weak (and the not-weak)

Last week my mother had knee surgery. She had to do it something like 5 years ago, but hey, better late than never.

The problem wasn't the surgery per se: that went well and she's currently in a clinic for a rehabilitation period, so she can be followed by professionals.

The real problem arose right after the surgery: for the first three days, she was supposed to recover, sleep and start working out asap. But she couldn't do shit, because her roommate was an older lady, who:

had just recovered from Covid but was still suffering from heavy coughs

had dementia and talked by herself all the time

was half-deaf

And that means every goddamn night, that lady kept coughing, snoring and talking. For the entire night non-stop. Loudly.

My mother spent three days without being able to sleep. She managed to get 3/4 hours of sleep in total. With a throbbing, constant pain in the knee because of the surgery.

She asked to be moved elsewhere since day one, but no other room was available. She waited for three days, protesting and crying, until the doctors finally managed to find another room and moved her in immediately.

Now she's still suffering from the pain, but at least she can get some sleep. And the sleep did wonders already: she can bend her knee some more, stand up longer, and do more exercises at the gym. So the moral of the story is that if sleep is important for a healthy person, it becomes essential after such an invasive surgery - and even more if you're stuck in a bed because you can't go anywhere else.

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There is never enough time

This year I finally entered the list of teachers in my area. Thanks to my degree (and the course I followed), I have been able to apply for two positions: German teacher and/or special educator. However, I am also working on getting enough credits to apply for English soon because... well, it's the language I use daily. Even now.

English aside, I know there are a ton of people on that list, so I didn't expect to get a call very soon. And yet, I got one last week and it was for German! Hence why, now (and for a month) I will replace a German teacher in two different schools.

I made something like 6 lessons for now and immediately learned a lot of things, like:

Every student has a different vibe: there's the 16yo who is overexcited, the 17yo who is full of personality and the 18yo who is interesting on a human level. There's the aloof student, the one who wants to learn and the one who looks at you with the happiness of a dead fish.

Speaking of grammar, I don't remember shit about German. Hence why my first "teaching days" have been a race against time of me trying to summarize all the rules of the German language on slides. Imagine putting down all the rules of a language on slides. Now imagine doing it in 3 days, with the nagging fear of "what I will say to the kids next week" and a mother who is constantly crying because she cannot sleep. The word "stress" doesn't convey enough of what I experienced, I was on a tightrope.

There is never enough time. I barely entered the school and immediately found out there are councils to attend and tests to do and students need grades and I should plan them too - but I should prepare the lessons as well and 24 hours are not enough for all this shit.

My need to get everything under control is becoming even more compulsive than usual: every free moment is made of planning, planning and more planning. And yes, that's the reason why I disappeared from Tumblr and from life in general. Only now I am slowly trying to get some of my life back, because after that huge peak of stress, I really need to relax a bit and do something for me and me only - like writing.

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Being healthy can be fun

I've always had symptoms of gastrointestinal reflux, like stomach pains, slow digestion, late meals and being a fast eater in general. And, of course, a goddamn cough that keeps tormenting me for the entire winter, only to magically disappear as soon as spring comes.

Hence why last year I finally went to a gastroenterologist. He too thought I had all the symptoms, but I needed some medical checks to be sure.

Also, since I was bloated and overweight, he told me to follow the typical diet of someone with reflux. Which means:

No milk and dairy products (except very aged cheese), no red meat (i.e. beef, pig), no seafood, no bread, no pasta, no cookies/sweets, no legumes, no fruit (only apples, bananas and kiwis allowed), no drinks except for water, no fried stuff and no spicy/too seasoned stuff

Yes to white meat (poultry, rabbit), fish, vegetables, gluten-free pasta, rusks, eggs

That meant changing A LOT of things. Before that diet, I was eating healthy stuff overall, but I was also eating milk, dairy products, bread, pizza once a week, legumes and a ton of fruits with seeds. Heck, my breakfast was cookies and milk only, every day. Two of the things I couldn't eat anymore.

But hey, the doctor said it, so I followed his advice: I came back home, ate the last piece of my leftover pizza for dinner and gave all the stuff I couldn't eat to my mother. Then I went shopping the day after and got all the "allowed" foods.

I have been following this diet for one year and a half by now. And if the first day I was asking myself "will it work" and "what the heck can I eat", now this is how I live. And a lot of things changed.

First, my breakfast was boring and repetitive. Now I have a ton of options: any kind of vegetable milk, from oat to almond. But also soy yogurt, hummus, rusks, overnight porridge, fresh fruit, almonds and walnuts with honey, aged cheese, prosciutto, bresaola or eggs with vegetables. And always a cup of herbal tea.

Herbal teas are a blessing: almost no calories, but fill up nicely. And I can make them with stuff that grows in my garden, like laurel or mint leaves. Even apple peels are great!

I didn't always eat vegetables before. Now vegetables are on my table 24/7: as a salad, with couscous, with rice, with gluten-free pasta, in a soup, with eggs, together or by themselves.

Vegetables fill you up WAY more than junk foods, for less calories and for a longer time. That means I always eat a full plate of vegetables (sometimes even two plates) and be full for hours, while still losing weight.

Before, I ate too much processed food. It looked healthy (like premade rice, fishsticks, frozen minestrone and so on), but it was not. It never is. That's what made me gain so much weight and I realize it now.

I rediscovered the pleasure of cooking my own meals. Now I cook once a day (for dinner only) and double the amount, so I have the next day's lunch ready. And still, it doesn't take a lot of time: the stove or the oven does most of the job, all I do is cut stuff with a mandoline slicer and put it on a pot/on a pyrex. Also, it's cheaper than premade foods: if I buy the raw ingredients, I spend less money and can make more meals.

Before, my meals were too complicated and I used too many ingredients. Now my meals are much simpler - and that's not just great for my digestive system, but for me too, because I can enjoy the single ingredients more. Also, it takes less time to cook.

In conclusion: what I feared would've been an oppressive regime with limited choices was instead a way for me to discover foods I would've never eaten otherwise. Brussel sprouts, broccoli, cauliflower, rice cakes, oatmeal, hummus and Greek yogurt: those are all part of my life now and oh boy, how delicious they are.

In addition to the new diet, I also added a more serious exercise regimen. I am too lazy to go to a gym and I hate having people around, so I brought a yoga mat, put the gym clothes in the same spot and set on a daily alarm. Also, searched for different apps to guide me throughout the exercises and make a training session in my place.

I started with 20-min yoga sessions almost every day. Then added more beginner's training. Then tried tabata, moved to HIIT, then pilates. I just kept raising the bar and made my sessions last longer, until it became a routine. And now my routine includes:

20 min HIIT training (I switch focus between cardio, abs and core, lower and upper body)

20 min pilates

20 min yoga

I follow it 3 to 5 times a week, but I also walk more, use the bicycle and take the stairs. This alone would be pointless, if I am not as active as possible the rest of the day.

The result? I am 153 cm (5ft) tall and before I started this new regime, I weighed 64 kg (141 lb). Now I weigh 46kg (101 lb). I lost 18 kg in total and it has been a constant, slow change. At first 2 kilos every month, then one, sometimes not even one.

And during all this time, I never had huge expectations. I didn't even step on the scale for a long time. I just kept following the diet and doing sport and enjoying it. My only goal was to not get the winter cough.

I didn't even notice real changes, until after a while. They came all together and one day, all my pants were too loose and clothes that were too tight before now fit me perfectly.

And now I still keep that chill attitude: I plan my meals at the beginning of every month, so I can be sure of what to eat every day (also, it makes me happy to know what tasty meal will wait for me). I keep doing my exercises, because they help me relax (especially in these last stressful days).

And yes, once in a while, I get a treat not included in my diet. I mean, a diet is supposed to be what you habitually eat, not a temporary thing: it's only fair there may be things you're not supposed to eat too - like sweet treats, seafood, some dairy stuff or a pizza. What matters is that I can control myself, so I know that I get this treat now, but the rest of the time I will stick to my diet.

And, honestly, most of the time I don't even crave these things. I can eat just some and be okay. I am far from starving, after all, especially if I get some nice food, like today's meal: basmati rice with peas, Brussels sprouts, zucchini and pepperoni for a total of 500 grams aka 2 full plates. As I said, starving is out of question :P

So the moral of the story is:

If you're trying to lose weight and you're doing everything right but still don't lose it, seek medical help. I had no idea what I was doing wrong, until I checked with an expert.

If you get a diet, stick with it religiously, especially at the beginning. Ran from all temptations, because they can be very strong - especially at the beginning. Then you can come back and face them, when you will be in control.

Do some sport, especially yoga. It doesn't just help you lose weight, but clears your mind and makes you feel better. And don't push yourself too much: you're supposed to do it more times a week, so just start slowly and build resistance. It's better to do a little every day, than give your full self one day and recover the next 2 weeks because you're too sore. Once you will get enough strength, you will be the first to realize you want to do more.

Have fun and chill. Results won't come the day after, just do your things, eat good food and do some good exercise. And enjoy life in general: it would be all pointless, otherwise.

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

hii, since requests are open, could i get a professor neville and professor reader (shes a slytherin) where some students ask her about her time at hogwarts and she lets it slip that they "hated" each other at school (enemies to lovers has my heart) and the kids know they have a crush on each orher and brings them tgt?? thanks!!!

Sorry this took so long! I hope you like it ❤️❤️

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You smiled at your students as they took their seats before class. Officially, you didn’t have favorites, but everyone knew you had a special soft spot for the fourth years, especially the Slytherins and Gryffindors that now sauntered into your dungeon classroom for their first class of the day. This particular group was funny and very engaged, although they had some trouble remembering personal boundaries.

That trouble is what led to a lecture going completely off-topic and evolve into a general chat about your own time at Hogwarts. They all knew you were an alumna, and they were always fascinated to hear about what was the same (Professor McGonagall’s withering stare, for instance) and what had changed (inspections on pets that began sometime after your third year for some reason).

“Weren’t you in the same year as Professor Longbottom?” a Gryffindor girl piped up from the back of the room.

The tip of your nose went warm at the mention of his name, the way it always did. “Why yes,” you confirmed, hoping that was enough to change the subject.

“Did you hang out a lot?” another student asked.

“No, not really.”

Now a Gryffindor boy raised his hand. “But you’re friends now, right? I mean, you work together.”

“I wouldn’t call us friends-”

“Oh, so you are dating! Smith owes me ten sickles.”

Your eyes went wide. “N-no! Absolutely not! Professor Longbottom and I are- we’re nothing. Coworkers, that’s all.” Your words were barely heard over the excited twittering around the room. “Alright you lot, come on, back to the uses for a bezoar before I double your homework this weekend!”

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Neville was surprised to see his after-lunch class arrive to early at the greenhouses. Normally the fourth years were straggling in just before class started, drowsy and sluggish after gorging themselves in the Great Hall. But today, they waited for him at the locked door to the greenhouse, looking alert, with something sparkling in their eyes.

“Well, good afternoon,” he hummed, unlocking the door and letting them in. They quickly found seats, none of the usual fighting over the seats in the back where they could attempt to doze off. He turned his attention to the plants he had on the counter in the front of the room, keenly aware of the sly grins and knowing glances his students exchanged.

“Professor Longbottom?” a particularly outgoing Gryffindor boy called out. Neville gave him a nod, letting him know he was listening. “Were you and a certain potions professor of ours ever… friends?”

Neville’s head popped up, his mouth in an O. “Excuse me?”

Another student nodded. “She was telling us that you two used to go to Hogwarts together.”

“And she said we were friends?” Neville, who was usually much firmer about keeping things on track with his students, couldn’t help engaging.

The student shook his head. “Well, no,” he admitted. “She got kind of weird about it, actually.”

Neville turned his gaze back to his plants. “Well, there you go then.”

“Professor Longbottom?”

He looked back up at the Slytherin boy who now smirked at him.

“Why are you blushing?”

~

You sat in your office, grading the essays the seventh years had been stressing over for the past week. As you read a particularly bad essay that made you want to question your teaching abilities, there was a small knock on your open door.

In the doorway stood a couple of Slytherin fourth years, Rebecca and Heather, probably your two favorites. “Hello girls,” you greeted, picking up a new essay to grade. “D’you need something?”

The girls walked in and plopped themselves down on your couch by the fireplace. These two students were staples in your office hours; sometimes they came to ask for help with an assignment, sometimes they came in just for a quiet place to work, sometimes they just hung out and bugged you with personal questions.

This evening, they seemed to be interested in the last option.

“We talked to Professor Longbottom about you,” Rebecca sang as she picked up a pillow.

You raised an eyebrow at them. “And?”

“He got just as weird as you,” she answered with a sour expression. “Come on, what’s the deal?”

“You girls really think I’m going to tell you personal details about me and another teacher?” you asked with a dry laugh. “Hilarious.”

Heather rolled her eyes. “Let me guess. You two dated for like a month, got in a stupid fight, broke up, and that’s why you hate each other.”

You couldn’t help the snort that flew out of your nose as you marked the essay in front of you. “Me? Date Longbottom? Yeah, that’s not the reason we hate each other.” Your pen froze, realizing what you’d just said.

Rebecca lit up. “So you do hate Professor Longbottom!”

“I mean- hate is such a strong word,” you sputtered, knowing your blush was evident. “We just, didn’t get along too well.” Stoptalkingstoptalkingstoptalking. “I mean, he was in Gryffindor, I was in Slytherin, you know how it is. And our friend groups just never got along so neither did we and- and I’m just going to stop now.”

Heather giggled as she and Rebecca stood up, fixing the pillows on my couch. “Thanks, Professor!” The girls skipped out of my office, leaving the door wide open behind them.

“Oh no,” you muttered. Those girls were up to something.

~

 Neville looked up at the sound of the greenhouse door opening. No one ever came into the greenhouse outside of class time, so he was surprised to see the two Slytherin girls strolling in.

“Heather, Rebecca,” he greeted as he returned to watering the plants. Two fourth years, nice girls, if not a little overenthusiastic. He knew they much preferred potions to his class, so he figured they had some scheme in mind as they approached him.

“Professor, we need to talk,” Heather said matter-of-factly.

Neville couldn’t help but smile at how serious the girls were. “About what?”

Rebecca smirked. “We know about you and a certain potions professor.”

His smile slightly faltered. “Excuse me?”

“Listen,” Heather said, as if she was talking to a peer and not the adult in charge of her herbology grade. “We get it. The whole Gryffindor-Slytherin thing can be intense. But come on Professor Longbottom, isn’t is obvious?”

His curiosity led him to humor them. “Isn’t what obvious, girls?”

“You like each other!” they said in unison, as if it were the most apparent thing in the world.

Some moments really made Neville feel like that round-faced little boy losing his toad for the millionth time. This was unquestionably one of those moments. “Er, I don’t know where you got that idea- we’re not even friends-” He stopped. Nope, he was not going to spill personal information to students. Unlike some professors, he was determined to keep private things, well, private. “Right, well you two best be going, you must have something useful to do.”

Rebecca shrugged as the girls started to walk away. “Oh. Guess we were wrong, Heather.”

“Yeah,” Heather agreed. “We thought they liked each other-”

“But I guess Professor Longbottom doesn’t feel the same way as Professor-” Rebecca cut off, glancing over her shoulder at Neville. “Oops, sorry Professor Longbottom. See you tomorrow!”

Neville watched the Slytherin girls link arms and skip out of the greenhouse. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked down at the plant in front of him. “Wait, what?”

~

You sipped on a butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks, reading and listening to the chatter around you. It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, and you’d decided you deserved a break from grading and lesson plans and all the other things that made up your life.

“Good afternoon.”

Neville Longbottom stood in front of you, a drink in his hand, that unsure look in his eye and a cardigan wrapped around him, as usual. You nodded to him.

“Hello Neville,” you greeted.

He nodded to the empty seat across from you. “May I join you?”

Despite all the years you’d gone to school and worked together, you two had never really hung out. On occasion, you discussed work matters, sometimes you’d talk about what mutual friends were up to, but that was about it. You two never fought or anything, you just always felt awkward around each other after all those years back at Hogwarts.

But you had no choice but to say: “Of course.”

He sat down, studying you carefully.  “Had an interesting chat with a couple of students the other day.” He took a sip of his butterbeer, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Which two?” you asked with a chuckle as you closed your book.

“Rebecca and Heather.”

Color immediately flooded your cheeks. You knew those two had been up to something. “Listen, Longbottom, whatever they told you-”

Neville held up a hand, “Please, let me finish.” He took a deep breath, tapping his glass. “They, er, told me how you feel about me…”

No no no, you thought. They did not tell him I hate him! That was so long ago! I was a child!

“Oh Merlin, Longbottom-”

He stopped you again. “I just need you to know, I feel the same way.”

You frowned. Ouch. “Excuse me?”

He nodded earnestly, running a hand through his messy hair. “I know. It’s weird. We were never exactly friends, but working together, seeing you every day…” A small smile began to form on his lips. “I mean, I hate how juvenile it sounds to say, but ’ve got a pretty big crush on you.”

Why was your face suddenly so warm? “You… you…” You couldn’t help the little gulp you gave. “You like me?”

“Well, yeah.” He averted his eyes and rubbed the back of his neck. “I guess it was obvious to all the kids, so I figured it was obvious to you too.” His eyes found mine again. “Hope that’s alright.”

You stared at him for a moment. No, you didn’t like Longbottom… Right? Definitely not. Even though he was incredibly smart and a passionate teacher. And he was one of the kindest people you’d ever met. And even you had to admit that he’d been so chivalrous and brave during the Battle of Hogwarts. And he had grown into an incredibly, ridiculously handsome man over the years.

Oh.

You let yourself smile in spite of yourself. “Yeah,” you said softly, laying your hand on top of his. “That’s alright.”

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Hi, we are a traumgenic system and we want to get into the field of special ed. However, we find it scary to get a real job as a system. We want to ask how you guys are doing with being a 6th grade teacher (thank you for being a teacher!) And if you have any tips for us. Thanks

Hey there! A new ask today, since I haven’t closed my ask box here :P

Happy to give insight into teaching as a system. It’s genuinely one of my favorite topics. Firstly, bless your soul for going into special ed; that’s something I don’t think I’d be able to do, for a lot of reasons. Take this all with a grain of salt, as I’m not special ed, but from my experience:

SpED has a lot of paperwork. Like. A lot. I can’t stand needless forms and red tape, so that would drive me way more up the wall than the shit I already have to do as a teacher. There’s also a lot of repetition; hot sheets that spell out packets of info from info you got separately and had to skim down twice. Ough.

SpED hits conflicting needs issues for me, primarily with my autism. I can’t handle one-on-one with autistic students without draining myself severely. Now imagine a caseload of 30 students. 🫡 I salute any and all SpED teachers.

SpED is booked. I get 2 planning periods every day, one of which usually has a meeting. My SpED teachers usually are permitted two… but rarely do they actually have those periods, because when they have no direct classes, they’re asked by other teachers to help provide accommodations. That’s so we can legally meet IEP/504 requirements. I already do so much work at home due to a lack of time at school. I can’t imagine how much the SpED teachers do.

None of that is meant to scare you away; it’s just some things I’ve noticed as a 6th grade ELA teacher with frequent co-taught classes. It’s why I’ve leaned further away from SpED since starting my teaching career — but I’m only me, and certainly not you. If you have a passion for it, there is absolutely no harm in diving in and trying.

For me, teaching has been going remarkably well, and my system really doesn’t impact that much. The most impact it has is that I struggle more with my memory. So… if you do too, ask for help! Reminders, calendar invites, etc.

Here’s some of the tips that came to my mind:

Get to know the kids. They are bundles of joy, and I mean that genuinely. They have so much to share and it’s always so good. Plus, if you don’t have a relationship with them, then straight up, they have no reason to listen to you.

Get to class on time. For fucks sakes, that’s what my co-teacher cannot seem to be able to do. Every SpED teacher I know says it’s because they take their planning time in hallway transitions, catching a quick chat — and honestly, that’s fine. The issue arises when it’s 20 minutes into my 47 minute class and I still have no co-teacher. If you have to miss class-time, call the teacher you’re with and let them know there’s going to be a delay — BEFORE the class starts, whenever possible. Just… in general-

Clear communication. Just. Clear communication, with staff and students, is vital.

I’m not really sure what else, SpED specifically. I just… really hope it all goes well for you!! Teaching really is not that scary, even if it is hard. You’ve got this! Let me know if you have anymore questions, I am thrilled to answer.

(And thanks for the compliment :) )

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Hey,

I really wanna study and do my best since this is my final year. And everyone has known me as a very weak person in studies because I always get very low marks all the time. I don't know what should I do. I just don't remember anything I study. No matter how much I try it is just so difficult for me. And none of my teachers teach nicely. Day after tomorrow I am having my physics exam and I am learning the important topics only but I tend to forget the formulas because there just soo many chapters and when I am going for solving numericals it's just soo different like all new kind of equations has been made very different from what I learnt. (I am looking at the notes I made and practising numericals coz even tho I studied I don't remember)

Can you please suggest me if I am wrong or any method so that I can become a good student and score good marks.

hello ♡

when i was younger i wasn't interested in studying. i had bad grades, low focus and i never studied because i never wanted to. Everyone saw me as a dumb girl that always gets bad grades, even my homeroom teacher. They thought of me so lowly that my teacher came to my mother and told her "i am thinking of putting your daughter on a special learning program" (that's a program that teachers teach some of their students who have a learning disability). Which is nonsense, since i fluently spoke english at that time, take into consideration that i was a 8-9 year old child that learned english on her own by the age of 5 with a family that knows but doesn't speak english. Time has passed and i've gotten new subjects and teachers. I've decided that i want to study. I studied, it was hard at first, since i wasn't used to studying therefore i forgot some topics a lot, but with repetition and studying constantly i managed to get an A in biology. I was the first one to get an A in my class. They expected an past straight A student to get it but it was me. I still remember their silly little faces full with shock and unbelief.

I started high school. First year spent far from home, was a solid student and i didn't like that place so i moved schools closer to my little town. Met bunch of friends, adapted their mindset about school and stopped studying.

My last year at high school, i decided that i want to further my education and to do that i need good grades. Now i am the best student in my class, i have only A's and teachers love me. Yes, people were yet again in disbelief but i don't really care. They will all probably live in their parents basement so their reaction isn't really important to me.

my tips:

— you aren't used to studying so that's why it takes you a little bit more to remember information.

— i have a post about studying techniques. check them out! (wrote that post just for you)

— learn a couple of days before your exam because taking in so much informations the day before your exam is overwhelming for the brain.

— do the pomodoro technique: study for 20 min and take a break for 5 minutes (don't use your phone while you're on the break)

GOOD LUCK 💗📖🏛 YOU CAN DO IT!

[crescent-lockhart97]

Random First Class Trio Headcanon #2: Hobbies & Skills

Genesis is good at calligraphy, and it shows in his penmanship: the strokes, loops, and lines are so clean and precise, almost methodical. He still has the calligraphy set gifted to him by his foster parents when he became SOLDIER 1st Class, and he uses it to send them artfully crafted letters.

Out of the three, Angeal is most proficient in hand-to-hand combat (while Genesis specializes in magic and Sephiroth has the best swordsmanship). His favorite disciplines are jiu-jitsu, judo, sambo, boxing, and wrestling—all of which allow him to make good use of his strong limbs and hulking build.

Although he doesn't use the skill in battle (and really, he doesn't have to), Sephiroth is scarily proficient in archery—thanks to the combined efforts of his enhanced senses and lots of practice—and can easily adapt to different bows. This has greatly helped with his focus and coordination.

When he's not training, reading LOVELESS, or practicing calligraphy, Genesis is busy honing his mixology skills (which is not surprising considering this is the same guy that invented the Banora White juice). He finds the process itself fascinating: the idea of experimenting with different ingredients, techniques, and tools to come up with diverse types of drinks. (Somebody make a modern AU where Genesis takes mixology classes from Tifa🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻) This skill perfectly complements Angeal's expertise in the kitchen, and the trio often get together in Angeal's room to have a nice meal with drinks during their downtime.

Sephiroth secretly writes novellas; he finds the activity a great outlet for his thoughts and feelings. They're mostly grim and dark in terms of plot, however. But, most surprisingly, he's also an avid reader of erotica (a fact that Genesis eventually discovers, much to his chagrin), and often jerks off to them. As stoic as he may be, he still has needs.

When he's off duty, Angeal conducts self-defense classes for women. He gives them safety tips and teaches them how to break free from locks and holds, where are the best places to strike, and how to use their environment to their advantage. As a result, many of his students joined his fanclub as a show of their gratitude.

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@hinnymicrofic May Prompts Day 17: Lessons

TW: A kind of teacher and student relationship. Both are of age, Harry is only a temporary instructor and this is pre-relationship but it's there.

Ginny had never loved lessons more.

Auror Harry Potter – temporary Duelling Instructor, but she felt calling him Professor would be contradictory to her efforts to seduce him – had been suspended for not obeying orders in the field. Unfortunately for him, and fortunately for her, his superiors and Dumbledore had cajoled him into teaching at Hogwarts.

She’d heard him grumbling about it to Ron plenty of times.

Ginny was really glad she’d opted to take Duelling lessons during her Charms mastery.

She’d known Harry for ages, of course, but being four years younger than him had not inspired him to see her as anything other than his best friend’s little sister, the seven-year-old who had had a debilitating crush on him in their childhood.

The one triumph she’d had had been last year, when at Christmas at the Burrow Sirius had hung enchanted mistletoe and Harry had had to kiss her. The way he’d stared at her after their brief kiss had given her a spark of thrill right down to her toes.

Now she was twenty-one, three years into her five-year Mastery. She had no desire to see him kicked out of his job, of course, so her seduction master plan was very subtle.

But she thought it was working.

His suspension was for six months – half of which had already passed, so he wouldn’t be her Professor for much longer anyway.

He didn’t act as much of a Professor to her either. She’d stayed back after the lesson to tease him about his duties as best man in Ron and Hermione’s upcoming wedding. He’d gotten some chocolate biscuits out for them to share.

She munched as they discussed the temporal translation theory. Neither of them were experts, not being Hermione, but it was relevant to both Aurors and Charms, so they were knowledgeable enough to debate it.

“You’re coming to the Burrow for Christmas, right?” She asked.

“Yeah, most likely. I don’t think Sirius has anything special planned.” He answered.

Ginny laughed. “Mum might kill him if he does without giving her any notice.”

“You have a point; I’ll have to warn him.” He watched her, and Ginny licked the tips of her fingers as she finished her share of the biscuits. She felt his eyes on her and the sensation made her heart flip. “You know, I don’t get why you picked duelling as one of your classes.”

She shrugged. “It was one of the electives, it’s pretty relevant to my focus, and I’m fairly good at it.”

Harry smiled faintly. “I’d say more than just fairly good.”

Something inside her buzzed at the compliment. She ignored it, and tried to make him feel as he had her. “Well, I had an excellent teacher.”

Harry stilled. “Miss Weasley—Ginny,” he started. “I know what you’re doing.”

Ginny inclined an eyebrow, leaning back against the wall. “I’m sure I have no idea what you mean.”

He considered her. “You’re trying to seduce me. Your Professor.”

A heady mix of fear and thrill passed through her. “How in Merlin’s name did you get that idea? I’m not trying to seduce anyone.” She was succeeding at seducing, so that was true.

“Don’t lie to me.” Harry sounded very unimpressed.

She sighed and made a show of giving up. “Fine. But not you. There’s this guy in class – Gareth Overcliffe. He’s—”

“A Herbology mastery student. I know,” Harry growled, and Ginny observed with delight the – was that jealousy? – that leaked into his voice and eyes. He gathered himself impressively quickly, but he was an Auror after all.

“Right, I suppose you would,” she said blithely. “Anyway, I’ve been trying to gauge if he’s interested in me.”

If you’re interested in me.

Harry looked amused now. “I feel I need to remind you that I’m a trained Auror and can detect feelings and lies pretty well.” Their eyes met, and he broke the gaze a few seconds later. “And what if he isn’t interested in you? Will you stop the … seduction?”

There was a tone change. He seemed slightly uncertain, poised for disappointment.

Well, may as well set him straight.

Ginny looked up at him cockily. “Oh, I can assure you, there’s no chance of that.”