Time to be pitch perfect or very much watered down version with acapella virgins at hand especially Minhee. The young female stands with her group of her friends ( even though she was the oldest girl out of this bunch ) rubbing her lips together preparing herself to start the beat of the song along with Jiyoon. Minhee really just focus on not messing this up as this was the start of the performance if she did go offbeat Jiyoon would have to carry them both.
In truth, she really couldn’t stand acapella she is only just dealing with it and putting up with it for the sake of her friends. Besides, it wouldn’t be right if she enjoys every assignment which she is given. She just gotta fake it through it at least the western pop medley sounded nice to her ears and she was in good company. It’s shame it had to this evaluation to bring her friends together and perform together. Minhee was smiling while focusing on the beat of the first half of songs for the boys to sing over her, it is nice to hear the boys doing their thing for once.
The practice was always fun, it is surprising to see such order between the squad when usually it is pure chaos. Minhee usually just sips her tea while the craziness unfolds, it always fun to watch seeing everything go wrong also throw odd comments once in a while too. Poor Wendy she was given the leader role of this crazy bunch from Jieun unnie ( to say Minhee was relieved to say it wasn’t her is truly understatement ) Everything seems to be going pretty smooth.
Yet the line ‘It’s the SQUAD bitch’ Minhee couldn’t herself but giggle at this funny part, it was time for the girls to sing now to Britney Spears, the pop princess of this era. Minhee admits that she enjoys Britney songs but she prefers Christina songs more even though vocally she could sing a Brit song better than Christina for sure. Minhee starts singing the chorus, please someone hit her she thought to herself so she gets out of this evaluation.
My loneliness is killing me (and I)
I must confess I still believe (still believe)
When I'm not with you I lose my mind
Give me a sign
Hit me baby one more time
The vocal team of squad Minhee & Wendy went harmony mode, it was a nice blend of NSYNC & Britney too with the boys singing the boy band songs with the girls singing the britney debut song. It was fun performance, maybe acapella wasn’t /that/ bad but she rather backing track behind her instead of relying on other people to do it for you. Too many things could go wrong.
So I’m doing something different than trees and going to talk to the lot of you about frogs!
This is a picture of a Northern Leopard Frog (Lithobates pipiens) that is found in a wide range across North America from Canada to reports down in Panama.
Frogs are amphibians, they live on land and in the water, and often require moist and humid environments to survive. Some exceptions to this are toads which often have rough-textured, leathery, dry skin that keeps that from drying out as easily as most other frogs.
*Fun fact: Although commonly believed, toads are frogs! You can totally call a toad a frog, but don’t call a frog a toad. Here is a small family tree of the class Anura (Frogs):
While the order Bufonidae (toads) fall under the class Anura, there are still anurans that are actual frogs and not toads. Toads = frogs but frogs =/= toads
What is so special about frogs? Well, other than the fact that they are my favorite group of animals, besides tardigrades, they are often called indicator species. What’s an indicator species? I’m glad you asked!
An indicator species is a species that tells us humans when something is wrong with their environment. Frogs are a primary example, but other amphibians like salamanders are also indicator species. How? Because frogs and salamanders are so sensitive in water and on land. Their skin is very water permeable, meaning that it can dry out easily if the area they are in is too dry or if the water they reside in has harmful chemicals. The skin is a vital organ to a frog’s life.
When chemicals are present in aquatic ecosystems, frog populations dwindle. When areas become too warm and dry up or global temperatures cause shifts in ocean currents and jet stream movements that cause changes in weather pattern, this could also dry up habitats that frogs call home, also decreasing their numbers. And when frog numbers change, so do other species in the ecosystems.
Frog tadpoles are the primary predators of mosquito larvae. By decreasing the number of frogs, we are decreasing the number of tadpoles, increasing the number of mosquitos, and, in some areas this apply, we are increasing the population numbers of mosquito-borne diseases such as West Nile, Zika, Dengue, etc.
“What is so special about frogs?” There is your answer. Frogs tell us when something is wrong in our world and they help keep humans healthy by keeping mosquito numbers down. Thank you for reading my blog! I hope many of you got something out of this!
When Lionel woke up with a warm body in his arms and an air of perfume, sex and sweat in his nose, a smile formed on his face and he nuzzled into the shoulder in front of him.
When he wriggled a bit to get a better position for continued sleeping arrangements, he noticed that, in fact, he himself was a warm body in somebody’s arms as well.
Huh.
Rare.
He cracked an eye open when he heard some knees crack and the bed shifted and a naked lady walked away. The two bodies did not move, though.
And with that his eyes were wide open, and a frown in place.
That. That was not a usual thing.
As the room was not.
Looking around with only his eyes… this seemed to be a hotel room.
He did not remember checking in.
Neither did he remember taking at least three other people with him. Or having been taken.
Blinking really slowly, he tried to remember the last night.
There had been drinking. And chatting. And a bit of boredom. And some freshmen being loud. And then one of the clocks had started ringing.
A grandfather clock. And that was the moment he had decided to get out, because it did not do his head well. And he walked towards the door and grabbed the door handle and then…
Nothing.
The lady in front of him turned around.
And kissed him, slipping her tongue over his lips: “Thanks for last night, stud”
She smirked and got up, stretching. It was not a bad view, by any means, but… were these the freshmen?!
“Thank you very much” a deep voice behind me said, growling and nipping at his shoulder.
Again, not bad, but… he stood up, too.
“Hey, Bob, time to go!” he kicked someone on the floor lightly. “Jude, you, too”
There were groans. Shuffling noises with clothing.
And then waves at Lionel.
The only thing he did was giving them a thumbs up. Or a wave back.
Because he had not been this exhausted in… he didn’t even know.
His hips did not want to move.
Neither did the rest of his body.
The last one made a ‘call me’ motion, when they left the room.
Staring at said door seemed reasonable.
He had to come to terms that last night might have been… fun. But he would not have chosen those greenhorns. And he didn’t remember shit.
There was a purring sigh at the back of his mind.
This demon. Might be a bigger problem than expected.
I slid out of my pants and underpants, dropped them unceremoniously on the floor and then got back on the chair-sofa thing and-
... stopped in my movement.
Just before I swung my leg back over his.
Because he looked at me. Eyebrows raised and apparently slightly perplexed.
Not smiling. That was the strangest part, really.
".. what?!," I asked, because what was he staring at now, and really, if anyone should be staring it's me.
He made me promise and made me do all this, so he shou-
"Nothing," he said, and pulled me closer at the small of my back, making me slide back on his lap with the technicalities of it, and continued to kiss me.
Maybe as a distraction.
From what, I really didn't know.
It was a good distraction, though. His lips were kind of soft. And my lips did tingle from the contact.
I might have hummed a bit.
It took a while, to sit there and feel his hands on me. Until I pushed against him, leaning forward a little bit.
That reminded me of another issue, that... was quite prominently flush against me. And crinkled in my hand.
So I leaned back. And held up the plastic wrapper. In... a rather slippery hand.
It was somewhat embarrassing. I... hadn't used one before.
"You wanna use it, you put it on," I said, more or less huffy.
I earned another slightly disbelieving look before he slowly plucked the condom out of my fingers and ripped it open with seemingly practised ease.
Holding the tip between his fingers, he rolled it down the length of his... penis and...
... held out his hand in a presenting way.
There you have it.
Apparently.
With a frown, I reached down and touched it again. It... had softened. It was wobblier now.
Just a little, still... very much interested, but softer and wobblier.
A few strokes with the slippery hand made it... less wobbly.
Even if the guy didn't make that many noises again.
It really was a little strange, just stroking this piece of flesh under the rubber. It was still very much warm. Even under the rubber.
And as I gripped a little harder - he hissed - and pulled, the rubber stayed firmly on.
They really worked, then. The condoms. I was never sure how they would hold.
With a little less pressure, I continued stroking and stared, wondering about the logistics.
Most likely the best idea was to... sit down on it, mh?
Just like that.
Even if it did look a little... weird and slightly... err... voluminous.
It should work. It worked with other people, after all. Like. They said so.
So... I raised my hips and leaned against him to get a nice angle...
