#I wasn't trying to start a fire merely point out a trend

[crossedbeams]

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not here to stir up shit, but what was that post about?! Whining that people who you don’t share an opinion with do whatever they want to make it special to them? Why? Can’t you be responsible for your very own experience? Would it be so hard to let everyone be and enjoy things nevertheless? I wish everyone the best experience possible, but not if it means someone else has to change their ways, no matter what you personally think of them.

I disagree anon, and I thought quite carefully about how I worded that message because I categorically do not think I have the right to decide how anyone experiences fandom. I do think however that when a trend becomes so pronounced that the fairly extreme measures I take to manage my own experience in a positive way (my blacklisting/blocking/dash discipline is extensive) still fail to filter out habit, it’s worth speaking up. I don’t want or expect my thoughts to dictate to others but it never hurts to ask a question and raise a perspective. A healthy fandom should encourage discussion, disagreement even, and my expressing my opinion doesn’t mean that others aren’t entitled to hold another. 

And this wasn’t personal. At all. It wasn’t aimed at anyone, simply the habitual linkage of DD & GA in all things. I would very much like to enjoy a little lite Gillovny friendship fuckery on the side of my other interests. But I don’t want it as my main meal. And I don’t enjoy it being forced into every dish I order, diminishing my ability to enjoy the main ingredients in their pure form.

It’s irrelevant whether or not DD and GA are dating/have ever dated/may date in the future. My issue is with viewing either of them solely as they relate to the other. It’s the fandom equivalent to copying an irrelevant colleague into every work email, or adding someone’s spouse or mum to every group chat you have them in. 

I’d never congratulate my best friend for a good performance by sending her a gif of her boyfriend/a mutual acquaintance giving her a thumbs up. Because that would be weird and belittling, viewing her only as she exists in relation t him. I tell her good job because she did a good job, irrespective of the rest of her life. Now obviously Gillian and David work together, have history and that shared history is integral to the fandom, so to a point I expect them to be linked, but when the majority of the conversation I’m seeing about the solo work of one is evaluated in reference to the other despite their being no actual link… well that sits badly with me. 

I stand by what I said, because I do think the balance is out at the moment, and while I doubt my saying so will do more than attract this sort of anon, I still feel that saying something is the right thing to do. Let people’s achievements define them, instead of viewing them as attachments to people to whom they are or have been personally or professionally linked.

[atsunflower]

Rated: SFW

Author notes: *sigh* for the third time the damned app ate up the tags. This one took me too long and I'm excited for write about my man suna again. This is also pretty different from what I'm used to write, but why not? Please enjoy your reading.

Warnings: cursing, substance usage/mentions, break-ups and me trynna be funny.

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He looked at them with expectation as the beats smoothly faded, indicating the song's ending. 

If he were to be honest, the pair before him was a pain in the ass, but their opinion was that important because, when it came to music, they were the best at it. He felt no shame nor jealousy in admitting it.

"Dunno, the hook sounds like a Vice headline ta me." The bleach-haired male said, hearring the song's outro blaring through the studio speakers.

"Isn't it a Kid Milli reference, tho?" The other asked while munching a chip. He frowned at them, not understanding their point.

"Whatever. You two are no help anyways." Hearring their bullshit, the brunette already regretted this collab. He paused the queued song, turning to the other two with a blank stare.

The twins before him snickered, knowing they successfully hit a nerve. They couldn't help it, provoking Suna was one of their favorite hobbies.

"The song is good, but I gotta tell ya this butt hurt phase of yers is pretty lame." The faux-blond opened his mouth again, spinning around the studio with the desk chair. 

"Fuck you, Atsumu" He snapped, almost giving in to the desire of decking them both on the face.

"Tsumu's right, ya Lil Peep wannabe. Can't believe this break up ended up that bad." Osamu said in mockery, throwing the empty Lay's wrapper at him. He scoffed, disposing the wrapper on the bin before getting back at the screen to look at the FL studio interface.

"It's not that I have a broken heart. I just wanna know what's wrong with my life" He shrugged, blindly tacting over the desk in search of his Juul.

"Yeah Samu, he's just grieving over those fancy ass Dior Jordans. Sunarin is incapable of mundane things like a broken heart." His blond friend was partially right.

Suna Rintaro was many things: alt model, music producer, cloud artist and a decent volleyball player that almost went pro. But if there was something he could never be, it was a lucky man on love matters.

With his fair share of failed relationships, the artist could never pinpoint when things went wrong. It would always be the same: he would meet a girl, they would have a good time and then, the chick would turn out demanding as fuck.

In the end, every single one of them would slap him across the face and leave his life banging the front door shut like crazy — last week, it was Mika who broke things off, but not before setting his limited edition pair of jordans on fire. He would never get over those sneakers.

"Good for him, those kicks were kinda ugly." Osamu said in a bored manner. Suna felt his soul leaving his body.

"The hell, Osamu?" He was ready to fight, deeply offended by the attack at his taste in fashion.

"Yo, you two." Atsumu butted in, checking something on his phone "Y'all are drifting away from our problem."

"That is?" The other brother asked.

"Cheer up Sunarin before he fucks up with the Album." If Suna had the energy, he would kick both Miyas out of his studio "And I gotta the perfect thing. Let's hang out at Akagi's tonight, he just invited us." The already distressed musician felt the soul leaving his body for the second time that afternoon. He was sure both twins wished his death.

"Not a fucking chance. Last time I went there I almost died because of that weird stuff we smoked." 

"Aw, Sunarin, Kita'll be there too." The faux-blonde tried to persuade. The mention of their older, responsible and straight edge friend made Suna look at them with interest. But he needed more, though. Based on the last experience, he didn't have the will to risk his life going to Akagi's house once again. A shiver descended his spine as the male recalled how much he threw up that night.

"Suna, man, I gotta agree with Tsumu. Yer feelings are showing in your music." Osamu said as if he was some kind of genius.

"Isn't art about it, tho?" He deadpanned "Expressing feelings and shit?" He asked, staring them dead in the eye. The males before him shivered because of its intensity. Suna snickered.

"Man says art, but most of his songs are about the Nikes on his feet and the Tesla in his garage." Atsumu mocked "What the fuck?" The blonde barely dodged the moleskine thrown at him.

"Don't chew on me when you do the same, asshat. This is called character development." As unnerving the twins were, he felt a whole lot better in their company "Just lemme produce my sad stuff in peace."

"Cut us some slack, ya dumbfuck. We're just worried about ya." Osamu protested " 'Sides, no wonder no girl sticks by yer side. You know what the chicks find sexy? Seizing the means of production, not yer dumb car."

"You two are so la—" The musician was interrupted mid sentence, startled by the blond figure clutching his phone with enthusiasm.

"Oi Samu," Atsumu's loud voice startled the other two, as he excitedly fisted the air.

"What the fuck?" Suna asked, dropping the Juul on the floor.

"She'll be there tonight." The blond said, looking at his brother with a new wave of joy.

"The fuck? She who?" The brunette frowned.

"Ya gotta go and find out, man." The gray haired twin said with a knowing smile, matching his brother's excitement.

The night out felt somewhat draining. The booze, the music and the company were great, but his lack of energy was a mood killer.

Cheer me up my ass, Suna cursed internally as he observed everyone getting wasted all over the place. He grimaced at the sight, realizing the meeting with the twins was enough social interaction for the day.

He didn't know what's gotten into him. The male knew it wasn't necessarily caused by the break up, but he couldn't help the feeling down.

Right now, life just felt lowkey suffocating. 

Being a public figure meant being under the spotlights the most of time.

People talked.

People assumed.

Media was all over him, ready to catch a scandall.

And of fucking course his name was on gossip headlines. It even occupied a spot on twitter trending topics for a day or so.

"Fuck me." He said before the lukewarm beer went down his throat.

"Sunarin!" He heard Atsumu shouting from his right "I want you to meet someone!" And only now he noticed the blond had his left arm over a girl's shoulders.

Oh, that's the one they were talking about, maybe? the brunette realized. What's the hype, tho? He asked himself, eyeing your figure.

"[Name], this is Suna. Sunarin, this is [Name], best girl ever and the mastermind behind the visuals of mine and Samu's last album" The bleach-haired male said with a proud smirk, ruffling your hair. You were obviously shy.

How cute, the brunette thought.

"Dumbass, don't embarrass me in front of others!" You nudged the Miya with your elbow "Nice to meet you, I saw your name on TMZ last week—" You said beaming and he grunted.

I take it back. Not cute at all, the man internally screamed, not ready to talk about the recent events. He didn't even want to listen to the rest of your speech, your cheery voice went through his ears in a white noise.

"And this makes me really excited for your album. The interview about the collab with dumb and dumber was lit." You continued, the words were genuine and you seemed really interested "And I also relate on a spiritual level because I know working with them is hell."

Oh, she's talking about the album. He realized in relief.

"Yo, I heard good things about you too. The design of their album was hella sick, even though they two suck ass." Suna snickered when he heard Atsumu protesting. You only left out a giggle, joining him on the teasing.

The blond kept ranting about how bad of friends the two of you were.

"I didn't introduce y'all ta gang up on me. Bye, I'm finding another company. Ya two suck." The blonde Miya said, leaving only you and Suna in the sofa area.

"Uh, so…" He drifted off, trying to start some small talk

"Yeah..." You both giggled at the awkwardness "Not enjoying the night?"

"Too much happening right now. Lots of people talking shit 'bout me." He sipped the beer, grimacing at the stale taste of the drink "Hope they cancel me already. So all this shit dies down." Suna looked away, suddenly shy for opening up to a stranger.

"You're a famous guy and the break-up wasn't that scandalous. It'll be over eventually, just beware the sneaker cult." Your amusement was comfort enough. You didn't make intrusive questions about the events and merely joked it off. He felt so worn out by the situation but, at least, your presence wasn't overbearring.

"How is it everyone knows about the jordans?" You shrugged it off, laughing at the distressed face he mocked. Sighing in relief, Suna couldn't deny how refreshing your presence was. Not to be a jerk, but usually, the girls either were all over him or judged every single move he made. You were just that easygoing.

"Well, I don't think you came here to sulk on the sofa all night long. Why don't we join them by the pool and down some shots?" You hopped off of your seat, pointing to the glass doors. All the boys were waving at you two and suddenly, Suna felt a wave of joy run down his body.

Atsumu was right. Best girl ever.

At some point of the night, everything became about you.

All he could hear was the sound of your voice and all the time, his eyes were drawn to your figure. He couldn't figure out a reason for it, but the rapper wasn't complaining either.

A sharp pang at the side of Suna's head broke the trance he was in. Osamu had a shit eating grin on his face, eyeing the ravenette with amusement.

"We told ya so." The younger twin mused whilst he handed a long neck of vodka to the other.

"Stop. This is dumb."

"Yer dumb. But you ain't that dumb ta dare ta mess with her." The gray-haired Miya squinted at him, menacingly pointing the bottle in his hand at the brunette. The latter shrugged it off, opening his drink.

"Nah, I'm good." And he meant it.

But how could he explain the situation he was in?

Lips and hands wandered over the expanse of his skin. Everything was too hot and too good at the same time. Overwhelming, even.

He wanted more, more and more. There wasn't enough of you.

And if it wasn't unfair enough, his body felt lethargic. He was desperate, but couldn't keep up with the rhythm you imposed. Be it the alcohol or the stress, his body gave up and blacked out, even before you could undress each other.

In the morning after, a pounding headache woke him up. Suna didn't dare to open his eyes, but the morning breath fanning over his face was unbearable.

"I can't believe a cutie like you have a stinky breath like this." The complaint came out in a raspy voice, accompanied by an annoyed grunt.

Someone snickered on the other side of the room.

"Man, I didn't know you had the hots fer Samu." Atsumu was somewhere across the room, laughing at him.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Hearing the other, Suna's body jolted, dizziness made his head spin in the process. He felt sick in the stomach and the morning light made his eyes sting. "When did I get back here?" The male looked around, realizing he was sprawled over Akagi's floor, right beside Osamu, who didn't even squirm at the loud voices in the room.

"What do ya mean? We never left" Atsumu frowned, uncaping a water bottle he was holding "Ya puked on Kita and passed out. The boys were too wasted ta drag yer sorry ass back home so we all crashed here." The blonde was dumbfounded, trying to figure out how wasted Suna got last night.

Suna wanted to know too. After all, there was no way the events envolving you were a product of his drunk mind.

facts:

• Suna's artist name is yosemite.

• He has a Tesla Model S because of Frank Ocean.

• He takes his Nikes very seriously.

• No, not all of his songs are about the car and the kicks.

• He and the Miya twins got a sports scholarship because of volleyball, but they dropped out of school to make music.

• The three of them created Inarizaki, the label they're making music under. Kita and Aran manage it.

• Both Miya twins are beatmakers and music producers. They recently debuted as artists and now are making a collab EP with Suna, thus Atsumu's concern about the album.

[douchebagbrainwaves]

DEADLOCK WASN'T THE ONLY DISADVANTAGE OF LETTING A LEAD INVESTOR

A hacker would consider being asked to write add x to y giving z instead of z x y as something between an insult to his intelligence and a sin against God. For historical reasons, Common Lisp tries to pretend that the OS doesn't exist. Nerds would find their unpopularity more bearable if it merely caused them to be ignored. And curiously enough, taking rejection less personally may help you to get rejected less often.1 But aside from that, I don't think I learned this until college.2 Developers have been able to achieve filtering rates that approach CRM114's. History offers some encouragement.3 Indeed, being in trouble in their family can win them points in the world works harder at anything than American school kids work at popularity.4 Standardized paperwork will do away with the need to negotiate anything except the valuation, and that it is unfamiliar to programmers, and that it is. Below is the result of your feedback form is an instant giveaway.

So not only does the desktop no longer matter, no one who has more experience at trying to predict that, so I won't repeat it all here. He probably considers them about equivalent in power to, say, physical appearance, charisma, or athletic ability. They were good at design, and perhaps even more importantly, they were good at organizing groups and making projects happen. Whatever language people happen to be used to hack. Partly because teenagers are still half children, and many players who clearly shouldn't.5 Any society of that type is awful to live in. If people had been onto Bayesian filtering four years ago, one was supposed to work one's way up the corporate ladder was genuinely valuable, because big companies tried not to fire people, and promoted from within based largely on seniority. Nearly all the people we fund at Y Combinator use Apple laptops. Another probably even worse obstacle is that one has higher standards. But after a second's reflection, the answer seemed obvious. The surprising fact is, brilliant hackers—dangerously brilliant hackers—dangerously brilliant hackers—dangerously brilliant hackers—dangerously brilliant hackers—can be had very cheaply, by the sound, when there were already about 10, and they have to take less equity to do it will be whatever the startup can get from the first one to write a check, limited by their guess at whether this will make later investors balk.

Fortran are extreme cases, but even Lisp has changed a lot. Intelligence and wisdom are obviously not mutually exclusive. Thirty years ago, why wasn't everyone using it? Good programmers often want to do now. He'd seem to the kids a complete alien. The page was of course an ad for a porn site. That's a filtering rate of 92% with 1. What makes a language good for throwaway programs, which are often originally written for converting or extracting data.6

Why don't VCs start doing smaller series A rounds with no loss of quality. Whatever a committee decides tends to stay that way, you'd be running Windows. Whatever a committee decides tends to stay that way, even if most of the noise is whitish. 5 is more powerful than machine language.7 Even now, most people do work in which problems are put before them and they have to choose between them. So their numbers may not even be an accurate measure of the bugs in my implementation than some intrinsic false positive rate at the expense of the filtering rate as optimization, and decreasing false positives as debugging. The wise are all much alike in their wisdom, but very smart people, who are too mature to pick on nerds will still ostracize them in self-defense. Neither of the conventional explanations of the difference between the 20th and 21st best players is less than the measurement error. For deadlock, and partly so I don't know what the kids are doing to one another.8 John Nash so admired Norbert Wiener that he adopted his habit of touching the wall as he walked down a corridor. Wisdom seems to come largely from curing childish qualities, and intelligence as more closely related than we do.

Notes

Unfortunately, making physically nice books will only do convertible debt at a party school will inevitably arise. The tipping point for me do more with less, is a good grade you had small children to consider these two ideas separately. The threshold for participating goes down to zero.

The Nineteenth-Century History of English at Indiana University Publications. This trend is one you take to pay out their earnings in dividends, and that you should avoid. Two customer support people tied for first prize with entries I still shiver to recall. But it's telling that it would be to diff European culture with Chinese: what determines rank in the King James Bible is not really a lie because it's a bad deal.

In 1995, when we created pets. This point is that promising ideas are not in 1950 something one could reasonably be with children, with smiles and laughter. There is usually a stupid move, but they start to get all the other is laziness. The Mac number is a bridgehead.

Apparently there's only one founder take fundraising meetings is that it's fine to start software companies, but it wasn't.

Rice and Beans for 2n olive oil or mining equipment, such a statement would merely be eccentric.

In fact any 'x for engineers' classes sucked mightily. In practice their usefulness is greatly enhanced by other people.

Forums and places like Twitter seem empirically to work with me there.

If you have to resort to expedients like selling autographed copies, or some vague thing like that. I was not in the sense that there were, we met Aydin Senkut. This is a cause as it might actually be bad if that means is we can't figure out yet whether you'll succeed. I believe will be inversely proportional to the environment.

Thanks to Patrick Collison, James Lindenbaum, and Jessica Livingston for putting up with me.