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Minnesota high school senior accepted to all 8 Ivy League schools

A Somali Minnesota high school student has achieved the rare honor of being accepted by all 8 Ivy League schools, plus more highly accredited colleges.

“I was very surprised,” Munira Khalif, senior at Mounds Park Academy, said. “The best part for me was being able to call family members on the phone and to hear their excitement. This was truly a blessing from God.”

The 8 Ivy League schools are Brown University, Columbia University, Cornell University, Dartmouth College, Harvard University, the University of Pennsylvania, Princeton University and Yale University. In addition, Khalif was accepted to Stanford, Georgetown, and the University of Minnesota.

How Termites Build Complex Homes Without a Master Plan

by Charles Q. Choi, Inside Science

Termites are tiny insects, but they are capable of moving tons of soil to build giant nests. Now scientists are discovering simple rules these insect architects might follow that could help explain how they build complex homes without a master plan.

Such research could lead to robot swarms that can organize to assemble intricate structures. These findings could also help decipher the rules governing complex systems ranging from blood vessels to neural networks.

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300 followers smut series - Day 3: Minato Okouchi

[Minato is my fave. So I kinda went all out. Sorry for showing bias for my fave characters but I just love writing Minato, it flows out easy & shit. Anyway as usual, I apologise for any mistakes I’ve made. PLEASE ENJOY.]

I yawn & stretch at my desk, tired beyond belief, the research I was doing to prepare for the interviews with Minato today grounding to a complete halt. I’m not sure how I’m managing to move right now or even if I should be alive after I’m almost certain I was ravished by a Vampire. Chiaki, left me red raw in certain places but it was so damn hot. I like the little sadistic blonde, he made me feel young & impulsive which is crazy since he’s only a year younger than me…Lost in my thoughts about how Vampires don’t age, I didn’t sense the figure towering over me.

“Holy shit, pommy did you get into a fight with another dog?” Minato’s booming voice comes slamming down above my head startling the shit outta me. 

“Fucking hell, Minato! Don’t do that! What are you even talking about?” Minato & I are like the comedic duo whenever we talk there is never a conversation where he doesn’t call me ‘pommy’ or ‘idiot’ or sometimes even a ‘wanton’ when he’s feeling really cheeky. Constantly hitting each other with jibes & punches of our sharp tongues. It happened so naturally like we’d been doing it since we were kids in school together. 

“Or is it mating season?” His smirk turns evil while pointing at my neck. Suddenly I realise he’s talking about, the healing wound of Chiaki’s vampire bite. My hand flies to my neck trying to cover it but it’s all in vein since Minato’s already seen said mark. I glance over at Chaiki, his demonic smile staring straight back at me.

“Looks like he was really aggressive, _____.” Minato raises an eyebrow, my focus back on him again as he continues to roast me but the fact he used my name instead of my unflattering nickname sent my mind to wander. He looks annoyed & concerned at the same time. Heh.

“Minato, that shade of green doesn’t suite you” I chide turning back to my screen.

“Whose green? I’m just saying I’m going to be pissed if my subordinate is too sore to do her job properly.” He huffs & scowls down at me. If I didn’t already know people like him I would be petrified right now but it just makes me chuckle dryly. 

“I see the sexual tension between you is as high as ever!” Shusei smiles slyly at us as he enters the office. He was right, there was an extreme sexual tension between us but both of us were too stubborn & egotistical to admit it. Part of me wanted to cross off his name right now because at some point, we were bound to have sex anyway. It’s like it was written in the stars. 

“Yeah right, who’d want to sleep with this wanton Pomeranian?” 

“Doesn’t calling me ‘wanton’ imply that plenty of people do & have?” I glance at Chiaki & Akiyoshi barely managing to bite my tongue from saying ‘like your boss & co-worker’. 

“Are you still barking? Get on with your work.” He places a canned coffee down on my desk before briskly walking out the office. He always did that. He’d be rude, obnoxious & damn right irritating but he’d counteract it with a kind gesture. It’s like he was conflicted. Him being…well a giant dick, was never going to change but he’ll make a gesture as if to show he’s a caring dick. It made me worry that maybe bedding him was going to be harder than I thought. 


“How much of a fucking idiot are you?! You’ve just taken two years off my life. I swear to god! Why did the chief transfer a brain dead Pomeranian to our team?” Minato lets rip on me as soon as get back to the now deserted parking lot. It got dark fast & everyone had set off home except for us who are only just setting off home after leaving the security office of the building we were in. As to why I’m now having my head bitten off & leaving the security office; At the interview, there was a scary looking man taunting a girl, being rude, suggestive & just down right disgusting. She was clearly uncomfortable & I took it upon myself to rid her of him which resulted in him turning his attentions towards me, sending the same advances my way. He followed me around for a while, then had me pinned up against a wall, arms restrained & not able to move. If it wasn’t for Minato coming to my rescue me…I don’t even want to think about it. 

“How do you even survive on your own? Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? Who knows that sleezeball would have done…” He trails off, clearly imagining the same thing as me. His words felt like a punch to the gut, I knew I was doing the right thing in saving my fellow woman from a daunting situation but I also knew the danger it could land me in. He was worried about me, that much is clear from the break in his voice & that made me feel even more guilty. 

“Minato…” I stop next to him. He takes a few more steps forward before realising I’m no longer walking next to him. 

“What, Pommy? Save the puppy dog eyes for someone who gives a shi-” I walk towards him, my eyes staring straight into his. I lean up, gripping the lapels of his blazer & forcing my lips on his, a silent apology & thank you for saving me. It takes him several seconds before he kisses me back. His arms wrapping around my waist tightly & protectively. He parted my lips, his tongue gliding over my lips & into my mouth, urgently seeking out mine. The adrenaline & desire pumping through our bodies forcing our legs to find our way to his car despite searching blindly. 

“Eeek” My bare calves hit something cold & hard & I make a strange noise against Minato’s tongue. I felt him smirk into our kiss before proceeding to push me into a sitting position on whatever was behind me. He pulls away from my lips, hands undoing the buttons on my blouse with ease even with his slightly shaky hands, his worry clearly evident in each move he made but still managing to rib me with every ounce of confidence he owned. 

“I’m not going to save you this time, pommy” He smiles naughtily at me, my own hands undoing his shirt from the bottom upwards so I can feel his skin underneath my fingers. I pepper his mouth with little kisses.

“I…think…I…can…handle…you…asshole…” He growls before kissing against my jaw, his hands groping my waist between my open shirt before roughly travelling up to my breasts. He massaged & squeezed them through my flimsy bra before pulling down each cup & returning to his aggressive kneading of my soft mounds. In the empty parking lot, my moans echoed loudly making me all too aware of our surroundings. As experienced as I am, this was new. I’d never had sex this openly in public before, we had nowhere to hide if someone was to walk by & it terrified & excited me immensely. 

“M-Minato” His thumbs circled my stiff nipples in slow & steady motions dragging me forcefully out of my conflict about our situation. My nails dug into his skin, his six pack clenching against my touch. His warmth so close but still too far away from my liking. I spread my thighs further apart, dragging him between them by his belt causing it to loosen in the loop holes. Using this opportunity I unbuckled it. Along with his pant button. As if fighting me for dominance. He release one of my perky nubs, his hand snaking down my body straight between my thighs. Brushing each one of his manly digits against my damp panties. My hands automatically wrap around his belt at the sensation bring him closer towards me & making his knees hit against what I was perched on with a dull thud. 


We both freeze. & at that moment I realise we’re sat on top of the hood of his car. Huffing a frustrated sigh, his other hand also releases my nipple before heading into his own pocket & clicking the button to shut off the alarm. 

“You are so much trouble” He brings his face out of the crook of my neck to show me his furrowed brow before kissing me again simultaneously rubbing my clit through my underwear. I gasp, my breath lost between his lips. 

“Mmmm” A flurry of whimpers, moans & mewls muffled against Minato’s own growls of desire. Intertwining into a beautiful harmony, cascading around the high ceilings letting the sound mingle in our ears once again reminding me of our lack of privacy even in the deserted floor of the car park. However the nerves of being spotted completely died once Minato’s slender fingers pull aside my panties & he resumed his slow strokes on my bundle of nerves. 

Struggling to keep from falling flat against the hood of the car, I try to focus on him instead of the way his finger circled my clit, slow then fast, then gentle, then rough, then tracing through my folds & dipping the tip of his finger into my entrance before retreating back to my clit. My slightly chilled hand trailing under his boxers, ruffling through his pubic hair before letting my dainty fingers ghost over his…shit…his cock is huge too?! I let out an impressed moan making Minato break away from my swollen lips, his piss annoying smirk gracing his perfect face. 

It amazed me how that smirk made my competitive spirit go into overdrive. I didn’t need my tongue right now to rely our playful banter. I had actions for that. I wrap my fingers around his tip, swiping my thumb over the warm droplets of precum oozing at the tip, smearing it across the head like a lubricant. His smirks falls. Now it was my turn, his eyes staring into mine, the beautiful brown of his iris’ almost disappearing as the carnal hunger to fuck my brains out takes over. His hands flying up to grab my wrists, pushing me hard against the bonnet of his car & pinning my wrists next to my head before connecting his right palm with my left, his fingers lacing between mine still slicked with my arousal for him. Slowly he lets go of my other wrist, releasing himself from his boxers. His eyes never leaving mine. He watched my anticipation as trailed my hands down to hold my panties aside for him. His cock so close to my pussy I can feel the heat it’s emitting.

I hum then I moan, my voice dying in my mouth when finally his cock eases into my dripping entrance. My back arches, my head lulls against the bonnet with a quiet thud, my eyes squeezing shut, my lips parting, breath coming out hard & hot against his face. The hand that guided himself into me, heads straight for my free hand entangling our fingers once more as I search for something to grip onto. 

“_____” As each inch of his manhood entered me, my walls sucked him in, hugging around each inch, welcoming him with open arms. That ridiculous nickname he bestowed upon me lost in the back of his mind. The way he says my name, his gruff voice making the word I’d heard everyday, all my life sound like I was an excitable child learning a word for the first time. 

“Minato…Minato” Once his hips finally connect with mine, I could feel his cock already pressed against my g-spot sending hot sparks to fly around my body. I was more than ready for him to start moving. But all I can manage to muster up is the syllables of his name hoping the desperation was conveyed in the tone of my voice.

Thankfully his hips snapped back & forth. He obviously did listen to me (only when he wanted to). Pulling out a little further with each thrust then plummeting in back in creating the delicious friction I was dying for. I didn’t feel myself slide down the shiny metal of the hood of his car until Minato pressed his body against mine, my nipples crushed against his toned, hot chest. The added heat making his thrust even more satisfying, his pelvic bone rubbing hard at my clit causing me to squirm under him. My moans muffling into his neck, his doing to same, sending a throbbing sensation against the wound Chiaki left the previous day.

I didn’t know it was possible for orgasms to come round so quickly but it didn’t take long for the coil in my lower belly to irrupt with a ferocity that could break down a solid brick wall. My hands gripping on his, my nails digging into his knuckles, my legs wrapping around his waist as his name rolled off my tongue like I was reciting a mantra. The pure white fire causing my walls to convulse around his cock. Constricting like a Boa killing its dinner before throbbing with in sync my heart beat. His teeth found my neck, grazing over the bruised area like he was trying to claim me from Chiaki.

His thrusts were dull at first after the scorching orgasm I’d just had like he was allowing me to feel the blissful sensation for as long as possible, making me whimper until I came down off my high & the orgasm coil wound itself back up as his hips pounded into me mercilessly. His knees softly thudding against the car as he drove into me.

“Minato..mmmmmm” He shifted slightly so his pelvic bone pressed down on my sensitive bud, as he thrusted, it rolled around against his skin causing me to arch as much as his chest would allow me. My breasts flattening completely against him adding extra stimulation to the overwhelming amount I was already feeling. 

“Fuck…____…_____” I felt him twitch inside me, signalling me to his own orgasm, his cock pressing against my sensitive spot as it did so sending my eyes flying open only to be met with his dark orbs already staring straight into mine. His face directly above, our lips almost touching before I can even whisper his name, his lips once again attached to mine, his grunts muffling as he swallowed my whines. My hands squeezing his hands tight once again as my over sensitive pussy spasmed around him. My cry almost silent against his lips as I lose my voice to the sensation of my second orgasm. My over-sensitive core on fire, my body ached but beautifully in pure ecstasy. My walls clamping down on his cock, the rest of my body responding in the same way. Clinging to Minato as tight as I could as his final thrusts sent his cum to coat my already soaked walls. His lips parting from mine so he could growl my name.

We fall silent except for our desperate pants for oxygen. My heartbeat ringing in my ears as I try to catch my breath. His body still tightly pressed against mine & honestly I didn’t want him to move. I felt safe with him like this, even in a open, public area I felt like nothing could go wrong with his skin pressed against mine but we both knew we’d have to leave soon before Security came to do their routine night watch.

“I hope you know this doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you, Pommy” Despite his words, his tone sounded gentle as he slowly removed himself from me. My whole body moaning at the loss from his skin against mine & his cock inside me. I managed to suppress the whimper that wanted to escape my lips, I knew he’d make some comment about ‘wanting more of my master’ or something irritating. 

“Yeah, yeah. How about I buy you dinner tonight? After that I’m feeling something really greasy. Maybe takeout, how about Pizza?” I say sitting up & fixing my dishevelled attire while he does the same. Minato places his fingers under my chin, tilting my face up towards his where he captures my lips in an intense kiss that made me let out a long sigh as he pulls away.

“I’m almost certain you were born to be my faithful pet Pommy, you know exactly how to please your master.” He chuckles before fishing the car keys out of his pocket & heading to the drivers seat without so much as a glance back at me. I guess that means he wants Pizza…still dazed from the mind numbing kiss I didn’t even have to power to call him an asshole for the pommy joke. 

“Do you want me to drive around with you on the hood or something? Get in, idiot.” & with that final comment before we set off for food, I plan to ruin his pizza with some really sweet chocolate sauce. Which lead me to be restrained in his car until he was sure his ‘pet’ was sufficiently ‘punished’ for teasing her master. I didn’t leave the confines of his car & return home till three a.m totally satisfied. My body & stomach no longer hungry.   

anonymous asked:

can u recommend fun places in indiana to vacation at


The Children’s Museum of Indianapolis, with the big water clock and all the other greatness

Indianapolis Museum of Art

Connor Prarie, which is like Colonial Williamsburg but in Indiana

The beaches and dunes around Lake Michigan

Mounds State Park

Pretty much any of the state parks, really

Kidd’s Marshmallow Factory

Alexandria, Indiana has the world’s largest ball of paint

Indigenous perspective of gratitude.

Hassan Bridgeway, with the Red Crooked Sky Dance Troupe, performs a version of the fancy dance during observances of National Native American Heritage Month at the Army National Guard Readiness Center in Arlington, Virgina. During the event, a number of traditional and contemporary Native American dances were demonstrated and the significance of each dance was discussed.

(Photo by Sergeant First Class Jon Soucy, 20 NOV 2014. Article by Captain Kyle Key, 26 NOV 214.)

As we walked along a path near ancient burial and ceremonial mounds beside the Arkansas River, my young son grabbed my hand and said, “Dad, we’re not real Native Americans.” 

“Of course we are,” I said.

“So where’s our feathers and bows and arrows?” he asked.

Through the laughter, I realized I had my work cut out for me, starting with teaching my children more about our own tribe, the Cherokee. 

Our visit to the mounds was a great way to start off Native American Heritage month. The site is not only sacred to us as Native Americans but also historic to the National Guard. The Toltec Mounds Archeological State Park has served as a meeting place to discuss mutual issues among sovereign area tribes with the Arkansas and Oklahoma National Guard. 

Over the past five hundred years, Native Americans have endured enormous adversity, genocide and forced relocation known as the Trail of Tears, where approximately 6,000 of our Cherokee ancestors perished over the thousand-mile trek during the dead of winter. 

Given the tumultuous past and resulting distrust, it is interesting to note that Native Americans ironically have the highest record of military service per capita among minority groups, according to the Department of Defense. Today in the Army and Air National Guard alone, there are more than 3,800 Native American men and women currently serving.

This is not surprising. For millennia, Native American tribes have been culturally ingrained with the best of the warrior ethos, and also possess an unparalleled love for this nation with a deep connection to the land itself. 

While we only comprise one percent of the America’s military forces, Native Americans have made significant contributions and have participated in every major conflict during our nation’s history. 

Recent history shows us that even though America has made tremendous progress in the acceptance of diversity, there is still much work to do in building mutual trust and understanding. The old saying to “bury the hatchet” is more than a phrase to Native Americans. Actually burying the hatchet was a literal and powerfully symbolic gesture, for example, when negotiating treaties or ending wars between tribes. It displayed a quiet strength that complemented the warrior ethos and helped lead to healing. It’s synonymous with the season of Thanksgiving upon us. 

Giving thanks means many things – forgiveness, humility, putting aside differences – and coming together as a nation, one people, despite previous injustices or broken promises. 

As we culminate a month of honoring Native American heritage and contributions, and enter into the holiday season, I believe there is no better time than now for all Americans to “bury the hatchet.”