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@hefxrgxtiwasthere
Ahora te sigue hefxrgxtiwasthere
“I didn’t know there were humies with bright pink skin…or are you from another species?”
“Uh… I didn’t realise there were so many talking… erm… what are you? I’m a Krylorian from the planet Krylor.”
So, it has come to my attention that I’ve had this blog for a year.
What. Even.
Ugh. Do not want to go into work today. Lockdown drill during my sixth period class as well as a doctor’s appointment right after. Administering a district assessment to my English class. Grades are due this week. I need like... four more grades. Maybe I’ll give them a Greek/Latin Root quiz on Thursday or something since it’s obvious I don’t have time to teach the rest of Twelfth Night.
“No, I may find some use for it. Though perhaps we can come to an arrangement.”
Fear gripped her as the urge to flee coursed through her hollow bones.
This isn’t something you can win. Not with him. Never with him. Bereet swallowed nervously. “L––look. You really don’t...” She trailed off.
“So, that thing in your hand? That’s kind of mine. I mean, I paid for it and everything. It’s rude taking someone else’s property without their permission.”
“Can I have it back? Please?”
#have been laughing for approximately 5000 years at this joke #oh my god #that is hilarious #i am trying so hard not to laugh out loud in the office
It’s 6:41 in the morning. Despite the fact I’m dressed for work, I can’t be bothered to actually get up from the sofa, feed my cats, prepare lunch, and find something to nibble on for breakfast.
behiindblueeyes:
——[➳] ❝ Please don’t call me Mr. Lawrence— I believe we had decided on you calling me Ned or Neddy. ❞ In his head, he was scrambling for words, trying to look confident in front of her, trying to look like he knew what he was doing. ❝ That’s not a nasty habit at all; it’s a useful one. I have that habit myself. ❞ General Murray would agree wholeheartedly, as would all the British officers in Cairo. That didn’t make Lawrence a gem of any sort— he was regarded more as a nuisance, but that was a technicality, surely. ❝ Other people simply cannot handle the truth— that’s why they try to silence anyone who tells it. Don’t let that discourage you, Miss Bereet, no matter how harsh the criticism. ❞ As for Lawrence? He seemed to thrive on driving all the British officers out of their minds.
“R–right! Forgive me, Neddy!”
Hiding her smile, Bereet averted her gaze to the ground for a moment, her tongue lightly brushing over her lips.
“You think so? Well, it is a good habit, one I think we all need to have.” She looked back up at him, the shy smile still lingering on her lips as she studied him.
She gave his hand a light squeeze to show her agreement. “I could not have said it better, Ned. That’s why I’m a firm believer of the truth being heard. No one’s voice should ever be silenced.”
thekesselrunners:
“You changed your tune pretty quick , there sister.” Solo remarked pointedly. “Why is that? You happen to see something you like the look of all of a sudden, or somethin’?”
Bereet pursed her lips together and raised an eyebrow. “Malleable. It just so happens you look like you’ve been around and have a story to tell.” Holding out a hand to show she meant peace, the added, “Sorry about my temper. I work with idiots most of the time. I can’t seem to ever get a break.”
darkarcherprince:
hefxrgxtiwasthere:
“Look, I’m just saying,” she mutters, the rim of her glass pressed to her lips, “I think I know how to take care of myself. I’m a big girl, not your flarking damsel. So let me do my job and you do yours. Okay?”
She flashes an annoyed grin before downing the rest of the contents of her drink.
“Why the hell would I do anything when my microbots can do stuff for me. Like this?” Skyy instructed her microbots to knock the glass out of her hand. It fell on the floor and shattered.
Bereet flinched at the sound of shattered glass. Her gaze shifted to the ruined glass before flickering back to Skyy. “But what happens when your little toys break? What happens, then?”
Moving her chair away from the table, the Krylorian knelt down to pick up the small bits of glass, her nails causing glass to crunch lightly as she deposited the larger pieces on the table.
“I told you. I know how to take care of myself. I don’t need your fancy Earth-tech to help me. I have my Star Eyes and my own wits. I’ve done this holo-film docu stuff for some time now. I really know what I’m doing, Skyy. Please don’t baby me. I’m an adult on my homeworld, not your little alien pet project.”
darkarcherprince
“Look, I’m just saying,” she mutters, the rim of her glass pressed to her lips, “I think I know how to take care of myself. I’m a big girl, not your flarking damsel. So let me do my job and you do yours. Okay?”
She flashes an annoyed grin before downing the rest of the contents of her drink.
On top of work, I’ve been working on my cosplay. Ahahahaha... why am I cosplaying a Yu-Gi-Oh character again? And why am I wearing copious amounts of shimmery stuff on my face? Because shimmery stuff, that’s why. Happy Mun-Day! x
“Look, all I wanted was information, NOT your flarking life story.” She paused briefly, her eyes narrowed as she studied the other.
“On second thought, I’d LOVE to hear it,” Bereet stated with a sweet smile.
behiindblueeyes:
——[➳] He was silent for a long moment, trying to comprehend the fact that Bereet had just assured him that she would fight off any objections. Lawrence was used to doing that on his own, for sure, but to have someone else offer to do it; a lady, no less… it was odd. But he liked odd. A smile slowly started to grow on his face as he raised his head to look at her in the eye. ❝ I agree. ❞ Two words, but they were quite powerful ones nevertheless. ❝ I wish more women were like you, Miss Bereet. I wish more men were like you, too. ❞
There it was. That little spark. Bereet found herself drawing her gaze back up to him, only to find his eyes already on her. She couldn’t stop the flush that arose across her cheeks, but she’d deny it was because of his stare.
“Oh. Please, Mr. Lawrence,” she mumbled.
At least he doesn’t think my forward thinking is too odd. Stars forbid what I’d do if he questioned my ideologies.
“Well, my father did say I always had to state what was on my mind and that it was a nasty trait, one I probably needed to get rid of, but then again, it’s what has made me such a rare gem amongst the rubble.”
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Been sick on and off since the school year started. I know it's not from any of my kiddos, either. The school district needs to do something about the moulded insulation in my ceiling because I'm slowly dying in that classroom. We can't really move my students because other classes use the library and computer lab and the cafeteria is obviously used for lunch.
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