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annemarie-bayer:

“That’s right,” she said, grinning slowly. “I’m glad you think the same, darling.”

“Darling?” He laughed, “Do I come off as darling?”

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phdramos:

Patrick’s eyebrows shot upwards almost instantaneously when Ian said the word werewolf. But at the extended hand, his whole body recoiled back, nearly stumbling over a rock in the ground. “Ahhck, I can’t t-touch…” he muttered to himself, finding his balance before blushing a deep salmon at his bluster. He inhaled deeply before looking at the other with interest swimming in his eyes. “A werewolf. I’ve - I have so many questions. Do you have a regenerative factor, or that is a recessive allele not included within parsimony?”

“Whoa, I don’t bite.” He said, voice a little sad at the reaction. Then blinked. “Can’t touch?” He looked over the man and inhaled. “No skin to skin then? Or at all? It magic based? Or genetic?” Ian asked in rapid fired succession before pausing. “Not genetic for me,” He shook his head as he crouched down to pet Carrot again. “I was a hunter. Am a hunter sometimes I guess. There was a rabid wolf, up in Golden, Colorado. My sorry ass got bitten. I do regenerate. Fairly quickly.” He glanced up again. “I’m 89.”

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amarxdaraxdragon:

Amar nodded his head as he rubbed his beard thoughtfully. “I suppose that is true. So you think lead by example?” He wondered as he looked at the other professor. Be confident in what you are passionate about and it will help the students find their own passions.” 

“Exactly,” Ian grinned brightly, hands thrown up. “People don’t connect the same to information. Our experiences inform our understanding of the world for any two people to comprehend our lessons the same. So our first step is to show what we see, our passions, then provide the proper space for them to express what they see.”

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hunterxhunted:

Growing up with Indiana Jones being his favorite movie, he always thought archaeology was probably one of the coolest career tracks, even if he was pretty sure it was a bit different than how it was shown in the movies. Looking Archer up and down for a moment he let out a snort of a laugh. “Shit, I guess. Honestly, I’ve only seen a few episodes.”

“Well dude was also in Buffy and Angel. Definitely one of my long time favorite actors.” Ian laughed as he shrugged. “Anyway, enough about me. What about you?”

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electronxeleanor:

Eleanor lifted her eyes as the door to her office opened. “Yes,” she smiled as she stood up from her desk. “Please don’t be shy, was there something you needed help with?” She offered with a warm smile. 

“Shy?” Ian grinned as he walked over and flopped onto her chair. “Me?” He fluttered his eyelashes, “Have you eaten?”

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rpmemes-galore:

Harry Potter based character questions.           BOLD what applies to your muse: 

Slytherin or Gryffindor or Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff?

Chocolate Frogs or Every Flavor Beans? 

Herbology or Astronomy?

Charms or Potions?

Thestral or Basilisk?

Sectumsempra or Expelliarmus?

Hogsmeade or Gringotts?

Death Eaters or Dumbledore’s Army?

Play Quidditch or Cheer a team on?

Divination or Muggle Studies?

Apparition or  Floo Powder?

Polyjuice Potion or Love Potion?

Bat-Bogey Hex or Episkey?

Butterbeer or Cauldron Cakes?

Diagon Alley or Knockturn Alley?

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amarxdaraxdragon:

Amar sighed, he was never the sort of person who enjoyed weeding anyone out. “Well I don’t know, I guess my struggle is just keeping people interested.”

“Interest is relative,” Ian shrugged, “They won’t find passion in the exact same things you do.” He inhaled, “You have to show your passion and give them things to connect to. Pieces of themselves reflected in your subject.”

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annemarie-bayer:

“Are you?” she said, smirking a little, eyeing him curiously. “Well, maybe, it’s time for a change, yeah?”

“A change, huh?” Ian asked with a grin, “A change never hurt anyone.”

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hunterxhunted:

He wasn’t completely sure he understood the difference; but he was interested none the less. “Bones?” He asked. “What like, that show? Or when use skulls to guess at what people looked like and shit? That like archaeology and shit?”

“Archaeology is a tad to the left of Forensic anthro but yeah basically.” Ian chuckled, “I’m Bones with Booth’s charm.” He winked as he looked back to the cars. “Don’t you think?”

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thaleiamaris:

“Well, if you keep giving compliments like that, I’ll be on the list of people who will still love you.”

“I definitely will, who can get angry at the love of a beautiful woman.”

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annemarie-bayer:

“I like to think I’m like a fine wine. I get better with age,” she chuckled, giving him a playful wink. “there’s nothing wrong with being a little younger, though. We all are younger to someone, after all.” She chuckled.

He laughed as he bit his lip, “Ya think?” Ian asked as he leaned in, “I’m use to being the older one if I’m honest.”

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amarxdaraxdragon:

“Well if I fail everyone that just means I’m a bad teacher.” He explained as he folded his arms across his chest. “It’s a balancing act, because as much as I want my students to respect me and take me seriously, I also want them to know they can come to me with questions.”

“Then weed out the ones that put in effort but were misguided.” He exhaled as he sat. “You’re not a bad teacher till the end of the semester.”

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phdramos:

Patrick tilted his head, absolutely inclined to say something but much too shy to speak his mind - as he always did. Instead, he stood still and soundlessly watched the interactions between the two with his hands dug into his pockets. After a moment, however, he couldn’t help but scratch his head in curiosity. “Uh, could you repeat that? Colorblind and, uh…”

Ian laughed as he looked up, corners of his eyes crinkled in pleasure. “Only dog is me.” He stood, still patting the dog until he straightened. “I’m a werewolf.” He held out his hand, “and my name is Ian.”

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amarxdaraxdragon:

“I know,”  Amar said feeling the frustration creep up into his shoulders. “And time management is a skill you will need in life no matter what you are doing! I just feel incredibly disheartened when I know what I’m saying isn’t listened to.” 

“Fail them all then.” He shrugged, “I tend to do that first round of papers just to prove that I’m serious. This is an institution of learning as understanding as I may be, you need to put effort into your work.”

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annemarie-bayer:

“Fair enough,” she chuckled. “I should know. I have centuries of baggage trailing behind me.” She smiled lightly, biting her lip a little, sighing softly.

“Well with the way you wear your age one could hardly tell.” Ian replied with a flirty grin, “Guess I’m a little younger than you myself, though. Just as much baggage, I promise.”

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phdramos:

There was something instantly comforting in the man’s colloquialism, so much that Patrick’s chest was honey warm, his expression star-eyed. As he watched Carrot playfully nuzzle and lick the other, Patrick couldn’t help but burst with an ‘awww,’ almost so inclined to reach for his phone and take a picture or something awfully cheesy. “He must smell other dogs. That, or Carrot really likes you. He hasn’t been this excited all day.”

Ian laughed and patted the dog, “You’re a carrot then?” He teased the pup, rubbing him down with a smile. “Don’t look like much of carrot top to me, but maybe I’m a little more colorblind than I like to admit.” He winked at the owner as much of the dog before shaking his head. “Only dog is me, I’m afraid.”

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phdramos:

Rarely did Patrick plan out his walks with Carrot. He’d already spent his days indoors, his eyes frayed from the computer screen and squinting through discount microscopes. Better to deeply inhale the air around the lake and take time to reflect, have his dog drag him around town until he started panting for water. Patrick stood by and watched bicyclists and joggers thin by as the golden retriever dug his paws into the dirt.

Admiring the still water, the leash wrapped around his hand tugged at him as Carrot dashed towards a stranger. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean… He’s friendly, doesn’t bite. Err, yeah,” he said, blinking out of coyness. “We don’t usually get out of the house, so he’s really enjoying this.”

It was funny. The things he picked up in his old age. God. Had 89 really just been around the corner? Six months and 90. What was he doing with his life? But habits, habits died hard. He stretched in the same way as always, popping his back in a way that had been bad for him as a human and now was just pleasing comforting. He shook out (what had been) his bad ankle and breathed in deep. Yeah, a nice jog and he’d be good for the day or night or- a wet nose pressed to his hand and he grinned.

“Doggo!” He exclaimed a little too loudly for the hour and patted the dog. To the owner, he replied, “It’s fine. Probably scented me and decided to drag his ass over.”