#pg college

[irmjaipur]

Stani Memorial P.G. College is a Top College in Jaipur For MA. With the help of a creative and devoted faculty, it pioneered efforts in Indian higher education, such as the introduction of novel and modern curriculum, the insistence on academic discipline, the delivery of Holistic Education, and the adoption of global higher education methods.

#collage #education #student #study #PG College #MA College

[vinay0404]

Jaipur, the cultural capital of Rajasthan, is not only known for its majestic forts and vibrant festivals but also for its thriving educational institutions. Among these, Stani Memorial PG College shines brightly as a distinguished undergraduate college in Jaipur, particularly known for its exceptional B.Com program.

#education #college #pg college

[porcupine-girl]

An important message to college students: Why you shouldn't use ChatGPT or other "AI" to write papers.

Here's the thing: Unlike plagiarism, where I can always find the exact source a student used, it's difficult to impossible to prove that a student used ChatGPT to write their paper. Which means I have to grade it as though the student wrote it.

So if your professor can't prove it, why shouldn't you use it?

Well, first off, it doesn't write good papers. Grading them as if the student did write it themself, so far I've given GPT-enhanced papers two Ds and an F.

If you're unlucky enough to get a professor like me, they've designed their assignments to be hard to plagiarize, which means they'll also be hard to get "AI" to write well. To get a good paper out of ChatGPT for my class, you'd have to write a prompt that's so long, with so many specifics, that you might as well just write the paper yourself.

ChatGPT absolutely loves to make broad, vague statements about, for example, what topics a book covers. Sadly for my students, I ask for specific examples from the book, and it's not so good at that. Nor is it good at explaining exactly why that example is connected to a concept from class. To get a good paper out of it, you'd have to have already identified the concepts you want to discuss and the relevant examples, and quite honestly if you can do that it'll be easier to write your own paper than to coax ChatGPT to write a decent paper.

The second reason you shouldn't do it?

IT WILL PUT YOUR PROFESSOR IN A REALLY FUCKING BAD MOOD. WHEN I'M IN A BAD MOOD I AM NOT GOING TO BE GENEROUS WITH MY GRADING.

I can't prove it's written by ChatGPT, but I can tell. It does not write like a college freshman. It writes like a professional copywriter churning out articles for a content farm. And much like a large language model, the more papers written by it I see, the better I get at identifying it, because it turns out there are certain phrases it really, really likes using.

Once I think you're using ChatGPT I will be extremely annoyed while I grade your paper. I will grade it as if you wrote it, but I will not grade it generously. I will not give you the benefit of the doubt if I'm not sure whether you understood a concept or not. I will not squint and try to understand how you thought two things are connected that I do not think are connected.

Moreover, I will continue to not feel generous when calculating your final grade for the class. Usually, if someone has been coming to class regularly all semester, turned things in on time, etc, then I might be willing to give them a tiny bit of help - round a 79.3% up to a B-, say. If you get a 79.3%, you will get your C+ and you'd better be thankful for it, because if you try to complain or claim you weren't using AI, I'll be letting the college's academic disciplinary committee decide what grade you should get.

Eventually my school will probably write actual guidelines for me to follow when I suspect use of AI, but for now, it's the wild west and it is in your best interest to avoid a showdown with me.

#academia #studyblr #college #finals #pg irl #ai shit #chatgpt #notes

[ipemgroup]

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[cssgi12]

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[hardboiledleggs]

You Looking at Me Looking at You ~ Steddie Week Day 6 @steddie-week

Acrid smoke belched from beneath the hood of his dingy van. Eddie sighed as he slammed his fists against the steering wheel and snatched his bag from the passenger’s seat with a groan. Just his luck.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and shuffled across the parking lot, eyes squinted against a bitter wind that was howling across the campus. This was the third time this month that the van had quit on him on his way to class, and he was fresh out of extra cash to pay for even a bus ticket, let alone a tow truck.

Eddie had just finished weighing the merits of walking home versus calling his Uncle Wayne, who lived in a trailer an hour away from campus, when he reached the squat building housing his favorite class, Intermediate Painting. He swung the door wide, breathing in the smell of canvas and turpentine, and stepped around the many easels scattered across the floor until he reached his favorite corner. Robin was already there, fiddling with her supplies, and her face broke into a toothy grin when she saw Eddie.

“Hiya, Munson! I was wondering if you were ever gonna get here. You’re usually so early, is something wrong?” she chirped as she busied herself with arranging her brushes.

Eddie flopped onto his stool with a huff. “It’s my stupid van. Fuckin’ blew another gasket or some shit. I thought it was gonna explode before I made it into the parking lot.”

She winced in sympathy. “That’s too bad, Eds. You can’t ask Wayne for any extra cash to maybe replace the engine or something?”

“No, no, I-I mean, I don’t want to bother him with something like this. He’s got a lot on his plate, and I’m an adult. I’m supposed to be figuring this stuff out on my own.”

“If you’re sure. Hey, you can always crash at my dorm tonight if you can figure out a way to sneak past Wheeler. She’s been taking her RA duties veeery seriously lately,” Robin rolled her eyes as she said this. “Apparently, Carol from 306 got busted when she went home for Thanksgiving. They went into her room for maintenance and it turns out she had snuck her boyfriend in and he was living there. Wheeler was pissed it happened under her nose.”

Eddie snorted. “Carol Perkins? From our English 101 class first semester? That doesn’t surprise me at all. Remember when she came in late for the exam covered in hickeys? She clearly doesn’t know how to be subtle.”

He grinned and began to sort through his own supplies as Robin cackled. Today was supposed to be a live model study, and he had been struggling with the assignments set to them regarding the human form so far. Eddie had been practicing sketching strangers in the park and at coffee shops, but Professor Bauman had insisted that he had yet to “capture the innate sexuality of the bare human form,” whatever that meant. He was determined to get it right today.

At that moment, Professor Bauman swept into the room, wearing a bright pink smock smattered with paint. He clapped his hands together, silencing the muted chatter in the room.

“Children, children! We have precious little time today for our artistry, so PLEASE let’s get started. I want you to focus on the proportions of your sketch today, making sure that we’re being as accurate as possible before any paint blesses the surface of your canvas.” He leveled a pointed look at Robin, who flushed and picked at a hole in the knee of her jeans. “If everyone is ready, I’ll go and grab our model for today.”

Eddie stuck his tongue out at Robin. “Eat it, Birdie. You aren’t the favorite anymore.”

“Oh, please. You know he lets me call him Murray during office hours.”

“Ask him to boost my grade next time you’re in there, will you? Make yourself useful for once.”

Their squabbling was cut short as Bauman’s office door swung open and out stepped Adonis. Okay, it wasn’t really Adonis, but to Eddie, the model may as well have been the stunning Grecian figure. He was stark naked, of course, which allowed Eddie to see the moles that dotted his gleaming skin like dark constellations. His bronze hair was swept artfully off his forehead, almost gravity-defying in its levity. He was toned, but not overly muscular, and his chest was covered in a dense thicket of hair that Eddie wanted to press his face against. Eddie desperately worked to keep his eyes level with the model’s collarbone and not stray any farther down.

“Hi, everyone, I’m Steve. I’m just going to be doing one pose today, so I’ll be taking quick breaks to stretch every 30 minutes or so.” Steve had a nice voice, calm and alluring. “Feel free to come closer if you need a more detailed look at anything for your sketch, it doesn’t make me uncomfortable at all.”

He smiled at the class, showing off a row of even white teeth. Professor Bauman shook Steve’s hand firmly and waved him toward the low table in the center of the room.

“Remember, let your hands be your brushes. Let the colors move through you and allow them to direct your movements. You have two hours. Begin, please!”

At that moment, Robin elbowed Eddie sharply in the ribs, forcing a hacking cough from his lungs as he took his first breath in what felt like hours.

“Jesus, Munson. Subtlety isn’t your strong suit either,” she muttered from the corner of her mouth.

Eddie spared her a glance of disdain before watching Steve lower himself onto the table, folding his arms underneath his head and bending one leg so his knee pointed skyward in a pose that showed off just how muscular his thighs were. Shaking himself, Eddie sorted through his pencils with a shaking hand until he found one light enough to begin his sketch with.

The next half hour was torturous. Eddie really did try for professionalism, carefully outlining Steve’s frame and sketching out the proportions for his hands, but every time the model shifted to grab a drink of water or stretch out his limbs, Eddie’s eyes drifted downward and he became so flustered his pencil would slip and mar his careful marks.

At the hour mark, Professor Bauman began to walk around the room to begin his critiques. He had this way of leaning into his students’ space and artfully picking apart their work that was equal parts impressive and unnerving. At Robin’s canvas, he paused for about a minute before remarking “Don’t be afraid to get up close and give the appropriate detail to the more intimate parts of our friend Steve,” which made Robin blush.

His gaze slide to Eddie’s work, and he broke into a pleased smile.

“Yes, Munson! This is what I have been looking for from you! Do you see how you’ve used the light in the room to bring the focus of your sketch to his face? And his expression, my God, so simultaneously haunting and sensual! Excellent work, keep it up!”

Bauman swept away in a dramatic fashion, leaving Eddie to bury his face in his hands. The word ‘sensual’ echoed around his skull. He wondered if Steve had been listening to that particular bit of the professor’s speech and internally debated whether it would be more embarrassing to leave now or possibly be stuck walking to the parking lot at the same time as the model.

Robin snorted, catching Eddie’s eye and wiggling her eyebrows suggestively as he glowered at her. Leave it to Buckley to revel in his extreme embarrassment.

The class continued to sketch silently, save for the shuffling of supplies or a muffled curse when someone smudged their careful pencil lines. Eddie had almost completed his initial portrait when he got to the hands and frowned. Hands had never been his strong suit; they were always proportioned differently on each person, and there were too many knuckles and creases to ever look natural.

Sighing, he gathered some scrap paper and a pencil and shoved his stool back from his easel. He shuffled into the center of the room to Steve’s side, trying and failing to keep his eyes on the more appropriate parts of the model. Steve’s eyes flitted to his own, and he grinned up at Eddie, though he kept his body completely still.

“Need to see anything specific?” he asked quietly.

Eddie flushed beet-red. “Uh, your hands?” he asked, cringing internally at his indecisive tone.

Steve lifted one hand and placed it in Eddie’s palm. “Do your worst, Munson,” he said with a wink. “That is your name, right?”

His fingers were warm and solid against Eddie’s, and each nail was painted a different color, though most of the paint was chipping. Up this close, Eddie could smell a faint hint of something floral: Steve’s shampoo, maybe? He clutched Steve’s fingers and sat on the small stool next to the table, searching for his usual confidence.

“That’s my name, feel free to wear it out.”

A hastily-stifled laugh shook Steve’s chest, and he glared at Eddie in mock anger as Eddie’s ego preened under the positive attention.

“I really need this paycheck, dude, don’t screw this up for me. I can’t go back to scooping ice cream at the mall,” he whined.

Eddie smiled as he held Steve’s hand up, carefully bending and straightening each knuckle as he sketched.

“Sorry, big boy. I can’t just turn off my irresistible charm all willy-nilly. What if a handsome man walks in here and starts flirting with me? I have to be prepared for every possibility.”

“I thought a handsome man was already flirting with you,” Steve shot back, a glint in his warm brown eyes.

Eddie’s heart skipped a beat, but he recovered quickly, glancing around the room in exaggerated confusion.

“Really? Where is he?”

Steve yanked his hand away, still grinning. “You wound me, Munson. I thought I had a sensual form? Maybe I’ll just take my talents elsewhere.”

Eddie finished his sketch with a flourish and stood, shrugging at the model still lying flat on the table in front of him.

“I suppose you can do that, but good luck finding another cute guy to flirt with in here,” he drawled.

“There’s always Professor Bauman,” Steve snarked, and Eddie snorted as he backed toward his easel.

As soon as he had flopped back into his seat and his face was hidden from Steve, Eddie spun to face Robin. She was already looking at him with a knowing expression on her face, one eyebrow lifted in an unspoken question.

“He’s so hot, Birdie. And funny. I’m going to die!” Eddie hissed at her, and she rolled her eyes at him fondly as she took in the panicked expression on his face.

“Just so you know, Mr. Hot-and-Funny watched your ass the entire walk back to your seat. Good thing you wore your tight jeans today,” Robin smirked.

Eddie flipped her off and schooled his face into a neutral expression. He refused to give her the satisfaction of flustering him.

When the professor told them to pack up for the day, Steve stretched languidly like a cat and loped into Bauman’s office. Eddie gazed after him dazedly, watching as his muscular thighs flexed and his ass bounced with every step. He would’ve been more embarrassed if there weren’t at least five other students doing the exact same thing.

Robin stood and sighed. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she tugged at a lock of Eddie’s hair.

“You sure you’ll be able to get home okay? I bet we could sneak you past Wheeler if we tried.” The genuine concern in her voice almost melted his resolve, but he shook his head.

“Don’t worry about me, Buckley. I have enough duct tape to hold the old gal together for another few miles at least.” Her frown deepened, and he hastily added, “Besides, I don’t think Tammy likes me very much. The last time I was over I broke one of her mugs and she called me an ‘inbred hick’ or something charming like that. I still can’t believe you ever had a thing for her.”

Robin shook her head ruefully. “Alright, asshat. I’ll see you next week then. Call me when you get home so I know you lived.”

She left, barely catching the toe of her sneaker on the doorjamb and stumbling into the hall as she went. Eddie listened to her muffled curses as she tripped down the hall on the walk back to her dorm and grinned to himself.

He packed up his supplies carefully. This professional shit hadn’t been cheap, and he definitely couldn’t afford to replace his oil pencils if he ruined them. As he was stacking his canvas carefully in the back with the others, the door to the professor’s office opened and Steve stepped out, dressed now in simple blue jeans and a bright yellow sweater. He was frowning slightly and fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt, but he straightened up and his face brightened when he spotted Eddie still lingering in the classroom.

“Hey, Munson! I was hoping I could catch you before you left,” he called as he hurried to Eddie’s side. “How did your piece turn out?”

“Not bad,” Eddie smiled. “Helped that the subject was cute, you know. I do my best work when I’m staring at hot people.”

Steve threw his head back in a genuine laugh as they began the walk through campus. His strides were much longer than Eddie’s, despite their similar heights, and Eddie found himself rushing a bit to keep up.

“So, are you majoring in Art?” Steve asked, his casual tone at odds with the searching intensity in his eyes.

“Oh, uh, yeah, I am. I want to do tattoos for a living like my mom, so… art degree! College isn’t really my thing but I knew my uncle would get a real kick out of raising a college grad. I used to, you know, deal in high school, so he just about explodes with pride whenever he can tell somebody I’m a sophomore in college.” Eddie grinned ruefully at Steve. “Of course, the dealing is what made it possible to pay for these first couple of years, but there’s a mutual understanding to ignore that part of our finances.”

That drew out another laugh from Steve. Eddie felt the laugh settle somewhere in his chest, warming him from the inside despite the biting wind.

“So, what do you usually get up to after class?” Steve questioned. He was still picking at the loose threads on the ends of his sleeves like he was nervous, although he seemed perfectly comfortable walking with Eddie.

“Well, today I will be begging my uncle to come up and drive me home, probably. My van quit on me again this morning,” Eddie sighed as he scuffed his shoe along the edge of the sidewalk. He knew Wayne wouldn’t mind, but he felt horrible for interrupting his uncle’s sleep schedule because he couldn’t take care of his own vehicle.

“Damn. If only there was a cute guy around who would definitely drive you home if you asked nicely.” Steve snapped his fingers in an ‘aw shucks’ motion and sighed. “If only he had a really nice car and absolutely nothing to do tonight and is desperately trying to figure out a way to spend more time with you.”

Eddie’s heart leaped into his throat. Blush saturated his cheeks, staining them with pink, and he turned to look Steve in the eye.

“You better not be fucking with me, okay? You’re fun and I like you, so if you drive me home, it better not be the last time I see you.”

Steve gave him a long and searching look before grabbing Eddie’s hand and looping their fingers together.

“Well I, for one, am excited to see your place,” he said softly.

Eddie grinned and allowed himself to be tugged toward the parking lot a little faster than his legs could carry him.

~~~

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#steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie week #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #stranger things #eddie x steve #steddie fic #platonic eddie and robin #college au #no upside down au #nude model steve harrington #surprisingly pg for the subject matter #back from my hiatus where i felt zero creativity for months #art student eddie munson

[danganphobia]

abt ur laishuro college au....what do you think would happen if they spent the night at eachothers dorms

pre-relationship college au: the first time toshiro spends the night at laios' dorm it's definitely to work on an assignment together. laios and chilchuck dorm together but chilchuck is out for the night so they have the place to themselves. it's completely innocent tbh because laios has a gigantic puppy crush on toshiro and would do anything just to be in his company... when toshiro says it's getting late laios makes puppy eyes and says he'll order in and they could just watch a movie and hang out. it barely takes any convincing before toshiro gives it and laios goes "YAY" and they spend the rest of the night binging movies on the couch. laios is just infodumping lore the whole time while they eat and toshiro silently listens because he doesn't know what's going on, and laios talking over the movie makes it even more difficult to make sense of anything but a) he's really cute and b) he smells good and c) toshiro doesn't know if he should look laios in the eyes or keep his eyes on the tv because laios is staring directly at him as he talks and it's overwhelming

then toshiro falls asleep on accident because i'd imagine he's a bit of a workaholic and is sleep-deprived. laios' shoulder makes a really good pillow. meanwhile laios is texting another gc with just farlyn and marcille freaking out like GUYSHESSLEEPING ON MYSHOULEDER HE LOOKS SO CUTE WHAT DO I DO and theyre like whatever u do do Not Wake Him Up. toshiro's looks so comfortable too, so laios just grabs the throw blanket on the couch and drapes it over toshiro. they fall asleep together. it's a very cute moment.

Morning Toshiro very much regrets this though. he wakes up snuggling next to Laios and he's like oh Shit and jumps off the sofa, waking Laios up. Toshiro's insisting that he really has to go back to his dorm he's stayed way too long and that's not supposed to happen. he's grabbing his stuff and flipping his shit. laios just laughs and walks up to toshiro, and very calmly asks, "before you go, can i just make you breakfast first?"

toshiro's stomach rumbling answers that question lmao. after breakfast laios walks him back to his dorm :) toshiro turns around and shyly thanks him for breakfast and last night. laios scratches the back of his head and grins that it's no problem, and that he'd love to do it again, but without assignments involved. toshiro's like but why would we do that. laios blushes, "it's 'cause i like hanging out with you?" and it's toshiro's turn to blush and he says, "oh, okay."

Laios brights up and says "really???" his excitement is kind of confusing but it makes Toshiro snort and he nods anyway because he just can't bring himself to say no to Laios anyway. Neither of them speak about them cuddling last night like idiots. They just linger at Toshiro's dorm, not sure of what to say next, because if they do say something they'd have to leave and cut their time together short. Laios asks for a hug though, and Toshiro hugs him before he leaves. This hug, in particular, lasts just a bit longer than all their other ones. So take that as you will. :)

#laishuro #laishuro college au #van writes #asks #anon if ur talking about them spending the night after they begin dating this answer would be a lot less pg btw

[krishna-sangini]

College is great, no doubt, but I just wanna take a 1-year break and disappear in Vrindavan... :)

#my_musings #krishna #krishnablr #gopiblr #idk what's wrong with me #like once I'm back in the pg i DO NOT wanna go to college #but when I get into college everything's alright again #istg I'm going freaking crazy #keshav come save your sakhi from going insane please

[punkeropercyjackson]

Thinking every character would be into older men is a weird ass assumption to make actually,especially when the characters in question aren't even adults

#fr i'm 22 and men with full head of grey hairs have hit on me and i still wish i'd beat their asses in public instead running away in fear #i don't even have p//edo trauma i just find no appeal in dating men old enough to be my dad(the way this phrase is a romance/p*rn trope.die) #and no i am not saying all age gaps are bad i ship some age gap pairings and one of my selfships is a 40something y/o with a 60something y/o #i just think there's a world of difference between a young adult and someone a few years older and two minors with a 1 or 2 year age diff #and someone who's just starting out being grown and someone with decades of experience or a middle schooler and a college student #this goes quadruple for characters from pg media.you can't call 'curate your experience' when you're invading children's spaces #i assure you that most kids and even adults are MUCH more interested in rizzing up people their age than getting pewpaws and mewmaws #antiproship #age gap cw #percy jackson #antilukercy #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #stephanie brown #antisladick #antisladejay #antijayslade #roy harper #antijayroy #ra's al-ghul #antijaytim #antitimras #jon kent #antidamijon #antijaysteph #bi #trans #summerposting

[winkura]

AMERICANOS & PRETTY GIRLS — kim minji

SYNOPSIS : kim minji, infamously known as the adventurous yet awkward type. frequently getting caught for buying her notorious americanos, but rarely ever acquiring them from the same coffee shop. but everything changes when she arrives at the furthest cafe and stumbles upon the most beautiful girl working there.

CHAPTER ONE : no coffee creamer

masterlist — next

winter notes : first chapter aaah!!!!!!! i hope this wasn’t too bad </3 once again my taglist is open, just leave a comment or send me asks that is in my profile!! love you all sm thank you AGAIN for all the love you’ve already given, it truly means sm

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#a&pg! #a&pg!kmj #minji smau #minji x reader #minji scenarios #newjeans smau #minji imagines #newjeans fanfic #minji fanfic #newjeans x reader #newjeans #wlw #minji x female reader #newjeans x female reader #minji fluff #kpop smau #college au #social media au #kpop fanfic #girl group #girl group fanfic #girl group smau #girl group scenarios #girl group imagines #minji oneshots #newjeans oneshots

[ratsalad]

so bertie can sightread new (and sometimes difficult!) music and play it flawlessly WHILE singing along to it near-flawlessly all on first try, but he can't tell that ff is fortissimo... i always assumed he had a classical education because he was so proficient at piano but this changes things.

now i'm inclined to assume this was a skill he picked up on his own, gathering bits of instruction here and there, OR he was one of those folks to whom music sense came easily and he paid attention to only the most necessary theory (how to rudimentarily read a sheet) to get playing. and we know it does come easily to him - besides the sightreading, he's seen riffing even as he turns to speak to jeeves in the middle of a song. throughout the series he seems at his most comfortable while playing the piano and i just. really, really love that

#lmao can you believe if one B. Wilberforce Wooster had perfect pitch. what if he DOES what if that's why singing on first try is so easy #for him #this man went to eton college btw i don't know how compulsory music was over there when he was young boy but clearly he didnt care much for #the details if he doesn't know what ff is sksksksk #jeeves and wooster #bertie wooster #pg wodehouse #vaaya moodu #i too can only rudimentarily read a sheet lol all i wanted to do was play back then i didn't even learn to read key signatures properly #and i too had a rather informal music education if that wasn't obvious

[vinay0404]

https://www.nairaland.com/8033360/best-post-graduation-college-jaipur#128980534

Best Post Graduation College In Jaipur: Stani Memorial PG College

Stani Memorial PG College proudly holds the title of the best post-graduation college in Jaipur, offering a diverse range of programs tailored to meet the evolving needs of today's learners. With a strong emphasis on academic rigor, practical learning, and industry relevance, the college prepares students to excel in their chosen fields and make meaningful contributions to society.

#college #education #pg college

[dianaraven]

hey friends help a girl build her corpus

i’m doing a final project in university on detective fiction--specifically detective fiction NOT like Sherlock Holmes or Murder at the Rue Morgue. The point of this project is to analyze stories where the READER is given enough information to figure out who did it. They don’t have to be murder mysteries, no overarching plots please. 

I’m trying to build a corpus, so books with hard copies are fine, but I would prefer ones that are also available online for free or online in a .txt format for easier conversion into my tagging software. Specifically non-child-lit is preferred since I already have the whole selection of Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys, and Encyclopedia Brown, and I find that child-lit are much easier to find on internet archive.

I will have a budget for this project, but that’s all coming out of my own pocket, so it’s really a budget. Books that are in public domain/free are very much preferred. 

Story recs of minority authors welcome! 

rbs appreciated!

#detective fiction #specfic #speculative fic #speculative fiction #nancy drew #sherlock holmes #hardy boys #encyclopedia brown #pg wodehouse #arthur conan doyle #book recs #Book Recommendations #corpus call #diana's final project #studyblr #studyspo #university #college #tagging a lot for free blaze /s #scooby doo #if only i could use scooby doo as a source but my project is on lit not tv rip #maybe for my post-uni work ill be able to use it

[diorleclerc]

College! Pierre

Smart Fboy pining over you

Helping out with essays, getting you all hot and bothered

i was gonna be done with the college drabbles for the day but i liked this concept too much and had to answer it now instead of waiting til next week

you’re trying to focus on the project but you can’t because you know pierre’s looking at you

you guys were partnered up for a project and ever since you started spending time together for it, he could get your panties wet with just a smirk

which was a problem

because pierre gasly was one of the biggest fuck boys on campus

and you probably should’ve tried to get a new partner

but he’s also one of the top students in the class so you knew he’d be a great partner

and he is, but only when he’s not staring at you like he’s trying to undress you with his eyes

“stop staring at me.”

“why? you’re a pretty sight to look at.”

“focus on the project, pierre,” you tell him

“i’m done with my part already,” he shrugs

“what? how are you done already?”

“i work fast,” he starts before smirking at you

“i’m also fast at other things too. and rough and hard-”

“oh my god, pierre!” you cut him off but the smirk still remained on his face

“i definitely wouldn’t mind hearing you moaning that while you’re pinned underneath me.”

“you- i swear you have gotten a lot more annoying since the day we met.”

“and you’ve only gotten prettier,” he flirts and you just stare at him

“you confuse the fuck outta me. one minute you’re trying to get in my pants and the next you’re complimenting me. what do you want? me in your bed or to take me out on a date?” you say sarcastically but he thinks you’re serious

“both. date first, then my bed,” he answers

before you could even think, you open your mouth to respond

and your response shocks both of you

“well i’m not hungry yet so how about bed first then date?”

#pg #college!pierre #fuckboy!pierre #college tuesdays #diorleclerc drabbles #♡

[indeedgoodman]

#sneakers #dog #bucket #basketball #bball #ncaa basketball #kentucky #wildcats #rob dillingham #point guard #pg #nba #college basketball

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PG Diploma in Business Analysis 2023

Pursuing a Post-Graduate Diploma in Business Analysis in 2023 could be the game-changer you've been seeking. In this ever-evolving world of business, being equipped with the right knowledge and skills is essential for success.

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