It certainly wasn’t something the raven would have expected. To be so suddenly kissed was startling, but it felt nice. A little hum escaped her and Allison moved to wrap her arms around Seth’s neck, pressing her lips harder to his for a moment before she pulled away to breathe. “Bold move, I like it.” she said with a tiny smirk, licking her lips.
Kyo looked up from where he was working on the piece for a customer, dark eyes tinging bright green around the pupil for a moment. “You’ve been flirting with me for months, Seth. Why the change in tactic?” he teased, smiling playfully. “And where is it we’d be going?”
Home from work, buuuuuut I have a 12 hour day tomorrow, so I’m not going to have as much time as normal to do things before I need to go to bed. Tomorrow is gonna be a blast >.>
Oh I loved history class. I was lucky enough to have two overly qualified teachers for history, one in seventh grade, and then another for 11/12 grade history classes.
The seventh grade one made a point of basically being like “LOOK AT THIS STUPID THING THIS PERSON DID. HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF. DO NOT BE THE MORON THAT REPEATS HISTORY.” Which was hilariously effective for a bunch of thirteen year kids.
My 11/12 teacher literally had two master degrees and a doctorate and was working on a second doctorate and for whatever reason, decided that teach history to a bunch of teenagers at a tiny school in Alaska was what he was supposed to do?
He changed my life.
Not only was he ridiculously smart and knew EVERYTHING I could ever want to know? He was also that weird sort of ageless so when he talked about the Civil War we all looked at each other like “yeah, he was definitely there for that. Definitely.”
This actually happened in class one day, I swear to god.
We were talking about the JFK assassination, and he knew all this weird stuff about it that wasn’t in our history book or online or like… anything! So my smart ass (and super hot) friend sort of scoffed about the whole “second shooter/gunman on the grassy knoll” thing?
And my teacher deadass walked over to his Always Locked and Therefore Mega Mysterious closet, pulled out this tiny key from a necklace under his shirt to open the lock, rummaged around and came back out with this old shovel with a flour sack cloth around the metal part?
He pulls off the sack, tosses the shovel at my friend. Dirt rains off the shovel and then we are all staring at dark reddish brown stains on the top of the shovel and my teacher goes “well if there wasn’t a second shooter who the hell did I bury?”
I didn’t know Mr. T pityed fool’s that weren’t woke, but that’s awesome. #respect
“I think about my father being called ‘boy’, my uncle being called ‘boy’, my brother, coming back from Vietnam and being called ‘boy’. So I questioned myself:“What does a black man have to do before he’s given the respect as a man?” So when I was 18 years old, when I was old enough to fight and die for my country, old enough to drink, old enough to vote, I said I was old enough to be called a man. I self-ordained myself Mr. T so the first word out of everybody’s mouth is “Mr.” That’s a sign of respect that my father didn’t get, that my brother didn’t get, that my mother didn’t get.“
Also,’I feel ya, I always worked weekends and never got to shop either but hey, that’s what online shopping is for right??
Right? Online shopping has saved me this year for so many people that are hard to shop for in a small town. And in a couple of weeks, I can finish the shopping and then all I need to do is wrap it all. X.x that doesn’t count the cards I send out (I’ll need your address so I can send you one, too 💙💙)
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