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@nathanielambrose-blog
Good afternoon, everyone
I'm either having a bad day, or falling out of love with teaching.
Hello there
I totally need a break from my class.
OOC
Guys, I had an accident sunday night. A knife slipped and I cut a tendon in my finger. I had an operation to fix it yesterday, and my entire hand is bandaged up and in a sling.
I'm going to install some voice software to RP, but I need another day to get myself settled, if thats okay.
Mending // Parker & Nate
Parker didn’t even notice when Nathaniel was gone, into the kitchen. He was still too busy looking around his home, curiously. It was obvious that Nate was a neat person, and kept his house tidied nicely. You know, besides the scattered school papers, which covered his coffee table. The brunette made his way over to the said table, and cocked his head to the side, so that he could glance them over. He saw that Nate did in fact teach Mythology, what with the subjects that were being covered. He shook his head with pity, as he spotted one ‘F’ though. Who could fail Mythology?, Parker asked himself mentally. His ears picked up the sound of Nathaniel returning then, and he looked up from the papers, not at all trying to hide the fact that he’d been snooping a bit. It was only now that he realized the other man had been gone, as he spotted the two drinks in his hands.
“Thanks,” Parker told her, and he was handed one of the two. He took a gulp of the thing, simultaneously with Nate. The alcohol tickled his throat, as it went down, but he showed no sign of the sensation. As he lowered the bottle from his lips, he pushed his eyebrows together at Nate’s words. “That sounds boring,” he said, disapprovingly. “I didn’t think anyone in this town was that dull,” he added. It was rude, yes, but what he actually thought. From what he’d seen, people in this town were all hiding something, and always doing something. And then there was Nathaniel. He was honest and boring. At the same time, Parker liked and disliked that about him. It wasn’t exciting, but it was refreshing. He shrugged when offered a seat on the sofa, and replied with, “Well, if I get shitfaced, I’m sure I’ll start talking about them eventually.” And without another word, he made his way over to the furniture, and flopped down on it. Parker patted the opening next to him, as he took another sip of his drink.
Nathaniel frowned at the casual insult Parker had thrown at him. He didn't think he was boring, he was just old enough to know that work was important and for him, that meant needing to stay home some nights to grade papers. He could tell Parker had been snooping, looking through the papers, and it bugged him that one of his students had gotten a 'F' on the assignment. It wasn't like the assignment had been particularly hard or anything, but some people just didn't want to try. Nathaniel knew that from experience. He took another swig from the bottle, and let the alcohol burn down his throat.
"I'm not boring, Parker," Nathaniel defended himself, as he sat down next to the younger man. "Just because I do things you don't, responsible, adult things, doesn't mean I'm boring," he continued. "Hell, I'm letting a twenty year old drink beer in my apartment. That's not boring. That's illegal. So maybe you shouldn't be so quick to judge me," Nathanial added, and then frowned to himself. He glanced at the beer bottle. "I think I might be kind of a lightweight when it comes to beer," he murmured.
So...where do I go for some nightlife?
Oh, how I’ve forgotten!
I’ve also forgotten my name, do you remember?
Yes! Yes, I do...its Nathaniel.
I see now where the tax money for our educational system has gone..
Ok. Go wait at the ferry landing to Troy Island. I’ll be there in an hour. I promise.
No, I'm...I'm not stupid. Im drunk, but not stupid.
So...where do I go for some nightlife?
You’re an awfully playful young man, aren’t you, stranger?
Yep, I am! Wait, we're not strangers. We're best friends.
I see now where the tax money for our educational system has gone..
I’m acting cocky. I have a reason to be. Wanna see?
Yes please.
So...where do I go for some nightlife?
….Fair point.
You're a genius. Come on over, and I'll make you see spots.
I see now where the tax money for our educational system has gone..
… You do realize you’re in Emerald Cove? We’re like Jersey Shore, expect we aren’t all tools. Well, most of us aren’t.
Then why are you acting like a tool?
So...where do I go for some nightlife?
No— I’m afraid they don’t.
I’m sure we could find you someone nice though, if the TV won’t satisfy you.
Yay! Let's do that! I'll wear my cowboy hat.
I see now where the tax money for our educational system has gone..
You came onto me first. I figured it was because you wanted to see me in my prison uniform.
I do, but you're being mean. I don't like mean people.
So...where do I go for some nightlife?
I don’t know, I’ve had some pretty amazing sex. I’m not sure you can follow through on that promise.
How will you know if you don't come over here and do me?
So...where do I go for some nightlife?
I want to lick that neck, but I don't think best friends do that.
I see now where the tax money for our educational system has gone..
So, you’re old and hitting on the warden of the local prison. That’s classy.
You're harshing my buzz. Go away.
So...where do I go for some nightlife?
You really didn’t.
Okay, but no. Seriously now. Seriously. Think of the best sex you've ever had. Multiply it by a thousand. You've got a fraction of what its like to fuck me.
So...where do I go for some nightlife?
….You want to ride me like something you use to do chores?
I don't think I thought that one through.