"Haha, of course there's a teacher shortage, they're all learning their worth and quitting! Good for them!"
A quick Google search for "teacher covid deaths" turns up pages and pages and pages of articles about dead teachers.
They're not quitting. They're dying.
Thank you, baby ❤️ This is what happens when your eyes are old and you're trying to read something after two work all nighters 😂
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Kinktober 2022 Masterlist
Pre First Season of The Mandalorian
Pairing: Din Djarin x GN!Reader
Summary: Innocent teasing takes an unexpected turn.
Rating: Mature
Warnings: dirty talk, mutual pining, non-con dirty talk (both are into it), some humor, implied smut
Word Count: 847
In the time you had known the man, you were certain The Mandalorian wasn’t fond of you. Tolerated you, yes, but fond? Eh. And you were fine with that. Although, at one point, you had wondered if maybe the metal man had a thing for you.
It had been earlier on in your working relationship that you had noticed lingering stares when he thought you weren’t looking and unnecessary touches when he passed you by. Always finding ways to look and touch, but just for a moment. Never anything longer.
You were the Guild’s go-to hacker and resident tech genius, the person one would hire when they needed to get into someplace they couldn't get access to or a second set of eyes. It was on a surveillance job for Mando when you accidentally spilled your freshly made caf on yourself during a job and noticed the way Mando faltered in his step through one camera you had hacked.
At first, you thought you had imagined it and shrugged it off as a glitch. Nothing changed between you and Mando after, so you let it go. But when another incident involving smacking your knee hard into the bottom of your ship’s control board left you groaning into your mic unintentionally, your eyes flicked up to the monitor that had access to a camera in Mando’s helmet in time to see the stutter in his step from his own point of view.
You couldn’t hide the smile from spreading across your face even if you wanted to.
If you bumped or spilled anything while on a job with him, you ensured any groan or whimper would be followed by a breathy “fuck” that was probably more sensual than needed but you couldn’t help it. Watching his reactions from the safety of your ship brought you more satisfaction than they should have.
The touches grew longer and bolder, and he stopped being as careful about his lingering stare. The mindful but short-lived interactions were slowly being replaced with needier tension that oozed off of the Mandalorian in waves. It didn’t take long for others to notice as well, but when you weren’t in the safety of your ship, you played the role of cluelessly uninterested well enough. Maybe too well.
The groans, moans, whimpers, and sensual swears walked so that sultry responses to any of Mando’s work-related questions over the intercom could run. Some weren’t dirty, just the tone, others you turned into innuendos whenever you thought was subtly appropriate.
“The power behind the thrust was remarkable. When entering hyperspace, that is.”
“Is that what you came for? It’s so big, how will it fit? In your bag, I mean.”
“Have you ever wondered what happens to nuts in space? I need to stock up on my rations and I just realized I’ve never gotten a container of nuts before.”
“In regard to taste, the teabag was better the second time around. Remind me to lend you some next time we meet up, I think you’ll like the flavor.”
Listening to Mando’s hitch and change in breathing, the adjustments in his steps, and the deeper his voice became while talking to his bounties after hearing you brought you all the joy you needed. You were sure to mute yourself when you touched yourself but eventually became bold with that as well.
At the end of the day, Mando was still a man and even warriors have limits. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that enough was enough, but it did when after a particularly sensual moan and many slipped-in innuendos later that you heard the Mandalorian say “fuck it” to himself and abandoning the stakeout he had been occupying the last twenty-four hours.
You ripped your hand from your pants as you tried to understand what was going on. Was there an ambush? Did the quarry flee? Fuck, you were hired to do one job and you might’ve screwed this up for Mando. In your panic, flipping through cameras near and within the bounty’s hideout, you missed how fast the Mandalorian was running or how he wasn’t heading in the direction of his own ship.
Loud, consistent bangs ripped you from your thoughts and the yelp that left you was humiliating, wondering if the reason Mando abandoned his post was that the quarry had somehow realized the warrior wasn't working alone and that his partner was parked on the other side of the city from where he was hiding.
A gasp left your lips when, instead of seeing the bounty, your eyes took in the tall and imposing figure of the Mandalorian looking up at you through your own camera. You smoothed your hair and caught your breath before lowering the lamp, prepared to bombard the warrior with questions regarding the mission when he pushed you against the closest wall, chest heaving.
"M-mando?" you tried to keep your thoughts clear and willed yourself to ignore how hard he was as he ground himself against your hip.
“You’ve played your game for too long, it’s my turn. Now strip.”
I know it's not full smut, but I wanted to play around with this with literal wordplay cause I love it when people are able to make anything sound dirty and we all know Din would go feral after a while. I have a few of these written but haven't had the time to post so expect a few back-to-backs in the next day or so. See all you horny sluts soon enough! Enjoy, it'll get spicier with the other shorts.
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I shall pass through this world but once, any good thing therefore I can do, or any kindness I can show to any human being, let me do it now, let me not defer it or neglect it for I shall not pass this way again.
in light of recent events as well as a new rise in creating nazi ocs I think this post is an important one to have on your blog if you stand behind your jewish followers or are jewish yourself.
I'm off tomorrow too so if you need to bounce any ideas off of someone, need advice, or to just chat I'm around! I got you boo. I've been gone too long but I've always got you. And I'm catching up on your fics tomorrow and reblogging the fuck out of them if it helps motivate you at all.
When someone is really freaking mad at me for inducing an emotional response from them
when readers give me a background of how/when they read my writing
when readers give me a background of why they shouldn’t have been reading my writing (usually while at work)
when readers quote my work back to me in comments
the frickin’ real heroes here, the ones who comment on every chapter of an ongoing multi-chapter fic
Today is one of my best friends' wedding day and I'm taking bets on how long it'll take before I fist fight the Man of Honor.
Also, our morning so far has consisted of:
aggressively thawing chicken we promised to cook for the reception since it's a DIY wedding (friend and their fiance do not have contact with their family whatsoever)
Wondering why my banana pudding didn't solidify overnight
Making enough trips to the local Walmart to consider just working there part-time
Setting off the smoke alarm in our AirBnB making breakfast cause it's a 140-year-old victorian house
Having to take turns standing under the smoke alarm to use a towel to bat away the smoke and heat like it's some sort of stuck-up princess that can't handle anything other than a perfect 70-degree F day
Lemme know how much you wanna bet on me maybe getting a fist fight with the MOH if I lose I'll write you a fic or draw you a picture for your fic.
Please.
Those who wanted to defend the planet, the Protectors, went to Concord Dawn, those who wished to practice the old religion and keep weapons and armor went to the moon of Concordia. But in the old religion strength and glory in battle was everything, passifism and refusing to fight is the antithesis of that, what Mandalorians would consider almost satanic. So a terrorist group of religious zealots is trying to overthrow Satine and restore Mandalore to the old ways.
Darth Maul has survived, replacing the lower half of his body with a machine. Forsaken by Palpatine he seeks power, aided by a brother from his own world, Save Oppress, who was briefly trained by Count Dooku before being taken on by Maul as an apprentice. An alliance with the Mandalorians seeking to overthrow Satine gives Maul the chance to get what he wants most- power and to lore Obi Wan Kenobi into a trap so he may take revenge.
During the Clone Wars Anakin Skywalker took on an apprentice, Ahsoka Tano. Ahsoka left the Jedi order after she was framed for a crime she did not commit and had to prove her innocence on her own, while being hunted by the Jedi and Republic forces. Because the Jedi, aside from Anakin, did not trust her she grew disillusioned with the order and made her own way in the galaxy. The Jedi Order had become pawns in Palpatine’s war instead of keepers of peace, but Ahsoka still fights to help the people.
Now the Clone Wars draws to an end and Ahsoka has joined Bo-Katan to answer her plea for help. (The last three episodes of season 7: 9, 10 and 11 are like a companion peace to revenge of the Sith and worth watching).
Rebels
Sabine Wren, a runaway from Emperial-controlled Mandalor has joined the rebellion, adopted by rebel star pilot Hera and Jedi Kanan Jarus, who survived order 66 as a child. Along with fellow rebel Zeb, droid Chopper, and Kanan's Padawan Ezra, this found family crew fights for the rebellion. In this episode we see the struggle of a Jedi raising a young Mandalorian.
Sabine Wren tries to convince a Mandalorian captive to join the rebellion.
Sabine recovered the Dark Saber from Darth Maul. The Dark Saber has the potential to unite Mandalorians, and Jedi Kanan Jarrus sets out to train Sabine to wield it in the hopes that she can lead all Mandalorians into a rebellion against the Empire. But first Sabine will have to face her own past, including the family she fled
Bo-Katan makes her debut on Rebels and we see the story of how she became the leader of the Mandalorian rebellion.
been seeing a lot of this lately and all i gotta say is what the fuck
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