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thefrogman · 2 months ago

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Back in the olden days, if you used the "keep reading" function on a Tumblr-dot-com post, it would

not get very many notes.

At all.

I am not sure exactly why.

I think people hated pressing an extra thing.

But maybe it was also a psychological phenomenon where, given the choice, they were unwilling to trust me with their time.

But if I sucked them in with a good story or a compelling image, they would get serious FOMO.

When I created a super high effort post-of-length I would get comments like, "This was way too long but before I realized it I was reading the last sentence."

That was a really good feeling.

I used to do tests to figure out the best posting strategies and I think I figured out you'd lose about 90% of your notes if you did a "keep reading" post.

So that notion was ingrained in my brain again and again from when I was very note-obsessed and I have since avoided the "keep reading" option almost like a conditioned response.

Just seeing that squiggly line appear still induces a Pavlovian fear.

But that was probably a decade ago and I did a new experiment. My story about replacing my mailbox did reasonably well with a strategically clickbaity "keep reading."

This was a promising result due to the fact that some people like to send me hate for writing a lengthy post.

I recently got a death threat for writing too much, which was a fun reminder of my M&M days (I melted men's rights activists' brains with a poorly worded analogy and they launched a years long harassment campaign).

It seems in present-era-Tumblr-dot-com many more people prefer pressing an extra thing rather than scrolling a bunch on their smartphone. The collective behavior has changed. And maybe I don't need to use tricks and running gags in order to get folks to "keep reading".

Unfortunately I started writing that ring light post a few months ago so I wasn't able to include that in the experiment. But I am going to try using the keep reading function in the future and as long as the average number of folks that usually read my longer posts continue to read my posts, that will be the standard approach.

I also tag these posts with "long post" so you can flag that if you wish.

While I am no longer in the audience-building phase of my Tumblr career, these essays and stories and educational posts take a considerable amount of time and effort to create, so I do want to make sure everyone who wants to read them is able to. But posts without hearts and reblogs can quickly die a gruesome algorithmic death. Even my most ardent followers would tell me things were not showing up on their dash. (I think replies help mitigate that, so if you like a long post, you can help with engagement.)

The collective noun is a "business" of ferrets.

Do you want to see a business of ferrets ready to do some business?

KEEP READING

I love writing and it is a huge catharsis for me. And I love sharing any knowledge I feel like I have the earned expertise to speak on with authority (technology, photography, light, fun ferret facts, etc). I wish I had the energy to be a photography teacher, but long posts on Tumblr are probably the best I can do for now.

I know my posts are super long, but I try to make them as fun and informationally dense as I possibly can. I don't like wasting people's time if I can avoid it. Though maybe I should trust my follower's attention span a bit more. I have this fear that if I am not constantly entertaining, people will click away or unfollow.

I think a good business for a business of ferrets would be selling pool noodles that look like ferrets.

So as long as I get roughly the same amount of notes I will do the keep reading. And then maybe people can lay off on the mean comments and occasional requests to end my own life because I bloviated about soft light.

100% true ferret fact..

If you ask a ferret what their business is, they will crawl on your shoulder and whisper in your ear...

#long post #keep reading #ferret facts are fun

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jujutsukaisenwriting · 27 days ago

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Drunk Nanami - Confession

woah, I've been having this idea for a while and felt inspired to write a cute little drabble on drunk Nanami. enjoy! word count: <1000 tags: nanami x reader, fluff

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“I wanna pin you to the bed so bad and have my way with you like I’ve been craving for the past fucking year, you absolute disaster to my sanity”.

At first, when you open the text and read it, you can’t quite comprehend the meaning behind these words. Though the text is soaked in not-so-pure intentions of the sender, the wording is weirdly… gentleman’ish.

Then you finally notice the sender’s name and make a perfect “O” with your mouth.

Kento fucking Nanami? Really?

You would expect a filthy text from Gojo because that’s just something he does. Hell, you’ve even received plenty of dick picks from Toji though you’ve met the guy just once and during that encounter, he was head to toe covered in blood and someone else’s guts. But Nanami?

You stared at your smartphone for a while, not really knowing what to say.

It’s not like you didn’t want it. In fact, the situation was pretty much the opposite: you desired it badly. As soon as you walked in the office one year ago and saw him towering over the coffee machine, adjusting his tie with precise movements, you knew he’d be the death of you. And during this whole year, Nanami was a perfect gentleman to everyone, including you.

It was always “good morning, how are you today?” or “take care, they say it might rain later”. And it was never “hey let’s grab dinner together” or “your ass looks fire in these pants”. Of course, that was part of his charm — but on the other hand, you never knew how he’d react if you ever… tried anything.

The screen lit up with another text.

“Don’t you have anything to say, dollface? Usually your pretty mouth is overworking whenever I look at you in the office. And I bet I can put it to better use than discussion of some dull numbers”.

“Nanami, are you drunk?”, you texted the first thought that came to you and groaned, hiding your face in your hands.

“What if I am?”, the incoming text read.

And another incoming text, the one that made your heart skip a beat or two.

“Can I come over?”

*** ***

The doorbell rang loudly, announcing his arrival. You cursed under your breath, hoping the neighbors wouldn’t listen. After you took one final deep breath and glanced in the mirror, you went to the door, opening it.

Kento was standing there, in front of you, his usual tie around his neck and his perfectly ironed shirt missing two top buttons and revealing a painfully muscular chest. As soon as you opened, he lifted his gaze, his deep brown eyes meeting yours.

“Damn, you did let me come over”, he smiled and walked casually through the door in your apartment as if he had visited it before. You followed, too dumbfounded to say anything but Kento didn’t give you a chance to even open your mouth. After taking a step or two and hearing you closing the door, he turned around swiftly and threw his arms around you, pulling you close.

��I’ll devour you”, his lips trailed on your neck, pausing at an earlobe and making your blood boil. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do it”.

“Why didn’t you?”

You somehow managed to ask questions, given the state you were in: pressed to his body, his hands roaming over your waist, back, hips, and hair. Nanami was a starved man, desperate for you, and you felt his intense hunger growing with every second.

“Because I was never 100% sure you’d want it”, he whispered, his lips now mere inches from yours. “Because you are too good for someone like me. Because of a hundred more made-up reasons that I always use when I’m too scared by a good thing”.

“And now the alcohol made your fears go away”, you chuckled nervously, hypnotized by the look in his eyes. You’ve never seen him like this before. Right now, Nanami was the complete opposite of his usual self. He was… liberated? Was it the right word?

Nanami just sighed, resting his forehead against yours. He smelled wonderfully: rich woody scent mixed with something fresh like pine. The cologne crept in your nostrils, making a steady way towards a secret place in your heart. A place reserved for him only though you both didn’t know it yet.

“Can I ask for something?” He said suddenly, and your heart fluttered. Was he about to kiss you? Did he want to drag you in the bed? Was he interested in your body count?

You tensed up involuntarily, preparing for his question. Kento looked you dead in the eyes, his expression growing a bit more serious and determined.

“Can you… make me a sandwich?”, he asked shyly. “To be honest, I’m starving. Didn’t expect you’d actually invite me over so I was planning to eat at home”.

He chuckled awkwardly, and you burst into genuine laughter, grabbing his forearms and feeling incredibly at ease. So this drunk man who’d been wanting you for a whole fucking year just came in to ask for a sandwich? Wow.

“Yea, I’ll make two”, you wiped tears from your eyes, still giggling.

“Good. And I’ll make us breakfast in the morning”, he gave you a coy smile, his hands still wrapped around you.

“So… you mean you wanna stay over?”

“I wanna stay forever”, he kissed you softly. “If you don’t mind”.

You looked around, noticing how perfectly domestic Nanami looked in your apartment and nodded with a smile.

“Sounds good to me”.

He smiled back, his whole face lightening up. He then leaned in to you with a knowing smile.

“And by the way…”

You raised a brow, intrigued.

“I’m not drunk, sweetheart. Was just pushing my lack and damn, seems like I caught lightning in a bottle”.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk fanfic #nanami kento #jujutsu nanami #nanami headcanons #jjk headcanons #nanami x reader #husband nanami #nanami fluff #kento nanami #jjk nanami #jjk fluff

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chichiichiii347 · 1 year ago

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In the fan newsletter volume 100, the members were asked to answer to questions from each member and here’s my take on the translation:

Toshiya

Kyo > Toshiya

- Rich or Extremely rich? (referring to food such as ramen broth) Rich

- All humanity is turning into dogs: woof 🐶

- Very hard or very soft noodles? Hard

- Pigmon or Kanegon? (from Ultra Q) Pigmon

- Would you dye your hair blue again? If everyone dye their hair like the old days then I’ll consider it.

Die > Toshiya

- Are you the type who sleeps well at the hotels during tours? depends on which day

- How often do you change your smartphone? 4-5 years

- What do you usually order from Starbucks? Drip coffee

- Which electric appliances are you very particular about? Electric toothbrush

- If you were to drive, which car do you want to drive in? Shelby Cobra

Kaoru > Toshiya

- Any recommendations lately? ask and answer by yourself

- You’re not watching anime recently? I watch it sometimes

- Which is the most delicious ramen shop? If it’s hard to say here then tell me next time: I’ll tell you secretly

- What would you say if Die send you a picture with his hair completely shaved off? maybe he can’t deal with the intense heat..?

- How do you want our next song (album) to turn out? I want it to come with a different kind of excitement

Shinya > Toshiya

- Which country do you like aside from Japan? the US, Hawaii

- Which manga did you like the most as a kid in elementary school? Musashi no Ken

- Are you becoming farsighted? My vision is getting worse so it could be that…

- Do you want to live in Nagano in the future? I'm thinking about it lately

- Are you planning to keep your black hair forever? Silver hair

Kaoru

Kyo > Kaoru

- Jumping up and down (びょんびょん) or chuckle (むひむひ)? (I think he’s referring to fans’ reaction) chuckle

- Which one is better, Light salt or Cheese Karl snack? Curry

- Aren’t you gonna grow your hair long? It’s troublesome

- Aren’t you going to dress up as a pirate? I’m not doing anything this Halloween, so I won’t do that

Kaoru > Kaoru

- Gonna do “it”? Give “it” to me

Die > Kaoru

- What make Hanshin so strong this year, let me hear your opinion: pineapple candy

- If a Hanshin member was to throw an MVP, who would that be? Kinami Seiya

- If you could scout one player from an 11-members team (other than Hanshin), who would that be? Yamamoto Yoshinobu

- If Hanshin finally got “it” after 18 years, what do you think is going to happen at the Dotonbori river? become the prey of Idiots, onlookers and youtubers.

* I don’t watch baseball so I’m not so sure about this whole conversation, but I know Die is a huge GIANTS fan while Kaoru is at Hanshin’s side, and people in Osaka often jump into the Dotonbori river when celebrating something big (new year, winning the olympic games..) so Die is talking as if the Hanshin would surely win the game (or winning over the GIANTS? idk..)

- If the GIANTS were to change the manager, who would that be? I think Abe Shinnosuke…? but the atmosphere would be…

Toshiya > Kaoru:

- We will die at some point in life, would you rather (1) be remembered by everyone in the world or (2) always be remembered by one particular person until they die? 1

- If you have a chance to time-travel for once, which timeline would you choose (1) before you were born, (2) after you’ve passed away? 2

- If there is one drug that brings super power, would you choose the one that (1) make you look young like your 20-year-old self or (2) keep the same appearance, but have the strength of a 20-year-old? 2

- Which member is most likely to runaway from terrors? Kyo

- Who is the most manly member? Toshiya

Shinya > Kaoru

- Which country do you like aside from Japan?Hawaii

- Which manga did you like the most as a kid in elementary school? Toriyama Akira

- Are you becoming farsighted? Yes, I am

- Who is your favourite Hanshin player? Kakefu Masayuki

- Which LINE stamp do you use the most? Kaoru chan

Kyo

Kaoru > Kyo

- Any recommendations lately? Fish from Fukushima

- Are you building plastic models? I’m building them intensely

- What would you say if Shinya send you a picture of him and Tom Hanks? from Deep State?

- Have you seen Mad Heidi? I haven’t seen it, but I’ve watched MEN

- How do you want our next song (album) to turn out? Isn’t Ramen Jiro (without the broth) the best thing ever?

Toshiya > Kyo

- We will die at some point in life, would you rather (1) be remembered by everyone in the world or (2) always be remembered by one particular person until they die? must be 2, right?

- If you have a chance to time-travel for once, which timeline would you choose (1) before you were born, (2) after you’ve passed away? maybe 2, to the future

- Who is the most affectionate member? Must be me

- Who is the best at telling lies? Must be Shinya

Die > Kyo

- Any scary experience at the hotels while touring? a fan peeping through a peephole and put their ear to the wall (in Osaka)

- Favourite game console? Mega Drive

- The most intimidating movie character in your opinion? Norman Bates

- How many pair of sneakers do you have? about 50?

- FOOD (don’t know why he’s using english here lol) that touched your soul lately? Blowfish dish from the restaurant that senpai took me to

Shinya > Kyo

- Which country do you like aside from Japan? None. Aren’t you Shinya!

- Which manga did you like the most as a kid in elementary school? Jojo. Aren’t you Shinya!

- Are you becoming farsighted? Dunno. Aren’t you Shinya!

- Have you gotten more tatoos? I’ll get more when I’ve become a skin-head. Aren’t you Shinya!

- Will you give up smoking? No. Aren’t you Shinya!

Die

Kyo > Die

- How many times do you go to the beach each year? when I think about it, I guess I haven’t went to the beach for years

- What is your choice of drink on a cruiser, beer or wine? I get drunk immediately after having wine so I think it’s better to go with beer

- The whole world is destroyed: If everything and everyone dissapear all at once then I’m not scared

- Won’t you dye your hair red again? or would you dye it blue? Frankly, during the pandemic when I could not see anyone, I’ve made a mistake and dyed my hair blue. It didn’t suit me at all, to the point that it gets creepy. So I cover it with red dye right on the next day.

- What’s your favourite colour other than red? BLACK&WHITE (he used english here)

Kaoru > Die

- Any recommendations lately? Prison’s book of rules

- Favourite type of meat for Yakiniku (grilled meat)? high-quality outside skirt steak, thick-sliced beef tongue, beef organs

- After Hara Tatsunori, who’s going to be the GIANTS next manager? I wanna see Abe Shinnosuke as the manager already

- What would you say if Kyo send you a picture of him standing on top of the mountain that he’s just climbed? The Zoom meeting has already started

- How do you want our next song (album) to turn out? raw (fresh) sound

Toshiya > Die

- We will die at some point in life, would you rather (1) be remembered by everyone in the world or (2) always be remembered by one particular person until they die? I’ve spent my whole life with this band so maybe 1

- If you have a chance to time-travel for once, which timeline would you choose (1) before you were born, (2) after you’ve passed away? If I can not return to this life time then I’d want to see what the future is like

- Who’s a foodie among the members? Our interests may vary but isn’t everyone a foodie?

- Which members hold the most secrets? All of us are secretive but I think “that person” definitely stood out.

Shinya > Die

- Which country do you like aside from Japan? The humidity right now makes me really want to feel the air of Los Angeles

- Which manga did you like the most as a kid in elementary school? Captain Tsubasa

- Are you becoming farsighted? I’d say my vision has gotton worse from 2007-when I got lasik surgery

- Favourite GIANTS player? It’s hard to choose one, but I’d say Kuwasa Masumi, he lived near my house back in Osaka, and used to be my hero when I was in PL Academy

- Your luggages always seem heavy, which item is the heaviest of them all? Dyson airwrap styler, hair dryer, hair iron, hair oil, hair cream, hair treatment spray… most of the items that added weight to my luggage are hair related

Shinya

Kyo > Shinya

- You’re already dead. No, I’m not dead

- If you can become another person, would you choose to be Yoshiki san or Gackt san? please choose one. I’ll choose Yoshiki san because I’m a drummer

- Aren’t you going to build a room in your balcony? I don’t have a balcony in the first place

- Would you try the punch perm hair style? I really want you to try it? or eipper. you only have two choices, punch perm or eipper? If only these two choices then eipper…

- You’re already dead. No. I’m not dead.

Die > Shinya

- Would you wear anything other colour aside from white at the liveshows? Please answer with something different from “No”. Maybe there’s no other options in the future?

- Would you change your hair style? Please answer with something different from “No”. Maybe there’s no other options in the future?

- Would you change your phone to the iphone 15? Please answer with something different from “No”. I’ll skip for once next time

- Favourite Apple’s product that you’ve owned? please also explain why. I’d say the Macbook Pro that I’m currently using. Without it, nothing will work out

- If you didn’t become a Youtuber then who would you be? Maybe a drummer

Kaoru > Shinya

- Any recommendations lately? What kind??

- What kind of game should I, Tooru and Fujieda play? Who’s “I”??

- If you have the Rock f Solo sheet for Kurenai (ロックfソロシート), please give it to me. I only have DIR’s records

- What would you say if Toshiya send you a picture of him DJ-ing in the club? You’re spinning the Kurenai Solo Sheet! Yay

- How do you want our next song (album) to turn out? Ah! the person who ask this question… must be Kaoru kun? Am I right? 😏😏😏

Toshiya > Shinya

- We will die at some point in life, would you rather (1) be remembered by everyone in the world or (2) always be remembered by one particular person until they die? Maybe everyone in the world

- If you have a chance to time-travel for once, which timeline would you choose (1) before you were born, (2) after you’ve passed away? Absolutely the future, I want to see the future world

- Who the most domestic member? Die san

- Most ambitious member? Kyo san

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And that’s it. They haven’t change one bit 😂

#dir en grey #toshiya #totchi #kaoru #leader sama #cute #lol #shinya #yamochan #kyo #die #q&a

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lolitakirstein · 8 months ago

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Hey Neighbor Pt 8

A/N Sorry this is long with a lot of dialogue don't even know if it's good ugh

{previous}

cw: mentions of weapons wc: 1.5k

Toji

“A phone call in advance would’ve been nice,” Toji says, allowing his visitor to enter.

“Couldn’t wait,” the man states, his hands clutching the briefcase behind his back. “This just came in and requires extraordinary expertise and precision.”

The two men walk to the kitchen, both taking seats opposite one another. Though in the intimate setting of his house, Toji knew he was here for business. “I take it you don’t want a drink.”

The man chuckles, “Perhaps once this is completed.” He sets the briefcase on the table and enters the 3-number key. “I would however like to see my godson. Where is—”

“SHIU!” Megumi rushes in excitedly.

“Ah, there’s my boy,” Shiu bellows in equal excitement. The stoicism and business facade immediately fade. He picks the child up with a grunt and sets him on his lap. “You are getting big, pup.”

Megumi giggles at the nickname. “I’m not a pup, I’m a wolf.” He mimics a wolf’s howl.

Shiu pats his head, “Ah, the mighty wolf. Mostly prone to travel in large groups.” He glances up at Toji. “Though some are known to stray from the pack.”

Toji glares, aware of the obvious dig.

“We’re not alone. We got you, Shiu,” Megumi’s comment breaks the tension. “And we got y/n,” he lowers his voice and leans into Shiu, “That's dad's girlfriend.”

“I see,” Shiu again stares at Toji, this time with a look of both confusion and annoyance.

Toji responds with an eye roll. “Megs, go to your room for a bit. Gramps and I have some business things to do.”

“I am not gramps!” Shiu quickly blurts back, which sends Megumi into a fit of giggles. Toji, however, isn’t up to joke. He gives Megumi the look that quickly tells the child that this isn’t playtime.

Once Toji hears the door to Megumi’s room shut, he takes a deep breath. “So, what are we looking at here.”

Shiu opens the briefcase, presenting Toji with a thick manila folder. “The usual. But the window of opportunity we have—”

“Me.” Toji corrects.

“You have is very small. Meaning—”

“I have one shot.” Toji finishes in a bored tone. “What else is new.”

“This target has been of interest for some time. Most who have gone after him are usually shot within a 500-foot radius.”

“So you need a sniper?”

“I did say we needed precision.”

“What’s his deal?” Toji asks, flipping through the folder. Pictures from CCTV footage and shakey smartphones paint a very broad image of the target—tall, slender build, blonde.

“Big name in tech, took over after his father died. The other son is scorned, but you know we don’t go into too much detail, nor do we ask. They hire us and we do our job”

“I do the job,” Toji corrects, again.

“And you do it well.”

“How long will I be gone?” Toji continues flipping through the files, pocketing the provided fake passport and plane ticket.

“3 weeks, we want you to have ample time to scout the area. Where he goes and when. There can’t be any mistakes.”

“And my son?” Toji looks up from the papers.

“Of course, he will be staying with me. You may be on the outskirts of our society, but we still wish to protect our own while they are working. Our in-house nanny is superb at her job, both as a sitter and protection. I provided you with her credentials as well.” he gestures to the pages.

“That’s a long time away” Toji remarks. “How much is this man paying?”

“Though he’s not as wealthy as his older brother, his father left him a good chunk of money in his will—”

“How much,” Toji was getting impatient.

“$500,000. And to show his confidence in you and apologies for the short notice,” Shiu turns the briefcase around to Toji. “He made a downpayment.”

Indeed, the briefcase was lined with stacks of crisp 100s. Toji swallowed. He can’t remember the last time a client had paid a portion upfront. Collateral maybe, but never cash.

“$300,000. Thats—”

“60%. That’s suspicious. Are you sure this isn’t a setup? Are you sure these aren’t fake or marked?” Toji gently runs a finger over the bills, feeling for the telltale sign that it's fake.

“We had eyes on the bank.” Shiu answers, confidently. “So are you in?”

“Mind if I check,” Toji asks, still not convinced.

Shiu gestures to the money, “Be my guest. Though I’m rather insulted you would think I would fall for a scam.”

Ignoring him, Toji walks to the hallway closet. The small space housed various coats and toys of Megumi’s. He pushes aside the clothes. The wall at the back of the closet would appear normal to anyone else–basic wood paneling. Toji traces his finger along one slat of the wood, finding the slight give and pressing it.

A small portion of the wall retracts, revealing a safe locked by a keycode. After entering the key code, the thick metal door opens. Inside are various passports, stacks of cash, guns, and accessories. He pushes aside the knives sheathed in sleek leather. Once finding the detector, he returns to the kitchen.

Toji turns on the LED, aiming the purple light at the briefcase. The bills show up clean. “Nothing,” Toji grumbles.

“I told you,” Shiu crosses his legs.

“Doesn’t mean the ones underneath aren’t or the one in between” Toji continues to scan the stacks, all turning up clean. After his meticulous searching, Toji turns off the light. “I’ll put it through the counter, check every single one–”

“You’ve always been thorough,” Shiu jokes, standing and straightening his suit jacket. “So are you in?”

Toji mulls it over. Finally, after a few moments, he complies, “Yeah, I’m in.”

“Great the car to pick Megumi up will arrive the night before. Flight information and itinerary are all there.” Shiu strides to the door, opens it, and stands on the front porch. His eyes are on y/n’s house. “Is she aware yet?”

“No, not yet,” Toji joins him on the porch.

Shiu widened his eyes. “What is causing the delay.”

“I” 'm trying to leave this way of life, why would I want to bring an innocent woman into it, regardless of contracts.”

“She is rather…fawn-like. But I think with proper training she could be a great addition to carry on her family name,” Shiu takes a long drag, blowing smoke out of the corner of his mouth. “Or perhaps the two of you could produce—.”

“Megumi can carry my name just fine in a life that doesn’t consist of looking behind his back.” Toji retorted, narrowing his eyes.

“Of course. Megumi is an exceptional child. Regardless if his mother wasn’t of our kind, and remember, I fought for you harder than anyone to be able to live outside of this society. Luckily, the higher-ups thought you to be such a precious asset the thought of losing your…services is why you now live so comfortably on the periphery.”

“Comfortably,” Toji tsks, “worrying about my son every second; how I’m going to be able to know he’s safe once he starts attending public school.”

“You could easily come back which would guarantee his safety at our school.” Shiu bargains.

“I told you. I’m done with that life. Megumi will get a choice in what he wants to do with his life. He deserves it and so does she,” Toji jerks his head gesturing to y/n’s house.

“She seems very…present in your life, already. Even Megumi seems to think so.”

Toji rolls his eyes, “She’s been here a few times, that’s it. She watched Megumi one day and—”

“You put her in charge of watching Megumi? Very trusting of you.” Shiu interrupts, his cigarette dangling from his lips.

“It was a few hours,” Toji said. “And he needs some female interactions every once in a while. I can’t play the role of mother very well.”

“Already considering her for a mother figure,” Shiu continues, smiling wryly.

“Are we done here?” Toji turns back to the door, wanting to end the conversation.

Shiu knows when to quit, at least, because he tips his head goodbye and lopes down the stairs, heading for his black sedan.

He turns halfway before getting into the passenger side door that is being held open by a man in a similar suit though 30lbs worth of muscle heavier. “I do suggest you make her aware of your agreement with her grandmother. You know how our dear Mrs. Ruth hated a procrastinator.”

Toji doesn’t respond, instead, crossing his arms and waiting for the car to drive Shiu away.

“And do not underestimate how powerful the two of you could be together. A child from two strong lines would be world-renowned.”

Again, Toji didn’t respond. He watches the driver return to the driver's seat and drive off down the road. Once sure he was indeed gone for good, Toji reenters his house.

He doesn’t know how to broach the subject of his agreement with y/n. But 2 things were for damn sure.

She would get a choice, unlike him.

There was no fucking way any child of his, either the one he has now or any in the future, would be ever handed over to the people he was trying to leave behind.

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peltk9 · 6 months ago

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Disclosure: This is a relatively simple way. There are still a lot of steps and requires a little bit of computer know-how. However, many other processes involve copy-pasting URLs one-by-one, which, for 100+ fics, takes a long time.

This guide is particularly meant for Fanfiction.net works, which, at the time of writing, can no longer be downloaded in bulk from the Calibre FanFicFare plugin (rip in peace). FicHub can still reliably download from FFN, and there is a FicHub CLI to bulk-download from a list of URLs.

Regarding AO3: Using FicHub CLI with AO3 appears to be a bit finicky. FicHub CLI is more likely to give up on URLs in longer lists. Your mileage may vary. Personally, I recommend either the in-built AO3 downloader (one-by-one downloading only) or the FanFicFare Calibre plugin (for bulk downloading). EDIT: there is also this python program from tumblr user nianeyna: https://nianeyna.tumblr.com/post/659921552559783936

Regarding Wattpad: It does not look like FicHub can download from Wattpad. However, FanFicFare can download from Wattpad.

What You Will Need

Windows PC (theoretically this will work on a Mac or Linux, but will require different steps vis-à-vis python and the command prompt)

Firefox

Python (version 3)

Notepad++

fichub-cli

If you don't have Python installed, and don't know how, please follow this tutorial: https://realpython.com/installing-python/#how-to-install-from-the-full-installer (if it asks to create an account to view, open in a private window)

(I know the full installer works for the purposes of this tutorial, but you'll need to make sure you install pip--under Customize Installation--and add Python to the PATH. I am unsure if the Windows App version does both of these.)

Install Notepad++ from the official site: https://notepad-plus-plus.org/

If you installed Python correctly, then to install fichub-cli (https://github.com/FicHub/fichub-cli):

Open the Command Prompt in Windows (Windows search bar "cmd")

Copy-paste the following: pip install -U fichub-cli

Hit 'Enter'

Wait for the Command Prompt to do it's thing . . . and you're done!

Instructions

Getting the URLs - FanFic dot Net Favorites version

(These instructions are specifically for the Favorite Stories on a user's account, but can be modified to get any story URL on any page of FFN.)

Open Firefox and go to FFN. Now go to the mobile version of the site by clicking the smartphone icon on the top bar, left-ish side of the screen. You can also replace the 'www' in the URL to 'm'.

Log into FFN if you aren't already, then go to your account > Favorite Stories. The reason why we're using the mobile site is because it won't paginate your favorites. All your favorite stories will be all on one page, which means it's only one copy-paste for everything.

Right-click anywhere on the page and hit 'Inspect (Q)'. This will pull up DevTools, which will give us a nice place to get all the URLs. Look at the left-most panel in the the 'Inspector' tab. It should have a bunch of HTML code in. Find the <tbody> that's right before a bunch of <tr>...</tr>.

Right click the <tbody>, Copy > Inner HTML.

Open Notepad++. In a new file, paste in that Inner HTML we just copied. This is where we extract just the URLs for the stories from the mess of HTML by having some fun with regular expressions.

Open the Find & Replace in Notepad++ (Ctrl+F, or on the top bar Search > Replace ...). In the window, make sure you're on the 'Replace' tab. In the bottom-left-ish of the window is some Search Mode options. Select 'Regular expression' and check the box labeled '. matches newline'.

In 'Find what': .*?(/s/\d*/1/) In 'Replace with': $1\n

At this point, you should be able to click 'Replace All'; but if you want, click 'Find Next' to see Notepad++ highlight the first place it finds a regular expression match and click 'Replace' to see it change that highlighted section to just the /s/ . . . /1/ part (the /s/ . . . /1/ is the story URL on FFN). Depending on where your cursor was when you first opened Find & Replace, you may need to click 'Replace' once or twice even after 'Replace All'. You may also need to move your cursor to before the very first letter.

Once you've clicked 'Replace All', you should be left with a long list of partial URLs, looking like /s/ . . . /1/. There will be one section of unneeded HTML, probably near the bottom of the page. Manually delete it to leave only the URLs.

Now to change those partial URLs to a full URL. Open the Find & Replace again. In the Search Mode, select 'Normal'.

In 'Find what': /s/ In 'Replace with': https://m.fanfiction.net/s/

Click 'Replace All' (and maybe 'Replace' once or twice if needed--move your cursor to before the very first letter if needed) and now the list of partial URLs should be full FFN mobile URLs.

Save as a .txt file with whatever name you want.

Using FicHub CLI

First and foremost make a new folder somewhere on your computer. Name it whatever you like, but remember where it is and what you named it. Take the TXT file of URLs and move it into that new folder.

Open Command Prompt (Windows search bar "cmd"). In Command Prompt, navigate to the folder you made. If you don't know how to change directories in Command Prompt, this guide can help: https://www.howtogeek.com/659411/how-to-change-directories-in-command-prompt-on-windows-10/

For example, if I made a folder called 'FFNDownloads-2024-01-01' on my Desktop, I would type: cd Desktop/FFNDownloads-2024-01-01 in the command line and hit 'Enter'.

Once the Command Prompt is looking into the folder where your URL list is, type the following into the command line: fichub_cli -i [NAME].txt

Replace the [NAME] with the name of your URL list file. So, for example, if I named my URL list 'ffnurl.txt', I would enter: fichub_cli -i ffnurl.txt

Hit 'Enter' and the FicHub CLI will start it's magic. It can be a bit hard to read what's happening, because some of the text is dark blue, but it will print out how many URLs it finds, then check if there are duplicates, and then go through them one by one and start downloading them into an EPUB. The EPUB files will be saved in the same folder the Command Prompt is currently looking in--which should be that folder you just created.

There is a progress bar at the bottom of the Command Prompt with a rough estimate of time left. If you have 200 or more URLs, FicHub CLI can take an hour or more. Leave the Command Prompt alone until you're done. If you need, you can still use the rest of your computer, including the Internet. Just be careful to leave the folder and Command Prompt alone until the FicHub CLI is finished.

(Why does it take so long? As a general rule, polite internet behavior for robots, like the FicHub, is to ask websites for things slowly. If a robot asks for a lot of things quickly, it can overwhelm the website and make it difficult for the website to work properly. Some internet spam attacks do this, asking for a lot, quickly in order to disable a website. FicHub CLI is slow so that it doesn't get flagged as spam.)

Once FicHub CLI is done, it will make an output.log file. You can delete that if you want, it's basically a copy of the TXT file with the URLs inside. If there were any problems, FicHub CLI will also make an err.log file. Both LOG files can be opened in Notepad++ or in the default Windows Notepad. The err.log file will have a list of any URLs the FicHub CLI couldn't download, for whatever reason. I've found that if I make a new TXT file with just the error URLs copied right from the err.log file and re-run FucHub CLI on that TXT, most of the time they will be downloaded without problem.

Any lingering error files (hopefully less than 10 at this point, if any), you can go through the https://fichub.net/ site to download them one-by-one.

Et voilà, you have successfully downloaded a lot of fanfiction, all at once, as EPUB files. Once Python and fichub-cli are installed, then the process can be repeated to get any new or updated fics. All you need to do is create a TXT file of URLs for new/updated fics, and FicHub CLI will do the rest.

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beasiannow · 3 months ago

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Mega-Dyne Advanced Research and Development's Prototype Super Quantum Connected Phone is in Alpha Testing... oh my!

Gerry Taylor, an engineer at Mega-Dyne Advanced Research and Development, always brought his work home with him, and his live-in girlfriend knew to leave it alone because he was one of the people who did Alpha testing. Sometimes, there was no telling what shocks, burns, or whatever the things he tested might still have in them. Unstable much? Very!”

“But damn!” thought Mary Becky O'Casey on seeing the latest thing he had brought in to work on.

A smartphone like nothing she had ever seen before. One that was supposed to be connected to a prototype quantum computer that no one at Mega-Dyne was sure what all it would eventually be capable of.

Whatever the case, the damn thing did floating hologram charts!

And there it sat on a coffee table in their living room as Gerry had to dash out and handle some complex, no doubt all-night problem involving another thing back at Mega-Dyne HQ. And there it sat glowing.

“What could it hurt?” Thought Becky, "But do what with it?"

Scrolling through the screen, most of which was beyond her, but one item made her pause.

“Maximum Complete 100% Translation,” it read, but activating it didn’t pop up a keyboard. Instead, it seemed to activate a camera screen, but even then, it still would do nothing.

Then Becky remembered that a new restaurant had just opened nearby called Fresh Pinoy Cuisine, which served dishes from the Philippines.

Becky had seen one of their menus and could not make head nor tails out of all the exotic-sounding names on it. Inasal na manok? Pinoy Bihon? Pancit Tortang talong? What could they all mean?” she wondered. “I’ll go there for dinner and try the translation thing.” She decided.

As soon as she was seated in a quiet little corner, she pulled out Mega-Dyne’s no doubt still buggy, experimental Super Quantum computer-linked phone, keyed up the Maximum Complete 100% Translation, pointed it at the menu, the screen then said, "COPY COMPLETE. RECORD MORE?" Shrugging, Becky let the camera take in the Philippines-themed restaurant until it gave a ping and read, “READY TO ACTIVATE POINT CAMERA AT SELF.”

“Wha..? thought Becky but went along.

The phone produced a dazzling bright light straight into her eyes as a deep shock went through her.

When she recovered, Becky expected to find the translation of the menu on the phone screen; instead, she saw that it had turned itself off.

Then she glanced down at the menu and knew that Inasal na manok, Bihon Pancit, and Tortang talong meant Domesticated chicken stew, Filipino Rice Noodles Chicken and Veggies, and Eggplant cakes.

“How do I know this now?” wondered Becky aloud to herself, but it came out as "Paano ko malalaman yun?"

“I can read and speak Filipino!” thought Becky. Then, another thought came to her. After all, she had felt the vibe that came from the flash run through her whole body. Taking a compact out of her purse, she looked, and yes, indeed, the face that looked back at her was not the one she had come into the restaurant with.

“Babaeng Pilipina ako” (I’m a Filipina girl!”) thought Becky, the words in her head already starting to change from English to Tagalog.

Then Becky saw the waitress coming and calmed herself.

“Ready for some food from back home?” she asked in English, “Yes, I am,” said Becky, also in English, but now with a very noticeable Filipino accent.

“Recent arrival?” asked the waitress, who, compared to Becky, had no accent at all or at least sounded as Virginia regional as Becky had before the quantum flash. Would you like me to switch to Filipino?” asked the waitress. “Yes, it’s like I just got here today, but I need practice, so English, please,” said Becky.

And then, with her heart beating like mad, she ordered her first Pinoy meal. By the end of it, she had calmed down and was ready to leave.

That was when a thought came to Becky, who by that time had decided that she would after tonight start calling, and more importantly, thinking of herself not as Mary Becky O'Casey, but as Maria Blessica Ocampo “Oh Grabe!” (Oh wow!”) thought Blessica “My boyfriend is now one of those guys with a Filipina girlfriend! I used to make fun of people like me. Napaka ironic!”

#turning filipino

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"Hey honey," Vince's voice rung through the phone, all warm and Wendy couldn't help but smile, the smartphone stuck between her cheek and shoulder while she washed her hands for what was, probably, the 100th time that night.

"Hey yourself..."

"Everything alright for tonight?" It sounded like he was moving around.

Wendy hesitated. Flu season had hit the town like an avalanche and halfway through her shift she had started to feel really icky. The woozy feeling still hadn't passed and the last thing she had in mind was having dinner. Still, she wasn't a 100% sure if she was sick or if this was just the result of watching dozens of people throw up for the past couple days.

"Wen?"

"Yeah, yeah, all's right," she said before she could stop herself. Truth was, sick or not sick, Wendy wanted to see him. It had been a busy week and she felt like she had hardly seen Vince, which was annoying considering they had just started dating and she wanted to fully enjoy their honeymoon phase, "I clock out in one hour."

"I'll be there," he reassured her, "miss you, honey."

Her face caught on fire, even though no one could hear her and Wendy ducked her head to say it back, "miss you too..." a stupid smile on, heart on her throat.

She heard Vince let out a sigh, "I'll see you in a bit. Bye."

"Bye..." her voice was all breathy and girly, making Wendy cringe. She felt like a teenager. As soon as she hang up, she tugged on her scrubs, trying to collect herself.

No one was paying attention to her at all, but still her heart kept pounding away, face overly warm.

"Doctor Marshall?" a nurse moved forward and Wendy forgot all about her giant crush on her own boyfriend, once more knee deep in disease.

----

"Do you need a ride?" Jonah knocked on her office's open door, poking his head in. Wendy, who had been staring at the paperwork she needed to fill in for her last patient for the past five minutes, lifted up her head and glared at him.

Jonah looked amazing. Where she was clammy with sweat and queasy from all she had seen tonight, he looked like he had stepped out of a magazine. Because, thanks to Jonah being very very convincing (and no one wanting to deal with a sympathy sick doctor on top of sick patients), he had managed to move all his ER shifts for the next two weeks. Instead he had been all over orthopedics.

She was so envious.

"Go away," Wendy grumbled, resting her forehead on her hand once more and glaring at the paper. She was pretty sure she had filled it wrong, written her name where the patient's should be.

Jonah chuckled, "don't be pouty, it doesn't suit you."

"Really, Jon, fuck o-" she interrupted herself with a sudden sick burp, slapping a hand over her mouth. Wendy squeezed her eyes, swallowing the nausea back down, "sorry..."

Jonah's smug smile had all but vanished, his eyebrows up, "Wendy, are you sick?"

"No, I'm fine," she shook her head, "my stomach is just empty, all I had was coffee since lunch."

He glanced at the clock next to the door, it was almost 10, "Wendy..."

"Sorry if I didn't have much of an appetite with people puking around me all week," Wendy rolled her eyes, "I'm fine, you can go. Vince's coming to pick me up."

Jonah looked unimpressed, "and you're going to tell him you're sick, right?"

"I'm not sick," she insisted, "go. I am fine."

"You're insufferable, that's what you are," Jonah scoffed, "feel better."

"I'm not sick!" she called after him, as her best friend turned around to leave. Jonah completely ignored her and Wendy huffed, folding her arms over the desk and resting her forehead on them.

Her stomach churned uneasily, with anxiety and apprehension. Maybe she should call Vince and tell him not to come. She could handle the flu, but he had games to attend and people depending on him...

She sighed, slowly reaching for her phone. Her head ached. Just as she was about to unlock the screen, a text came in.

P.Mgnt: I'm in the parking lot.

Well, shit. Wendy let out a minimal sigh of relief. As much as she didn't want to make him sick, she also just wanted him. Seeing as it was too late now to tell him off, she slowly started packing away her items and headed to the doctor's headquarters to change out of her dirty clothes.

Vince was waiting against his bike, helmet off, streetlights reflecting off the wet tarmac and onto him. She sighed dreamily. Fuck this stomachache, she wasn't about to blow him off.

"Hi-" Wendy skipped closer, throwing her arms around his neck. He was stupidly tall, so when he wrapped his arms around her waist, he actually pulled her off the ground, causing her to squeal into the kiss.

"Hi, honey," Vince bumped his nose over hers, "you're all set to go?"

"Yeah, yeah, I am," she agreed after a split second, considering telling him to head back to the dorms instead of her apartment, but quickly thinking better of it as one of his hands moved from her waist, down to her ass, "let's go?"

Vince handed her the spare helmet and she wrapped her arms around his waist, resting cheek on his shoulder while he drove off. The hospital wasn't close to her apartment, so Wendy closed her eyes and let the movement wash over her.

It was nice, at the start, to be wrapped up around him, wind on her hair and no noise but the rush that turned everything into white noise. Then it wasn't anymore.

Her stomach gurgled unhappily and her head ached, the curves that Vince was making were too steep and she squeezed his hip, "Hey, slow down," Wendy yelled over the wind, so he could hear her.

He nodded, slowed down the bike, "sorry!" he shouted, not looking away from the traffic and she grumbled something to acknowledge his answer, lowering her head to his shoulder once more.

Asking to slow down had been a mistake, now she could feel every turn and there was no longer the cold wind to sweep away the nausea. She squeezed him a little tighter, feeling her belly churn, and churn- Another coffee tasting burp snuck up on her, turning wet and frothy at the end and albeit Vince didn't hear it, he definitely felt her gag.

"Wen? Are you slipping up?" he shouted, moving on the seat so she could get a better grip on him. She squeezed his jacket.

"Pull over!"

"What?"

"Pull-" a small heave interrupted her and she patted his shoulder impatiently, "Vince, pull over!"

He came to a stop briskly, causing a car to honk and her heart to leap to her throat. However as soon as he stopped, she was turning around, unable to dismount, gagging to the curb.

"Shit-" The bike shook as Vince properly put it on park and then he jumped off, holding her steady as she was dipping dangerously to the side, "shit, Wen, what's wrong? Wendy?"

She gagged again, shoving him off by the chest and brown coffee-y puke fell on the street, splashing back on the toe of her left sneaker and narrowly avoiding him. Wendy whimpered as a cramp went through her, the effort of heaving making her head pound, humiliation making it all worse.

"No, honey, don't cry-" Vince was mumbling worriedly over her, reaching in to remove her helmet. As soon as he did, he put it on the bike's handle, then pulled her hair back and away from her mouth, "get it up, you'll feel better."

She shook her head, coughed up another watery stream of vomit and then panted, tears streaming down her face, "my head hurts..."

"Is this a migraine?" His big brown eyes scanned her face, filled with worry and Wendy shook her head, finally managing to sit sideways on the bike and not in the weird facing forward, torso to the side position she was on. It eased a little of the crampy sensation in her belly.

"No, I- Ur-" she gagged lightly and Vince pulled back in case she was going to be sick, but his hands were still on her, one on her face, the other on her neck. Wendy sighed, "I think I caught the stomach bug that's going around. People are dropping like flies."

He grimaced, but looked more relieved than before, "you feel warm, I think you're feverish."

"Yeah," she leaned into his touch, "I'm sorry. I should've told you not to come, I just thou-"

"I'm immune to sickness, you don't have to worry," he rolled his eyes, kissing her forehead, "are you done? Do you think you can hold on?"

"There's no such thing as immune to sickness," she groaned, grabbing the front of his shirt, "give me a second, I'm dizzy."

"Take your time," he shrugged, running his fingers through her hair. His hand covered her entire face, it was comical. Wendy smiled at the soft touch and tipped to the side, her head resting in the middle of his chest. She could hear Vince's heart thumping away, sounding much more anxious than his calm tone.

It took her a couple of minutes, but soon enough she felt a little more steady. Wendy straightened up, patting his arm, "okay, let's get out of here..."

They arrived to her apartment not a second too late, because the minute he parked the bike, Wendy was already rushing up and stumbling away, trying to get rid of the helmet.

"Hey, easy- Easy, let me take it," Vince rushed after her, taking the helmet off and holding her hair, "breathe in, you're o-"

She pushed a hand on his stomach, shoving him out of the way just in time to throw up a small amount of bright yellow bile. Vaguely Wendy was aware this wasn't good, that her stomach was all empty already. She heard Vince say a string of words she didn't understand and then he slowly pulled her away from the puddle.

"Better?"

"Hurts..." Wendy groaned, leaning in to press her forehead to his chest, "everything hurts..."

He scoffed something, then Vince's arm wrapped around her knee and Wendy let out a surprised gasp as he lifted her up bridal style. The movement did nothing to ease the nausea, but at least she didn't have to support her own weight anymore. She muffled a sick burp against his biker jacket.

"Try not to puke on me," he joked, causing her to let out a tired huff , wrapping an arm around his neck.

"Consider it payback for all the previous times."

He let out an amused huff and Wendy let her eyes slip closed, relishing on the fact Vince could hold her so easily.

She was dizzier and more exhausted than she thought, because next she opened her eyes, she was tucked in bed, Vince moving quietly around the bedroom.

"Vin?" Wendy called, only to gasp. Her throat felt like she had gargled with glass.

"Here, here-" He sat on her side of the bed, placing a hand behind her head to lift her up, the other one bringing a glass of water to her lips. Wendy pushed him off slightly, she wasn't so weak she couldn't hold her own glass.

"Have I been out for long?" she asked as soon as he took the glass back, collapsing back into the pillows. Vince pushed her bangs back, opening a worried smile.

"Nope, just a little bit... How's your stomach? Water's staying down?"

She grimaced, rolling on her side and resting an arm across his lap, "not sure... Cuddles?"

Vince let out a soft huff, smiling, "yeah, just let me change first."

She glanced at her bedside table while he stripped off, Vince had placed a bowl there, alongside the glass of water and- "bernardyl?"

"Only thing I could find in your first medicine cabinet," he shrugged, ditching his shirt on top of her dresser and the jeans on the floor. If she hadn't been so tired, she would've minded it, "for a doctor, you really have nothing here."

"That's because I get all my drugs in the hospital," Wendy scoffed, turning on the opposite side, so she could smush her face to his naked chest, throwing an arm around him. Vince's hand came to rest in the middle of her back, rubbing up and down.

"Yeah, yeah, you've got a little annoying febbre, so let's hope it doesn't go up," he mumbled, chin pressed to the top of her head and Wendy groaned, moving to press more of her body to him and squeezing her eyes shut as it made the cold water slosh in her belly.

"Wen?"

"I'm..." another steady breath, "I'm fine. For now."

"Not sure if I believe you, doc" he squinted at her and Wendy opened a tired smile, falling back down and planting a kiss on his naked shoulder.

"I'm not sure I believe it either," she sighed, trying to ignore the horrible chills going down her spine, "just cuddle me for now, though."

She felt his chest shake with a muffled chuckle, "alright, this I can do."

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schlagerkopf · 1 year ago

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Ableben

On paper, I’m supposed to despise Naftaly Bennett, very much so. But I don’t. I think he’s a solid dude. His external look gives me some kind of chill vibe. He’s got that Cheshire cat look. He’s the type of person I want to dance with, soaked in sweat, in a wedding or a big event.

Maybe it’s not Bennett I should despise, but his manager – the genius who came up with the elections slogan “Something new is happening”. This insanely transmittable slogan that showed on buses and other random places I’ve been and went these last few months has kept reminding me that terrible moment in which I was given the bad news that “something new is happening”.

It happened today exactly one year ago. Friday night, 15th of June 2012. I was 26, two months and four days. Lying on my bed, my old N95 phone from 2007 was stuck to my left ear. My airconditioner was making noises of working, hardly making anything cool – I wasn’t cool in any way, not the situation, not me. On the Friday night news in the living room, my parents were watching the panelists laughing about something, while I was slowly dying in my sinking bed. The room was lit only by the hour on the digital counter on the TV cable transmitter – eternalizing the hour in which love died. I won’t be 100% true if I will argue it is exactly what she said – “something new is happening”. Maybe it was “something is beginning”. Her stream of words continued without pause, her voice sounding as if she is a little unsure, trying not to hurt – but knowing how much it hurts, how much pain it brings about.

“He’s not sleazy, he’s really sweet”.

And then started my elegant pleas for another chance:

“I love you”

“Give love another chance”

“Please”

And the likes.

That also had a pretty built-in response, that was pretty much based around “too little, too late”.

“It’s over Amir, you do not hear how many ‘No’s’ I’m giving you in this conversation”.

Then: “Good luck in the exams”.

That’s it. Alles ist vorbei. I’m left alone, shocked, crying like a baby with my old ass phone, while everyone’s already got smartphone, and she’s probably going to kiss him and do other deeds that I will never ever do again with her in this dimension.

She tapped that long red thingy on iPhones to end the convo. For me it was a simple “END” button. And when they were hit, that’s it, it was over. One year and ten months. 18 months overall. 547 days. And that’s it. A little button is pressed, a little dance of a finger, and we turn from actuality to history. A notable part of two people’s lives has ended. One, as it seems, only wants to forget it. The other, good god, a 26 year old and 4 months man, crying like a baby.

Yeshayahu Leibowitz was an Israeli public intellectual who said interesting things. On one show in 1994 he was asked if he missed old Israeli politicians, from the age of those who built up and founded Israel. He answered with his special accent that hints he was not born in Israel himself, that he does not understand the question.

“I do not understand the question. What does it mean to miss a person?”

The person who asked the question tried to sharpen, resulting in Leibowitz simply saying:

“All of these – they were right for their hour. And we are dealing in this hour”.

I watched this some sad evening and it lifted me up immensely. Here’s a role model. What is it to miss someone, at all? What good does it do? It helps nothing, it’s not constructive. What was once, was. What matters is now.

If Leibowitz indeed didn’t miss anyone, he was a superhero of sorts, and the strongest one. Superman can fly, yeah, sure, but doesn’t he miss someone? And Spiderman? Doesn’t Batman miss his parents?

Missing is my kryptonite. It makes me weak. Especially when I am in my bed, full of memories and so empty, and especially if it happens in a late-night hour.

Missing is a sort of alchemy. It’s not something real, existing, it’s not something you can touch or smell. Mine is the worst kind of longing. It’s for something that was but isn’t. I believe the Portuguese call it “Saudade”. You can miss your friend but you know you’ll see them next week. And you can miss your lover, knowing you’ll never see them again.

It’s hard to write about breakups. I wrote her a letter two weeks after the breakup. It was six pages and I’ve included some chocolate and a flower. It didn’t help. Because writing about breakups is futile, in a sense.

It’s hard to write about breakups because seemingly there isn’t much to say. I mean, yeah, ok, there is, but what will I say? It’s a paradox seeing that I’m in the midst of writing a long piece about breakups. It also doesn’t go with the fact that if it weren’t for breakups, most music we would be listening to nowadays would be instrumental. So, let’s agree that there’s a lot to say about breakups but at the same time there isn’t – life is complicated like that. I can say that I am hurting so much but how will I transmit this pain to you, the reader? The longing, the pain, the regret, the heaviness on the chest at 2am, when you wake up from a dream where she still loves you, and you realize reality is here and she doesn’t anymore. She used to, a lot, but no anymore. No more “good morning” text messages.

And what can you say anyway? “Time heals”. “Many fish in the sea”. I spent all of summer 2012 depressed in my room, what a waste. Sleeping on the pillow she bought me for my 25th birthday. A 90s boombox she once found and gifted me on a random morning where we said goodbye with a kiss, five months before she dropped the bomb on me – if to quote the Gap Band.

On the morning of June 5th 2012, after she spent the night over at my place, we just kissed and she got into her car and left to work. It was just another goodbye. How was I to know it was the last one ever? That it’s the last time I ever see her? The last time I see her in a world where she loves me? In a world, in a galaxy, where she has love for me in her loving heart? I thought about this moment for so long, about our last kiss – not knowing it is our last kiss. Maybe she knew already? Just a kiss and she left. I was clueless. Like I always am.

In university, I studied about Martin Heidegger the philosopher. The professor talked about a word in German named “Ableben”. Like many others in Deutsch, it has many meanings, one of them is “Came to an end.

I see the word as the following: “An idea that came to an end. An idea that died. The idea that was between her and me, love, has come to an end. Suddenly, one side decided it is over, and the other side must deal with that.

And that’s something I learnt about breakups in the sad year that I had since she said the words that ended up meaning “it’s over”. Breakups are TOTAL. That is why they are so hard to accept, why it’s so hard to let go. If you don’t accept the breakup you’re not in tune with reality. But reality doesn’t ask you. It’s a madness, like The Stranglers called it in their song “La Folie”. It’s crazy to think and cry about someone all the time, dedicating all that brain power to someone who, maybe on a good day, dedicates you two neurons. Why don’t you do something better with your time? It’s like dancing on a grave.

And here is the realness of “Ableben”. It’s not like somebody died. It’s an idea that died. It’s so abstract. No more good morning and night texts. No more emails that come in the right time in the middle of the day, filling you with love and hope. No more I love you’s, no more kisses and hugs. This all came to its bitter sad end at a certain moment.

I thought a lot about the moment in which love dies. I understand it’s a long process, stopping to love someone who you love dearly. You don’t stop loving in one second. But it feels like it’s some epiphany, some inner switch that you go to sleep loving Amir and you wake up not loving Amir anymore. And it’s so hard for me to fathom how you can stop loving someone you’ve shared so much with, that you were such close friends and lovers.

And it’s crazier that I lover her still, as I write these lines. Of course, not as strongly as I loved her last year, but I still love her. I’ll always love her, even if I don’t know who she is right now, she’s changed. I can feel closer to the woman in the grocery shop than her. And even though I am mad at her and understand that breakups exist and it’s part of life. I still can’t understand how you do that to someone who you call a friend. I stopped caring about the singing of the birds in the morning, and that’s the greatest loss.

And the memories, my my, the memories. They keep playing. It’s like self-torture. Some streets I won’t dare walk through in Tel-Aviv. The bench from August 2010 here we kissed on our first date. When something new was happening and nothing was ending. I still miss her and who she is and what we were. Our long hugs every time we met. And I regret my actions that led her to another’s arms. And still I bite my lips whenever I pass by that garden where we shared our first kiss and look at the empty bench and grass and try to understand that feeling that is so amorphic, knowing that something is dead and that something else, new, has begun, and that new thing is the most beautiful thing in the world but you’re not part of it, you’re dead in the water; for me the new thing died, and I continue staring at the “Game Over” screen.

#writing #love #heartbreak #sadness #romantic

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nickgerlich · 1 year ago

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Word For Word

I have always been a reader. It started when I was a kid, and my parents started buying Hardy Boys mystery books for me. They captivated me, and although I did not know it at the time, planted a seed that grew into a voracious appetite for the written word.

One look at my house, and you will see the results. My library runneth over.

But even heavy readers run up against the constraints imposed by the modern world, which means there is never quite enough time to read as much as we would like. Audiobooks addressed that problem, because we could listen to someone reading the book to us while on the morning commute, while working out, and on long auto or airplane trips. It may not be the same experience of turning pages, smelling the ink, and falling asleep on the sofa with the book on your chest, but it gets the job done.

Amazon saw that future when it bought Audible in 2008. While audiobooks are forecast to reach 10% of the global publishing market in 2027, an admittedly small share of the market, it is still lucrative enough for anyone willing to chase it.

And that is exactly what Spotify did last year when it announced it would add audiobooks to its music and podcast menu. The only problem is the Apple Tax. In order to listen to an audiobook, users must actually purchase it, which is completely unlike how we listen to streaming music (we basically rent it). Apple takes 30% of every item purchased in-app, and is not fond of workarounds whereby purchasers are redirected to another site to leave their money. With that kind of tax, it didn’t leave much money for Spotify.

That was a sucker punch for them. As it stands, Spotify users must leave the app, fumble around on the Spotify website to buy the book, and then listen to it in the app. But users had to know all this.

Not one to take things lying down, Spotify just announced it is going to start rolling out a limited audiobook listening feature to its premium customers. Choice will be limited to 150,000 titles, and 15 hours a month. The service already launched in the UK and Australia, and will be in the US by the end of the year. Basically, they are teasing premium subscribers with a sample, a lot like those samples given away at Costco and Sam’s on the weekends.

Fifteen hours is probably not enough time to listen to a long book, and I’m not sure if Spotify goes by calendar months, or billing cycles. If the former, you could start a book late one month, and finish it early the next. If the latter, you have to pony up some money.

I seriously doubt that Apple will budge on their tax either, especially in the case of Spotify, who happens to be its biggest foe in the music streaming business. Spotify is betting that once listeners taste and see, that they will be happy to fork over even more money.As for Amazon, they should be nervous, because the Spotify app is about as common on smartphones as the weather. There are more than 100 million users in the US alone. About 40% of Spotify’s listeners are in the premium category.

While Audible has enjoyed many years in the sun as the dominant player, Spotify is a formidable foe. Just ask Amazon about how well they are doing in the music business. Even if both play by Apple’s rules and share a sizable chunk of their audiobook revenues, there is probably still enough left in the margins to make their efforts worthwhile. For comparison, printed books typically have a 40% margin off list price, but big sellers can sometimes muscle in and get even better margins. The beauty of audiobooks is that they do not have to be inventoried, so every title sold is pure overhead-free profit.

This is a brilliant tactic by Spotify to keep users more engaged with the app. Their foray into podcasts keeps me on Spotify for a minimum of two hours each day on my workouts, and more when I am on long trips. Whether I increase my listening because of the audiobooks remains to be seen, but it will certainly make my experience all the richer.

I’m blaming my parents.

Dr “By The Word” Gerlich

Audio Blog

#marketing #audiobooks #Spotify #streaming

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manonamora-if · 2 years ago

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My problems with this IFcomp judging thing was the requirement to rate minimally 5 games to be considered a judge. They should have raised the bar, like to become a judge you have to judge at least 15 games or more to make the judging process more fair for the entries. You have entries that have gotten more votes than some other ones which translates to raising their score compared to the other entries. It's NOT a fair competition neither real results this way.

There is also the "create an account" problem. There aren't many people who would want to go through the hassle of creating an account just to be considered worthy of casting their votes for the entries. Some others just don't want to disclose their personal emails to a one-time competition they happened to hear about from their favourite author that is participating on it. (useless rant this one).

The downloading of the games through zip files might work on a PC or a tablet but it's hard (more like a long process) for a smartphone to unzip the files and actually download the game (it's easier if the game file inside the zip file is apk at least for my phone)

Usual participants in the judging thing seem to be so biased towards certain genres/styles of interactive fiction that they can't judge new styles of interactive fiction correctly and fairly (I'm not trying to diminish their importance in the community of interactive fiction). If this games were played by the average or new players that are being introduced to interactive fiction,I'm pretty sure they would give a much more fair review/make the judging process much more fair than the one that we saw in the IFcomp (you mentioned once that you showed it to your mother,who has never played IF games, and she quite liked TTTT).

The game wasn't mediocre in the slightest (at least in my opinion sine I tend to gravitate towards innovative games) so don't think much of the ranking in this IFcomp.If you want to improve it's fine and all but don't beat yourself up over some ranking😊

Hi Anon!

If you voted for the comp, I think there will be some sort of feedback form passing around sometime soon. I highly encourage you to send your thoughts there. Or contact the IFComp via email (please do not spam/troll them, it's pretty much a one-person organising event, I don't want it to reflect badly on the Tumblr IF community). Especially about the site functions, I am 100% sure they want to improve how it works (they do have a play online button tho).

I do think there are good arguments for the first 2 points: 5 entries is not too much for people to consider being a judge (especially if you play 5 of the long entries, that's 10h at least of playing right there) and not too little that people can't flood one/two games with a certain rating; and registering ensures you don't get floods of bots/trolls to push a game up/down the ranking (it gives some resistance to it).

I don't know how they calculate the results, so maybe I am completely missing the mark here, but I like the itch Idea of adjusted scores, where they take the mean and adjust it by the median number of ratings per game in the jam (it's probably more complicated than that). That gives the change for entries that had less votes to be considered as much as the ones who got more.

Regarding the voting pool, it actually seemed like there was a shift this year. A Choice-based game won the competition (should out to The Grown-Up Detective Agency, 100% well deserved), and so was the top 4! Actually, even in the top 10, only 3 were parsers. It was also a more light-hearted game that won too (again 100% deserved, it is a great game). There are reasons why my entry didn't vibe with people (the Post-mortem is coming today), and that's fine.

If you want to diminish the bias towards one type of game/genre/etc in the IF Comp, the best way of doing it is by voting and push other people to experience those games and vote (like I did this year).

With your last point, I felt my feelings yesterday, I finished my post-mortem for the last bit of catharsis, I've gathered my feedback to improve TTTT so I can work on it later, and I went back to finish my translation.

#ask box #personal #ifcomp

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rawliverandcigarettes · 2 years ago

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Ask Game : ALL OF THEM !!!!!! Or, perhaps slightly more realistically, 💭 ! 👓! 🚀 ! 💥! and/or [INSERT PREFERENCE HERE] ! (they're all free choice, answer as many or as little as you like)

Hahaha yes that would be maybe A Lot (though I did have fun, these are good asks! I might answer more at some point!!)

I have already replied to some of them here!

💭 What inspires you and your writing?

I always found the "inspiration" questions to be really hard to answer, because I'm not always 100% sure what qualifies as inspiration to be honest? If I had to answer beyond the obvious (just living one's life, watching others live theirs, get involved with other people's art, learn cool facts about being alive and how we made it obtuse and complicated), I think my thing is to notice intersections, heighten them and push them in a direction that I can then observe? I think it's why I really like fan creation: there isn't the arbitrary part of making things up that could be literally anything, it's more about reckoning with particular feelings and exploring where they come from and what they mean. I think I create in a very... reactory way, if that makes sense? Which sounds awful put like that, but oh well!!!!

👓 What helps you focus when you write?

Two things!

Music and a drink of some kind (generally tea or coffee, but can be a nice cold something, or even alcohol in rare occasions)

NO INTERNET.

This second part is so crucial. As time goes by, I think I have a fairly decent amount of suspicion that I fall somewhere on the ADHD spectrum, and so the internet simply murders my ability to focus. I didn't use to be so bad, but two burnouts before hitting 25 years old will mess up a brain real good, and now I need my way out of the interwebs to do anything remotely productive.

I am so worried about the inevitable moment where my old phone dies and I *have* to get a smartphone.

🚀 Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?

It mostly depends on the story. If it's a short piece, I either don't outline or outline in extremely broad strokes.

When it comes to longer pieces, I do outline pretty extensively! I have developed a method that works extremely well for me and involves some sort of table that recaps what's going on in a given chapter, but also notes any crucial information we're supposed to learn regarding main character arcs, main plot and subplots. I only get to the table phase once I have a seriously good idea of what the story will be, which usually takes several notebooks to iron out.

Even then, the outline is pretty loose, and I know I will make adjustments while putting the actual words on the page --there's always something I forgot to take into account, or a narrative opportunity I didn't realize was there to begin with.

(also sometimes I forget what I put in my outline and remembers too late oops)

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

Oh nooooooo this is so hard!!! And what is hard about it is to only pick one!!!

So I'm trying to pick the one that would have the most positive impact overall, and that reflects my arbitrary bias the least (it still will, but I'm not picking something like "more salarians", which for sure would be great for me but wouldn't do much to enhance the story as a whole)

So. I love Mass Effect 2, I really do. It's my favorite of the trilogy, mostly thanks to its bold narrative design that was pretty revolutionary at the time, and its cast of amazing characters. But... I think the main plot kind of makes very little sense, and its connection to the rest of the trilogy is tenuous at best.

The thing I would change is that instead of Collectors reaping out humans colonies to make a Super Human Reaper, which is pretty stupid, Collectors are still there (and maybe still kidnapping colonists why not), but they are used as an inside job inside the Terminus Systems to stirr trouble and mess things up between different factions, increasing tensions between Council Space and the Terminus Systems before the invasion strikes. We can keep the whole game pretty similar, except that the danger is less in humans disappearing (which... ok mary sues why is it always about you) and more in "we are eating our own instead of being united against the Reapers when they do arrive". We could get a great peak of who are these people opposing the Council and why, and get a sense of the "dark" side of the Milky Way --which I think was always the intention, though it got a little muddied-- and why it still deserves to be saved. We can keep everything: the suicide mission, us being allied with Cerberus and questionning the Alliance, the diverse perspective of all these suicidal outcasts... And!!! That would justify giving depth to batarians, I did it, I made batarians part of my change without making it seem as if the one thing I would change is to write batarians in a better way!!!

(my other pick for those who are curious would be to rework Priority: Thessia and make it less sexist. I really think just reworking this mission would make ME3 overall less weirdly bitter --though toning down the sexism in the entire game also works)

And I'm throwing a wildcard generated by a number generator for good measure:

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

That one's pretty easy! Here's a snippet from The Empire of Preys, from the perspective of the one and only, our favorite eugenist, racist and misandrist space frog: Dalatrass Linron!!!

(it's not edited, first draft, etc, thread with caution --also Dalatrass Linron's first name is Nemore)

Nemore ignored the alien’s brutish sturdiness to return the salarian his defiant gaze; a pastel shade that looked like a discreet blush, an unbecoming secret. He was young, his clothes baggy and practical and unkempt; used to run away from the local city watch, his angles sharpened by the toll of constant revolt, or the streets, or long-term overdose. She wondered whether his mother knew where he was, if she knew about the imprint that krogan claws left on his skin and how it was now overpowering the imprinting on her; whether these claws ever dug deep enough to soil her son’s blood.

She clenched her teeth. Her crusade had never been about saving everyone –especially not souls desperate to sink themselves back to lower cycles. The Salarian Union was a collective struggle, but collective didn’t imply all-encompassing. Nemore was well aware of the sacrifices left to make. All those wayward girls and motherless boys; tragically lost, incapable of being saved.

She wrenched her attention away from the nauseating pair, and back at the crowd chanting her name.

“They’re too close,” Nemore murmured to her security chief. “Get them away from my people.”

Thank you so much, those are really fun!

From this ask game!

#asks #fanfiction #mass effect critical #mass effect 2 #halfway home #the empire of preys #batarians #dalatrass linron #yes the snippet is in fact about a salarian and krogan punk boyfriends #fucking up dalatrass linron's rally #and we do stan

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supertrainstationh · 25 days ago

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Well, here we go.

Y'all don't need to know when I wake up.

Anyway, its a clock. I have no interest in causing anyone to be excited about this so as to validate my purchase.

It's interesting to experience a physicalized piece of Nintendo interface in operating this clock, branding aside, it certainly feels VERY Nintendo.

My first morning I ironically woke up 10 minutes in advance, so I can't say for sure how the true wakeup experience is yet.

But I expect it will be effective.

Haven't set up all the networked and so on features yet, I'll mess with that tomorrow morning.

If you want an alarm clock, don't get this thing, much more practical and affordable solutions exist.

If you watch the reveal trailers and online impression videos of the product in use, and want a network Nintendo alarm clock with some interesting conceptual/design history more than you want 100 dollars, I don't expect you'll go wrong with this.

My impression of the fact that it exists in the first place…

there IS an actual market for higher end bedside sleep devices that incorporate alarm clock functions, of which Alarmo is one of the relatively cheaper options,

but the context as to why Nintendo would even BOTHER designing this let alone marketing it for this price…

I think Japan has a bit more of a cultural acceptance of stand alone single use devices made to perform a single job with a high level of proficiency, which would explain the continued existence of things like stand-alone digital word processors, when in the US, a laptop like device with no functionality other than word processing is an EXTREME niche interest being mass produced for the western market by only one boutique company at the moment.

I have a bit of an interest in horology and am willing to buy into the "story" of how this device came about, and how they came upon the solutions and compromises that resulted in the finished product, but I really wouldn't even pretend to argue that the average Nintendo fan would or should be interested.

The brightness of the screen does an impressive job of being visible and present in the room in displaying the current time, without being a distraction, whether during activities, or at night during sleep. Though the device design is striking, it doesn't draw a massive amount of attention any more so than any other bedside clock which would display the time at all moments.

My biggest complaint so far is that there dosen't seem to be a setting to have the alarm go off at a different time, or not at all, on the weekends, but the fact that it wants to know the actual calendar day of the year signals that this could come down the line with an update. That being said, I've done very little exploration outside of basic setup, this feature may have simply gone undiscovered by me.

I feel like I got my money's worth because I'm not contextualizing it in the sense of "how much entertainment will I get", as with a similarly priced Nintendo gaming product, but as a device I expect to use indefinitely. If sales numbers Nintendo down and they drop the price, I wouldn't mind more people being able to get this for less money, though I would be concerned that they would be discouraged from supporting it with additional themes, which have a lot of potential to add long term value to the machine.

I am concerned as to how long it will run if the power were to go out, one problem my smartphone doesn't have in terms of being able to wake me up. I haven't tried simulating a power loss yet to test it, though I know from the warnings it contains SOME kind of battery, but this absolutely intended to operate with persistent plug-in power.

My final score is: ITS A NINTENDO DESIGNED ALARM CLOCK out of 10.

#alarmo #a. griffin writes #nintendo

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cricutmachinemaker · 1 month ago

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How Do I Download Cricut Design Space?

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