21st c

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Some pictures of my classroom. Our school’s theme this year is “Gear Up for the Future.” I had the kids write their individual goals on gears to hang up around the room.

One bulletin board I like is the “So…I’m Here” one. In our first staff meeting this year, we talked about our “why.” (This is based on a book by Simon Sinek, I believe.) Why do we teach? What’s our purpose in teaching? If you have a “why,” it’s going to affect your “how.” I tried to translate my “why” into goals for our classroom.

The other bulletin board I like is the one that summarizes the skills and beliefs I want my students to have. (I like it more for the words and not so much the design; I was getting tired when I put that one together. I’ll do better next year.) The professional skills are based on our school’s PBIS behavior expectations. The mathematical skills/beliefs are based on Jo Boaler’s mathematical mindsets. The global skills are based on the 4 C’s/21st century skills.

It's the 21st Century, c'mon

“Oh, you know how to use power tools?”
-Yes you idiot, I know how to use power tools.

“Are you sure you can handle this equipment?”
-Pretty freaking sure I can considering I spend at least 6 hours a day in a robotics shop

Getting really tired really fast of stereotypes. Yes I’m a girl, yes I do robotics, yes I do the mechanical work, and yes I do the electrical work. No I’m not incompetent when it comes to these things.

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En marche, le cœur battant - peaceoffchit - Political RPF - France 21st c. [Archive of Our Own]
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@prisunicetpainsauchocolat @onestenrepublique

J’AI CRAQUÉ 

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Sturm und Drang - Chapter 1 - proustine - Political RPF - France 21st c. [Archive of Our Own]
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Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Political RPF - France 21st c.
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Emmanuel Macron/Manuel Valls
Characters: Manuel Valls, Emmanuel Macron, la moitié du paysage politique français en guest stars
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University
Summary:

Il sait, en vérité, que tout a commencé il y a plus de deux ans, par une après-midi de juin qui est restée gravée dans sa mémoire et qui a vu débarquer dans son bureau l’instrument de sa chute annoncée sous les traits d’un jeune homme de quinze ans son cadet, charmant et charmeur.

Quand MV, directeur de l'UFR des Sciences Humaines d'une grande université, recrute un jeune prof de philo nommé EM, il est loin de se douter que cette décision va bouleverser son existence et celle de l'université toute entière. Tempête et passion s'ensuivent.

Okay donc diversion de mon coming-out vallsiste, voici le premier chapitre de mon AU universitaire dont je vous rabâche les oreilles depuis beaucoup trop longtemps. Premier chapitre où… il ne se passe pas grand chose (parce que ça va être looooong et qu’on est dans du slow burn avec tout plein d’unresolved sexual tension et tout et tout, donc lower your expectations.)

(Comme toujours, les commentaires sont les bienvenus, évidemment.)

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L'Aveu - quiauralagaulle - Political RPF - France 21st c. [Archive of Our Own]
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Political RPF - France 21st c.
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Manuel Valls/Emmanuel Macron, M&M’s - Relationship, Vacron - Relationship
Characters: Manuel Valls, Emmanuel Macron
Additional Tags: FLUFF!!!!

Pendant que j’écrivais ça, il y a un avion qui est passé très très très près de la maison, j’ai eu peur d’y passer et je me suis dit purée je vais mourir en écrivant une fic sur les ex-premier ministre et ministre de l’économie. Une vie interrompue en plein élan. 

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Hors du Temps - TheBlackWook - Political RPF - France 21st c. [Archive of Our Own]
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Fandom : Political RPF - 21st c.

Pairing : Cinn-Hamon Bourge

Rating : T

Nb de mots : 804 mots

Résumé : A cet instant, ils n’étaient que deux hommes hors du temps, perdus dans leur propre monde.

Notes : Je les aime beaucoup trop. C'est tout.

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Le lendemain - Chapter 2 - itcomesinwaves - Political RPF - France 21st c. [Archive of Our Own]
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La suite est là.

(tiens @salutmapoulecestmanu)

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Etat d'Urgence - proustine - Political RPF - France 21st c. [Archive of Our Own]
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Political RPF - France 21st c.
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Emmanuel Macron/Manuel Valls
Characters: Emmanuel Macron, Manuel Valls
Additional Tags: Angst, Light Dom/sub, Hurt/Comfort, Anxiety Attacks, m&m’s à l'opéra, c'était censé être quelque chose de gai, c'est juste gay, et déprimant
Summary:

Il ne l’avouera jamais, pas même à lui-même, mais il l’inquiète.

Ou : MV et EM vont à l'opéra. Angoisse et non-dits s'ensuivent.

Pendant quelques heures dimanche dernier, j’ai cru que j’allais écrire du fluff M&M’s, mais non, c’est peut-être la fic la plus déprimante que j’ai jamais écrite, ce qui n’est pas peu dire.

Enfin bref, cadeau pour @dempayoh j’espère que ça te plaira !

Et comme toujours, les commentaires, critiques, coups de coeur et coups de gueule sont les bienvenus.

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L'Homme Providentiel - quiauralagaulle - Political RPF - France 21st c. [Archive of Our Own]
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Political RPF - France 21st c.
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Emmanuel Macron/Manuel Valls, Emmanuel Macron/Reader, Manuel Valls/Reader
Characters: Emmanuel Macron, Manuel Valls, Reader
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Physical hurt/comfort, Dystopia, dystopie, ou utopie ça dépend des points de vue

Parfois je me dis que j’aimerais bien savoir écrire comme @prisunicetpainsauchocolat des fics sur des thèmes beaux et dramatiques et puis à la place j’écris sur la macronite.

Pour @princesasophie et @prisunicetpainsauchocolat

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Ne Plus Subir - TheBlackWook - Political RPF - France 21st c. [Archive of Our Own]
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Fandom : Political RPF - France 21st c.

Rating : G

Nb de mots : 1714 mots

Résumé : Quand la commission française avait annoncé son candidat, aussi bien la presse que le public avait crue à une blague.

Notes : Voilà, Lila (@onestenrepublique​) c'est pour toi. Regarde ce que tu nous fais faire avec tes conneries. Coeur sur toi <3 !

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Tout est par le temps emporté - peaceoffchit - Political RPF - France 21st c. [Archive of Our Own]
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@prisunicetpainsauchocolat @vacron @salutmapoulecestmanu

C’est pour vous. Cadeau. 

Bucharest

Hi can I request a fic where reader run into hobo in the run Bucky pre-CACW in Bucharest, maybe Bucky saved reader. Then, reader started becoming friends with Bucky and helped him ease into the new 21st C, including buying him those backpacks, notebooks, and introducing him to those plums. Basically reader helping Bucky feel that he’s a person, not a weapon. They got close & had an intimate relationship & they were happy for a while, but then the CACW happened while reader is w/ Bucky’s kid.

Originally posted by stevetogers

Bucharest, 2015.
 
You were finally able to call it quits for the day and you longed for a cigarette. You had quit the habit long ago, but ever since you got to Romania you smoke every once in a while and especially after classes. You were alone in a foreign country and to make things worse, you needed to buy a packet of cigarettes in a language you did not manage at all.
 
In 2 months you had barely learnt to maintain small talk with a native Romanian speaker, and thankfully your classes were all in English, which at least you could listen, speak, write and read quite well. Being almost a native speaker from America made the whole deal way easier. You lived in South America with your mom, and thanks to your grades at university, you did an internship in a governmental journal which lead you to win a scholarship in the University of Bucharest for a Master’s in Social Sciences.
 
After finishing your studies of journalism, you decided to go out and explore the world and why not, also broaden your knowledge in the field that captivated your heart since you were a little girl.
 
“Irina?” You said placing the mobile phone next to your ear while your other hand scratched your frowning forehead “Hey, it’s me, (Y/N)” She was the only person you could ever think of to help you with such a stupidity as buying cigarettes. You didn’t need them at all, but you couldn’t wait either. You just wanted one immediately “Do you happen to be in the campus or at least near it? I’m in need of some cigarettes and I don’t know how to buy them”
“Oh, crap” She said. Her gorgeous accent made whatever she said sound spectacular and it was one of the main reasons you befriended her “I’m Luca’s place now, but tell the man at the kiosk you need țigarete” She said quickly “Good luck with that!” She hung up and you were as hopeless as you were before, if not more.
 
She had left you with an unpronounceable word and she had said it only once. You walked to the kiosk with a feeling of fake confidence up and spoke to the old man inside. He had a gently smile and he looked like one of Snow White’s dwarves. You tried to make him the gesture for smoking, but he couldn’t understand.
 
You muttered insults in every language you knew until a man approached and placed a hand on your shoulder. You were started and you even jumped a little. A homeless guy appeared out of nowhere and you thanked heaven for not knowing a word of Romanian.
 
“I can help you” He said in a perfect English.
 
He bought you the cigarettes and you bought a few biscuits and next thing you knew, he was walking with you to your place. You lit the cigar and offered him one, but he declined.
 
“Thank you for helping me…” You said.
“I’m James… James Barnes” He sheepishly muttered.
“Very nice to meet you, I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N)” You nodded “You’re not from around, right?”
“No, I was born in the US… and I love to travel but I ran out of money” He shrugged; his grey eyes shone beautifully in the Romanian night “And what are you doing here?”
“Studying. I’m doing a master in social sciences here at the University of Bucharest” You turned your head and smiled to him “but unfortunately I’m not picking up any bit of the language and I swear it pisses me off… From which part of the States are you?”
“Brooklyn, you?”
“It’s complicated. I was born in the US, but my parent got divorced and I went to live with my mom to South America” You shrugged “then, when I finished my studies there, I worked for the government. I mean, I also worked before I ended up, but then I went back to the US to see my dad and try to work a little, and then, lastly, I came here with a scholarship. I love it here, I really do, but the language…”
 
 
Bucharest, 2016.
 
You were watching the news after your daily hour of studying. You had a huge project coming up and it needed all your attention, so the moments of freedom were much appreciated. It was breaking news that the so called Winter Soldier appeared again and that he had made a bomb explode at the UN building, killing the king of a well hidden African nation.
 
The man looked exactly like James, but it was not possible; he had just gone to the market to buy some plums. You had literally seen him leave through the door 20 minutes ago. Why on earth would he do something like that? And more importantly, why on earth would anyone blame him for such thing. He might have been the winter soldier, but he wasn’t a bad guy at all. Not anymore.
 
Since he helped you buying cigarettes you helped him getting a place… In your heart. You two grew fond and what started out as friendship definitely turned out to be into love. Slowly throughout the time you spent together, he started to share more details about his life. The decisive moment was when he told you he was the Winter Soldier.
 
When he first introduced the topic, you were puzzled to say the least. He explained to you as simply as possible, but with a thing like that you could not be simple. You asked him to be specific about everything he did and why people looked for him. James had some serious problems telling you everything, but you were not the one to judge for a thing he did when he was being brainwashed.
 
The day he confessed his HYDRA secret, the only thing you could do was hold him as tight as possible, as if that would help to put his pieces back together. He told you about the other people looking for him. The blonde soldier. Since that moment, your relationship improved, as you had no more secrets between each other.
 
Bucky appeared through the door 20 minutes later, and the news were all about him and what happened in Vienna. You glared at him and demanded for an explanation immediately.
 
“Please don’t tell you have a supersonic jet and that you killed that man” You took both hands to your forehead “James, what happened”
“I swear to god that is not me” He raised his hands, the metal one was hidden under a leather glove “I went to the market… But then I saw the news in a kiosk… They’re coming for me”
“Who” You took a deep breath.
“It could be anyone…” He pursed his lips in worry. He was not afraid for himself, he had gone through this a hundred times and he knew he would go through this a hundred more, but this time was very different. He had someone to take care of, and it was you; you were not involved in this fight, and you shouldn’t even be a part of “Steve, someone from HYDRA, the son of that king… You should go (Y/N)”
“Why?”
“I don’t want you to get hurt… And you might, there’s a big chance”
“Then I’m taking all the chances” You took a step to him “James I am not leaving you, I’ll be damned if I do”
“You don’t understand” He held your hand with his flesh one “This is not simple people we’re talking about… These are really dangerous people, and…”
“And what? James, come on, you’re scaring me”
“That’s what I’m trying to do” He let go of you and started to walk to the bedroom.
 
James looked for a bag and started shoving some of your clothing. In one of the backpacks you gave him, he started to carefully place the things you used at university. You didn’t want to leave, but apparently, it was not up to you to make that decision. You stayed immobile under the door frame and watched him with teary eyes as he prepared your things.
 
“So is this a goodbye James?” You walked next to him and helped him with closing one of the bags. Your movements were way slower than his, and when he noticed the shining droplets rolling down your cheeks, he stopped immediately.
“No, it’s not a goodbye” He took your hands in his and made you turn to see him “It’s a… A see you son, it’s a I’ll come back for you”
 
Bucharest, a year later.
 
You had accustomed yourself to live without James. You were almost finished with your studies and you missed him more than ever; you wanted him to be happy for you, to share all the process of it. He found you during the first months, and now he wasn’t for the last ones. Since you had no news from him, you often thought him dead.
 
You had found another apartment to live in while he was gone; the few days after he was gone you saw the place had been tore down by god knows who; fortunately, your scholarship covered the place to live, and after returning home from campus, you put the water to boil and turned on the TV. You saw the American billionaire being chased by the press to talk about what had happened to Captain America and to his mates.
 
Out of a sudden, you hear the front door being impatiently knocked. You muttered an insult and walked to it. Irina never came by, she was busy with her own work; you mostly saw each other in classes and bars.
 
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” A male voice said when you opened the door.