#Cliff Asness

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Lobby sioniste et classes sociales

Un texte parfois grandiloquent mais intéressant qui a le mérite d’attirer l’attention sur le lobby sioniste aux Etats Unis et son influence considérable sur la vie politique aux Etats Unis et sur les orientations de la politique proche-orientale de ce pays qui, chacun l’aura remarqué, comporte un soutien indéfectible, inconditionnel dirait Mme Yaël Braun-Pivet, à l’entité sioniste, soutien qui…

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The end of Tom Weaver

First time posting something I’ve written, please don’t be too harsh on me if it’s bad! (Also there is a drawing at the end of this) cw description of death

“Where are we going mama?”

Tom asks in his sweet but raspy voice continuing to walk with his hand holding his mother’s. Though she doesn’t answer and continues to look forward not paying attention to him only her surroundings. The woods eventually let up becoming thinner until there’s only a few small saplings in the ground leading up to the edge of the cliff his mother has lead them too. It overlooks more of the woods that have remained untouched by man.

It’s beautiful he can understand why his mother wanted to bring him here maybe one day he could bring Tim here and show him too. He feels her harshly tug her hand away from his, it doesn’t surprise nor bother him as he’s too caught up in the view, he can’t wait to tell Tim when they get home. He sees his mother take a step back out of the corner of his eye and hears her mutter something that sounds like prayer “mama? What are you-“

He can’t finish his sentence before he feels a hand on his back accompanied by harsh powerful shove that causes him to tumble forward and over the cliff his hands helplessly reach out to try and stop himself but it doesn’t work.

He can feel tears fill his eyes as he looks down at the fast approaching rocky earth his body slowly spins forward his vision slowly goes from the rocky ground to the cliff as he looks up he can see his mother look over the edge watching him fall he can’t take it. He closes his eyes his body tensing as he braces for impact. It doesn’t help. His body hits the ground with a wet crunch legs, ankle and arm snapping upon impact his spine bends to fit the form of the rock the pain was already too much for him he lets out a blood curdling scream that gets cut short as his neck breaks from the force of the whiplash.

His scream turns into wet sounding wheezes as he struggles to breathe he try’s to move he can’t as he weakly twitches he can feel every pulse, every drip of blood that leaves his wounds, every breath he takes feels like fire, as it presses his lungs against his broken ribs. His eyes close as he passes out from the pain.

When he regrettably opens his eyes again he is once again brought back to the painful reality of his existence it was just about dark he could see the sun setting in the distance. Why… Why was this happening to him…? He could never do anything right… he was born a devil … his mother constantly preached to him and Tim how they were spawns of the devil.

Now he’ll die alone a monster… a devil… finally he try’s to make a sound. To call out. “t-Tim..! Ti… m.. Tim ple… ase… p-please… Tim..” he quietly wheeze cry’s as his heart beats weakly he uses what little strength he has left to call out to his brother. The only one who cared. Tears run down the side of his face as he takes his final breath wanting nothing more than to know his brother was near again. 

I’m in the process of tweaking/redesigning the weaver children to be more accurate to both how they died and how I interpret them! I kept Tom pretty similar to his original design but I added more wear and tear to more accurately fit with how he died (also I think that animals got to him before he woke up as a ghost so I wanted to show that too)

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Hedge funder: Investors must look abroad to make a profit

US equities have consistently outperformed their international counterparts over the past three decades, but AQR Capital Management co-founder and CEO Cliff Asness believes the streak may be coming to an end. “Looking back, the US outperformance since 1990 can be largely explained by relative enrichment against other stock markets,” the billionaire investor wrote in an article for The portfolio…

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Billionaire Cliff Asness's top 10 tech stocks

Billionaire Cliff Asness’s top 10 tech stocks

In this article, we take a look at billionaire Cliff Asness’s top 10 stock picks. If you want to see more of billionaire Cliff Asness’s top 10 tech stocks, head straight to Billionaire Cliff Asness’s top 5 tech stocks. Billionaire Cliff Asness is the founder of quantitative giant AQR Capital Management, which had over $40 billion in a 13F stock portfolio as of late September. As a quantitative…

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September 1st, 2020... Although the day belonged to Rolex 2020′ releases, it was a #SpeedyTuesday after all. An Omega Speedmaster 145.012-67 chronograph on a flat link bracelet and some (fictional) Red Apple cigarettes cases... Clever marketing (sometimes) goes a long way ! (Photo: MoonwatchUniverse)

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Cliff Asness: The Value & # 39; Hell & # 39; has given me more confidence in the factor 2020

Cliff Asness: The Value & # 39; Hell & # 39; has given me more confidence in the factor 2020

AQR's Cliff Asness tells Corey Hoffstein of Newfound Research that value stocks are even cheaper than during the tech bubble.

Despite the recent underperformance of the value factor, Asness, a billionaire, believes he will recover – and the pain that the factor caused gives him even more confidence in him.

The fiery quant, known for Twitter outbreaks and computer use, also said if he could give…

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Btw~

1963

01. DENMARK - Grethe & Jörgen Ingmann - "Dansevise" 02.  ITALY - Emilio Pericoli - "Uno per tutte" 03.  SWITZERLAND - Ester Ofarim - "T'en va pas" 04. GERMANY - Heidi Brühl - "Marcel" 05. UNITED KINGDOM - Ronnie Carroll - "Say wonderful things to me"

1964

01. ITALY - Gigiola Chinquetti - "Non ho l'eta" 02. LUXEMBOURG - Hughues Aufray - "Dès que le printemps revient" 03. NETHERLANDS - Anneke Grönloh - "Je bent mijn leven" 04. AUSTRIA - Udo Jürgens - "Warum, nur warum?" 05. UNITED KINGDOM - Matt Monro - "I love the little things"

1965

01. LUXEMBOURG - France Gall - "Poupée de cire, poupée de son" 02. NETHERLANDS - Conny Vandenbos - "'t Is genoeg!" 03. SPAIN - Conchita Bautista - "Que bueno, que bueno" 04. UNITED KINGDOM - Kathy Kirby - "I belong" 05. SWEDEN - Ingvar Wixell - "Absent friend"

1966.

01. NORWAY - Ase Kleveland - "Intet er nytt under solen" 02. BELGIUM - Tonia - "Un peu de poivre, un peu de sel" 03. SWEDEN - Lill Lindfors & Svante Thuresson - "Nygammal vals" 04. SPAIN - Raphael - "Yo soy aquél" 05. NETHERLANDS - Milly Scott - "Fernando & Filippo"

1967.

01. MONACO - Minouche Barelli - "Boum badaboum" 02. UNITED KINGDOM - Sandie Shaw - "Puppet on a string" 03. LUXEMBOURG - Vicky Leandros - "L'amour est bleu" 04. SPAIN - Raphael - "Hablamos del amor" 05. NETHERLANDS - Thérèse Steinmetz - "Ring-dinge-ding"

1968

01. SWEDEN - Claes-Göran Hederström - "Det börjar verka kärlek, banne mig" 02. YUGOSLAVIA - Luco Capurso & Hamo Hadjadhodzic  "Jedan dan" 03. NORWAY - Odd Börre - "Stress" 04. GERMANY - Wenche Myhre - "Ein Hoch der Liebe" 05. FINLAND - Kristina Hautala - "Kun kello käy"

1969

01. UNITED KINGDOM - Lulu - "Boom bang-a-bang" 02. NETHERLANDS - Lenny Kuhr - "De troubadour" 03. SPAIN - "Salomé- "Vivo cantando" 04. PORTUGAL - Simone de Oliveira - "Desfolhada" 05. NORWAY - Kirsti Sparboe - "Oj, oj, oj, så glad jeg skal bli"

1970

01. UNITED KINGDOM - Mary Hopkin - "Knock knock, who's there?" 02. SWITZERLAND - Henri Des - "Retour" 03. MONACO - Dominique Dussault - "Marlène" 04. YUGOSLAVIA - Eva Srsen - "Pridi, dala ti nom cvet" 05. GERMANY - Katja Ebstein - "Wunder gibt es immer wieder"

1971

01. PORTUGAL - Tonicha - "Menina do alto da serra" 02. LUXEMBOURG - Monique Melsen - "Pomme, pomme, pomme" 03. MONACO - Severine - "Un banc, un arbre, une rue" 04. NORWAY - Hanne Krogh - "Lykken er" 05. AUSTRIA - Marianne Mendt - "Music"

1972

01. NETHERLANDS - Sandra & Andres - "Als het om de liefde gaat" 02. UNITED KINGDOM - The New Seekers - "Beg, steal or borrow" 03. AUSTRIA - "Milestones - "Falter im Wind" 04. FINLAND - Päivi Paunu & Kim Floor - "Muistathan" 05. YUGOSLAVIA - Tereza Kesovija - "Muzika i ti"

1973

01. UNITED KINGDOM - Cliff Richard - "Power to all our friends" 02. BELGIUM - Nicole & Hugo - "Baby, baby" 03. PORTUGAL - Fernando Tordo - "Tourada" 04. SWEDEN - The Nova - "You're summer" 05. NORWAY - Bendik Singers - "It's just a game"

1974

01. SWEDEN - ABBA - "Waterloo" 02. NETHERLANDS - Mouth & MacNeal - "I see a star" 03. SPAIN - Peret - "Canta y sé feliz" 04. GREECE - Marinella - "Krasi, Thalassa ke t' agori mou" 05. YUGOSLAVIA - Korni Grupa - "Generacija 42"

1975

01. GERMANY - Joy Fleming - "Ein Lied kann eine Brücke sein" 02. NETHERLANDS - Teach-in - "Ding-a-Dong" 03. MALTA - Renato - "Singing this song" 04. SWITZERLAND - Simone Drexel - "Mikado" 05. ITALY - "Wess & Dori Ghezzi" - "Era"

1976

01. LUXEMBOURG - Jürgen Marcus - "Chansons pour ceux qui s'aiment" 02. FINLAND - Fredi & Ystävät - "Pump-pump" 03. FRANCE - Cathérine Ferry - "Un Deux Trois" 04. NORWAY - Anne-Karine Strom - "Mata Hari" 05. ITALY - Al Bano & Romina Power - "We'll live it all again"

1977

01. BELGIUM - Dream Express - "A million in 1-2-3" 02. UNITED KINGDOM - Mike Moran & Lynsey dePaul - "Rock bottom" 03. AUSTRIA - Schmetterlinge - "Boom boom boomerang" 04. SPAIN - Mickey - "Ensename a cantar" 05. GREECE - Paschalis, Marianna, Robert & Bessy - "Mathima solfege"

1978

01. ISRAEL - Izhar Cohen & Alphabeta - "A-ba-ni-bi" 02. LUXEMBOURG - Bacchara - "Parlez-vous francais?" 03. GREECE - Tania Tsanaklidou - "Charlie Chaplin" 04. GERMANY - Ireen Sheer - "Feuer" 05. PORTUGAL - Gemini - Dai li dou"

1979

01. GERMANY - Dzinghis Khan - "Dzinghis Khan" 02. SWITZERLAND - Peter, Sue & Marc ft Pfuri, Gorps & Kniri - "Trödler & Co." 03. GREECE - Elpida - "Sokrati" 04. DENMARK - Tommy Seebach - "Disco Tango" 05. BELGIUM - Micha Marah - "Hey nana"

1980.

01. LUXEMBOURG - Sophie & Magaly - "Papa Pingouïn" 02. FRANCE - Profil - "Hé, hé m'sieurs, dames" 03. GREECE - Anna Vissi - "Autostop" 04. BELGIUM - Telex - "Euro-Vision" 05. IRELAND - Johnny Logan - "What's another year?"

1981

01. BELGIUM - Emly Starr - "Samson" 02. PORTUGAL - Carlos Paiao - "Playback" 03. DENMARK - Tommy Seebach & Debbie Cameron - "Kroller eller ej" 04. IRELAND - Sheeba - "Horoscopes" 05. UNITED KINGDOM - Bucks Fizz - "Making your mind up"

1982.

01. GERMANY - Nicole - "Ein Bißchen Frieden" 02. ISRAEL - Avi Toledano - "Hora" 03. SPAIN - Lucia - "El" 04. TURKEY - Neco - "Hani?" 05. AUSTRIA - Mess - "Sonntag"

1983

01. ISRAEL- Ofra Haza - "Chai" 02. LUXEMBOURG - Corinne Hermes - "Si la vie est un cadeau" 03. BELGIUM - Pas-de-Deux - "Rendez-Vous" 04. SPAIN - Remedios Amaya - "Quién maneja mi barca?" 05. YUGOSLAVIA - Daniel - "Dzuli"

1984

01. IRELAND - Linda Martin - "Terminal 3" 02. DENMARK - Hot Eyes - "Det' lige det" 03. ITALY - Alice & Battiato - "I treni di Tozeur" 04. LUXEMBOURG - Sophie Carle - "100% d'amour" 05. FINLAND - Kirka - "Hengaillaan"

1985.

01. TURKEY - MFÖ - "Didai, didai dai" 02. ISRAEL - Izhar Cohen - "Olé, olé" 03. FINLAND - Sonja Lumme - "Elakoon Elama" 04. SWEDEN - Kikki Danielsson - "Bra vibrationer" 05. NORWAY - Bobbysocks - "La det swinge"

1986

01. BELGIUM - Sandra Kim - "J'aime la vie" 02. PORTUGAL - Dora - "Não sejas mau p'ra mim" 03. SWEDEN - Lasse Holm & Monica Törnell - "E' de' det här du kallar kärlek?" 04. NETHERLANDS - Frizzle Sizzle - "Alles heeft een ritme" 05. NORWAY - Ketil Stokkan - "Romeo"

1987

01. BELGIUM - Liliane St. Pierre - "Soldiers of love" 02. IRELAND - Johnny Logan - "Hold me now" 03. TURKEY - Seyyal Taner & Lokomotif - "Sarkim sevgi ustune" 04. YUGOSLAVIA - Novi Fosili - "Ja sam za ples" 05. NETHERLANDS - Marcha - "Rechtop in de wind"

1988.

01. SWITZERLAND - Celine Dion - "Ne partez pas sans moi" 02. TURKEY - MFÖ - "Sufi" 03. DENMARK - Hot Eyes - "Ka' du se hva' jeg sa'?" 04. SPAIN - La Decada - "Made in Spain" 05. GREECE - Afroditi Frida - "Clown"

1989

01. DENMARK - Birthe Kjaer - "Vi maler byen röd" 02. TURKEY - Pan - "Bana bana" 03. FINLAND - "Anneli Saaristo" - "La dolce vita" 04. PORTUGAL - Da Vinci - "Conquistador" 05. AUSTRIA? - Thomas Forstner? - "Nur ein Lied"? ??? I guess (but really, don't bother with this garbage year.)

1990.

01. YUGOSLAVIA - Tajci - "Hajde da ludujemo" 02. SPAIN - Azucar Moreno - "Bandido" 03. FRANCE - Joëlle Ursull - "Black & White blues" 04. ICELAND - Stjornin - "Eitt lag enn" 05. CYPRUS - Haris Anastasiou - "Milas poli"

1991.

01. SWEDEN - Carola - "Fångad av en stormvind" 02. FRANCE - Amina - "C'est le dernier qui a parlé qui a raison" (beyond the shadow of a doubt, the best top 2 in any Eurovision year ever) 03. UNITED KINGDOM - Samanta Janus - "A message to your heart" 04. ISRAEL - Duo Datz - "Kan" 05. GREECE - Sophia Vossou - "I anixi"

1992.

01. DENMARK - Lotte Nilsen & Kenny Lübke - "Alt det som ingen ser" 02. PORTUGAL - Dina - "Amor d'agua fresca" 03. ISRAEL - Dafna Dekel - "Ze rak sport" 04. FRANCE - Kali - "Monté la riviè" 05. BELGIUM - Morgane - "Nous, on veut des violons"

1993.

01. SLOVENIA - 1XBand - "Tih dezeven dan" 02. NETHERLANDS - Ruth Jacott - "Vrede" 03. GREECE - Katy Garbi - "Ellada, hora tou fotos" 04. SPAIN - Eva Santamaria - "Hombres" 05. BOSNIA/HERZEGOVINA - Fazla - "Sva bol sveta"

1994

01. GERMANY - MeKaDo - "Wir geben 'ne Party" 02. RUSSIA - Youddiph - "Vyechni Stranik" 03. SLOVAKIA - Tublatanka - "Nekoniecna piesen" 04. FINLAND - CatCat - "Bye, bye baby" 05. FRANCE - Nina Morato - "Je suis un vrai garçon"

1995

01. CYPRUS - Alexandros Panayi - "Sti fotia" 02. DENMARK - Aud Wilken - "Fra Mols til Skagen" 03. SPAIN - Anabel Conde - "Vuelve conmigo" 04. FRANCE - Nathalie Santamaria - "Il me donne rendez-vous" 05. AUSTRIA - Stella Jones - "Die Welt dreht sich verkehrt"

1996.

01. CROATIA - Maja Blagdan - "Sveta ljubav" 02. PORTUGAL - Lucia Moniz - "O meu coracao nao tem cor" 03. ESTONIA - Maarja-Liis Ilus & Ivo Linna - "Kaelakee hääl" 04. NORWAY - Elisabeth Andreassen - "I evighet" 05. SWEDEN - One more time - "Den vilda"

1997.

01. POLAND - Anna-Maria Jopek - "Ale jestem" 02. CYPRUS - Hara & Andreas Konstantinou - "Mana mou" 03. TURKEY - Sebnem Paker & Ethnik - "Dinle" 04. UNITED KINGDOM - Katrina & The Waves - "Love shine a light" 05. ICELAND - Paul Oscar - "Minn hinsti dans"

1998.

01. NETHERLANDS - Edsilia - "Hemel en aarde" 02. GERMANY - Guildo Horn - "Guildo hat euch lieb'" 03. MALTA - Chiara - "The one that I love" 04. BELGIUM - Melanie Cohl - "Dis oui" 05. CYPRUS - Michael Hayiyannis - "Genesis"

1999

01. CROATIA - Doris Dragovic - "Marija Magdalena" 02. GERMANY - Sürpriz - "Reise nach Jerusalem" 03. ICELAND - Selma - "All out of luck" 04. UNITED KINGDOM - Precious - "Say it again" 05. LITHUANIA - Aiste - "Strazdas"

2000.

01. LATVIA - Brainstorm - "My star" 02. RUSSIA - Alsou - "Solo" 03. N-MACEDONIA - XXL - "100% te Ljubam" 04. ROMANIA - Taxi - "The moon" 05. DENMARK - Olson Brothers - "Fly on the wings of love"

2001.

01. FRANCE - Natasha St. Pier - "Je n'ai que mon âme" 02. GREECE - Antique - "Die for you" (and after those two have ALREADY breached the "trash that is only enjoyable with irony" tier. fantastic year.) 03. LATVIA - Arnis Mednis - "Too much" 04. RUSSIA - Mumiy Troll - "Lady Alpine Blue" 05. POLAND - Piasek - "2Long"

2002

01. SPAIN - Rosa - "Europe's living a celebration" 02. BOSNIA/HERZEGOVINA - Maja - "Na jastuku za dvoje" 03. MALTA - Ira Losco - "7th wonder" 04. ESTONIA - Sahlene - "Runaway" 05. CROATIA - Vesna Pisarovic - "Everything I want"

2003

01. GERMANY - Lou - "Let's get happy" 02. ROMANIA - Nicola - "Don't break my heart" 03. BELGIUM - Urban Trad - "Sanomi" 04. CROATIA - Claudia Beni - "Nise visam tvoja" 05. ICELAND - Brigitta - "Open your heart"

2004

01. ALBANIA - Anjezha Shahini - "Image of you" 02. UKRAINE - Ruslana - "Wild dances" 03. MALTA - Julie & Ludwig - "Off again, on again" 04. BELARUS - Aleksandra & Konstantin - "My Galileo" 05. ESTONIA - Neiokoso - "Tii"

2005

01. ROMANIA - Luminita Aghell & Sistem - "Let me try" 02. NORWAY - WigWam - "In my dreams" 03. HUNGARY - NOX - "Forogj, vilag!" 04. ISRAEL - Shiri Maimon - "Hashek'et Shenish'ar" 05. "SWITZERLAND" - Vanilla Ninja - "Cool vibes"

2006

01. ICELAND - Silvia Night - "Congratulations" 02. SWEDEN - Carola - "Invincible" 03. FINLAND - Lordi - "Hard Rock Hallellujah" 04. NORWAY - Christine Gulbrandsen - "Alvedansen" 05. CROATIA - Severina - "Moja stikla" (yes my fave is an NQ. Fittingly in the only year where the semifinal was better than the grand final.)

2007

01. GEORGIA - Sopho - "Visionary Dream" 02. SERBIA - Marija Serifovic - "Molitva" 03. CYPRUS - Evridiki - "Comme ci, comme ça" 04. SLOVENIA - Alenka Gotar - "Cvet z juga" 05. HUNGARY - Magdi Rusza - "Unsubstantial Blues"

2008

01. ICELAND - Euroband - "This is my life" 02. FRANCE - Sébastien Tellier - "Divine" 03. BOSNIA/HERZEGOVINA - Laka - "Pokusaj" 04. UKRAINE - Ani Lorak - "Shady Lady" 05. SLOVENIA - Rebeka Dremelj - "Vrag naj vzame"

2009

01. ICELAND - Yohanna - "Is it true?" 02. ESTONIA - Urban Symphony - "Rändajad" 03. ALBANIA - Kejsi Tola - "Carry me in your dreams" 04. UKRAINE - Svetlana Loboda - "Be my valentine" 05. ARMENIA - Inga & Anush - "Jan jan"

2010

01. ALBANIA - Juliana Pasha - "It's all about you" 02. TURKEY - MaNga - "We could be the same" 03. ROMANIA - Paula Seling & Ovi - "Playing with fire" 04. FRANCE - Jessy Matador - "Allez, ola, olé!" 05. FINLAND - Kuunkuiskaajat - "Työlki ellää"

2011

01. GERMANY - Lena - "Taken by a stranger" 02. BOSNIA/HERZEGOVINA - Dino Merlin - "Love in rewind" 03. BULGARIA - Poli Genova - "Na inat" 04. SLOVENIA - Maja Keuc - "No one" 05. SERBIA - Nina - "Caroban"

2012

01. SWEDEN - Loreen - "Euphoria" 02. MOLDOVA - Pasha Parfeny - "Lautar" 03. ESTONIA - Ott Lepland - "Kuula" 04. ICELAND - Greta Salomé & Jonsi - "Never forget" 05. BELARUS - Litesound - "We are the heroes"

2013.

01. GREECE - Koza Mostra & Agathonas Iakovidis - "Alcohol is free" 02. UKRAINE - Zlata Ognevich - "Gravity" 03. MONTENEGRO - Who see & Nina Zizic - "Igranka" 04. FINLAND - Krista Siegfrids - "Marry me" 05. BULGARIA - Elitsa & Stoyan - "Samo shampioni"

2014.

01. SLOVENIA - Tinkara Kovac - "Round and round" 02. AUSTRIA - Conchita Wurst - "Rise like a phoenix" 03. POLAND - Cleo & 'Donatan' - "My slowianie" 04. SWITZERLAND - Sebalter - "Hunter of stars" 05. SPAIN - Ruth Lorenzo - "Dancing in the rain"

2015.

01. LATVIA - Aminata - "Love injected" 02. ESTONIA - Stig Rästa & Elina Born - "Goodbye to yesterday" 03. SERBIA - Bojana Stamenov - "Beauty never lies" 04. SWEDEN - Mans Zelmerlow - "Heroes" 05. RUSSIA - Polina Gagarina - "A million voices"

2016.

01. ARMENIA - Iveta Mukuchyan - "LoveWave" 02. BULGARIA - Poli Genova - "If love was a crime" 03. GEORGIA - Nika Kocharov & Y.G.L - "Midnight Gold" 04. BELGIUM - Laura Tesoro - "What's the pressure" 05. UKRAINE - Jamala - "1944"

2017.

01. BELGIUM - Blanche - "City lights" 02. HUNGARY - Joci Papai - "Origo" 03. BELARUS - Naviband - "Story of my life" 04. NORWAY - JOWST - "Grab the moment" 05. N-MACEDONIA - Jana Burceska - "Dance alone"

2018

01. LITHUANIA - Ieva Zasimauskaite - "When we're old" 02. SLOVENIA - Lea Sirk - "Hvala, ne!" 03. ESTONIA - Elina Nechayeva - "La Forza" 04. FRANCE - Madame Monsieur - "Mercy" 05. MOLDOVA - DoReDoS - "My lucky day"

2019

01. SLOVENIA - ZalaGasper - "Sebi" 02. AUSTRALIA - Kate Miller-Heidke - "Zero Gravity" 03. ITALY - Mahmood - "Soldi" 04. NORWAY - KEiiNO - "Spirit in the sky" 05. ICELAND - Hatari - "Hatrið munn sigra"

2020

01. ICELAND - “Daði & Gagnamagnið - “Think about things” 02. UKRAINE - Go_A - “Solovey” 03. LITHUANIA - The Roop - “On fire” 04. BELARUS - VAL - “Da vidna” 05. BULGARIA - VICTORIA - “Tears Getting Sober”

To be continued...?

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This is Lard and I’s DMs actually, and we have our very favorite not-robot boy of all people for kicking Ullane back off the cliff of ‘maybe I deserve to die’ by telling her to stay alive so she can suffer. It worked.

He also chose to stay after she offered to let him go so he can get on her case. Ullane doesn’t get it but she’s not going to argue with him and left the option open for the future in case he changes his mind.

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“What the hell were you thinking?!” Angsy prompts please :P

Slight Twist! Max POV after the events of this post. thanks for asking and I’m sorry this took so long!

“What the hell were you thinking?!”

Max charged forward after Felix as they watched an almost naked Rhea walk out of the water. He was fuming. What was she thinking? They needed her to save the colony and here she was throwing herself off a cliff. He had half a mind to throw her off himself if they had been up there.

Rhea was smiling as she reached them at the edge of the water. She stood there dripping and shaking as she wrapped her arms around her body for warmth.

“H-h-hey gu-u-ys.” She gave them a small wave but Max could hear her teeth chattering from where he was standing.

“Don’t hi us,” Max began, unable to stop himself from yelling at her. “What if you had injured yourself. What if you had died.”

“Get spaced Max,” Felix told him angrily as tried to figure out the best way to help Rhea. Max rolled his eyes. Of course Felix would encourage such reckless behavior.

“Ple-e-ase do-o-n’t be ma-d,” Rhea continued to shake but as Max looked closer, he could see a gleam in her eye that he hadn’t seen in months.

Oh law, Max thought to himself. It hit him in that moment that Rhea had developed the same look he had seen on so many others in Halcyon. That hallowness and sense of listlessness that could never go away.

He sighed as he kicked himself internally, “Felix, give her your jacket.”

“What, oh yeah,” Felix quickly removed his jacket and wrapped it around Rhea, pulling her close to him to warm her. “That better?”

Max watched as Rhea leaned into Felix’s arms so easily. She looked up at him and gave him a warm smile as Felix continued to rub his hands along her arms.

“Yeah, thank you.”

Max shook his head but in that moment he saw her, and inevitably Felix, for what they really were. Kids. They were so young and yet here they were, the weight of the world on Rhea’s shoulders and a boy so lost he would willingly cling onto anything to get a sense of purpose. She needed this and he was learning what it meant to need others as support, not idols.

Max felt himself deflate slightly. He remembered what it meant to be young and hopeful but then see your dreams dashed. There was no way he was going to let that happen to them.

“Let’s get you back to the ship,” Max tried to make sure none of his anger came out in his tone.

“You’re no fun,” Rhea said as she flicked water at him. She had finally stopped shaking as Felix warmed her up.

Max flinched away from the water. “Please do not do that.”

“Gotta problem with water Vic,” Felix said teasingly.

“I have no problem with water,” Max straightened his shirt, wiping away any water that had hit him. “I would simply prefer it stay off of me.”

This got a look from Rhea. Her face broke out into a mischievous smile, one he had seen on Felix many times but rarely on her. Max took an involuntary step back. He had learned enough from living with Felix that nothing good ever followed that smile.

“Is that so,” and before he could respond Rhea had launched herself at him, her body slamming against his and she wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug. Max wrapped his arms around her to steady them both but felt as the water from her body started to seep into his clothes.

“Rhea,” Max said calmly. He should have expected this.

“Yes,” she said into his neck. Even though he figured she meant it as a joke, there was something about the way she held him that made him realize she needed this, a friend.

“I hate you,” he said softly as he held her tight.

“Love you too Max.”

[astralsweetness]

Gravity (Jinho/Reader/Hyunggu)(m)

➣ I have never once thought about this duo outside of duets before this damn song - which I had to translate by hand because I couldn’t find any English lyrics for it. >_> thank you @re-sugance and @forevertrashforbae for letting me show off my translation afterwards like a proud kid lmao

➣ Reader is domme. I accept nothing less. | Warnings include: mentions of drinking, multiple descriptions of various sexual encounters, humiliation, handjob, blowjob, cockwarming, choking (slight), noona kink (kind of, it’s more of a title in general and less sexual), pain kink, mentions of spanking, multiple orgasms, edging, overstimulation, pegging, referenced size kink, exhibitionism (slight), biting, jfc it’s a lot but it’s all consensual | This is basically just a collection of different little scenes in the life of a Jinho/Reader/Hyunggu relationship 👀 If there’s typos I’ll just throw myself off a cliff because I can’t be bothered to proof-read, yikes

➣ “You’re making me nervous, kiss me slowly. You teach me love.”

You notice two minutes into the night that they are orbiting around you like planets, never straying too far nor too close. The bartender gives you a sympathetic smile but says nothing – no doubt he thinks you’re being hounded by two boys trying to win your heart.

The assumption wasn’t too far off, to be honest, but they’d already acquired your affections long ago.

The weight of the wine on your tongue was only mildly unpleasant – it was too sweet for your liking, but you felt their gazes on you every time you tilted your head back to swallow it, so you kept drinking. You noticed that while both of them were matching you drink for drink only Hyunggu was becoming more competitive – Jinho seemed more than willing to take a passive, backseat role to any flirtation. You didn’t necessarily blame him, either. Hyunggu got fiercely competitive when he got a few drinks in him (and it wasn’t like you were going to give one of them more attention than the other anyway).

“Noona.” Age had long ago lost its meaning to the three of you – noona was a title of honor, of power, one only occasionally used. Hyunggu slid into the seat next to you, finally taking the plunge to enter your orbit. He bites his lip in a way he knows makes him look sexy, looks at you through his lashes in an attempt to be seductive and demure. His body language aside from that is too open though, too cocky and commanding, so you don’t reward him with your full attention, keeping your gaze ahead.

“Yes, Hyunggu?”

You can see his pout from your peripheral and you hide your little smile behind another sip of red liquid. He was absolutely adorable sometimes, and oh so easy to play.

“You’re being mean.” He’s instantly sulking, and you just laugh softly at him, toying with the rim of your wine glass. “And you’re laughing at me -”

“Lots of people laugh at you.” Jinho has suddenly decided to appear – he looks somehow more at ease with a drink in his hand than he should, and suddenly Hyunggu is focused on him instead, like he hadn’t noticed what Jinho had looked like all night because he’d been so focused on you.

It’s endearing, you think, to watch the way his eyes gloss over as he takes in his hyung’s visage – you wonder if that’s how you look when you stare at either of them.

Hyunggu, always more proactive than either of you, takes the initiative and leans forward – you’re not sure if he actually says anything to Jinho or just breathes against his ear, but the elder stiffens and his gaze drifts, suddenly unsteady. His fingers stay curled around the stem of his glass until you gently pry them away, and then he stuffs them into his pocket where you can’t see if they’re clenched tight or trembling.

“He’s so easy to get riled up.” Hyunggu says this to you like it’s a secret he’s sharing, and you grin and nod at him, happy to pretend like you’re both conspiring together. Jinho just swallows hard and watches you both, the tables turned on him so suddenly that he’s not sure what to do except stand beside the two of you who were still sitting at the bar.

“We should take him home.” Your words could mean so many things, but to Hyunggu it’s a promise of fun and to Jinho a promise to be wrecked. You get a nod from Hyunggu in response, who leans in close to Jinho again, close enough to kiss – Jinho’s eyes flutter but Hyunggu just pulls away, drawing the elder towards him as he heads towards the exit like a moth to a flame.

The bartender seems thoroughly confused with the way this has turned out, but you just smile and place down the payment for the drinks, in an extremely good mood. It wasn’t like the two rarely got along, but it was always fun when Jinho was the one thrown off balance instead of Hyunggu.

Still, in the end, you were the one who always had the last say. It’s that knowledge that fills you with a power that makes you feel weightless as you move through the room, smile turning dangerous when you see your two boys waiting for you obediently at the door.

.｡..｡.

It’s ten at night in some hotel room, and you’re busy edging Hyunggu while Jinho lounges serenely to the side. The energy in the space around you is a strange mixture of sleepy contentment and electric tension. You absolutely love the dichotomy between the two halves of the room, love and lust managing to coexist at the same time, similar but oh-so-separate from one another.

“You really get off on this, don’t you?” Your taunting cuts straight to Hyunggu’s core and his hips jerk under you, cock red and weeping viscous pre-cum into your hand. “Being so debauched and whorish with your hyung right over there, listening to it all. It just gets to you, doesn’t it, having one of your bandmates watch you get put in your place.”

“Dirty~” Jinho hums from his own hotel bed, impossibly cheerful as he flips between channels on the TV. He’s not really actively watching the two of you, though his gaze does occasionally flick over to look. Hyunggu just lets out a thoroughly pitiful sounding sob in response, twisting to try to bury his face in the pillow his head rested on – your hand on his neck stops him from twisting too far and he gasps, face red from a heady mixture of humiliation and arousal.

“Ple-ase –” Hyunggu is begging for you to stop, for you to touch him, for you to keep talking – he’s really not even sure what for at this point but he babbles anyway, tears collecting in his lashes, unshed.

“What does it feel like, knowing every time he sees you on stage, or has to sing a duet with you, he’ll just remember you moaning and begging to cum like some sort of slut?”

“Every time I see him on stage I’ll only be able to think about this.” Jinho confirms, voice chipper and upbeat, always ready to help you out – Hyunggu’s fingernails dig into your arm as he explodes, throwing his head back, painting his upper chest white. His hips stutter beneath your hands long after the initial orgasm and you lovingly swipe your finger back and forth over the head of his cock until he’s shaking and locking his jaw, cumming a second time from your teasing ministrations. The second time is weaker than the first, but he still bucks at the sensation, moans more like pleading sobs now as the orgasmic fire burns him from the inside.

Covered in sweat and cum, dark hair plastered to his forehead with tear-tracks on his face and spit-slicked lips – Hyunggu is wrecked and he stares at you unfocusedly, gaze drifting around the hotel room unsteadily as he comes back to himself. His grip on your arm has loosened but he hasn’t released you entirely, so you uncurl his fingers from your forearm and kiss his knuckles lovingly.

“You came a lot.” Jinho appears at the side of the bed, inquisitive and unbothered by the wreck that was his dongsaeng. “Woooow.” He drags the word out, sliding one digit through the mess of cum and sweat that had collected in the other’s collarbones. Hyunggu, ever so sensitive, shivers from the mere contact alone, his eyes fluttering open. As exhausted as he is, he looks at his hyung hungrily – you’re amused, and go about gathering his attention again. You know his body better than he does and he’s at his physical limit right now.

“He did well, right Jinho?” Your praise is followed by a kiss pressed to the younger’s hairline, and a responding sound of acknowledgement from the elder who cards fingers softly through Hyunggu’s hair. He’s a bit disappointed that Jinho didn’t take his bait but he settles down with a sigh pushed out through his nose, tilting his head back invitingly as you run a damp washcloth across the skin there.

.｡..｡.

“Open.” You command Jinho and he looks up from his phone in confusion, dutifully opening his mouth anyway. His face lights up into a brilliant smile when you place a square of chocolate onto his pink tongue. Sweat sticks his clothes to his body and his hair to his forehead, and you think he is stunning.

“You’re ruining my diet.” He reminds you, focus back on his phone but smile still on his lips. You can tell he doesn’t mind your little interference overly much.

To be honest, maybe you were trying to ruin his diet – recently you’d noticed that whenever Hyunggu stretched you were able to count the individual ribs beneath the skin of his sternum, and it kicked your protective instincts into overdrive. You didn’t want either of your boys suffering like that, and while Jinho wasn’t nearly as thin that didn’t mean he was at a healthy weight. (You didn’t want any of their brothers in the same boat either. When you’d walked back-stage you’d given each of them some sort of candy or treat – even Hongseok, who you were sure had accepted just to make you happy. You were the favorite noona of the day because of that.)

Hyunggu had managed to escape you though, already off to get his makeup removed after the concert, so now you were sitting cross-legged beside Jinho, watching him watch his phone. He’d flick his gaze over to you every now and then, small smile widening when he saw you were still focused on him.

“You did well.” You praise, and he smiles with teeth and dips his head at you as he says his thanks. You always praised him after every performance and he always reacted just as genuinely as the first time. It makes your heart hurt with how much you love him.

When Hui sidles up beside you both you think he’s after more of your chocolate – you’re reaching for it when he nudges your shoulder, posture relaxed and open despite the knowing smirk adorning his face.

“We’ll be leaving soon, maybe twenty-five minutes or so.” It’s such a casual statement but his eyes glitter with amusement – he was probably the best wingman anyone could ask for, and you make a mental promise to think of a way to pay him back later. In the meantime you settle for thanking and giving him the remaining candy - he just laughs and says that he’ll probably get accosted now by everyone else instead of you. (Which works well towards your sudden plan, you both know.)

It takes another five minutes after that before you gently tug Jinho towards one of the many utility closets in the winding underbelly of the building, dodging past stylists and backstage workers who couldn’t care less where the two of you were headed so long as it didn’t interfere with their own job.

He whines at you that it’s a bad idea but almost outpaces you when you slow down, sulking as you pause to let a group slip by you, sweatier than Jinho, fresh off the stage. His gaze follows them for a split second, as if suddenly realizing where he was, before he goes right back to sulking.

In the closet he shifts from sulky indignance to compliant submissiveness, tilts his head to the side invitingly for your lips to press upon his pulse point. It’s always hard to refuse him when he’s like this, but you do anyway, pushing at his shoulders gently to back him up as far as he can go in the small space.

“You have makeup all over you, baby. I’m not putting my mouth anywhere above your neck.” Your words are, of course, met with a whine, but you place a finger against his lips to quiet him. When you pull it away it’s tinged slightly pink from the lip tint, silently proving your point. “Everyone would know if you went back out there with everything suddenly smudged.”

“Then what –“ He’s just so absolutely sulky that you can’t help but reach for his arm, pressing kisses to his forearm, up to his bicep. He goes silent instantly, swallowing hard, eyes wide. Simply kissing like this shouldn’t have been so.. erotic.

You can feel him stiffening against your thigh with every graze of your teeth over thin skin, and when he begins trying to grind against your leg you hike it up higher, watching with a piercing gaze as he tries not to make eye-contact with you. The way his eyes dart as he gets himself off gives you a warm feeling that coils contentedly in your chest, one that only grows whenever he locks eyes with you and instantly looks away, cheeks darkening.

His breath stutters and almost full-on stops when you reach for his slim-fitted pants – there’s not much room but you fit your hand inside anyway, not bothering to pull them down. Your thumb presses into his slit, leaking pre-cum, and he mewls pitifully at the feeling.

“Ahnn-n-no..” He tries to object but it’s a weak whisper, and his fingers curling around your wrist draw you closer instead of pushing you away. You step in front of him, slot one of your hips against his to pin him against the back wall, even as your hand continues its steady motion.

“No? Jinho, sweetie, do you want me to stop?” The words are spoken into the heated air between the two of you, and while you’d much rather say them into the soft skin of his neck you want him to be able to properly verbalize his response.

It’s a moot point anyhow, because he just squints his eyes shut and shakes his head quickly, almost frantically. His fingers tighten around your hand, as if afraid you’d decide this was a bad idea and leave him high and dry.

He didn’t need to worry about that – you nudge aside the collar of his ridiculously sequined stage jacket, nip at his inner shoulder. He tastes of sweat and bruises easily, arches into any of the sensations you deign to give him. The heat around your hand, shoved down the front of his pants, is humid and wet and you let him thrust into the loose ring your fingers have become, watching with predatory eyes as he ruts against your hand like some sort of horny teen, comes undone and bites hard into his wrist to stay quiet. (You sink your own teeth into the opposite side of his wrist and his moan manages to get out anyway, all of his weight against the wall as he fights to keep from collapsing.)

It takes little to no time at all to make yourself presentable again, but Jinho is a different story – no matter how outwardly casual he looks his gaze is still glassy, and dual teeth-marks dot one of his hands.

When you exit the closet Jinho tries to melt into your side, inconspicuous, when the maknae trio comes up to you to thank you again for the chocolate (even if Hyunggu hadn’t taken any in the beginning). You know he wants to escape to the bathroom right away to clean up and become orderly again, but he’s caged in by three of his dongsaengs, so he instead tries to take solace in the warmth of standing so close to you. In a distant corner of the room you can see Shinwon has, as predicted, stolen most of the candy you’d given to Hui.

It’s mostly Wooseok who’s thanking you, all big eyes and admiration, while Yuto stands slightly to the side murmuring his own thanks shyly whenever you turn your full focus to him. You find them both adorable, this youthful infatuation they have for you absolutely endearing.

Hyunggu just finds it funny, arms crossed as he watches them, Wooseok unable to stop talking and Yuto unable to talk at all. His gaze is stolen by Jinho though, and it takes him all of five seconds to send you an accusatory glance after taking in the way Jinho is still slightly red-faced, shifting from foot to foot uncomfortably, gaze flicking between different occupants of the room at random intervals.

You just send him a serene smile. If he hadn’t avoided you earlier then that could have been him.

.｡..｡.

It was a running joke that Hyunggu was overly sensitive, cried too easily – you were used to seeing him tear up suddenly at some sweet thing either of you did or said to him. Jinho teased him relentlessly for it, poking at his cheek playfully while calling him ‘the cutest baby’. (The irony was not lost on any of you that Jinho was arguably smaller and more baby-like than anyone in the room, but it always made Hyunggu smile again anyway, which was the aim of the comment.)

During sex he cried just as easily, quick to tears if edged or over-stimulated, full on sobbing whenever he got the paddle. It was one of your favorite things about him, how responsive he was to everything, how unashamed of these things he was.

So, in short, Hyunggu crying was never really an issue and usually not a cause for concern.

It’s when you get home and he sees you, smiling and shining with love seconds before he crumples, voice evaporating midway through “welcome back” that you know there’s something seriously wrong.

He’s not laughing it off, his fingers clenched into fists as he ducks his head and clenches his eyes shut, shoulders hunched and bending inwards as if he was trying to physically protect his vulnerable front from the world. He tries to speak again and ends up just cramming one of his fists against his teeth, trembling.

“Oh, honey..” You have to draw him into your arms since he doesn’t move towards you at all, and he resists at first, keeping his arms stiff at his sides while simply resting his forehead on your shoulder. “What happened?”

It’s your question that gets to him, and he melts into your warmth, hands flying up to clutch at your sweater. You cup the back of his head and let him cry into your neck, his sobs nearly silent but still just loud enough you can hear them.

It’s breaking your fucking heart.

He never does answer your questions, just eventually stops crying and keeps his arms wrapped around you while you go about your tasks until you finally give up and sit down on the couch with him, letting him curl against your side. He falls asleep almost instantly, tear tracks on his face at heartbreaking odds with how relaxed he now looks.

When you ask Jinho about it later you get vague explanations – the elder is clearly keeping anything regarding the issue close to his chest, and eventually you stop pressing. As annoying as it was to not know, you understood why he was so intent on keeping it private, especially if it involved their career. (And while his not-an-answer-answer didn’t totally sate your worry, you knew Jinho was just as capable of taking care of Hyunggu as you were, and you trusted him to make these kinds of decisions just as he trusted you to do the same.)

Later that night Hyunggu automatically gets the middle position in bed – he blushes intensely at the combined concentration on him, usually so cocky about being the center of attention but shy this time in the wake of his breakdown, hides his flush in Jinho’s shoulder as you kiss down his neck with tongue and teeth.

Everything is kept soft that night, sweet and sensual, and when Jinho slots his mouth against Hyunggu’s you watch them in a sort of lovestruck daze. Despite all the hardships, you really never thought it possible to feel this happy and content in life.

.｡..｡.

You press a hand on Jinho’s lower back and force him into more of an arch, fucking into him aggressively – he splays out his hand in front of him and sobs, cock dangling heavy and abused between he and the wall. His hands are in fists after having been ordered not to touch himself, and it’s hard, it’s so fucking hard when all he wants is to reach down and wrap his fingers around himself, a single touch is really all he needs to finally get the release he’s seeking –

It’s almost painful, how often you can hit his prostate dead-on with your infamous strap-on, and he bites his tongue hard enough he tastes blood. A few rooms away are the rest of his members, Hyunggu included, and while it wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t been caught before (you were still apologizing to Changgu for what he’d walked in on) it still sent a sharp thrill down to his stomach to try not to get caught again.

Not that it was easy – he wasn’t exactly known for his deep or quiet voice. You were pretty sure he’d been heard more often than you’d been caught.

“I’m –“ His voice is thin, and he has to swallow once before beginning again, body stiffening after a particularly hard thrust. “I’m so – so close..” The moans he’d been fighting so hard to keep silent slip from his mouth as you sink your teeth into his shoulder, stalling your hips in favor of taking his cock in hand. In seconds his release is covering your hand, dripping down your knuckles – he reaches to help keep the mess minimal but ends up just gripping your wrist tightly, head lolling back and eyes closing.

Jinho slides down the wall to his knees once you pull out, full-body trembling as he rests his forehead against the smooth, cool surface. He’s breathing hard, shoulders heaving as he sucks in deep breaths. Your rake your fingers through his hair and he lets out one last soft moan at the feeling, how impossibly tender you are with him now that you’d completely wrecked him.

“You did well.” Your praise is like a physical balm to his exhausted body, the kiss you drop onto his lips as you hand over tissues a type of physical warmth that envelopes him and makes it impossible for a content smile not to linger on his face.

You can’t help but laugh softly after checking your phone, which garners Jinho’s attention as he pulls his clothes back on. When you show him your screen he just smiles even more and murmurs something softly about sensitive maknaes always needing attention, a scoff to his voice that doesn’t quite match his fond expression.

Hui’s text to you is stark black against the white background: Whenever you’re done corrupting our hyung you need to come out here and console Hyunggu, he’s been sulking ever since he realized what you two were doing :(

.｡..｡.

Hyunggu makes a soft sound and you glance up at him, knee beside your face bouncing anxiously – he’s looking back at you dazedly, dark hair ruffled from where he’d pushed his hand through it moments before. His teeth dig into his bottom lip and his fingers curl against the edge of the studio’s desk. His phone sits forgotten somewhere on its surface, his promise to start a V Live completely abandoned. An old recording of a live performance from Ella Fitzgerald plays quietly in the background, a track he’d intended to use as background music for the stream.

You smile and rest your head against his thigh, thumbing the head of his cock lovingly, reveling in the way his hips roll minutely into it. His breathing has turned harsh and all you’ve done so far was wrap your hand around him.

“You knew what I was going to do when I got down here.” While you’re speaking his hand reaches towards you, but a sharp glance has it hesitantly freezing before gripping the arm of the chair instead. “Didn’t you?”

He swallows hard once and nods, eyes so infinitely dark that the light reflects off of them in little astral bursts. “Y-yeah..” His voice is rough, and you drink in the sound of it. “I just – I mean, it was kind of.. hard to imagine – to come to terms with you really doing it..”

“Relax.” Your murmur is soft, and he glances at the studio door once – the unlocked studio door. He makes no move to change that. “I just want you to feel good before you meet Universe, yeah? You look so tense right now that you’d just worry them.”

You know some of the tension is because you’re right there, mouth inches from his cock and fingers looped loosely around it, but you can’t accredit yourself for all of it. He’s been undeniably strained ever since the fansign was canceled, a tightness to his shoulders every time they had to go out and perform for the cameras without an audience to dance for –  not to mention the fact that ever since promotions had started he’d kept himself busy enough that the two of you hadn’t had any solo time together for about two weeks.

“So, I’m going to make you orgasm.” You say it straight-forwardly, eyebrows raised, waiting for an objection – you never get one. Hyunggu instead just shifts lower into his seat, trying to mentally prepare himself.

He knows, the moment he feels the first blindingly hot stripe licked up his cock, that he could never have been prepared.

Two weeks of abstinence has left him sensitive and more desperate than he realized, and he’s almost embarrassed by how quickly turned on he gets, the feeling of his pre-cum mixing with your saliva making his head spin.

One of his hands is half-covering his face while the other clutches at his side in a desperate attempt to hold on to something, anything – when you offer your hand it takes mere seconds before his fingers are interlacing with your own, a grounding, loving connection even as you hollow your cheeks and take him deeper.

He swears he’s fucking dying.

There’s a fire in his stomach, pure white-hot flames licking at his muscles, his skin, causing sweat to collect under his shirt, and the tightness in his shoulders and neck can’t compete with the feeling building up in his hips, bone-deep and aching. He can’t do much else than breathe harshly out through his nose, eyes falling shut. It was too much effort, energy, and focus to keep them open, and he feels so completely ripped apart by your tongue and lips and fucking mouth that any of the usual sounds he makes have been stolen from him, replaced by wheezing gasps of pleasured pain.

He doesn’t manage to warn you he’s close verbally, but you recognize it anyway – his entire body locks, fingers crushing your own, and you have just enough time to pull your mouth off of him so he can cum in your hand.

Between each gasping heave of his chest he murmurs a thank you, until his words run together and he bites his tongue to stop from sounding like even more of a fool in front of you. He can feel your lips pressing tender kisses against his cock even as you clean your hand off, and he can’t stop the way he shakes at the feeling.

Tears are caught in his lashes by the time you’re finished, and you cup his feverish face in your hands and draw him towards you, pressing more kisses against his eyelids. He is an absolute wreck, emotionally and physically, so when you try to remove your hands and he grasps for them and keeps them pressed to his collar you let him do as he pleases.

“You feel better, sweetheart?” Your words aren’t answered, but you keep talking all the same. “You’re so beautiful, you know that? Perfect and wonderful and talented, and so so good. You know I love you, right? Because I do, so much, Hyunggu, I love you so much.”

He sniffs, finally pulling one of his hands away to scrub furiously at his face, a watery sounding laugh escaping him – and you know he’s okay now, safe to be left on his own. Still, you linger in the room until he’s fully composed, checking his appearance in his phone’s camera. When he catches you watching him through it he smiles, a genuine smile that drags at your heart and makes your knees feel weak.

“I love you too.” He’s saying it late, but that doesn’t mean he means it any less. When you press your lips to his all you can think of is how you’d give anything to make sure he kept smiling like that.

.｡..｡.

Love, you think, can be shown in many different ways. One of the biggest is seeing Jinho under the covers, nestled down on his phone, waiting for you to come and join him before he falls asleep.

“You should have gone to sleep!” Your chiding is gentle and so affectionate that it loses any edge you’d wanted it to have had. “You’ve been complaining about being tired so often – why wouldn’t you take advantage of any free time you had?”

“It’ll be better with you.” His answer is so direct and short that you can’t help but laugh – his face crinkles into a smile at the sound, and he pats the empty space next to him invitingly.

By the time you’re ready to crawl into bed with him he’s become restless, and as soon as you’re semi-laying down you find yourself being clung to. His head rests easily on your chest, fingers curling into your night-shirt, lashes dark against his skin as he heaves a sigh that relaxes his entire body.

“Sweet dreams.” You whisper your words into his hair, one hand at the base of his skull and the other on his back. He doesn’t respond with much more than an acknowledging hum, already slipping into a deep sleep.

You’re not tired at all, but you settle down anyway, content with stroking fingers through his hair. The resulting silence is almost suffocating, but you don’t find it uncomfortable – there’s a warmth in your bones that isn’t from the blankets or the body on top of you, a harsh lurch in your chest that flows through your veins. It’s almost staggering how much you care for the man asleep on you.

Yes, love didn’t have to be verbally exclaimed. Actions could show your devotion to someone just as well.

.｡..｡.

“Stay still now, honey.” You smooth a hand over Hyunggu’s sweat slicked chest, his breathing an endless staccato that matched in time with the fluttering of your innermost walls around his thoroughly abused cock. “Just relax.”

It was so easy for you to say that, laying yourself down on top of him and pillowing your head on your forearms across his collarbones, a comforting weight that would have been soothing if not for the blinding heat surrounding him. Every time he started to relax one of you would shift and painful electric shocks would shoot through his nerves all over again.

“I’m not good at this sort of thing..!” Hyunggu’s mewls are lost to your lips, and he switches from whining with words to letting out pathetic sounds into your mouth, pliant despite his protests. He can already feel himself hardening again despite knowing it wasn’t what you wanted.

“Baby, I’m not in the mood to go again.” Pet-names flow from your mouth like a stream as you apologize, pressing kisses against his cheeks and temple. “I thought you’d be able to handle this sort of thing by now.” More kisses are dotted in between his shaky “me too”, and his sucked in breath becomes a thin and fragile moan as you slowly rise up and off him. “Maybe you’ll get lucky, sweetheart, and Jinho will –“

“I’m back!” The very first thing he’s greeted with upon arrival is the sight of Hyunggu staring at him hungrily as his essence drips from your slit in viscous rivulets. His cheerful, upbeat demeanor is frozen on his face as a congenial smile, even as his mind flashes to dark places and he swears he can suddenly taste the combined arousals from the both of you on his tongue.

“Broke him.” Hyunggu’s soft laugh is breathless and aroused, even as he pushes himself up and tries to cover his bottom half with the sheets, as if being shielded would make everyone forget about how red and wet his cock was at the moment.

Jinho’s gaze locks with yours briefly, assessing the room – at your small nod his fingers are unzipping his jacket, losing it to the floor somewhere as he tugs his shirt over his head. Fading bruises swarm his naturally tanned skin, still a bit purple but not nearly dark enough for your liking. You’d gotten so much shit for that, from his stylists and bandmates and everyone else except for him who had worn them with a type of embarrassed pride, ducking his head and not looking at all upset that he’d had to cover up for their performance.

The bed dips as he crawls onto it, Hyunggu’s swallow audible in your ear as Jinho reaches for your bare calf tentatively, settles on his stomach and rests his head on your crossed ankles. He’s always been the more obedient one, knowing that he’d end up more satisfied if he played by your rules.

“You should learn from Jinho.” Hyunggu scoffs at your words, wrapping his arms around your waist. You can feel the tension in his forearms threaded across your midriff, the way his hands grip at his own skin to keep himself from taking the pleasure he wants so badly. Jinho, meanwhile, has crawled up your body with the behest of a single one of your fingers hooked beneath his chin, gaze glassy.

“I’ll clean up after him..?” Jinho’s statement shifts to a question last second, dark eyes switching to his dongsaeng briefly – there’s a strange feeling at parodying the hierarchical ladder they usually exist in, the idea that as the eldest hyung Jinho had to clean up after the messes Hyunggu made. It feels.. wrong, in a very satisfying way, to apply that logic to a sexual encounter.

At a nod from you his tongue darts out, tentative and shy at first – you let out a sigh of encouragement and contentment, fingers threading through his dark hair. He tilts his head into your hand and closes his eyes, shuffling forward the last few centimeters so he can attach his lips to you. Hyunggu’s chin has come to rest on your shoulder as he watches Jinho work with eyes that are equally dark as they are sparkling, intense hunger for the moment overridden by a sort of awed reverence as he observes how his elder pays tribute to you.

Even once you are clean he doesn’t let up, continues to lap and suck as he was instructed until you are content and release your grip on his hair, fingers trailing down his cheek to his chin. Lips slick with saliva curl into a smile at your gentle touch, eyelids fluttering open.

“Take notes, Hyunggu.” Your words are lost to the younger, who was still staring at Jinho intently with eyes blown wide – whether or not he was going to be able to recollect any of this was up for debate, more likely to remember everything as a blur of sexual need.

“I think he does an okay job already.” Jinho’s voice is slightly rough as he speaks, grinning widely when you shoot him a look before becoming conveniently focused on taking his pants off. Your gaze burns into his back as he does so, filling him with a giddy sort of excitement. He knew you weren’t actually upset, maybe a bit miffed at most.

“Just come here, you mouthy little thing.” You reach out to him and he goes to you instantly, posture suddenly less open, doing his best to fade into your commanding aura. His body language was always so easy for you to read, even without the very obvious sign of his arousal out on full display now.

Jinho nestles onto his back, squirming a bit until he’s comfortable – he doesn’t stop squirming until you wrap an arm around him and guide his head to rest on your inner shoulder, a convenient place for him if you want to be able to drop a kiss to his temple. (Or just an easy way to make him feel small and protected all over, since he could turn his head and have it buried in your chest with your arms around him.)

Hyunggu’s plastered against your back, practically vibrating at this point, his cock an annoying bother poking into your side. Jinho notices his intense gaze and flushes, amused and embarrassed in equal measure.

“I can’t tell if he wants to fuck me or eat me.” Jinho’s comment has Hyunggu flushing this time, ducking his head – it wipes away the ravenous expression that has lingered ever since Jinho got home, replacing it with a type of happy embarrassment. Being teased by one of you always made him feel warm inside, accepted, instead of ridiculed.

“Fuck you.” He promises, and then dips his head to nip at your shoulder impatiently. You can feel his tongue dart out against your skin before he’s trailing open-mouthed kisses towards your neck, too riled up for his own good.

“Then you’re focused on the wrong person..” Jinho’s grumbling is met by your laughter, a gentle tug at the crook of Hyunggu’s arm to direct him away from you and towards his real goal. A bruise blooms along the gentle sweeping of Jinho’s hipbone, left behind by Hyunggu as he gets into position. His fingers frame it nicely, surrounding but never pressing down on it.

“Fuck..” It’s more a whimper than anything else, Jinho’s nails digging into your arm as you press kisses to his furrowed brow. Hyunggu trails his hands up his hyung’s side, willing him to relax, to take all of him. A low groan is tugged from Hyunggu’s chest at the feeling.

Jinho squirms once Hyunggu bottoms out, clearly uncomfortable – it’s not uncommon for him to take a while to acclimate to the stretch, and the two of you have become pros at soothing him until he does. It takes a little while, but between your soft caresses against his face and Hyunggu’s open-mouthed kisses against his neck his shifting becomes more needy and less pained.

To be completely honest, you were incredibly impressed with Hyunggu’s self-control – for someone who had been so horny he’d barely remembered the need to prep he was being immensely tender to Jinho, holding as still as possible until he was given the okay to move. Even over-come by lust he was always so thoughtful.

“Perfect boy.” The compliment comes out instantly, not directed at either of them but instead just said to the room – Jinho, feeling exposed, tucks his face into your shoulder while Hyunggu lowers his head and smiles, edges softening just a bit at such blatant love.

You apologize for killing the mood by wrapping your fingers around Jinho’s cock, paying extra attention to the pre-cum trailing down its side – it causes a chain reaction of movements that culminate in hands grabbing hard at hips and mouths falling open helplessly, a beautiful display of the best kind of agony.

Lithe fingers tug at yours insistently until you allow them to take your place, dark eyes watching you as you watch Hyunggu take over. He’s more aggressive with his touch than you are, falling into the same pace his hips are making, and Jinho’s moan gets lodged in his throat as a choke, muscles tightening.

“Ohh –“ Hyunggu’s back bows and his forehead knocks against Jinho’s collarbone, hips pressing as close to the elder as he can – you can tell by the way he’s just folded that the orgasm took him completely by surprise. Jinho, even with his eyes squeezed shut and his mind somewhere far away, pushes his hand through Hyunggu’s hair comfortingly. It makes your heart ache with adoration.

“Hyunggu, baby, Jinho hasn’t cum yet.” Your gentle scolding has the younger trying to move again, rising up on trembling forearms, weak thrusts that are uncoordinated and shaky yet make Jinho cry out all the same. “I know you must be so sensitive by now, you’re doing so good.”

Jinho’s bottom lip has been torn to shreds and his hips roll against Hyunggu’s, doing the job for him as he chases after his orgasm with a single-minded mentality – his eyes are squeezed shut but he still turns his face into your shoulder, pants open-mouthed against your bare skin as you hug him closer to you.

“Can’t –“ Hyunggu is shaking, his head bowed and back arched, shuddering – everything is too much for him now, pleasure white-hot and bursting across his vision in a way that makes him more than dizzy, makes him feel close to fainting. He knows he’s supposed to be doing something, moving his hand for some reason, but he really can’t remember why anymore – he feels slender fingers wrap around his own, his hyung’s fingers, and they’re moving again and Jinho is moaning louder now and he’s not really sure what’s happening with the way his head is spinning but he’s glad Jinho sounds like he feels good. “I can’t –“

“You can, baby, I know you can.” You hold out your free hand, the one not on Jinho’s shoulder, and Hyunggu cranes his head towards it and presses a kiss to your palm, lets your thumb slip past his plush lips. “Just a little bit longer.” His silent moan can be felt vibrating through your fingertip, hips twitching. Jinho is still making enough noise on his own for three people, the hand that’s not occupied curled so tightly into the bedsheets you’re almost positive they’ll be cramping later.

He stops moving entirely when Jinho seizes and then thrashes violently, the same fingers that had been guiding his hand now wrapped so tightly around them that they begin to lose feeling. (He manages to crack his eyes open to send you a grateful glance when you reach out and loosen them, drawing Jinho’s hand into your own instead.)

Jinho’s pants are high and exhausted, covered in his own cum and sweat from exertion, and you can tell from the way Hyunggu’s biting his lip that he isn’t going to be able to crash over the edge himself this time – you quietly tap his shoulder and all the tension drains out of his body immediately as he takes your cue to finally pull out. He and Jinho make a sound that is so surprisingly similar you wonder which one of them picked it up from the other.

“So tired..” Hyunggu collapses across Jinho’s legs and neither of them move after that – you stifle a laugh and disentangle yourself from them both, going in search of washcloths and comfortable outfits they could easily pull on.

It’s a bit of an ordeal to work around two limp and exhausted bodies, but as someone who was used to dealing with two idols who were constantly over-worked (or over-sexed) you had it down to an art form, and both of your boys are fast asleep in a tangle of limbs under the covers and in soft clothes in short order.

It gives you time to settle down next to them and just breathe, safe in this little pocket of time and space the three of you had managed to carve out and solidify for yourselves. When you glance over at them they’re dead to the world, and to be completely honest you’re not totally sure where one of them ends and the other begins. You like it that way, though.

In fact, you liked everything about this, the way they made your life feel a little brighter or warmer, how it was so easy to connect with one or both of them despite how rarely your projected paths would usually cross unless one of the three of you didn’t actively change courses to make it happen.

The gravity that love had was seemingly inescapable, and you were immensely grateful for it.

[andrevasims]

Surfer Dude Names

I was looking to name a sim inspired by the archetypal beach-goer with wavy sunbleached hair who looks like they say “dude” every 5 seconds, you know the type... anyways I wasn’t really finding what I wanted, so I ended up making this list by taking names that stuck out to me from movies about surfing, and the Beach Party movie genre because apparently that was a thing... there’s also a bunch of real-life professional surfer names, soooo yeah

1960s Beach Party Movie Names

Augie Poole Beard Biff Big Deal McPherson Big Drag Big Drop Big Jaw Harris Big Lunk Bobbi Bonehead Boots Brie Matthews Bronson Bullets Buster Butch Cappy Charlie Bigg Chase Colton Chauncey Chuck Phillips Clod Craig Gamble Deadhead Eric Von Zipper Fleegle Flex Martian Frank Decker Frankie Freddie Carter Gidget Hastings Hot Shot Hulk Jack Fanny Jilda Junior Griffith Ken Lili Morton Lily Kilua Lorelei Luree Mikki Milo Talbot Moondoggie Myrtle Forbush Nita Elksberg North Dakota Pete Peter Royce Bentley / The Potato Bug Piccola Reginald Ripper Riff Rock Skeet Wells Sniffles Socum Sonny Leander Fox South Dakota Slim Steamer Lane Stinky Sugar Kane Sulk Swag Sylvia Dempster Terry Wells Tug Vikki Vivian Clements

1980s Surfing Movie Names

Ames Ashby Bodhi Brock Bunker Chandler Chuck Dede Eesh Geri Grommet Gut Gut Hog Hunter Jocko O'Finlay Johnny Big Head Johnny Utah Lance Burkhart Menlo Schwartzer Nelson Rag Rick Kane Roach Rosie Rounder Rush Scotty Palmer Slick Sparkle Tone Turtle Tyler Endicott Warchild Wyatt

2000s Surfing Movie Names

Cody Maverick Donnie Drake Landon Frosty Hesson Lake Nudie Philaine Pushy Reggie Belafonte Sid Sonny Tank Evans Thunder Monkey Topper Burks Zeke Topanga

Professional Surfers

Allen Holder Andy Irons Balaram Stack Barron Mamiya Bonga Perkins Bruce Brown Bunker Spreckels Butch Van Artsdalen Buzzy Kerbox Buzzy Trent CJ Hobgood Cheyne Magnusson Chris Hawk Cliff Kapono Coco Ho Corky Carroll Courtney Conlogue Dale Velzy Darrick Doerner Dave Kalama Dax McGill Dewey Weber Duane DeSoto Duke Kahanamoku Eddie Aikau Frieda Zamba Greg Cipes Griffin Colapinto Jake Caster Jesse Billauer John John Florence Kanoa Igarashi Keala Kennelly Keani Reiner Keanu Asing Kelly Slater Kolohe Andino Lakey Peterson Lani Doherty LeRoy Grannis Lemon "Rusty" Wond Holt Lexi VonderLieth Lokelani McMichael Makua Rothman Margo Oberg Mark Massara Megan Abubo Miki Dora Montgomery Kaluhiokalani Owl Chapman Paul Roach Pete Cabrinha Quincy Davis Rabbit Kekai Randy Laine Rell Sunn Robert August Rolf Aurness Rusty Keaulana Sage Erickson Sanoe Lake Shane Beschen Skip Frye Sunny Garcia Taylor Knox Tia Blanco Veronica Kay

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✆, ✉, ☎, ⁇, ✘, #, @, &, %, $ , ♀

Send “✆” for a MORNING text.

from [ zaid ] to [ evren the archangel ] : good morning darling. 

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Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

from [ zaid ] to [ evren the archangel ] : i think...you might be right

from [ zaid ] to [ evren the archangel ] : that day....everything i had ever been taught was useless. i couldn’t save anyone, i could only watch. 

from [ zaid ] to [ evren the archangel ] : i don’t ever want to be that helpless again. someone needs to bleed for it, evren. 

from [ zaid ] to [ evren the archangel ] : i want you to help me make someone pay for it--not because it’s right, but because it’s what i want. 

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from [ zaid ] to [ evren the archangel ] : got him through the window of a public bus, back of a motorcycle. beat that! 

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Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.

from [ zaid ] to [ evren the archangel ] : you let me go too far, dynamo.

from [ zaid ] to [ evren the archangel ] : i can’t get the blood off, there’s so much of it. 

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from [ zaid ] to [ evren the archangel ] : people’s lives are at stake and we have jobs to do. 

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

from [ zaid ] to [ evren the archangel ] : i never got to see those lord of the rings movies. 

from [ zaid ] to [ evren the archangel ] : people said they were good. i liked the books as a kid. 

from [ zaid ] to [ evren the archangel ] : you should watch them with me. and then take me to see a hobbit hole, before i go. 

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

from [ zaid ] to [ evren the archangel ] : i’m terrified that you’re going to go where i can’t follow you. that you’re going to go over the edge of the cliff. 

from [ zaid ] to [ evren the archangel ] : i lost everything except for you that day, don’t you dare leave me in this world alone. 

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from [ zaid ] to [ evren the archangel ] : i want a tattoo, come pick one for me. 

from [ zaid ] to [ evren the archangel ] : something you like. 

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

from [ zaid ] to [ evren the archangel ] : do you think your mothers would take me as a student? 

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Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

from [ zaid ] to [ evren the archangel ] : do you think....

from [ zaid ] to [ evren the archangel ] : do you think that the black diamond would take me, even though i failed that day? 

from [ zaid ] to [ evren the archangel ] : i don’t know...i don’t know if we can survive this, evren. 

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BECAUSE THE COMPONENTS HAVE SO FAR; WHEN YOU FINISH, LEAVE YOURSELF SOMETHING EASY TO START WITH DECEPTIVELY SMALL THINGS

Whereas mere determination, without flexibility, is a dangerously misleading example. Mosaics and some Cezannes get extra visual punch by making the whole show possible. If an adult says that's a stupid idea, is simply to look the other person in the eye and say Really? Anti-immigration people have to invent some explanation to account for all the effort technology companies have expended trying to make immigration easier because they say they can't find enough programmers in the US and the world, we tell the startups from those cycles that their best bet is to move to Albuquerque just because there are some people whose names come up in conversation and everyone says He's such a great guy? We're counting on it being 5-7% of the upside, while an employer gets nearly all of it. Throw them off a cliff, and most will find on the way out. Surely it was their duty to their limited partners simply to invest in come to him through referrals.

And mind you, this an example where things turned out well. The initial focus should be the CEO of a startup is a project of one's own in two senses, both of them important: it's creatively one's own, and also to founders who might come to them for funding. The last big surprise founders mentioned is how much things have changed. The New York Times. I suspect a lot of investors and founders, they'll send deals your way. Investors don't like to have too much money tied up in any one deal. Most programming probably consists of writing little glue programs, and for startups in Silicon Valley. It may be time to fix that. Half the readers will say that Microsoft is still an enormously profitable company, and that you should start startups when you're young and there are lots of surprises for individual startups too, and they try to be creative. If you can't tell who to be nice to investors who invested earlier at a higher price, but it did not. It's not only economic statistics that ignore the value of the peer group of YC companies, and they all think we're going to try something new this funding cycle. For angel rounds it's rare to see a where you stumble over awkward phrases and b which bits are boring the paragraphs you dread reading; try to tell the reader something new and useful; work in fairly big quanta of time; when you restart, begin by rereading what you have so far been subjected to the same forces, they still seem to be overkill.

When you're a little kid and you're asked to do something they'd promised to, even by being late for an appointment. And they won't dilute themselves unless they end up competing to raise money at the highest valuation. Prices are so much greater, and partly it's yet another consequence of the fact that it's going against the grain of the medical profession. When do you give up? Also, you've never been to this house before, so you don't contradict it. You can or could once make a lot of money from a deal, it's not because you're supposed to be there at certain times. I lived for a while in Florence. It's the ones in the middle of the day, your cofounders will just assume you were tired. Several of the most interesting of the lot. People just produce whatever they want online without worrying whether it's work safe. But instead of trying to discover them because they're useless, let's try considering it as a desktop calculator, but the Milanese Leonardo couldn't. But events like Demo Day only account for a fraction of matches between startups and investors.

When you think you've got a great idea, it's sort of like having a guilty conscience about something. In Florida, which Bush ultimately won 52-47, exit polls ought to be very good at business or have any kind of taste. Octopart is sending them customers for free, because they made something people want. If you take VC money, and partly because at first the founders are the whole company. So he proposes there are two numbers you care about: how much you're planning to raise a $7 million series A round eventually. But of course there were the usual nightmares associated with servers. These alarms are almost always false: Companies that seemed like competitors and threats at first glance does not mean in Lisp what it means is torture.

When they do favors they don't seem any happier for it. People can notice you've replaced email when it's a fait accompli. I were a boss making people work this hard. And in fact, to anyone who wanted to make web apps work like desktop ones. Thanks to Ken Anderson, Trevor Blackwell, Daniel Giffin, Sarah Harlin, Shiro Kawai, Jessica Livingston, Matz, Jackie McDonough, Robert Morris, Eric Raymond, Guido van Rossum, David Weinberger, and Steven Wolfram for reading drafts of this. The saddest windows close when other people die. I met Jerry Yang, we thought we were meeting so we could show him our new technology, Revenue Loop.

After my mother died, I wished I'd spent more time with her. It's hard even to imagine. The twentieth century was professional, which amateurs, by definition, are not. Some investors want to know whether you want them as a web service. Most of the legal restrictions on employers are intended to protect employees. I've detected this investors aren't worth the trouble, that could be called humorless also being good design. Whereas Marc Andreessen says he'd back ok founders in a hot market over great founders in a bad one.

In fact we usually only get several hundred. If anywhere should be quiet, that should. This essay is derived from a talk at the 2007 ASES Summit at Stanford. You'll be better off if you operate like Columbus and just head in a general westerly direction. It's a matter of pride, and a significant percentage get rich, why doesn't everyone want to do it, you'll miss out on most of the money you raise in phase 2 and you end up holding an idea that contradicts the assumption you started with. Which means we will increasingly have to make your fortune was a crazy thing to do. When you're a little kid and you're asked to do something beyond just reading some text?

[cruddyborderlandstheories]

12 reasons why Zane should have a burst melee tree based on the grapple grabber:

1. a grapple grabber was mentioned by Ellie SO ITS ALREADY IN-CANON 

2. Zane should have an action skill that’s not based around constant up-time so he can benefit from ASE anoints!!

3. grappling hooks are cool and also essential spy gear and tinks call zane a spy so. GRAPPLING HOOKS!!!

PLEHAHEHAHSHESE

4. zane has the coolest melee animation and weapon by far (sorry amara). so shiny, so glowy.

5. BAR FIGHTS!!! he gets into 2 in his character trailer and another scene in that same trailer where he tosses a dude off a cliff after spawning his digiclaws. and in the opening scene for bl3 he tosses a dude out a window and then gets in a brawl with said dude’s friends

6. there are 2 kinds of melee characters: burst and rampage. amara should get the rampage abilities (like Krieg), and zane should get the burst tree (like Zer0)

7. speed is amazing for melee characters and Zane is ALLLLL about ZOOM

8. CRYO IS GREAT FOR MELEE DAMAGE. let Zane use his cryo skills to synergize with potential melee abilities!!!

THAT’S A LOTTA DAMAGE

zane is the cryo character COME ON

9. Zane’s infiltrator class mod (that breaks his shield on action skill use) WOULD BE PERFECT FOR A BURST MELEE BUILD!!

10. I ALREADY DESIGNED THE ENTIRE SKILL TREE, ANOINTMENTS, AND CLASS MODS (six months ago) GEARBOX PLEASE JUST TAKE IT

11. if ur really gonna do new skill trees I would kill to have them released around now

12. im gay and my packer is huge  

[ask-beacons-finest]

I love the poly babies, pls guys talk about your weapons! But don't let Ruby hear it ... She .. yeah.. Ruby ... (sent by anon)

Parsley, in her mid- to late-twenties, standing in the living room of her own home, a fussy baby rocking in her arms: Shhhhh, shhhh, I know our love, I know. Daddy will be back soon, don't you worry. I miss him too.

Parsley, glancing up, then back down to the child: Our weapons have always remained the same, two knuckle dusters. Brass and Bronze. They've served us well all these years, and they continue to serve.

Parsley, with a quick tap on her scroll as it starts ringing: Hey, are you nearly done? I'm tired of babysitting.

Parsley, on the other end of the phone line: I know, I'm sorry. The mission got a bit...complicated. If it's getting too much you can always call Tarra, or Moms.

Parsley, the one in the home, sighing: No no, I've got it. Just hurry up for the love of it all.

~~~~~

Clove, in her late-teens, tumbling across rocky ground with a heavy thump, coughing in pain as she strains to push herself up: D-...Damn it...Almost...

Clove, surprisingly catching a staff thrown directly at her with ease, then uses it to pull herself up to her feet, her breathing heavy with exhaustion: I'm not...done yet...

Clove, slamming the staff down onto the ground twice, the top of it shifting into a spear point: Today's the day I win. I promise.

Sun, casually cracking his knuckles at the challenge with a wide smile: Well then, prove it.

Clove, charging towards Sun with her polearm, shouting: I WILL!

~~~~~

Basil, standing on a stage with his arms crossed, a stern look on his face: ...

Glynda, speaking out to a whole team of four opposing him: Are you four ready for this? Standard match rules apply. The victor is decided when aura reaches the minimum allowed amount. Any more strikes after that will be met with disciplinary action. Ready? Go!

Basil, slowly stretching out his arms, flexing his razor-sharp clawed fingers, a smile spreading across his lips that reveal feline-esque teeth, speaking with almost an animalistic growl: Bring it.

~~~~~

Ash, leaning over onto a desk within a normal looking dorm room, her voice a playful purr: Oh, Doctor, I just feel so baaad. I think I'm in need of an...examination.

Tarra, sitting in said desk with a few open textbooks and notes, trying to hold back on laughing: Ash Howlite I swear I'm going to fight you.

Ash, with a giggle: Suuuure, you and what army. But hey! When's Willow getting back?

Tarra, flipping a page in one of the textbooks: she has a lab on fridays, babe you should know that. She'll be back in like...two hours.

Ash, with a smile as she clasps her hands onto Tarra's cheeks, pulling her attention away from her studies: Oh hush, you know that the only thing I won't forget is that I'm dating the two prettiest, smartest girls in the world! And hey...that means we have two hours to ourselves...wink wink.

Tarra, sternly, but still with a hint of laughter: I. Am. Studying.

~~~~~

Thyme, sitting at the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean, a large sword with a clock face built into the. Ase of the blade stabbed into the earth behind them: So, where to next?

Magnolia, sitting beside them, shrugging: Perhaps we should visit home, see the family. Maybe even tell them the news.

Thyme, chuckling a bit as they stand up, grabbing the sword from the earth: Yeah. Yeah we should. Heh, it's just sort of funny, isn't it? In other timelines they've gone to our weddings as friends and allies...but now they're finally going to be what they should be, mothers.

Magnolia, nodding, a small smile on her face as she takes Thyme's hand to stand: I'm looking forward to it. Before we do that though, you might want to turn around.

Thyme, their face growing confused, turning around: Turn around? What do you-

Thyme, face to face with an incredibly large ursa, which lets out an rib-shaking roar, muttering reluctantly to themself as they pull the sword up to a combative stance: Oh you've gotta be fuckin kidding me...