cursive class

anonymous asked:

I've been learning how to read cyrillic, but I'm having a hard time finding resources on different fonts? Because even reading your handwriting it looks different than the text i usually see online. (also cursive cyrillic looks impossible please explain that)

OKAY SO first of all here’s the comparison of all the three fonts that work for cyrilic i have (plus italic, some letters look a bit different so i’m including it just in case):

tbh that’s about all the information i can give you on fonts, so now let’s go to cursive!!

now, that’s what russian cursive is supposed to look like: 

it’s how children are taught to write (there are a few variations of some of the letters, it depends on the educational program that schools choose, the differences are very small though, and this is the most common type), and handwriting like this usually lasts up until the end of elementary school, and then everyone decides to get creative. it means that there are no rules anymore, and kids start trying out new ways to write letters, plus most people try to write faster so some elements of cursive letters get changed. and as a result most people have handwriting that is based on the ‘traditional’ cursive but is actually a mixture of.. well. everything.

i wouldn’t say hopping straight to reading russian cursive, especially if it’s written by a regular person who really doesn’t care if others can understand their handwriting at all (like me!) is impossible, but i wouldn’t say it’s the best idea. first of all, you have to learn to write in cursive - if you understand how everything works it will be a lot easier to read. of course, the bigger your vocabulary is, the easier it is, but still, it shouldn’t stop you from trying :D

an example of text written in ‘correct’ cursive:

examples of text written in… something else:

well… hopefully that clears things out a bit! :D good luck!! <3

Sometimes Lovers (Mostly Friends)

malookiya said: Prompt: CS friends with benefits

Summary: She kisses him the first time because he needs it, and it continues because they both do, but as it does neither of them have an idea of where they will end up.

A/N: Well, this one ran away with me, and it is super different from anything I’ve ever done, but I have to say I’m actually pretty proud of how it turned out (all 7000 words of it – I’m sorry it’s so long). I will say for this one that I am not a smut writer, nor will I ever be, so this may take a different direction than you may expect.

She was sure there had been a time before she knew Killian Jones, but for the life of her she couldn’t remember it – and she really didn’t want to. He was the one constant as she bounced from home to home, the one person who knew that her parents – the sets upon sets of parents at homes that became more and more temporary – weren’t actually her parents in the sense that people usually meant by that word. She didn’t doubt that a foster family – or, if you were lucky, an adoptive family – could become your family family, but it just never happened for her. All she ever had was the necessary lie of I’m Emma, and these are my parents. That, and him.

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More Than Meets The Eye |Part 1

Originally posted by fighthoshi

Bad Boy!Vernon AU; High School AU; Fluff

Word Count: 3529

Summary: Since kindergarten the two of you never got along, but as a series of unexpected events unfold, you grow closer and realize there’s more than meets the eye and that the past can be forgotten.

Requested by: A Shy Cloud

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A girlish shriek escaped your lips, as little Hansol snatched your teddy bear away from your hands.

“Teacher, Teacher!” you cried, stomping your feet and pointing at the little boy. “He took Mr. Bubbles again!”

Hansol only stuck his tongue out at you and hugged the bear ever tighter, making you shriek even more. This would happen so often, the other kids didn’t even pay attention anymore.

“I just want to play,” he pouted, “for a liiiiittle bit,” he added, pinching his index finger and thumb.

“Hansol, please,” your teacher pleaded with him for the nth time. 

He would always take your favorite bear from you. There were more than enough toys to play with, but he preferred yours. There were just as many girls to pick on, but for some reason, it was always you.

He ran around the classroom in circles, waving the bear around triumphantly.

Thin streaks of tears glistened on your cheeks. You wanted your bear back and you wanted him back now. 

So, you started chasing after the boy circles. It was useless, he was always faster…Always. The fact that you could never catch up to him or reach for any of your toys when he held them up high, annoyed you to the point of tears.

Eventually, you would give up and stomp your feet, crossing your hands over your chest. He’d stop too, flashing you a grin and then sticking his tongue out at you. You, of course, stuck your tongue out too, because that was the only thing you could do, besides pouting.

God, was he annoying.

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Lessons (Taehyung Smut)

*Well, fuck..*

“You’re late, Miss Y/N.”

“By two minutes, let it slide.”

“Go get a late slip.”

“So I can be more late, smart thinking Mr. Kim.” He glared at you, annoyed by your rebellious attitude. This was all staged, your way for getting his attention. You were his little secret admirer like the rest of the girls in his classes. He seemed to like nice girls, talking to the, but you wanted more than to just hear him talk.

“Sit down, Miss. Y/N.” His voice became more stern, sent as a warning and you say in your seat. You sat dead centre, where he could see everything you do. You purposely wore a short skirt, just enough that he could totally see your panties. He started teaching, his deep voice filling the room.

Your eyes wondered to his bulge, you figured he was big and thick. It led you to wondering how he would be like, was he a gentle lover? Careful but willing to do you what want him to?

Mr. Kim?
He would blush, realizing what he saw in front of him. Legs spread, and your wet pussy was in full view. No shirt, skirt pulled up and your bra was still on, not good at concealing your hard nipples
You’re so beautiful, baby
He kissed you, his lips sweeter than sugar. His hand would tease your pussy, rubbing and pinching your little clit.
M-Mr. Kim!

“What is it, Miss. Y/N?”

“Can you give a example for method acting?”

“Fine. Come here.” You got up, embarrassed by your stupid outburst. He stood in front of you, towering over you.

“You’re already a perfect example. You’re acting like you’re a bad ass when you’re actually kind, aren’t you?”

“Are you picking a fight with me, sir?”

“Yah, Y/N. Could you quit flirting with our teacher?”

“Mr. Kim, just kick her out!”

“She’s too dumb.”

More complains about you came from the room and didn’t understand. Maybe they were jealous?


He put his hand on your shoulder, pressing you closer to him. You didn’t understand why he did that either but then he spoke.

“Y/N belongs here as much as you do, girls.”

They all muttered and you went back your seat. You avoided his glances, just wanting the day end faster. The day did manage to go faster like you wished but he held you back.

“We need to talk.”

You leaned against his desk and he sat in his chair.

“What do you want?”

“I think you need to learn about respect.”

“Can you just leave me alone?”

“How long are you going be like this, kitten?”

Did he just call you kitten? You liked it, but where was this coming from?

“M-Mr. Kim.”

“It would be even better if you call me Taehyung, kitten. Say it.”


“Good.” He got up, undoing his tie. He unbuttoned his shirt, and you watched devotedly. You played with your breasts while he slipped off the shirt to reveal his torso.

“You’ve gone too far, kitten. Take off your shirt.”

Your hand flew, quickly taking off your shirt and you waited for what he would say next. You were done with your bad girl facade, you just wanted him inside you.

“You’re very eager,” His hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to continue making eye contact with him. “are you trying to be good for me, kitten?”

“Yes.” He smirked, pulling your arms in front of you and tied them together with his tie. The black silk was smooth against your skin, opposite of how he was being with you right now. He bent you over his desk, your breasts touching the dark cheery oak wood.

“It’s too late, just like you always are.” He slapped your ass hard, making you whimper.

“You come to class late.” *slap*

“You tease me.” *slap*

“You tried to test me, kitten.” *slap*

“You tried to be a good girl when you act like such a little slut.” *slap*

“Don’t try to fool me, kitten. You’re bad, and in need of a good punishment. Look at the paper in front of you.” It had a bunch of lines on it, why was he giving you dialogue?

“You don’t cum until you can recite every single line to me without stopping, kitten.” You could feel him pull down your panties and he spread your pussy’s lips.


“Say the lines, kitten. Unless you want me to stop?” His fingers were playing with your clit and you moaned a bit.

“N-No, please. I’ll read them, j-just don’t stop.”

He inserted a finger inside you, and you had to hold back your moan. Your eyes quickly scanned the lines and he got on his knees, bringing his tongue to your pussy.

“I know n-nothing but your ways. I-I find myself copying you do. Using cursive, enjoying the sunsets and eating lollipops.”

How did he know about things you do, you haven’t written in cursive for his class ever, you did watch the sunset on the school’s rooftop when you stayed late to study with your other friends and you always had one lollipop in your pocket.

“These s-stupid habits, I d-denied them. You couldn’t be who I’ve fallen for. I was the devil-l your parents told you to f-fear.”

He added another finger, making you bite down on your lip hard. You were going crazy, you wanted to cum so bad.

“You’re an angel, s-something so pure and s-simple. How c-could you ever love someone l-love me?”

His tongue flicked your clit a bit before he sucked on it. You wanted to grab his hair but he had your hands tied.

“Could you s-save me, angel?”

“Good, kitten. Now, cum.” You came on his command and he licked you clean. You felt numb to him, the words you just read more prominent to you. It sounded like a confession to you, did he love you?

He pulled you up by your hair and talked into your ear.

“Can you not hear, kitten? I said get on your knees and suck my cock.” He unbuckled his pants and

You turn around, dropping to your knees and you licked him through his boxers. You had to pull his boxers down with your teeth and you looked at his slightly hard cock.. He was big like you thought, and he held himself for you.

“Don’t be shy, kitten.” You licked his shaft, long and slow. He groaned, murmuring your name and you continued to lick him like that.

“Don’t fucking tease, kitten.” You went on but longer before taking him in your mouth. He groaned loudly, and you bobbed your head. You made eye contact with him, watching his eyes continue to be clouded by pure lust.

He used your tongue, coating his cock in your saliva. He made him hard, knowing you were willing, and completely eager on top of that, to be his. He knew by the way you looked at him, the way you talked to him that you had fallen for him.

He wouldn’t tell you that those words were his, and the meaning behind it was the truth. You distracted his thoughts, removing his cock from your warm moth.

You watched him get on the table, and he told you straddle him. You positioned yourself right over his hard cock, completely coated in your saliva. He pushed you down in his cock. The desk was pretty sturdy, and he waited for you to adjust him. You nodded and he held you down while pumping into you.


He unhooked your bra, waiting to see your breasts jiggle for him while he fucked you.

“Your pussy’s so good.”

“T-Tae.” You laid on him, your faces closer to each other. You kissed him sloppily, wanting to muffle some of your moans. He bit on your lower lip, watching you start to lose yourself. You were no longer his little sharp tongue student or the sweet girl you are, you are his little sex kitten.

Wanting his cock inside you, his tongue on your pussy, his lips kissing along your neck. You wanted his body and nothing else. He loved that.

“Fuck, kitten.”

“M-make me cum-god I w-want to cum.”

“I don’t hear you begging for it, kitten.”

“P-please, please make me c-cum. T-Taehyung!” He rammed into you faster, causing his cock get deeper inside you. You screamed out, unable to contain the pleasure.

You came, your sweat mixing with his sweat as you were still laying on top of him. He slid out of you and you got up. You stuck your ass out and he came on it, him admiring it like it was a masterpiece.

“You still need lessons, kitten. Come in, tomorrow.”

Signing off: Finnish schools phase out handwriting classes

From 2016, pupils will be taught only print handwriting and will spend more time learning keyboard skills – “something we recognise is very important for the job market,” said Harmanen.

Finland is one of the first countries to stop making cursive handwriting classes compulsory, but the change is part of a global move away from handwritten documents towards digital communication. 

(via Signing off: Finnish schools phase out handwriting classes | World news | The Guardian)