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romanarose · 1 month

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Happy St. Patick's Day, Darl'n

DBF!Joel Miller x fem!reader

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Summary: Joel and you navigate dating. Oh and you get drunk.

Warnings: Drinking, getting DRUNK drunk. Feelings (ew) big old age gap (2X age), mild jealous but communicating, crybaby reader. Daddy dom Joel. Joel has insecuritues but he loves reader. Reader tryna smash.

Immersivity: Reader is fem reader is 21+, dresses very feminine. Drinks and celebrates chritian holidays, not neccecarily is christian but like family and culturaly. Major age gap. Big girthy age gap. Joel can pick up reader and is taller than her. Mentions of hair with bows.

A/n: this header screams "graphic design is my passion" LMFAOOOOOO

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“WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” You shout loudly on the street, green beer in your hand. Joel was patiently trying to get you to come home. You and him had taken a tad bit of a risk, coming out in public together but you had decided as long as you keep things chaste, you could always tell anyone who spots you both that you had ran into each other and stuck around. Problem was, now that you were drunk, your hands were wandering and Joel couldn’t lie his way out of the way you were pinching his ass.

“C’mon, hon, let’s get you home.” He tries to judge you, but the way your eyes light up makes him think you have other plans.

“Lets go to Tommy’s party!!!!”

This made Joel laugh out loud. “It’s 3 pm and you’re drunk. You’re going to be hung out by the evening already.”

“So I keep drinking and then I’ll never get hung over!” You were wearing a cute green dress and green ribbons in your hair, making you look as adorable as ever and as much as he would love to take you to Tommy and make him watch him finger you on his lap, pretty little dress spread… you needed water and bedtime.

Joel was matching you in color only, and even that was a stretch. While you wore sea green with little flowers on your dress, Joel wore his dark green flannel. He thought you were such a mismatched couple, some of his insecurity seeped through. Seeing a girl as beautiful as you out with an old man like him… Sometimes he wondered if you were better with someone younger. Still, Joel had a good time with you. He liked watching you smile and dance, lighting up the world around you and lighting up his day.

You begin to wave down the bartender, but Joel places his hands firmly on your shoulders. “Now baby, you listen to your daddy.” He whispers in your ear so only you could hear. Your body language instantly relaxes, slipping into sub space with only a few words. “I’m going to take your home, and you are going to nap, understand?”

“Yes daddy.” You’d had fun for close to 5 hours now. It was time for his girl to get some rest.

Joel paid the hefty tab of overpriced themed drinks without a boink, left a nice tip, and then ushered you out the door.

Back in the comfort of your apartment, Joel was making you drink water in the kitchen as you giggled looking at your phone with a squinty eye.

“What’re yuh laughing about, sweet girl?”

“Nothing, baby, just Tommy.”

Joel stopped. Turned around. “You’re texting Tommy?”

It wasn’t that you were talking to his brother. Tommy had fucked you… but Joel was the first to admit he was a jealous man and Tommy… well, Tommy never had issues getting girls, and was a few years younger.

“Yeah!” You show him a picture Tommy sent at his party. “See his shirt? Isn’t it funny?” Tommy wore the same shirt he’d worn since the 90’s on saint patrick's day, his Green Day shirt. Tommy lived for when people said he isn’t wearing green and he can point to the Green on his shirt. Dumbass. The shirt was falling apart, showing his skin in the rips. Maybe Joel should let him know that he was actually dating you now, and you weren’t fair game.

“It’s… so funny, baby.” When he looked up, he saw your little lip quivering and your eyes filling with water. “No, baby, don’t-” but it was too late, you were sobbing. Since dating you, actually dating you, he’d realized how true it was when your dad said you were an emotional girl. You cried… a lot. But that was okay, Joel didn’t mind helping you pick the pieces up again. He’d guard your heart for you.

“I’m s–s-s-o-r-r-yyyyyy!!”

“Oh, darl’n, c’mere” Joel pulls you into his strong safe arms. “Why’re yuh cry’n? I ain’t mad.”

“I was texting Tommy!”

You let you cry for a moment, then picked you up and sat you on his counter. Firm but gentle, he took your face in his hands. “Look at me now, pretty girl.” He waited until your sad eyes met his. “You don’t gotta apologize for that.”

“It’s just friendly, I promise!”

“It’s alri-”

“He’s your brother and I care about you so I care about your family!”

Joel squeezed your cheeks until you stopped talking, his eyes intense on yours. “I don’t care that you’re texting Tommy. I watched him fuck you, and he’s known you as long as I have. I trust you, and if you want to have sex with him again, I know you’ll just talk to me.” Letting go, Joel kissed your lips, tasting the frilly alcohol. “You’re mine.” He thumbed a stray tear away.

You look up at him, still a little stressed. “I’ve been accused of cheating. A lot. I never ever have! Ever!”

“I believe you.”

“It’s just… other guys… if I didn’t want to have sex or spent too much time with my friends or family or was laughing at my phone and… I dunno… I might be a little defensive…”

Joel did not like that one bit. “Darl’n, I’m sorry that happened.” He took your face in his large hands. “I ain’t ever gonna make you feel bad for not wanting to have sex, and I love that you have great friends and family. I happen to like your family a lot too.” He winks, a nod to how you met. “And I’m glad Tommy makes you laugh, because I like watching you laugh. ‘M sorry for acting grumpy.”

Finally you smiled again, reaching your arms up. “I like that you’re grumpy. My grumpy old man.”

Joel swatted your ass and called you a brat.

“JOOOOOOEEEELLL!!!” You whine in bed, kissing him and grinding yourself against his hip. Although he gave you sweet kisses, he kept pulling your hands away your you tried to undo his belt. “Come oooooooon!!!”

“Nuh-uh” He said firmly. “You were about to pass out while I brushed your teeth. Go to bed, I’ll fuck you when you’re not drunk off you ass.” Although judging how much you dran

You begin sobbing again. He didn’t even know if you knew why this time.

“Oohhhhh no.” Joel chastises, but pulls you onto him so he could hold you. “None of that. Hush now…. Hush…” Joel rubs your back in your soft warm PJ’s. 3 seconds later, you’re snoring on top of him.

“Happy St. Patrick's Day, Darl’n”

COMMUNICATION IS IMPORTANT!!!

I'm watching love is blind and... jesus Christ XD

up next is technically easter but im kinda starkly aware we've established reader celebrated christian holidays and im like what if i spice it up? what if their friend invited them to purim? bc I love Purim and i wanna see Joel in a costume LMFAOOOO

love you guys!!!!

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crystallizedtwilight · 8 months

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a thing I forgot about Nightmare Before Christmas are the other holiday doorways! Valentines, Easter, St. Patties, Independence, and Thanksgiving then of course Christmas and Halloween.

my point tho! imagine if you will! the 3 gremlins choosing to jump through the doorways like Jack did, which ones would they choose? and would they adapt their ways to said holiday? etc. etc. type thinking path.

also imagine Lock in Valentines theme outfit, red is his color after all!

This always makes me laugh because a detail I overlooked the first time watching the movie is that the trio takes over a month to capture Sandy Claws. What were they doing during that time? Well, according to the novelization, they were running through the other doors! "Smashing decorated eggs" in Easter Town, "instigating food fights" in Thanksgiving Town, etc. I've drawn a couple below the cut! Maybe I'll do more some day:

After Jack scolds the trio for kidnapping the Easter Bunny, the movie launches into the song “Making Christmas” where we see our first marker for time in a while: the town countdown clock which now reads 35 DAYS TO XMAS (which would put us at exactly November 20). The song lasts until there is only one day remaining until Christmas, putting us at December 24. Once the song ends, we see the Trio return with Santa who confirms the date is indeed Dec 24 (“Me, on vacation, on Christmas Eve?”), meaning the Trio were out on their quest to kidnap Sandy Claus for 35 days (+ the time they wasted before that kidnapping the wrong holiday icon lol)

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golden--doodler · 7 months

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This post was long overdue! I can’t believe I haven’t done this sooner, but here’s part two of the very first post I made on this lovely site, random Bob’s Burgers facts that no one asked for but I’m sharing/reminding everyone of because I can:

—Apparently, when Gene was a toddler, Bob had to watch him, and he somehow managed to eat a fern under Bob’s watch. Where did this fern come from? Who knows? ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯ Bob was very worried and thought Gene would die or get really sick, but he was fine. Gene has an iron stomach for real. This tidbit is as mentioned in Season 3, Episode 15, O.T. The Outside Toilet.

—Gene is the only Belcher with visible ears, and they’re adorable 🥰 I still don’t know how Bob’s hair manages to completely cover his, but it does.

—Real life fact, but 9/3 is not only Bob and Linda’s anniversary, but also Loren Bouchard and his wife’s anniversary! That’s where he got the date from. How adorable.

—Linda’s birthday is June 3, making her a Gemini. Tina’s birthday is March 30, making her an Aries. Gene is a Sagittarius, making his birthday sometime in either late November or December. I like to say his birthday is December 19, because that’s one of my friend’s birthdays :3

—Linda’s high school was called Cardinal Genarro High School, and one time, there was a pumpkin carving contest. Linda didn’t want Gayle to feel bad for losing to Linda’s amazing pumpkin, so she tried smashing her own pumpkin. Gayle followed her, though, and because of a series of events, they ended up destroying the entire table, which they swore to keep secret until well into adulthood (Season 12, Episode 3, The Pumpkinening).

—Linda’s hometown is a made-up town called Hunkawtaway.

—Linda once had Jury Duty on St. Patrick’s Day and wore a green blazer to court.

—Tina’s favorite flowers are Gardenias, as revealed in Season 5, Episode 11, Can’t Buy Me Math.

—Tina owns cat pajamas as seen in Season 4, Episode 9, Slumber Party, and that’s very important to me.

—Gene has brown eyes, which he most likely inherited from Bob. In the comics, Tina’s eye color is revealed to be blue, which she might have inherited from Linda.

—According to Gene in Season 11, Episode 2, Worms of In-Rear-Ment, Louise has always wanted to see Machu Pichu.

—Louise has apparently seen “Game of Thrones”. I wonder what she thought of it. Funnily enough, in the Season 4 Wharf Horse two-part season finale, Bob mourned the fact that he’d never find out how the show ended.

—As seen in Season 11, Episode 14, Mr. Lonely Farts, Gene normally hates being alone and thrives off the energy of other people. My poor boy had a whole panic attack when he was accidentally left home alone. However, he ends up using the opportunity to do a rave in Louise’s room with all of her toys, which she usually tells him not to do. It’s also revealed in that episode that Linda has a secret cracker stash, which he infiltrates.

—According to Season 13, Episode 18, Gift Card or Buy Trying, Gene might not like himself a whole lot. He rants about his former friend, Mitchell, saying that he’s loud, can’t really play music, and has no idea how annoying he is, and then comes to a realization, saying they’re exactly the same, so those things might be how he views himself.

—In Season 13, Episode 21, Mother Author Laser Pointer, it’s shown that Bob and Linda used to read Snail & Newt books to the kids when they were young, which is based off the real life Frog & Toad series. It’s so sweet they did this T_T

—Teddy’s favorite color is yellow! Mine is too :D This was revealed in Season 4, Episode 16, I Get Psy-Chic Out of You.

—Teddy’s full name might be Theodore J. McGillicuddy.

—Jimmy Pesto called Jimmy Jr. “Pepper” as a nickname in Season 1, Episode 10, Burger War, a nickname that’s not been repeated since.

—According to Season 3, Episode 20, The Kids Run the Restaurant, Mr. Fischoeder was married for a week. He had a real Grunkle Stan moment.

—As seen in Season 9, Episode 19, Long Time Listener, First Time Bob, Bob loved listening to a radio station with a DJ named Clem when he and Linda first started getting the restaurant off the ground. I think Bob listening to the radio at night and jamming out is very endearing. The same episode also revealed Bob’s hatred for Sweet Potato Fries.

—In Season 9, Episode 16, Roamin’ Bob-Iday, it’s revealed Bob occasionally succumbs to severe burnout from working at the restaurant, but despite that, cooking will always be his favorite thing to do.

—As revealed in Season 7, Episode 7, The Last Gingerbread House on the Left, Bob used to build gingerbread houses with his late mother, Lily. In the same episode, he made mini gingerbread versions of his family, which is the cutest thing ever. He’s the best dad for real.

#bobs burgers #this was so much fun!#i’ve been wanting to make a part two of that post for so long #i tried my best to say some niche or more interesting facts that most wouldn’t know right away #i think the gingerbread fact is my favorite 🥲#i hope you guys enjoy reading these facts as much as i enjoyed writing them

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uranium · 26 days

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March Recap

-> go out to a shitty punk(?) show

-> friends birthday party at dave and busters

-> scene birthday party :D

-> turn 22.......

-> the march 8-17 hazardroommatelabpartner alcohol era. i planned to go sober in spring just to be safe but for my bday i was given so much booze and only 10 days in which to consume it. snowballed into rlp and i getting smashed every single day and night and no it was not a good time. but the bit matters above all else.

-> research group bbq

-> roommatelabpartner invites their swing dance friends over for jackbox party and everyone gets smashed beyond belief the bathroom is a warzone. had more physical contact than ive experienced in 3 years

-> st patricks day movie night with physics trio also marking the end of alcohol era

-> yuri moment.

-> fun dinner out w physics friends :)

-> go home for spring break = the horrors

-> get to hang out with my moirail! do a few days of thrift shopping

-> play mini golf w family

-> hang out w J

-> more moirail days

-> return to uni for The Final Quarter

#recap #wow this was a. month

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jlawbenn · 2 months

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For those reading @fazcinatingblog ‘s vague posts and my one post:

The story of how I nearly died in Sydney.

We were heading to the Giants V Collingwood game (the first mistake) in Homebush or whatever they call that stupid area so we caught the ferry but it’s so stupid, the ferry stop says Sydney Olympic Park but it’s actually nowhere near Sydney Olympic Park and we thought we just had a 10 minute walk.

15 minutes later up a hill we were exhausted.

We waited for a bus to take us back to Sydney Olympic Park train station which was all fine and all but the stupid thing is, there is a very high and unexpected step that I’ve never seen on any Melbourne bus, any Sydney bus, any Queensland bus, right where the Opal/Myki card touch off machine is.

Laura had stumbled down the step literally seconds before me but I hadn’t seen as I was trying to touch my stupid card off and had my sunglasses on. There was absolutely no way for me to see the step. I thought I was just walking, then I felt myself miss the step and I felt myself falling, but I was like ‘I’ll catch my fall I’ll catch my fall it’s just a bus step’ then it all went to severe pain and that’s all I remember, I think I woke up a few minutes later to Laura in my face asking if I was okay and holding my sunglasses, and another lady picking me up holding a packet of tissues because my finger and arm were pouring blood. I’d smashed my forehead on the concrete, I thought my hat had saved me but it hadn’t. My phone from where I touched off was still in my right hand, completely outstretched and slightly on the ground. My bag landed in a stupid position too. The bus driver forced me to give my details so I couldn’t sue him and he didn’t recognise my suburb address and then realised I’m Victorian and proceeded to tell me Victorians have no idea about public transport. Lmao okay mate.

Laura kept saying we could go back to the hotel whenever we wanted but after such a horrid run all I wanted to do was sit. I was kind of dizzy and didn’t know which way was up and some stupid GWS worker kept trying to give me this orange high vis vest that I was ready to burn.

When we were sitting I could barely watch the football. The lights were absolutely killing me and I felt so incredibly nauseous, I could have thrown up. The fans around us kept bagging Ash Johnson out and I kept bagging Lachie Schultz out. Laura said she’d spoken to me several times but had to repeat what she was saying as I just wasn’t with it enough to even hear her. She later described this to the paramedic as ‘very reserved’.

I noted that during the game I could not move my finger for the bad pain and it was still bleeding through the bandaid Laura gave me.

At 3qt I couldn’t take it anymore and could feel myself physically dropping with sleep - very unlikely to happen to me at a loud football game. I knew I had a concussion but I had no idea if I’d be safe enough to fly home the next day. So we found a St John’s ambulance team somewhere surrounding the stadium, Laura came in with me. I had to show them my driver’s license as I couldn’t remember my own birthday or address anymore, I nearly wrote Laura’s address as my own at the hospital. At St John’s I was beginning to violently shiver and I felt freezing. Laura had nothing to do other than sit along and watch me worsen. They did a blood glucose test or whatever that finger prick is, that was fine. Blood pressure was very high for me - they all say 130/60 is normal but that is not normal for me, mine is always low. They checked my pulse and then I remembered I had to tell them I had no spleen and show them my medical ID, something the Royal Melbourne and my haematologist have drilled into me whenever I’m in an emergency, I started to wish I had of given Laura my brother’s contact number, or even Patrick’s contact details so he could have stayed back in Sydney and helped if needed, or if anything got worse and I wouldn’t be able to leave. Or even my daughter’s Nan’s friend who’d came to the game and had a son playing in it.

They told me I should get an ambulance, I didn’t have to but I should - I was like yes I have to, I can’t risk this getting any worse with a flight tomorrow. And I didn’t want to be having seizures or anything at the hotel and leaving poor Laura to deal with it - frankly, she’d dealt with enough. I also wondered if by the time I made it home I’d be with it enough to look after my own children.

I sent Laura back to the hotel in Sydney because she wasn’t an immediate relative and I know due to my having no spleen they always put me in an isolation unit anyway, with strictly no visitors allowed. She asked the paramedic if she should stay or go. The paramedic said she didn’t know. Laura repeated her question. I told the paramedic Laura does this a lot, is never able to decide. Eventually Laura decided to leave - I was more worried about her spending the whole night sitting in the emergency department’s waiting room with a bunch of drug addicts going off tap. I’m still sure we made the right decision but now I realise just how concussed I was that I completely forgot I could have messaged or called my brother’s mate Patrick or his girlfriend, they were right there at the game! I’d lost it completely. All I could think about was my head pain.

The ambulance took a whole quarter to arrive and then they took an hour to leave the venue. I had secretly hoped I’d be taken to the RPA or St V’s - just because I know they’re slightly if not more better, and my details are already with St V’s Melbourne. Nope. They cook me to the concord hospital. The paramedics were so rude - the male one had a go at me for wearing bracelets and said ‘would you just take them off’ and then asked me, on four occasions if I was on drugs or alcohol. I said no, I only smoke cigarettes. He made me call Laura to confirm this, and to confirm details of the fall. And all I could think of was how much Laura hates phone calls.

My head pain was getting so much worse so they gave me this green whistle thing - from then on I had entered a new planet. They took me into the hospital and for not long we had to wait in the corridor behind an old guy in a neck brace with a green whistle who was beat boxing. Or attempting to. And my bitch paramedic took one look at me and said ‘I wish my patients did that, I always get the obnoxious ones’ like gee thanks.

I was asked to fill out a form - GREAT THING TO DO FOR SOMEONE with A CONCUSSION CONCORD - I could barely even hold the pen. I filled in my details as best as I could but under country of birth I accidentally put Croatia - I meant USA. I’d lost it completely and even messaged Laura saying I was born in Croatia. Like Jesus. They soon took me in and made me undress, putting me in a gown and a neck brace and then I wasn’t allowed to move from 11:30pm to 7am. The back and neck pain were torturous. The head pain was murdering.

The pain drugs soon knocked me out before I had remembered to message Laura about what hospital I was in. I was just gone, in another world. I woke up at 1:30am for a nurse to take my blood pressure and pulse. Still very high. She took another blood sugar test and that was fine. Then she left me to rest. Then the bladder awoke and I was busting.

I called for a nurse and thank god I got a nice one - Kim - who explained I had to use a bedpan. If you don’t know what a bedpan is - you simply don’t want to. I had forgotten all about the bedpan when I was in hospital for a concussion last year - the Alfred, actually - and basically they make you kinda bend your knees and lift your butt and then slide the thing under you and then you pee in it, lying down. Very uncomfortable. Very gross. And then they wipe you up much like how I wipe my baby daughter up with baby wipes. So strange to write about also. That was much better - then they left, I updated Laura holding my phone in an absolutely ridiculous position because I couldn’t move my head or neck and arrived to a million photos of Trent Bianco. She’d fallen asleep but awoken to - and experienced a part at the Wynyard station. Sounds like she had fun. I told her where I was and what was going on and went back to sleep for a few hours; there was nothing else to do and I was very concussed.

An hour later Kim came and took my obs again - still high - and gave me a cup of ice because ‘I looked thirsty’. Unfortunately that cup of ice made me had to pee again and an hour later, Kim and I were doing the bedpan again. I could not apologise to her enough.

I called my sister in law - she and my older brother are really my only blood contacts that I’m very close to and that aren’t my children - she couldn’t believe it but at the same time she could because ‘you always leave Collingwood games more injured than the players’ she’s not wrong. I called my cousin too, but I don’t remember much of what she said because I was gaga again at that rate. Laura was on and off texting, obviously asleep herself. She deserved the rest.

At around 5:30 6ish they took me through for a CT scan - both the nurse and I had to scream at them a bunch of times NO CONTRAST as I am anaphylactic to it. The CT scan was nothing to write home about, nor the ridiculous way they slide a yellow thing underneath you and move you from bed to bed. Xray was nothing to write home about other than his name was Jordan and he said I have a good name. I went back to the room and slept again for a bit. The doctor came and told me I had a fractured finger, fractured rib (I’ve only just recovered from another two fractured ribs from Collingwood’s premiership) and a concussion, but that I was okay to fly, I’d just be in a lot of pain. I was discharged at 6:40 and everyone was texting me to get an Uber. I just got the bus and train. The rest of the way was fine but the real bad pain started again at the Sydney Airport when I attempted to sleep on the floor or on Laura’s shoulder - but her shoulder was too Italian so I couldn’t sleep without hearing the lyrics to That’s Amore. I had a micro sleep on the plane but the rib pain was so so bad.

So in the wise words of Darcy Moore’s sister Grace;

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twcbelts · 11 months

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" ... hey lovely lass , " hand meets shoulder , radiant and truly content smile accentuates dimples . " so , finn and i are planning a dinner party for st. patricks day . wan' 'o come ? " / @queenofhartsxo smashed the heart

#queenofhartsxo #* . ･ › 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 ˎ thread .#* . ･ › 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ˎ monday night raw .#throwing this into ny whole finn and becky thing bc i love them

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lavender-creame · 1 year

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My Masterlist

Smut is labeled with 🕯️

✨Oneshots✨

Ryan Magee/Reader

💜🕯️Editor's Ecstasy - 7.9k words | AO3 | Summary: Supermega hires you as a new editor for them, but right before you moved to LA, you roommates canceled on you. Fortunately, Ryan Magee has a spare room for you. | Warnings: smut, nsfw, cursing, boss/ employee relations, unprotected sex, mentions of alcohol |

💜🕯️ A Well Deserved Break - 1.5k words | AO3 | Summary: Ryan has been working hard on his and Matt's latest project so you decide he could use a break. | Warnings: smut, nsfw, cursing, unprotected sex, thigh riding |

💜🕯️ We’ll Figure It Out - 1.3k words | AO3 | (Request) Summary: You and Ryan are about to go out on a group date, but you're not so sure about your outfit. Ryan shows you that you mean the world to him regardless. | Warnings: smut, nsfw, cursing, oral (afab receiving) |

💜🕯️ Christmas Gifts- 2.7k words | AO3 | (Request) Summary: Ryan is at a Christmas party that he really doesn't want to be at until you bump into him. | Warnings: smut, nsfw, cursing, oral (afab receiving), penetration, a little bit of voyeurism if you squint |

💜🕯️ Barhopping- 5.9k words | AO3 | (Request) Summary: Your best friend, Kia, takes you out barhopping on St. Patrick's day to help you get over your last relationship. | Warnings: smut, nsfw, (afab receiving), penetration, mentions of alcohol

Matt Watson/Reader

💚 New Year, New Label- 3k words | AO3 | (Request) Summary: Matt drags you to a New Years party. | Warnings: Just fluff and kissing, mentions of smoking and drinking |

💚🕯️ Friday Nights- 2.4k words | AO3 | (Request) Summary: You and your best friend Matt Watson are hanging out until he challenges you to a round of Super Smash Bros. After you lose horribly, he tries to teach you his ways, but you just can’t get yourself to focus when his fingers are gripping you so perfectly. | Warnings: smut, nsfw, cursing, oral (afab receiving), penetration, teasing, praise |

✨Series✨

Ryan Magee/Reader

💜 For $18 More | Only on AO3 | Your best friend, Matt Watson, offers you a temporary job out in LA to help you move past the old part of your life. What starts off as a simple, short-term editing gig turns into much more than you ever could have anticipated and you learn very quickly that just about anything is on the line for the bit. | Slowburn, strangers to lovers, faking dating |

Matt Watson/Reader

💚 Coming soon!

✨Other✨

Ryan Magee/Reader

💜🕯️ Ryan Magee NSFW Alphabet | AO3 | Warnings: body worship, marijuana, smoking, m*sturbation, size kink, oral

💜 Ryan Magee Holiday headcanons | AO3 | (Request) Warnings: Just tooth rotting fluff and some kissing

Matt Watson/Reader

💚🕯️ Matt Watson NSFW Alphabet | AO3 | Warnings: praise kink, restraints, squirting, marijuana, m*sturbation, oral

💚 Matt Watson Holiday headcanons | AO3 | (Request) Warnings: Just tooth rotting fluff and some kissing

#lavender creame writing #masterlist

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smashbrosartsandothers · 1 year

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St Patrick Day 2023

This drawing is Super smash bros ultimate and multifandom

This Shulk , Sora , Yuki and Rosalina To celebrate about amazing The Saint Patrick's day Amazing a Dress of Green And Amazing I know A fantastic Saint Patrick's day with Smash Bros and everyone also Lucky of star and Beware of the pinch and To celebrate green on Saint Patrick's day.

Ps Happy Saint Patrick's day

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bllsbailey · 2 months

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Making Crime Great Again: Manhattan DA Alvin Bragg Downgraded a Stunning 60% of Felony Cases in 2023

I’ve written extensively about soft-on-crime, George Soros-backed district attorneys like LA’s notorious George Gascón, Philadelphia’s ridiculous Larry Krasner, and so many others. Why? Because crime affects us all:

I Write About Lawlessness in America Because It's Happening Right Outside My Front Door

Mob of Illegals Savagely Beats NYPD Officers, Some Apprehended but Immediately Let Loose With No Bail

California Chaos: Mob Uses Kia to Smash Through Bakery Door, Steals Everything, Destroys the Place

When we write about specific incidents of crime, gaslighters like CA Gov. Gavin Newsom and his supporters will look you straight in the face and reel off a bunch of statistics trying to convince you that what you’re seeing isn’t real.

But a new report supplies the numbers behind what we all know is happening – that progressives are literally legalizing crime right in front of our eyes. It should be called the MAGA movement -- the Make Assault Great Again crowd.

Here you have it, stunning numbers that show Manhattan District Attorney Alvin Bragg has yet to find a crime he doesn’t want to downgrade (unless it involves Donald Trump):

Manhattan District Attorney Alvin Bragg has downgraded a staggering 60 percent of felony cases to lesser charges in the last year, data from his office shows. The progressive DA reduced 938 of the most serious charged in 2023, 834 of which were brought down to misdemeanors. Under Bragg, the percentage of felonies downgraded has increased to 60 - up from 53% percent under his predecessor. Bragg's team defended the figures stating the office's performance is on a par with other New York boroughs and higher when it comes to felony convictions.

Meanwhile, he also chose not to prosecute 14 percent of all arrests since he took office in January 2022.

As the post above points out, “…Bragg downgraded over half of felonies to misdemeanors in his jurisdiction yet had to elevate a misdemeanor past the statute of limitations to a felony to charge Donald Trump.” Today's justice in America.

In the summer of 2023, Police Benevolent Association (PBA) president Patrick Hendry called out the woke DA:

The PBA rented a billboard truck that cruised through the streets of the Big Apple with the message, "A message for Midtown business owners: if you try to stop a repeat offender from terrorizing your customers and staff, you’ll be arrested."

Indeed, RedState reported on an aging bodega worker who killed a man in self-defense as he was being viciously attacked in his own store. Bragg’s response? He charged the worker with murder. Although he later was forced to drop the charges after sustained public outcry, he showed that in his heart, he empathizes with criminals over regular citizens.

Read:

NY DA Bragg Charged Victim in Bodega Attack, but Won’t Charge Woman Who Stabbed Him 3 Times

Woke NY DA Bragg Finally Drops Murder Charges Against Bodega Worker Who Defended Himself

George Gascón has a similarly horrendous record, but Angelenos have a chance to get rid of him once and for all on election day, March 5, and he has a host of strong challengers. It’s time to send a message, folks.

Bragg, Gascón, Krasner, Cook County’s Kim Foxx, St. Louis’ Kim Gardner, Oakland’s Pamela Price, and many others are literally tearing down this country, crime by unpunished crime. Call it George Soros' gift to America.

I’m going to keep reporting on these stories, and hopefully, many others will too, because this has got to stop. If you appreciate articles like this – and so many others on a variety of topics at RedState – consider joining our ad-free VIP program, where you get access to reports, videos, and content unavailable to non-subscribers.

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healinghks · 11 months

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Two Different Places

You’re in a band van with your lover.

I’m in a bed, alone, staring at the ceiling and wondering what the hell happened. I haven’t eaten today. I’ve gotten maybe 7 hours of sleep in the past 48 hours, 2 of which happened to overlap with my first work meeting. I’m off to a great start there; late to my first ever assignment.

Everything is gone and I don’t know why.

Everything reminds me of you. Even this bed I’m in. Laying here and staring up at the empty ceiling, I think of you. The last time I was in this bed, I called you, high out my mind on New Years, pupils dilated to the point that there were only little slivers of green remaining. You laughed with me and made that your contact picture. I was just starting to get to know you. I didn’t know you fully, yet, and my consciousness knew that I couldn’t handle emotional connection. I was too broken. But my subconscious persisted, telling me there was something there. It manifested in calls at 3am with the opening line, “I’m not sure why I’m calling you.” Now, it’s 3am and I’m alone in this fucking bed. Dallas, Texas happens to be a prominent place in both the beginning and end of this story.

Everything that reminds me of you is a knife to the gut because I know now that none of it was real. So many random memories keep floating in my head. That drunk old guy in Weston. Sex on your front porch. Studying in your house. Finally learning how to squat correctly. A remarkable night. Valentine’s Day and watching the singers passive-aggressively fight with one another on stage. Surprising you at your show. The old man bar on St. Patrick’s Day. The Real Love Baby song in my living room. Getting overstimulated at Costco. The zoo with my mom and the fighting hippos. Smashing into you on that one ride at Worlds of Fun because we rode together because we’re not good at being apart. The graveyard. Playing guitar in your living room. Telling you my deepest triggers in your bedroom. Seeing you sit in my dad’s spot on my childhood dining room table. You playing your guitar for my mom. Writing you a love letter and being brave enough to send it. Getting stuck in a tree. Unraveling in a forrest with psilocybin. And finally… just one night before D-Day, you held me in your arms and said, “It’s so nice to be in love.” I felt it, too. The euphoria. The sense of safety. The feeling of trust. I didn’t know at that time that you were returning from a night out with your other lover. You’re really The Man, coming home from your Wednesday night out with your other lover to me naked in your bed. You’re The Man, baby, and I’m the fool.

Now I’m left to wonder, how many of those memories are tainted by her and your lie? Did you two fuck on your front porch? Does she like roller coasters? Do you do mushrooms with her, too? Is she more fun to sleep with? Do you hold her the way you hold me? She sleeps on my side of your bed…

What adds insult to injury is thinking about how you must have reassured her. She told me she thought about walking away because she didn’t think you were acting correctly towards me. What did you say to her to make her change her mind? I’m so heartbroken thinking about that. She was making valid, concerning points, but you must have loved her so much that you were willing to discount me in favor of her. You pretended I was okay with your secrecy just so that you could comfort her and beg her to stick around. You made up words you wanted to hear so that you could get love from many directions. You were selfish and extrapolated a brief sentence I said in February to mean something completely different and you carried it all the way into June. You made up a “boundary” that didn’t exist (and made no logical sense), because you are selfish. You invented your own reality at the expense of the honesty and respect I deserved.

I guess I can’t blame you for picking her. She’s tall and cool. She plays guitar and sings and roller skates. She has the same job as you and same schedule. She’s skinny and has cool makeup. She probably looks better than me naked. I’m the former fat girl with stretch marks and loose skin. I wake up everyday 5 minutes before I leave. I usually don’t put any effort into my appearance. My hair is damaged and thin and falls out sometimes. I can’t sing, I’m too clumsy to roller skate, and I study most of the day. I’m spending 3 years learning how to work a Monday-Friday 9-5. She can party on weekday nights. She’s a rockstar and I’m a boring, ugly, nerdy lawyer. She’s cool, calm, and collected, and I take anti-anxiety medication daily. I get it; it’s the better choice for you. The cool rockstar vs. the 9-5 lawyer. It isn’t even a question, really; it just makes sense.

I just can’t bring myself to believe that it was happening all under my nose. I had a feeling, but I ignored it. I remember how you told me about how your ex would always accuse you of being with other girls, so I resisted asking you. But you’d constantly talk about how cool this girl is, how your other friends just misunderstand her, how talented she is, whatever. The only thing that comforted my growing insecurity about how much you talked about her was that she was your close friend’s ex. My brain said, “He wouldn’t do that.” Yet here we are. I’m a fool for ever believing that I could be loved in the way I thought I was being loved. I’m never enough. Nobody ever wants to know the full me.

My brain told me there’s a lot of things you wouldn’t do. My heart and my brain convinced me that you were someone who told the truth. I bared my soul to you, becoming more open with you than with anyone I have ever been with in my life. I told you my deepest fears, my most painful memories, and my embarrassing secrets. Just for you to tell them to another woman in secret.

I loved you. You made me feel more like myself than anyone ever has. You saw me transition from being an extremely guarded, suspicious, and closed-off person to someone who felt comfortable being fully open and fully myself. My trust grew, and so too did my skills in allowing myself to be vulnerable. All for nothing. All in vain pursuit of a man who was never emotionally open to begin with.

Why me? What did I do to deserve this? I told you all of my deepest scars about betrayal and then you used them against me to betray me too. To pour salt into the wound, you recruited all of your friends to betray me, too. You pretended to listen to my triggers just so that you could craft the perfect way to break me. You watched me recover and bloom and put my pieces back together, just to throw me back on the ground so that I’m forced to start all over.

Did all of you involved in this secret ever take a second to stop and think that I’ve fucking had enough? In the past two years, I watched my dad slowly die. I got emotionally and physically abused. I was violently raped. I got a restraining order. I undertook the most strenuous academic journey of my life. You stood beside me during it. Just to make this harder for when you would inevitably decide that I’m just not cool enough.

You were the only man I ever told about being raped. I gave you all the painful details about being held down and crying. After that, I used to have sex on autopilot. It was a talent, really; I could disconnect my brain and my heart from my body and give in to sex because it was always safer to just make myself get “in the mood” than to deal with potential violence from saying no. I learned how to fake moan, how to give quick blowjobs, and how to be a perfect fuck doll. But you made me feel like I had autonomy. You held me. You focused on my pleasure. I blossomed from being closed and reserved to owning my beautiful sexuality. It’s all gone now. It’s safer, now, for me to just go back to being a sex object. It appears that I am destined for a lifetime of guys who will fuck me and then confess that they just wanted to “hit it and quit it” with me. At least they tell the truth. The 5 minutes of intimacy with those guys is 5 minutes of intense dopamine and oxytocin, followed by the inevitable crash I get when they leave and I’m left to lay in my bed in the dark and wonder why I’m nothing but a vagina to most men. The 5 minutes isn’t usually worth it. I was used to feeling like a vessel for men to masturbate into, but with you, I felt partnership. It’s all gone now.

Is she worth it? Is she worth the fact that you blew everything up? Or do you love her so much more than me anyways, so of course it’s worth it and it’s not even a question?

Why was I not worthy of honesty? Why was I not worthy of respect? I’m left to discern every memory I have with you to figure out what was real and what wasn’t. I’m left to figure out when you were with her when you weren’t answering me. I’m left to reflect on all the times I needed you or wanted you but you couldn’t support me because you were fucking her. I’ve done so much drinking and various drugs over the past 48 hours, but I still lay here like this. All the drugs in the world still aren’t numbing me. You’re a fucking tumor growing on what should have been my weekend to feel the joy and euphoria of being with my friends. You’re a destroyer of what was and what should have been.

Why are YOU like this? Why do you need to be admired? Are you just a narcissist? You blamed me. You told me that you fell in love with her because I was too busy. I told you that I spent all of my free time with you, and you told me, “Well, I have a lot more free time than you do.” Could you not have gotten a hobby? Cleaned your house? Maybe put more time into your jobs? Worked towards your goals? Do you just prefer being mediocre at a lot of things instead of being really good at any of them? Are you so needy that you have to have romantic intimacy occurring at all times of your day from multiple sources? You remind me of my fucking ex in that regard. He was so desperate to be admired that he’d fuck whoever, whenever. Are you so opposed and avoidant to commitment that you’d rather show up partially-present in multiple women’s lives instead of fully present in one’s? You don’t have the bravery to commit that monogamy requires and you also don’t have the courage to get all of your partners’ consent that polyamory requires. You’re uniquely failing at both monogamy and polyamory. What a talent.

Have you never considered just going to fucking therapy? Maybe instead of trying to be everyone’s therapist, you could take some time to lean inward. Maybe instead of trying to make everyone feel seen, you could try to see yourself.

What hurts, too, is how nonjudgmental you were to me when I said that I struggled maintaining my own personal identity in relationships. I confessed to you that in relationships, I tend to spend all my time with a partner and neglect my personal passions, friends, and family. I told you that I was actually excited that our schedules were so different because it would give me an opportunity to experience honest, secure love for the first time. You told me you thought that was good and that you were proud of me for making these realizations. Little did I know that you had an entire other lover. Little did I know that it was YOU who truly struggled to maintain an independent identity. You feel compelled to spend all your time partnered, I guess?

I just don’t understand. Months ago, you told me you weren’t ready to commit to a relationship until you have more time to decide if you’re serious enough about me to give up polyamory in favor of monogamy. You told me that, at your age, you’re ready for seriousness because you’re ready to work towards starting a family. You said you can’t do casual anymore and you can’t fuck around anymore because you’re wanting serious relationships only at this point in your life. You needed to plan things out with me and continue to get to know me before we started putting a label on things. I thought that “getting to know me” meant you were going to try for me. It was so, so clear that I wasn’t willing to deal with you having another partner, but you deluded yourself into thinking that I was okay with it. Even if we hadn’t had the D-Day Conversation, you KNEW how I felt and kept progressing your other relationship and ours in spite of my feelings. You heard what you wanted to hear. You took an inch from February and ran a mile with it all the way until June.

Did you smell the seriousness you wanted “at your age” coming up with me, but then something in your subconscious convinced you to jump ship in fear with some phony determination that I was okay with this? Did you think you’d actually be a 40something man with kids whose baby mama was okay with you going on dates while she’s at home breastfeeding? At some point, you’ll have to grow up, right? If you actually want the life you say you do?

I don’t see you anymore. I don’t know who the hell you are. You don’t look like you. You don’t smell like you. Your hands don’t feel like yours.

I don’t see me anymore, either. I’ve spent the last 6 months growing into who I am. Figuring out the answer to the question, “Who is Helene?” has been a weekly subject for me since I started therapy. Your 20s are a time for self-exploration. But I didn’t get to do that because I was caring for a terminally ill father and then being abused. I didn’t get to start my process of answering “Who is Helene?” until I was 25, and you happened to appear by my side. Under your support, I was able to make progress towards answering that question. Now, I feel like a shell again. I’m in survival mode. I haven’t eaten. I can’t sleep. I’m saying yes to every drink or every drug that comes my way. I don’t recognize myself in the mirror. My skin broke out again. The circular bags under my eyes got bigger and darker. I look small. I’ve become a shell of myself.

What the fuck am I supposed to do now?

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Nnoitra's phone starts quacking. Meaning Adelha sent him a text. "Please be safe when you celebrate St. Patrick's Day. Already had trouble from a couple of drunks breaking my shop window this morning."

Oh, so THAT'S why everything was so fucking GREEN today? Nnoitra always forgot about different holiday dates, and of course he'd forget something as random as St. Patrick's Day. He'd noticed the green decorations out in the streets - the different shops that sold green-themed things like the doughtnut with green glaze he was currently eating. Some people were even dressed funnily, with green hats. The bars seemed to be especially rowdy. Nnoitra looked at his phone and the text he'd received from Adelha, reading it one more time. Someone had broke her shop window, huh?

text to - Adelha 「 want me 2 beat em up? 」

Damn, he'd fucking LOVE to beat the shit out of some drunk assholes. Not because he cared too much about Adelha's smashed shop window (what was the big deal?), but because he'd love an excuse to smash someone's skull in. Sure, he got to fight daily because of his job. Still, it had been a LONG time since he was in something that could be called a street-fight. Beating someone up was always satisfying, even when he didn't get paid for it. Fighting outside the cage had some perks. Like the fact that there was no bell that would ring and signal for him to stop.

#adelha-mathilde #adelhamathilde #[ THIS IS LATE OOPS ]#[ he's ready to fight !! avenge her window!! ]#[ it's cute that she celebrates t-t ]#[ thank you for sending an ask! :D ]#despair for me. ╱ in character.#burn the city. ╱ main verse.#talking shit. ╱ answers.

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murphyslaw78 · 1 year

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crystal-in-nagasaki · 1 year

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A Year of English Boards

Something many ALTs enjoy (or dread) about their job is creating English boards. These are bulletin boards designated for the English department’s use to put up things like articles, pictures, and puzzles with the intention of getting students interested and engaged with English outside of the classroom. We can have them at elementary and junior high level, though neither of my elementary schools have them and I’m sadly too loaded with classes to inquire about starting one.

But as for for my junior high school, I have a very small class load (because my teachers don’t use me as much as they should lol not salty at all) and therefore I have lots of free time to work on an English board, which me and my co-ALT update monthly. It’s been a little over a year of making various boards, and I thought I would share some of it with you.

Usually each month we follow a theme pertaining to holidays or events happening that month, but after a year we’ve started to branch out to other topics to avoid repetition.

Our boards have grown in style and creativity over the last year, but we’ve tried to consistently keep some of the same elements, such as a sticker poll, a word search, a word matching activity, and a free write activity.

Without further ado, here are our boards from the last year:

Our very first board was for February 2022, and of course we started strong with the Valentine’s Day theme. At this point, I asked my supervising teacher if we could print in color and she replied with “not too much,” so most of our pictures were black and white and we colored them in ourselves with markers, hence their hideous color. We did this for about 2 months then decided to just gaijin smash and print in color anyway lol.

We put up simple information about Valentine’s Day, a quiz matching characters to their dates and date locations, a recipe for chocolate truffles, and a conversation hearts matching activity with meanings. We also had an activity where you complete a sudoku puzzle but instead of numbers, you use the word LOVEBIRDS. Lastly, we had a free write encouraging students to make their own poems.

On this board, we had our first and much anticipated sticker poll, in which students voted with stickers, answering yes or no to the question “do you believe in love at first sight?” A bright and friendly first year teacher that I chat with sometimes came by while I was putting the board up and I asked her to vote. She agreed excitedly and stuck a sticker immediately onto “no,” and told me love isn’t real. Who hurt her?? Anyway, this was the beginning of our English board journey. (And that teacher just retired this month. I’ll miss her a lot.)

Here is our next board for March 2022. The main themes were a combination of St. Patrick’s Day and graduation, since the third years graduated at the end of March. We discussed what graduation is like in our respective countries (the US for me and Jamaica for my co-ALT), and a free write asking students to write their best school memory. This was an upgrade from the last free write, which had a prompt, but no space to write. This time we gave them a big blank canvas, but not many students wrote anything, or wrote in Japanese. We learned from this later.

For the St. Patrick’s Day section, we had information about St. Patrick’s Day, a pocket of word searches, a visual puzzle where you try to find a four leaf clover among three leaf clovers, and a scavenger hunt trying to find a “pot of gold” which was a picture of a pot of gold we hid somewhere around the school (it was outside behind a bench.)

Next we had two small sections, one explaining Fat Tuesday (the Michigan version, which involves eating copious amounts of Paczkis), and the other about March Madness. I also included a bracket, which I updated daily with the match results. I’m not sure many students paid attention, but I sure learned a lot about basketball that month lol.

I just realized there was no sticker poll this month! I guess we just had so many other activities. The sticker poll becomes the beloved staple of the board over the year and I cannot imagine a board without it.

Apparently, I never took a picture of the April 2022 board, which featured Easter, Ramadan, and a welcome to the incoming new first year students. We had an activity for this month asking students to hunt down Easter eggs, which we hid around the school. For some reason, I only have pictures of these, so enjoy!

The May 2022 board included the themes of Star Wars, Cinco de Mayo, and Mother’s Day. We had a sticker poll asking, “have you seen Star Wars?” We preferred to keep the poll to yes/no questions or questions with fewer possible answers.

For the Cinco de Mayo section, we shared some history of Mexicans in America, as well as about Mexican culture like food and Spanish words. We had a challenge asking students to introduce themselves to us for a prize, and some students hunted me down to say “me llamo [name]” which was really cute.

Lastly, we had a Mother’s Day section, where we talked about Mother’s Day in our countries and each wrote a few sentences about our mothers, and provided a free write space for students to do the same.

Our focus for the June board was Father’s Day, summer, Pride month, and Juneteenth, with text sections explaining each event. Our sticker poll asked, “do you want to stay in Omura this summer?” We also included a codebreaker puzzle worksheet with a summer theme.

Similar to Mother’s Day, for Father’s Day we talked a bit about our dads and left a free writing space for students to do the same. For the Pride section, we had students match the meanings of the Pride flag colors. For Juneteenth, we gave the letters to the word “freedom” and asked students to unscramble them and figure out what the hidden word was.

I again couldn’t find any pictures of the July board, but I think we talked about the 4th of July and 7-Eleven day (because Japanese loves 7-Eleven.) We had a sticker poll asking for students to vote for their convenience store of choice, between 7-Eleven, Family Mart, and Lawson. I think the results were a crossover between 7-Eleven and Family Mart. Family Mart has good chicken, but I myself am a die-hard 7-Eleven fan.

Since summer break for students lasted for almost all of August, we skipped an August board and just created a small September board focused on back to school. I don’t have any pictures of this either. It seems my life was not together that summer.

For October, we really got back into the swing of things. Now you can see where all of my effort was going instead of my blog. If you’ve noticed, some posters also invaded part of the board, which limited our space for the next few months and forced a little bit of downsizing. I just barely fit everything for October into the space.

Our main theme for this board was of course Halloween, with additional sections about Dia de los Muertos, Jamaica’s Heroes’ Day, and Indigenous Peoples Day. As per usual, each section had a small simple paragraph to describe each event.

Our sticker poll asked, “do you believe in ghosts?” and the response was surprisingly half and half. We had a matching section matching names of monsters like Frankenstein and mummies with their corresponding pictures. We also had little flip cards showing which English words come from Indigenous languages. Being a social advocate, I always try to leave a section on the board about various minority groups and their histories. I hope my students can benefit from being exposed to different cultures!

Lastly, we learned from prior boards that if we leave a pocket of word searches or puzzles, very few kids take them. So from here out we decided to laminate a single word search and hang it up alongside a dry erase marker to let students do the word search at the board itself. This worked and students began participating in the word search! We were able to save paper too. Nice job, us!

The November board focused mostly on fall and Thanksgiving, and this is when I really started to get creative with our free write activities. Instead of putting up a blank piece of paper, I created a paper turkey with lots of multicolored feathers and had students write what they’re thankful for on a feather and attach it to the turkey. Many students ended up writing in Japanese, but we got way more engagement with the free write than we did before due to its more fun theme!

We included our same laminated-style word search again. We also included a “needle in a haystack” activity similar to the clover finding activity from March, where students need to locate a needle in a bunch of hay. We also used this as an opportunity to teach the phrase “like finding a needle in a haystack” and its meaning.

Our sticker poll asked, “would you prefer to enjoy spring or fall forever?” Both are great, but I myself prefer the beautiful colors and cool weather of fall. Lastly, we put up pictures of fall vegetables and had students match the English names to them.

The December board of course focused on Christmas, Hanukkah, and Kwanzaa. I kept rolling with my free write mojo and decided to make a big Christmas tree with tiny ornaments and presents for students to write on. The prompt was “what do you want for Christmas?” I planted an example saying “a Nintendo Switch,” but despite this almost everyone set aside the tangible and wrote simply “a boyfriend.” Christmas is a couples holiday in Japan, and my female students are boy crazy, so I guess I’m not surprised.

Our sticker poll asked, “would you rather make a snowman or have a snowball fight?” Nagasaki gets hardly any snow, but the kids still had fun with this.

The laminated word search had now become another board staple, and got plenty of engagement. We had another matching activity this time with Christmas words like Santa Claus, reindeer, candy cane, etc. The activities were a bit fewer this time to make room for the tree, so this was the extent of the board.

For January 2023, we focused on New Years, particularly Chinese New Years. As you know from my previous posts, there is a lot of Chinese influence on the culture of Nagasaki, and there is a huge lantern festival held in Nagasaki city each year around Chinese New Year.

Again, I got creative with the free write, creating little Chinese lanterns for students to write on with the prompt, “what’s your New Years Resolution?” I later added Japanese to the prompt to make it easier to understand, but I think it was difficult for students, so we got very little engagement with this, which was unfortunate because I put a lot of work into my cute little lanterns. :( However, I did plant an example in which I wrote “read 20 books,” and later a student planted one directly next to it that read “read 100 books,” so it’s nice to know one of the only participants in this section did so to one-up me, hahaha.

We of course had a themed word search, and our sticker poll asked students to mark down their Chinese zodiac sign, so it was the first time our sticker poll had more than three options. Since there are only three grade levels in junior high, most answers were clustered on one side, but I encouraged teachers to participate too to fill up the other sections a bit more. It was a nice way to involve my coworkers in the fun as well! I often find them in the stairwell trying to read the board, so it makes me happy that they also take an interest in what we’re putting up and can even learn something new from it.

For February, we did Valentine’s Day again, but tried to branch out and do some things differently. I guess I forgot to take a picture of the board, but I took pictures of some sections I took down to record the results.

Unlike January, this free write was a smash hit, which I expected because the prompt was to write what kind of person you want to date and my students are thirsty af. I also provided translated examples like funny, smart, kind, tall, rich, etc. which really helped a lot to encourage using English, though many kids still wrote in Japanese.

For the sticker poll, we made a section explaining love languages and asked students to vote for which they thought matched best with them. Japanese people are not known for being especially physically affectionate, but my younger students are very touchy with each other, especially the boys, which is heartwarming to see since young boys in the US are not as encouraged to be affectionate with each other. For this reason, it was really interesting to see so many students pick physical touch as their love language!

I honestly cannot remember what the rest of the board looked like, but I’m sure we had a word search up there.

Our most recent board was for March 2023. We wanted to do something new this year so instead of taking the St. Patrick’s Day route again, we chose a zodiac sign theme. We also included sections for National Women’s Month and a goodbye to the graduating 3rd years, since the school year ends in March in Japan.

The zodiac sections explained popular character traits for each sign, as well as their lucky numbers and what other signs they’re compatible with. As I mentioned earlier, all my students are eager for romance, so I knew they would eat this up. The sticker poll asked students to place a sticker next to their sign.

For the free write this month, I stuck with the starry zodiac theme and created a night skyline, with the free write on yellow stars. The prompt was for first and second years to write goodbye messages to the third years, and for third years to write what they’re excited about for high school. One third year girl after reading her zodiac section, wrote down “[I want a] boyfriend, looking for Sagittarius and Aquarius,” based on her compatible signs, which was hilarious.

Of course, we also had a word search. We have fallen into a pattern of including a sticker poll, word search, free write, and matching activity. It’s a bit repetitive, but I’ve been having a lot of fun creating interactive and engaging themes and designs. I hope I can continue to make great boards!

This turned out to be a very in depth summary of my boards, but thanks for reading! And if you have any ideas or suggestions for future boards, I would be happy to hear them. :)

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