WHEN PEOPLE THINK BEING RUDE TO TEACHERS OR PROFESSORS IS FUNNY
WHEN TEACHERS THINK BEING RUDE TO STUDENTS TO MAKE OTHERS STUDENTS LAUGH IS FUNNY
Yes Doctor I’d love to play with that, but on a dif notw. I may not have work tomorrow but I do already have a sleep schedule and it’s lights out for the mo-mun now. XD Night all! I have a lot of time off this week so I soooo will be catching up with EVERYONE! *kisses everyone’s way*
New Followers
Sitting across from the other, Scott glanced up from his book and tilted his head. The man didn’t look like much… but he had some odd callus on his hands. How… interesting.
Garth nodded towards the man as he saw he was looking his way. He glanced down back at his research. Balls, he didn’t know how to sort this stuff out. It was all a mystery, but most cases were at first.
Tilting his head, Scott eyed the documents the man was holding, unable to sate his curiosity What he read made his eyebrows jump up. How did several victims; some dating back decades ago if he remembered the date correctly; and a ‘d’jinn’ have to do with each other? Was he a novelist using real world research for his writing? Shrugging to himself, Scott shut his book and stood, walking over to the man. “Sorry, I can’t help but be curious.” he began, sitting by him. “I’m a researcher at heart, and I’ve never heard of a D’jinn before. Can you tell me what it is?” He grinned. “Jean Paul Noble. Hello.”
When you want to reply to somebody’s open starter but you’ve never talked to them and you just feel like you’re going to annoy them :/
//Ehehe. And there’s when you dive right in. Like I just did. XD Have a cool enough idea and you can sweep them right up. Or, for Hisoka, just be adorably sweet. XD
I want to, but then I think about my drafts and I feel kind of bad that my muse is being a bit picky. I might still go do it though, or shoot them an ask seeing if they would mind.
I have this really bad habit of loving new things. I start new threads, and keep with them for weeks, then the interest dies away and I save them. and start more. Then suddenly go back to the old ones and happily shove several out; then go back to the new ones. It’s an odd way my brain works. XD
Scott smiled then. Taking a step forward, he gently ran his hand through Hisoka’s hair. “No, sweetheart, no. I … think I just need practice.” He let his fingers glide over Hisoka’s neck, and then pressed a finger under his chin to make Hisoka look up, staring back down at him. “I had a friend who wanted to submit to me.” he confessed softly, shifting his hands so he cupped both of Hisoka’s cheeks, long hair hiding Hisoka’s sight from the room around them. “But I didn’t know what I was doing, and hurt him. I don’t ever want to do that again. Does that make sense?”Hisoka shivered happily at the touch and bit his lip, stifling a breathy whimper. He shifted his gaze around, almost frantically, as he tried not to look directly into Scott’s eyes. Occasionally his gaze would fall there long enough to see him staring back, then he would shift his gaze again; years of training had made him uncomfortable with eye contact and he feared punishment for doing so. “I understand, sir,” he mumbled softly, swallowing hard. “I… I should tell you now sir, my pain tolerance is far higher than usual and I heal rather quickly. It is difficult to hurt me in any lasting manner and I… I enjoy the pain sometimes, sir.”
“I see.” Scott kept his hands right where they were however, even when he noted Hisoka’s almost frantic need to distract himself from eye contact. “So if I forced you to look at me?” He murmured, but let the other’s face go, gently toying with his hair again. “Are you saying you’ll submit to me, Hisoka?”
When you want to reply to somebody’s open starter but you’ve never talked to them and you just feel like you’re going to annoy them :/
//Ehehe. And there’s when you dive right in. Like I just did. XD Have a cool enough idea and you can sweep them right up. Or, for Hisoka, just be adorably sweet. XD
New Followers
Sitting across from the other, Scott glanced up from his book and tilted his head. The man didn’t look like much… but he had some odd callus on his hands. How… interesting.
I got a favor to ask you guys
Could you promote me? I wanna reach 500 soon. I am already at 476. xD I’ll do a “Ask Garth” cosplay video if I do.
I am not a Damsel || Open
“I found a chemical compound that can override our ability to metabolize alcohol.” Scott informed her. “Used it liberally to get myself drunk as fuck so I could sleep. He…wasn’t happy with that. Made me promise to ask him before I drank. While I do ask before any heavy drinking… I know he won’t approve of how much I really drink.” Scott glanced down a bit. “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right? I make sure not to get as pissed as I had when he first found out.” He chuckled a bit, following her as she lead the way. “Thanks. I’ve gotten good at realizing the line of almost but not quite drunk.”
“Y’know we can get drunk. Got to just tell your body no.” Cor rasps. “Been doin’ it for ages. Though, that compound sounds a bit handy for the bad days. Day y’want to just…forget things.” She eyes him as he talks about his drinking. “Y’shouldn’t hide it from him. The lad means well, worries for ya. Let him take care a ya, Scotty-boy. If ya don’t it means lectures, the oncoming pout, and disappointment. Been on the receiving end o’ a lecture or two, by the way. Y’likely remember. One of the regenerations that wasn’t fond of guns?” Her TARDIS is parked just at the end of the alley. He looks like a dumpster. Not the best disguise, but functional.
Scott sighed. “I know. And the Doctor had an unconscious reaction to too much alcohol - after a certain amount his body would automatically start to break it down. I inherited that. So… found it a necessity…” He made a face. “I know Cor, I do. It’s just…” He ran a hand through his hair. “I hate making him worry.” He started lamely. “He already has so much on his plate without my issues, you know?” He paused for a moment as they got to her TARDIS’ doors. “Dumpster? How original Cor.” he sniggered a bit. “Ah yes, nice and longwinded that one was too.”
Then he registered what she’d said and laughed. “Oncoming pout?”
You’re still thinking about trying it, aren’t you?
//Just pray that no one bites… -grins evilly-//
I really really hate you…
— If it means anything, I became interested when you begun grinning evilly.
Don’t!
//It’s a really mean idea…//
It really is.
//I still sorta wanna do it.//
Then do! dododododo! This mun loves evil.
“If you didn’t already know by what she does to me.” Scott muttered
I am not a Damsel || Open
Scott took a moment to eye his friend up and down, wincing. She would feel lovely come morning, nice and stiff. “You’re covered in bruises.” He told her bluntly. “We’ll need to make sure you take care of all of these tonight or you’re going to have a fit when you wake.” he lifted a hand, finger ghosting along one cut on her neck. “But other than that, nothing a little TLC won’t fix up with a few night’s rest. And a lot of bruise cream.”
Wincing at the ghost of a touch, her hand brushes over the cut. Shallow, stings like a bitch. “I think that was a ring that did that.” She mutters, and sighs. “Thank you, again, for showing up. Seriously. Best timing ever. Y’want some thing to drink where we won’t get jumped. Think if we go back into that bar, we’ll get more attention than we’d like at the moment.” It was the least she could do after all.
Scott chuckled. “Your lucky Cor. I promised the Doctor I’d drink less, and really shouldn’t have been here at all tonight.” he shrugged, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Let’s get you cleaned up first, then how about dinner? I’m allowed wine.” he smirked. “Don’t tell on me?”
“Did y’now? Whatever for?” She starts to walk in the general direction of her TARDIS, slinging her arm around his waist. She couldn’t quite reach his shoulders right now, comfortably that is. “Dinner sounds good. Won’ tell on ya either. Unless we end up drunk on the floor. Which would be bad.”
“I found a chemical compound that can override our ability to metabolize alcohol.” Scott informed her. “Used it liberally to get myself drunk as fuck so I could sleep. He…wasn’t happy with that. Made me promise to ask him before I drank. While I do ask before any heavy drinking… I know he won’t approve of how much I really drink.” Scott glanced down a bit. “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right? I make sure not to get as pissed as I had when he first found out.” He chuckled a bit, following her as she lead the way. “Thanks. I’ve gotten good at realizing the line of almost but not quite drunk.”
I am not a Damsel || Open
Scott took a moment to eye his friend up and down, wincing. She would feel lovely come morning, nice and stiff. “You’re covered in bruises.” He told her bluntly. “We’ll need to make sure you take care of all of these tonight or you’re going to have a fit when you wake.” he lifted a hand, finger ghosting along one cut on her neck. “But other than that, nothing a little TLC won’t fix up with a few night’s rest. And a lot of bruise cream.”
Wincing at the ghost of a touch, her hand brushes over the cut. Shallow, stings like a bitch. “I think that was a ring that did that.” She mutters, and sighs. “Thank you, again, for showing up. Seriously. Best timing ever. Y’want some thing to drink where we won’t get jumped. Think if we go back into that bar, we’ll get more attention than we’d like at the moment.” It was the least she could do after all.
Scott chuckled. “Your lucky Cor. I promised the Doctor I’d drink less, and really shouldn’t have been here at all tonight.” he shrugged, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Let’s get you cleaned up first, then how about dinner? I’m allowed wine.” he smirked. “Don’t tell on me?”
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Scotts all like NOPE NOPE I DIDNT SEE THAT And I legit giggled and am now fangurling in my seat.
Hehehe.
//Is it bad that I roamed a few sites, and found something I think is perfect? *grins* Real quick I think. Hmm.
