#It reminded me of seeing Laz in public

[eggnog-spills]

I don't know man. You suck. You suck, and he sucks. And I know I suck too. I'm fully aware that I suck. So do they honestly, and her. I'll defend them with my life but they both Fucking Suck. And so do I.

Maybe we were all never meant to work and maybe we were but we fucked it up along the way. Either way, maybe not wanting to be around you isn't me cutting you out of my life because I can't stand you or anything of the sort. Maybe it's just throwing in the towel and moving on because I still have no idea what's best for me. And I can't risk fucking everything up again. For both of us.

[kaypeace21]

Mike will ‘come out’ to his mother (prediction/theory)

This theory began when I saw this post, which mentioned how Mike and Karen wore nearly identical shirts in s3- with the caption “Like mother like son”. So I went back to analyze the scenes where they wore these clothes to see if there was some form of symbolic importance . So let’s breakdown why I believe Mike will come out to his mother.

Karen at a young age,  married an older man, who was the ‘safe-conventional option’ .

He had everything that people told girls in the 50s  they SHOULD want. He was older, had money, stability, and came from a good family- so Karen chose to marry him, for stability and public image. Nancy even says in s1 “I don’t think my parents ever loved each other. My mom was young. My dad was older… but he had a cushy job, money, came from a good family. So they bought a house at the end of the cul de sac and started their nuclear family”. But now Karen feels trapped (by abiding by societies expectations of her) and is now in a loveless marriage and is merely staying for her kids happiness. She tells Billy , “I have a family I can’t do anything that would hurt them.”

Karen has resigned herself to her fate. She is a cautionary tale , and she hopes her children don’t make the same mistakes as her.  She tells Nancy, her other child “ People always say that you can’t that you shouldn’t…this world, it beats you up again and again until eventually I-

“…most people they just stop trying. But you’re not like that, you’re a fighter. You always have been. I honestly don’t know where you get it from.”

Nancy: ‘”I get it from you.”

Karen :” Well, where-ever you get it I’m proud of you. That you stood up to those shit-heads.

Nancy: “Mom?!” (shocked and impressed)

Karen: “Yes those shit-heads!”  She says this with tears in her eyes, . Mike  also says “shit” like 8 times this season. One example was to the mindflayer/Billy “go to hell you piece of shit”).  And Nancy’s catchphrase since s1 has always been “bullshit!” They really do take after their mother.

Karen: “If you believe in this story… finish it.”

Mike: Is also trapped in a het-relationship that at a time would be perceived as the healthier- rational-conventional choice.

The fact, El and Ted both love the same laz-boy chair is another parallel, that both Karen and Mike are in loveless relationships. He tries to ignore his feelings for Will because “people tell you, you shouldn’t , you can’t”. He wears almost the same yellow shirt ( that Karen wore during the speech to Nancy) . Mike yells  “it’s not my fault you don’t like girls” then sees Will’s face and immediately regrets saying it, and tries to ½ apologize.Mike literally closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath before trying to explain and rationalize what he meant.

”I’m not trying to be a jerk. Ok?

He pretty much explains, this is just the way things are-boys fall in love with girls, get girlfriends, and that’s just a part of growing up, as people/society has told them over and over (heteronormativity).

BUT We’re not kids anymore.” I mean, what did you think, really? That we were never gonna get girlfriends? We were just gonna sit in my basement all day and play games for the rest of our lives?”

-When he confesses to El : “They do say it makes you crazy…A feeling … yeah, like, something… like OLD PEOPLE say it sometimes”.

His reaction to the breakups pretty much tells us his true feelings, he wants to be in love with El, because that’s what society says is best (and what he think is a part of growing up), and what would be best for his public-image. But his actions speak louder than words.

I don’t think it was a coincidence after Mike lost Will twice the first person he goes to for understanding and comfort is his mother. Did I mention I STAN Karen with all my heart and soul! XD

- And Mike and Karen’s s1 discussion may be foreshadowing of Mike coming out to her in the future. The first time I watched it, it reminded me of a (good)coming out.

Karen: “I’m not mad at you.”

Mike: “No?”

Karen: “No, of course not!”

Karen : “All this that’s been going on with Will, I can’t imagine what it’s been like for you. I just … want you to feel like you can talk to me. I never want you to feel like you have to HIDE anything from me. I’m here for you okay?” (she even emphasizes the word ‘hide” - which is heavily queer coded). It reminded me of a parent being supportive of a coming out! She even holds his hand after this statement! But Mike lies right after this and goes back to see El (who was in his closet). He wasn’t ready for THAT discussion. But one day he might be… (hell the way Mike shyly/nervously avoids eye contact during the whole conversation only to nod unsurely at the end- makes the subtext even more clear). 

Also I’m not the only one who thought Karen’s reaction ( that awkward blink) to Ted’s joke about Mike ‘not being with a girl’ meant something… right?

Maybe (in s4) Karen will be getting divorced and give Mike advice to follow your heart (instead of what people expect of you, and not make the same mistake as her)- and this spurs his coming out.

And if you say about the shirts , “it’s not that deep, sis” or “you’re reaching.”

UM... Do you guys not remember how the Duffers used a literal blue hair-tie/bracelet to connect Hopper to his daughters?!!!!

Sarah after losing her hair due to chemo, couldn’t wear her blue hair tie anymore. So Hopper turned it into a bracelet which he wore on his wrist in every episode (for the first 2 seasons) starting from s1 ep 1. However, when Hopper (in the last ep of s2) received the official paperwork making El his daughter- the very next scene with El had her wearing Sarah’s blue bracelet. This was to signify that Hopper finally accepted El as his daughter , which is why he was willing to give the blue bracelet “back” to his daughter. All of s3 El wears the blue bracelet- and right before Hopper ‘dies’ we see Hopper and El holding hands (as the bracelet is wrapped around both their wrists) connecting them. And in the last ep of s3 , we see that El still wears the bracelet, and starts to wear Hopper’s flannel shirts again (despite getting a makeover) as a way to feel closer to him again. And the shirt she’s wearing is also THE SAME SHIRT from s2, which she holds tight to her chest thinking of Hopper!

So yeah, thinking these yellow shirts with vertical stripes - symbolize a connection between a parent and a child isn’t that far-fetched. XD

 gif credit: 1st gif from bylerly, rest mine

[magic-marvel]

I Love to Hate You

Chapter 8

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

Pairing: Peter Parker/Spider-man x Reader

Summary: You don’t know what it is, but seeing him breathe makes you want to punch him in the throat.

Word Count: 1280 (sorry its short ive had such bad writers block)

A/N: im a hot mess yall but i got a surprise coming along with this chapter

WARNING: talks of parental death

“So you gonna give me your evil backstory or what?”

You were strapped back onto the bedpost of the expensive looking bed. Even more so strange, you were bleeding and sweating all over a very expensive looking duvet. The people periodically taking care of you didn’t seem to mind you dirtying the sheets, let alone really caring how frantically you pushed and shoved the wooden post. Scratches and splinters littered the finely polished finish, making a once beautiful peace of woodwork look like something out of a high school woodshop class.

The man in the white suit, which you dubbed “The Voice” since he has yet to give you his real name, was in your room. He sat in an armchair at the corner of the room with his legs crossed and his hand on his chin. He had turned the chair towards you, keeping a scrutinizing glaze on you through his metal framed glasses.

“Oh no, no no.” He kept nodding his head, driving his point further. “This isn’t up to me.”

The Voice waved his hands in the air, signifying the entire situation is not his doing. It was odd, seeing as that he seemingly ordered the men around here. He even walked around the place as if he owned it, so who exactly is really behind this?

“But, my dear, I’ll tell you this,” He pauses, getting up and walking uncomfortably close to your side. He smiles down at you with a much too wide grin, the yellow of his teeth peeking through artificial whitening. “I do enjoy seeing your father suffer.”

He suddenly grabs onto your face, squeezing your cheeks so hard it forces your jaw open. You squirm, kicking as far up as you can reach but fall short of actually hitting him.

“You know, you are a spitting image of your mother.” He turns your face, eyeing different angels as you shout and spasm. None of this deterring him in the slightest.

You began to kick more, forcing your back and legs into uncomfortable positions to even graze him with the toe end of your shoe. You hated how loosely he talked about your mother, as if he knew her.

“You know, despite everything that’s happening, I’m not a complete asshole.” He released your face, backing away before you can flail at him once more. He no longer smiled as he spoke, merely focusing his gaze out the tall window next to the bed. “Your mother was a wonderful woman, shame what happened to her.”

You said nothing.

It hurt, hearing this man tore into your father’s character over and over again, only to have a sudden soft spot for your mother. What she went through was horrendous, a public debacle that ruined your childhood and all memories you had left of her. The person you are now is different than who you would have grown up to be had your mother still been alive. And here this man is, talking so casually about a woman as if he is going you a favor.

He is a complete asshole.

“Well, time is almost up. Let’s hope your father doesn’t make the same mistake twice. It’d really be something if he lost both of you due to his own incompetence.”

He left the room, simply whispering a quick “two hours” to one of his henchmen before closing the door. The sound of the lock clicking was enough to send all the tears falling, choked sobs finally forced themselves out as you attempted to create a now hazy picture of your mother in your head. You couldn’t remember how her nose contoured, how thick or thin her eyebrows were. You barely remembered the curve of her lips, remembering vividly the red of her lipstick.

You were alone, losing the very memory of your mother’s image. It hurt more than any punch or kick you received while under The Voice’s care. Almost hurt as much as losing her that day.

Almost.

--

“I can’t risk it, Rogers. That’s my kid in there.”

Peter stood by Tony, listening to all the Avengers plan out how they are going to deal with the hostage situation. Everyone was suited up and ready to go in a moments notice, not a single zipper unzipped or lace untied.

Except, for Tony.

“We don’t know what they want with you, what if they kill you!” Steve argued, hoping to change Tony’s mind.

“And what if they kill her.”

The room was silent. No one wanted to consider that outcome, especially with the severity of your physical state in the video. It was a very real possibility and no one in the room wanted to voice it.

Peter had said nothing so far, only listening to everyone argue about what to do. It was very unlike of them to be so divided in their plan of action, especially since they worked so well together that planning never really took more than an hour or so, merely to go over formalities.

But as of right now, everyone has been up and running for 10 hours straight trying to come up with anything that everyone can agree on. The frustration was really beginning to show, especially on Steve’s face. For being team captain, no one really cared for his ranking for who’s plan is best.

The only thing everyone could agree on, however, was that Tony should wear his armor.

He did not agree with that sentiment.

“Listen, I get you want her out the safest way possible, but how are we expected to trust some guy to promise to keep her safe. He hit her on camera without a second thought and yet ‘promised’ her safety? It doesn’t add up.” Natasha chimed in, trying to convince Tony that he shouldn’t keep up his end if they aren’t keeping up theirs.

Peter tapped at his thigh; the metal gauntlet of his Iron Spider suit made a quiet tick tick tick noise against his leg. He didn’t even notice the noise, but then again, no one in the room noticed much when there was a much more pressing matter on their hands.

“I’ll get her out, I’ll even bring out some heads for you to bowl with later.” Bucky spoke up, full war getup. The tick of his upper lip and deep furrow of his brow was a tell that he was holding him back immensely, but Bucky Barnes was willing to let The Winter Soldier out if it meant that you would get home safely.

“That’s a hard no from me, Barnes. We got no info on the inside or security measures. If you go in alone, you might not come back out.” Sam reasoned, reminding the group that there was safety in numbers.

“I need to be the one to go alone, get my girl out and we can go from there.” Tony tried once more to convince the group, but various groans of disapproval shut him down quickly.

Peter was tired. He heard enough from everyone trying to solve this with little to show for it. He felt as if the only way to actually get anything done was to have one person go in quietly and get you out. No one finds out you even left, and no one gets sacrificed.

So, Peter got up from his seat and left the room without turning a single head. F.R.I.D.A.Y. inquired as to why he was leaving the building, but he had Karen hold her off as he set off into the first rooftop. He memorized the address and had a GPS route mapped onto his HUD.

He’ll get you back before they even finish arguing.

Chapter 9

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[lejeannedarysworld]

MASTERPIECE PT. 1 [Taehyung x Reader AU]

[TAEHYUNG POV]

I stared at the ruined canvas before me after I accidentally smudged the wrong color into it. It was a disaster, and I hated it. The lack of inspiration kept on haunting me for days, weeks even. I haven't sold a single painting in a month and it'll soon drain my savings if I don't get my sh^t together. I usually sell my paintings at a good price that could keep me sane and with three decent meals for a few months. But now that nothing's been going right ever since that night, I started panicking. I threw the paintbrush away and stomped towards my kitchen. I couldn't even go out because it was heavily raining outside so I opened myself a bottle of beer to calm my nerves when my doorbell suddenly rang.       Ddaeng!        

I opened the cam and checked who my untimely visitor was. I almost choked on the cold beer I was drinking when I recognized the doe eyes staring back at me on the screen.        I opened the door immediately without hesitation. Aside from her beautiful face that welcomed me, i notice the suitcase and a couple more bags with her. She was drenched in rain.          "Y/N..."   

   "Taehyung-ssi... c-can I come in? I have no w-where else to go." She was chilling.           "S-sure." I said and opened the door wide. I quickly placed the beer bottle i was drinking on my table and ran back to help her with her bags. I took off her jacket that was dripping wet on the floor. "What happened?" I asked. I lend her my extra slippers and went to my room to get a towel.             "I was kicked out of my apartment. I spent the last $2 in my pocket to take the bus and... your house was the only place that I could think of." She said. I stopped what I was doing for a while when i heard her voice. I quickly took out the purple towel folded inside my drawer and went back to the living room where she quietly sat.                We weren't really friends, in fact we only met once. Truthfully, we had an unforgettable encounter that was so good, we chose not to meet each other again.              She was my "first" and the best. That's why i couldn't forget her face. Irene worked at a diner as a waitress. I just saved her from a stupid ass customer who kept on asking for her just to refill his water when he could do it himself since the pitcher was right in front of him. I pretended I was her boyfriend and dragged her out of his sight. I didn't like how the guy was glaring at her always so I thought of waiting for her until she finishes her shift. She was thankful after that so we decided to grab a few drinks and before we know it, we were on each other's pants for a hot unforgettable night.        "Taehyung-ssi.. i know it's rude of me to just come here without-" she blurted out, breaking my trail of thoughts.        "It's alright. It's okay. You can stay as long as you want." I said right away, shaking my head to clear my mind from traveling back to the past. I handed her the towel, she uttered a silent thanks before she started drying her hair.           I went to the kitchen, grabbed a mug and was about to make some coffee when I saw her finish the whole bottle I was drinking earlier.        "I'm sorry. I was thirsty." She smiled. She's still the outspoken, carefree woman she was when I first met her. I put the mug back and opened my fridge to get two more bottles.       "...besides, I'm not the type of woman you'd really invite for coffee." She said bitterly before drawing the bottle up to her lips.       "What makes you say so?" I asked. I hope she's not thinking what I'm thinking. I've never really thought of her that way.     "Oh come on Taehyung-ssi, i know it well." She said before she purses her lips and gulps a good amount of the ice cold bitterness of the bottle she was holding.

    "Well then, you're wrong. I think you're amazing. You're beautiful and i'd probably ask you out many times every single day. The fact that you're only a waitress in a diner doesn't make me think you're any less than a woman who works in an office." I said, holding my bottle up for a toast.     I see that slight tinge of redness across her rosy white skin. "T-thanks...but..." she trailed off and joined me for a toast.        "So how are you?" I asked. Aside from her name and job, i don't really know much about her.       "I'm not working at that diner anymore Taehyung-ssi" she started. Why was she being so formal?     "I hope you don't mind, but I think we're in a stage where we can drop the formalities already Y/N ." i reminded.        "Fine. I'm working at a cake shop now Tae. I found this new love for sweets and desserts and I've just discovered a new talent for decorating cakes. And since i just started, I won't be getting my salary until i finish my training period of two weeks. My landlord is not that patient... That's why I'm here now." She shared as her smile faded, I'm guessing she's happy about her new job.     "Really? Well then tell me where it is so I can drop by to get some inspiration. I'm really stuck on something right now I couldn't draw anything." I confessed.          "Right, I remember. You're an artist. What's wrong? Why don't you go out to more public places like the park or beach so you'll have fresh new ideas for your new painting?" She said. She was starting to warm up, i could remember how good our conversation was the last time that I ended up inviting her here at my place since the bar was closing already. It was 3 in the morning when we ran out of beer, too drunk to continue talking but still wide awake to be sleeping. She was supposed to go to the bathroom when she tripped and landed on my chest instead. It was such a perfect timing on a perfect day, with the perfect girl. All the opportunities came knocking straight on my door, so I gladly opened and welcomed it. It was one of the best nights of my life, and it was not just about the sex. It was about how she made me feel during that night.          "I tried. But my mind was stuck on something for days, weeks that I couldn't think of anything better than that." I said, gazing at her and remembered how we were in the same position we were the last time. She was sitting on the couch with her legs crossed while I on the floor, leaning against my table facing her. She's grown utterly more beautiful than the last time I saw her.            "Stuck on what?" She asks.       "You." I said right away. We became quiet after that. We were both guilty at something, so we both decided it would be best to stay away from each other. It was a one night romance, and that should have been it but we were both guilty of feeling something after so... yeah. I couldn't stop thinking of her ever since that night, and here she comes, one month later telling me my house is the only place she could think of.     

Damn, I'm getting butterflies.           "Taehyung, you know it was nothing. We were both drunk." She brushed the topic away.            "Were we really? Look into my eyes and tell me it was really nothing. I thought we both felt the same thing." I said, not taking my gaze off of her.        "Well what do you expect me to do that time? Ask for your number? Can't you see what my customers see me as? I can't trust my feelings based on sex Tae. Don't tell me it's your first time hooking up. I know how the world works, and-"        "It was."      "Excuse me?" She asked, and it was my turn to blush now.         "It was my first time, Y/N . You were my first that's why I couldn't forget you. I didn't know what to do because I'm as inexperienced as-"       "What?! Oh sh*t. Sorry. Wait. You mean to say you... what the hell Taehyung!" She yelled and threw a pillow on my face.        "Hey stob it, What are you so upset about?" I asked as I got up and sat on the opposite side of the couch as well.        "I can't believe i had the best sex of my life with a newbie. You've got to be kidding me, how did you become so good?" She blurted out and her flustered expression made me chuckle.     "I'm an artist baby, of course I'm good with my hands. The rest are my hidden skills waiting to be-"     "Oh shut up will you. I can't believe it." She grunted. We both fell silent before we bursted laughing.         "Why do I find this revelation funny afterwards?" She said, laughing until she's out of breath.     "Admit it, I'm great in bed." I said and got up to get more beer.        While I was opening the bottles, i noticed her opening her bag. She took out a shirt and I mentally face palmed that I've forgotten to offer her some dry clothes to change into. She must have been feeling so cold already.        "Oh wait, I'm so sorry I forgot to-"      "No, it's fine. I mean, i came here without notice. Can I use your..."        "Sure...sure...go ahead." I said and she went straight to the bathroom. I went to my room to get an extra blanket. She can sleep on my untouched bed and I can just stay here on the couch.     When she came out, it's as if all the sparks i felt for her that night were ignited. She looked so hot dressed in a white plain shirt and short shorts that hugged her tiny curves.            "You can sleep in my room. I'll sleep here." I said to her before I could say anything else.         "Oh no, I don't want to trouble you that much... I can sleep here on the-"            "Stop being so stubborn and go to bed already." I said and she sighed defeatedly.         Thank you for coming back, I thought to myself.               It wasn't even 12 in the midnight when I heard my bedroom door open. I opened my eyes and was surprised to see Irene tiptoeing towards me.          "Did I wake you?" She asks. I shook my head and got up.       "Not at all. I can't sleep either. What's wrong? Is the AC too cold?" I asked.       "No... but i think i could help you with something in exchange of letting me stay here." She said. I rubbed my eyes as I tried to process her words. Her face was suggesting something and i didn't want to misinterpret it in any way.         "How?" I asked and turned the lamp on.     Her face brightens up with a smile that the light coming from the lamp became useless.              "Paint me."               "Really? You'd be my model?" I asked again. I've never thought about it but her beauty was perfection. It would be a masterpiece.       "Of course. If you want to... that is. I mean I'm not saying im picture worthy but-" She said.    

   " Are you kidding me? My hands have been lazy for months." I said and dragged her to my room. I set up a new canvas and sharpened my charcoal pencil quickly while she gets ready too.           "So how should I pose. Do you want it to be close up? A whole body portrait? I have no idea really.. " she chuckles after trying a few poses.           "Would you mind lying on my bed?" I asked.               "Sure." She says and hops on my bed enthusiastically. I guided her arm for a better position when she asked me one surprising question.             "Have you thought about nude painting?"

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Batfam Content War: Halloween week edition: Second Prompt Celebration

(S/I OC reincarnation into a female Dami thingy no one asked for because why not, who has psychic powers for no reason, and in first person because I felt like it. Steph seems like the only one celebrating here, if only a little, but that’s just because of when I placed this)

“Brown... why, exactly, are you and my sister in my bedroom?” I ask, despite already knowing why, hearing it from her own mind. I’m still not used to that, even though I have had said ability for all of this life. Plus Cassandra’s mind just feels strange in comparison to other people’s.

Being reborn, biologically at least, as a girl was strange. Being reborn as a female version of a male fictional character was stranger. Being reborn as a female Damian Al Ghul Wayne, having to deal with all the shit Ra’s, Talia, and the entire League of Assassins put me through, on top of somehow being born with psychic abilities that the real Damian didn’t have? Yeah, that took some getting used to. Also, long hair- I always wanted long hair, but it was curly and I was bad at caring for it and- anyway. I sorta decided since I wasn’t even remotely comic book Damian, I wouldn’t try to be, although it turns out some of those traits were... uh, “trained” into him... and thus me.... there may of been a whip involved... yeah.... still having trouble trying to call people by their first names when not in mask, real or a figurative one for the public eye... it’s a work in progress. On the plus side, my relationships with people are better than they were for Real Damian at the beginning! Plus I sort of made friends with Ivy and Harley, which is nice. OH, remind me to tell you about that time with Mad Hatter- rambling while getting off topic, right, sorry, habit from my past life that decided to stick around.

Weirdly enough, being a girl did not stop the “heretic” from being a dude... or from killing me for that matter. I have to tell you, a sword through the gut is a REALLY painful way to die. I though I would either go to the afterlife or reincarnate again, or at the very least go through what happened in the comics with my body being taken to Alpaca...Apolka... ah, screw it, DarseidLand™, planet and home of those happily enslaved, but I actually ended up as a ghost, and just sorta haunted everyone for a bit before they brought me back by Zattana and Martian Manhunter. I kinda think I remember that happening to Harley Quinn in one comic I heard of... don’t quite remember...

Right, anyway, the timeline I’m in is sorta a mesh of post crisis, new 52 and rebirth, or at least I think it is. Most of what I know of the comics are from wikis, fanfics, tumblr and youtube, so... Wait, none of this has to do with why Stephanie in my room! Well, and Cass, but she’s a ninja and she’s not saying anything yet. All she is doing is watching me- worriedly. Ah, good, she knows what I’m feeling.

“Well, you got brought back from being all ghosty just a few weeks before Halloween! Plus there’s a costume ball a week before that, so I decided that Cass and I would help you get costumes for both of them!” Steph replied cheerfully. “So, what do you think about one of your costumes being a fairy princess?” Now, here’s the thing. I like Steph, I really truly do. She’s practically as much of a sister to me as Cass, and she gives great hugs- did I mention I’m a huggy person? Another difference from Real Damian- but... Okay, let me be blunt. There are times she does not seem to realize I am a living person and not a dress up doll. Don’t get me wrong, some dresses are actually as comfy as I previously wondered if they would be, but I don’t want to wear one ALL the time, and since I remember my past life, wearing make up is just... weird and somewhat uncomfortable, and while I have put up with it before for the sake of bonding, I’m just.... tired. Since I came back to life (again) all I could remember was my deaths- yes plural- over and over again. My first death, then several I forgot about that simply led to being tossed into the laz pit, as well as my latest and most violent. Cass seems to understand my plight, and goes to reign her friend in, but I speak up before she could do more than grab Steph’s shoulder.

“As you said, Brown... I just got brought back from the dead. Both of those things you say I need costumes for involve pretending to be happy and okay when I’m not even capable of pretending to be.“ As I say this, she winces, as if she didn’t think of that- she probably didn’t, really. Most likely just thought “oh, Dami’s alive and it’s halloween, let’s give her a childhood stable even though she just came back from the freaking dead!” or something like that- and the glass of water on my nightstand shattered at some point. Wait, maybe THAT is why she winced... I feel the frown on my face turn into more of an annoyed pout than anything else while I psychically lift what shards I could see. I’d hate for Titus or Jasper (So I named the cat after one of my cats from my previous life  instead of after the omniscient butler, sue me!) to step on it... the water would have to be cleaned up by hand though, I’m bad with hyrdokinises.

“Okay, how about this then... we all get costumes, your brothers included, AND either get a bunch of candy, or have Alfred make us some treats, and we stay up and have a movie night wearing halloween costumes?” Steph tries again as Cass takes my garbage can out of under my desk and holds it so I can put the shards into it. “... aaand we can have cheesecake!”

Darn her for knowing my weaknesses. “... Can I pick the movies?”

She gets off my Hello Kitty themed bed- why are you looking at me like that! Hello Kitty is a cat, and I just happen to like animals is all! It totally has nothing to do with trying to live out my own Damian headcanons or anything like that!- and pets me on the head “Sure you can, kiddo! Oh, and literally everyone knows about your so called “cheesecake weakness”. You keep making it when you stress bake and you offered at least one slice to everyone you know.”

... stupid psychic powers acting out when I’m stressed.

(that got a little bad there, don’t think I can extend it further without derailing, but I’m tired and also working on a college paper so whatever, this is going to have to do. I’ll post it on fanfiction either later or tomorrow or something)

[swelldomains]

Nothing Personal: Why Personalized Search Never Really Arrived (and maybe shouldn`t)

With Google's customized search feature bringing a lawsuit to the Plex earlier this month, it asks the question, ummm what Google personalized search? It resembles the old ABC commercials, I can not see the difference ...

Back in very early 2007 there were many boatloads filled with buzz about Google incorporating a lot more 'individualized' results right into the index, changing on a feature they called 'Google Look Record' by default for many searchers.

The Yoast screenshot reveals some standard statistics list that would create the basis of an individual searcher profile.

A bit later that year Google's over-employed product-name-change board put a brand-new label on boring old 'Google Look History' and also christened it 'Google Web History'. Then they had the rounds to state the name change was to show that indeed, they're spying on us, but for all the appropriate factors, simply to serve us far better as individuals, commercially, and besides, if they just stand outside our open home window as well as look in, is it truly so bad ... you know, if they have the windows?

All of this 2007 customization conjecture was very substantial in the not-much-is-ever-all-that-significant world of Search Engine Optimization. Some feared the skies was dropping, that personalized search would ruin Search Engine Optimization for life, others praised exactly what looked like a rational progress in the development of the best online search engine the world had ever recognized (wow, a lot dramatization because sentence I'm on the edge of my laz-e-boy).

But right here, in 2009, the impact of personalized search has been subtle, if visible at all. Simply some barely apparent distinctions in SERPs, mainly based on whether you're logged right into your Google account or not. And truly, the SERPs kinda simply look like they're the same however with websites you have actually been to before placing much better, or regularly. As late as November 2008 nevertheless, sector heavyweight Bruce Clay forecasted that individualized search results page, search intent based SERPs, would just actually start appearing in the wild over the initial fifty percent of 2009. That's nearly nowish.

The November 08 article is similar to lots of, numerous very early 2007 discussions:

' Position is dead - going forward you're mosting likely to need to check out analytics, measure traffic, bounce rates, action, etc. SEOs will need to ask themselves concerns like:

- Did I obtain the conversion I was after? - Did I really deliver on the pledge of Search Engine Optimization?' - Bruce Clay

Have the past two years been examining time? Are we about to see personalization struck the mainstream? Much more importantly, would that be a good idea for the surfing public? Or is that an unjustified assumption somebody made once and also after that just got championed with meaningless marketing meeting after brainless marketing meeting?

I may not be the initial to presume this concept, as customized search wased initially released by Google more compared to 4 lengthy Web years earlier, however probably the reason they have actually been so sluggish to incorporate it is merely due to the fact that it fails to produce a far better experience for the searcher, or Google Incorporated for that matter.

The conspiracy theory theorist side of me believes that in fact, personalized search might deteriorate Google's brand overall, if it's executed too well.

When individuals most likely to an internet search engine it's because they are trying to find a piece of details, and also they aren't sure where to go to get it. Simple, yeah? The search engine directs them. Offer individuals some credit rating, they understand the search engine is not the keeper of the knowledge, that it's just the key-holder, the gatekeeper, the stay-puft marshmallow man, as well as that the actual web sites behind the Google drape are things that really show you things and entertain you.

Personalized search has the idea built into it that if I have actually used a resource before, and I liked it, I may want to use it once again. This is reasonable - but should it indicate that website is worthy of to turn up regularly or be provided priority in basic when I do a search? If they show up, they are familiar, they are likely to be clicked - however does that mean they were the remarkable source? The idea is a little bit like how the mind works, with often made use of memory traces having the simplest to get to neuron activation degrees, therefore they self reinforce, however often cause just because they're so typically used, causing illusions.

In a fictional typical globe (Oxymoronica!), if a searcher recognizes a certain resource is likely to house the information they seek, it is just in the rare and momentary instance that they can't recall the name or LINK of the target source that they ought to choose to go to an online search engine as well as utilize it to aid their memory. Google has actually so penetrated our minds, instilled itself as the only remedy for any kind of looking online, that even if I know the target domain, yet I don't understand the precise URI, I simply browse Google. On-site search engines usually suck anyhow, right? That is the existing power of Google's syndicate on every idea that relates to search âEUR" but it's not difficult that points could transform, that giant websites like Facebook might educate people to search at the web site level itself, though it stays the exception.

If Google continues to comply with the concept that search personalization is inextricably connected to support of previously discovered resources (which, of training course, they could not, proven with the ability of transforming their minds), then they will certainly be properly reinforcing the branding of other certain resource sites in their SERPS - a few of us searchers have little itsy-bitsy highly prominent minds (oh ... hi), and repeating is the only thing that a brand name needs in order to be remembered. It's nearly inevitable that this will add to a part of customers learning how to go straight to the branded resource, as opposed to through a Google proxy each time. Intuitively the effect may appear to be little, yet little traits matter when you scale like Google.

It might also be risk-free to state (or totally harmful) that searchers, the huge bulk of the moment, intend to use online search engine to locate new resources, which putting simply the opposite before them an increasing number of commonly is going to cause dissatisfaction. The online search engine simply will certainly not appear to be serving its most standard purpose. The more smart the personalization the better? Google will certainly never ever recognize if I seem like a specific angle or viewpoint, which just humans can truly connect with a domain, and so any automated attempts they make at going from a semantic analysis of my query, to a certain web site that has a free style beyond matching message will certainly constantly be, at most ideal, a not-extremely-well-educated hunch. Could they think up functional and beneficial means to use the customization information? I 'd be a fool to put anything past Google, yet magic, I do not expect.

In 07, Danny Sullivan theorized that Google desired to rise close as well as relaxing with customer information over time, and search personalization belonged of this parcel, if not an end that the various other individual data collection was a means to.

If traits resurface in 2009, old disputes will come to be brand-new again. Unlike Google's previous statements that the Google Toolbar would not be used to impact ranking results, they disclosed that Toolbar data would certainly be utilized to gather web record info, which would be used to directly impact customized search results, as well as thus rankings. Genuine privacy problems were yielded ... yet then Google quit chatting concerning it, the SERPs barely changed, and SEOs et cetera of the globe obtained back to typical (okay the remainder of the globe never ever really seen).

Beyond privacy problems, will a possibly blind push to personalization on Google's component really damage the searcher encounter? Will it strengthen internet user actions of going straight to their favored resources rather than Google initially? Thanks Google, for reminding me that I such as actual sites a lot more compared to you, as well as if my memory is functioning well, I don't really require you half the time - however by the exact same token, shame on you Google, you've made my browsing encounter much less diverse, as well as you've ended up being less of an egalitarian for my webmaster friends worldwide. Boo.