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the-real-maglev · 5 months ago

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Now that I've beaten Cassette Beasts, I shall take a moment to commemorate all the greatest members of my team.

Marsia the Miasmodeus- Given that she was my starter, I would not be here now without her contributions. Started out as my main Bite user, however that torch was passed down when clear superior candidates entered my radar. I brought her along for the finale, however the rest of my team was so potent that she ultimately sat the fight out.

Mr. UU the Tokusect- The ace of the early parts of my playthrough, his Multi Smack and Clobber were unmatched at the time. Was replaced from the midgame onward, however his contributions were not in vain.

Levi the Lobstacle- My big tank early on, using Provoke and Elemental Wall to soak up more damage than anyone else. Also eventually gained Shield Bash, however that wasn't enough for him to make it into my final team. Was definitely a favorite for a good while though.

Freddy Fazbat the Scampire- All things considered, he was probably my single most powerful teammate. I didn't think much of him as a Springheel, however things started looking up once he became a Snoopin. The moment that really promoted him to stardom in my run, though, was the battle against Nowhere Monarch. All my other most valuable teammates were broken and my player character had fainted, but Freddy managed to finish the battle alone by using Gambit and spamming Bite to chew through the remains of Nowhere Monarch's HP. While he never achieved any feats quite that insane after remastering into Scampire, his Gambit-boosted Energy Waves and Bites could still sweep through many opponents with ease, making him my trump card if my lead doesn't finish the job alone.

Jingjang the Folklord- Took on Marsia's Carnivore sticker to abuse Abramacabra better, was a star player in the midgame and another one I chose for the finale, but ultimately he didn't come into play.

Brick the Galagor- One of my big two and arguably the protagonist of the run. When I first found them as a Stardigrade in the park, my hopes weren't high for their utility. They could certainly take hits with Provoke, however they didn't seem like they could do much back. But then, once I remastered them into Galagor and saw that ranged attack stat, things really picked up. Even then, it took a while for me to start favoring Brick over Levi and Jingjang... until Morton entered the picture, which I'll get to when I reach his section. Now, with Magnet and Hibernate in tow, putting Brick down is no easy task. On the offensive, Spray serves as great utility and Multi Shot is the main damage option they go with. For most of the game, they relied on Deja Vu Multi Shot as their big attack. However, late in, I gave them Headshot... which I only got one opportunity to use before the end of the game. As a cherry on top, I gave him Breathing Technique to mitigate the biggest weakness of being Astral type. Brick shall forever live on as one of the two team members who formed a duo so strong that they often won battles (including multiple ranger captains) before the rest of the team needed to come in.

Illu the Triphinx- The weird stat spread of Allseer immediately caught my eye when I recorded her, with the incredible power of Wonderful 7 only making me more entranced. Then you add Broadcast, Shield Bash, Close Encounter and Return Fire to get yourself another one of my MVPs as a Triphinx. Not much to this one, just a really strong ally who was a major component of me beating Aleph.

Lillie the Hedgehern- Not really a star player, however she's still a standout since she was the first Bootleg I ever obtained, having found her in the wild before I even got to the house that introduces the concept of bootlegs. She was Astral too, which ended up looking super cool.

Nimbus the Zeustrike- The bootleg I was given in the Bootleg tutorial. They were a Beast type, which had coloration that looked much better than the official one.

Morton the Liligator- The other half of the big two. Started off unassuming until he learned Doc Leaf and I got an idea as to how to put him to use. He wound up becoming a medic for Brick who could also pack a serious punch, also compensating for Brick's inability to do melee damage. Leech ended up being the core of his kit, the passive damage and healing being too valuable to pass up. I also gave him Plant Camouflage to possibly set up some Leech effects for free, as well as to get more utility out of Woodcutter. He's also got Doc Leaf to further bolster Brick's survival and The Old 1-2 for some heavy damage. Brick and Morton complemented eachother to such a degree that I didn't bother opening with anyone else. This was a bit of a problem in my mission to make sure every fusion I formed was different, since no less than three battles lead to the fusion of the two occurring against my will due to how fusion introductions work. Leech proved especially powerful against the Archangels, since their monstrous HP pools meant it healed more than ever and them having multiple turns meant that it could chip twice as much for the same amount of AP (Robin Goodman and Babelith did not appreciate this tactic). Brick and Morton were only separable by AOE attacks... a pretty glaring weakness I probably should've found a way to address, but ultimately it didn't come up much somehow. Even if the rest of the party changes, these two as my lead is bound to remain.

#cassette beasts

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lboogie1906 · 9 months ago

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He was born in Fort Dix, New Jersey. His father, Cad Harris, served in WWII and was stationed in Italy during the war. His mother, Gina Parenti Harris, became a “war bride”.

He attended Penn State University, where he played on the Nittany Lions football team. He was a blocker for the running back during his first year at Penn State, he amassed a career total of 2,002 yards rushing with 24 touchdowns and averaged over 5 yards per carry while catching 28 passes for 352 yards and another touchdown. He led the team in scoring.

He rushed for more than 1,000 yards in eight seasons, breaking a record. The running back tandem of Harris and Rocky Bleier combined with a strong defense to win four Super Bowls following the 1974, 1975, 1978, and 1979 seasons. He was the MVP of Super Bowl IX; he rushed for 158 yards and a touchdown on 34 carries for a 16-6 win over the Minnesota Vikings. He was the first African American as well as the first Italian-American to be named Super Bowl MVP. He was a major contributor for the Steelers in all of their first four Super Bowl wins. His Super Bowl career totals of 101 carries for 354 yards are records and his four career rushing touchdowns are tied for the second-most in Super Bowl history.

He married Dana Dokmanovich. They had one son together: Franco “Dok” Harris, who ran as a third-party candidate in the 2009 Pittsburgh mayoral election and finished in second place. His brother, Pete Harris, played football for Penn State.

He served as part of the advisory board of Penn State’s Center for Food Innovation and was named a Conti Professor by Penn State’s School of Hospitality Management. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

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mentalisttraceur-software · 1 year ago

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I can now wrap any in-terminal REPL program with

my custom history setup (histdir, synced with Syncthing, with inotify/etc watches pulling in new history entries as they sync in, with narrowing fuzzy search to grab/re-run/delete entires), and

my moderately customized vi-style editing, copy/paste, scrollback navigation, and so on (editing commands and cursor positioning are translated into a handful of practically-universal control/escape key sequences to send to the REPL)

all without any degradation/regression in the REPL's native interactive terminal features. Besides just being nice in its own right, this is a strong benefit by default over comint, where I'd otherwise need to find, wait for, or implement a language-aware+integrated mode on a per-language/per-REPL basis like. For example,

in Python's REPL I hit Tab and it auto-completes as much as it can, and then if I hit Tab more it prints out the available matches;

in Ruby's "irb", I get those litte live indicator updates in the prompt as I type, the completion candidate TUI Just Works, and so on;

in node.js, I get the live evaluation previews below my input line, the shaded completion candidates appearing as I type, and so on;

because it's just those programs running in a full-fledged terminal, and yet I've got my own history, line editing, and ability to move around in the output, because the terminal is implemented in Emacs and that opens some doors.

It's not perfect. In fact it's basically one big fragile hack (or multiple hacks, depending on how you want to taxonomize), and there's some things that this approach can simply never get right.

For example, the Node.js REPL treats right arrow and Ctrl-E not just as motions to the right but also as accepting the current completion candidate - but in order to achieve these wonders, I have to send those keystrokes to the program, so in Node I get suggested autocompletes committing into the input line when not intended... although it's amazing how little that bothers me (I barely even noticed at first) because it doesn't move my cursor in most situations, and I can just "d$" or "cW" or "R" or whatever when I don't want them.

Also, these quirks only happen when I'm doing my vi-style stuff. I can still drop down to just the stock REPL experience if I need to, by just using what I already know - staying in vi "insert mode" and bypassing any remaining keybinds with the same escaping/quoting/send-next-key-verbatim keystroke that I use everywhere else in Emacs.

Also, after using histdir for about ten days, I can already notice the performance limitations of the initial MVP - the brute-force, quickest+simplest solution was an O(n^2) synchronous de-duplicating load into a ring every time I start a histdir-using buffer. In these first ten days, my Eshell history grew from a blank slate to ~350 unique history entires, ~1100 total history entries. This now causes a perceptible (still sub-second, but now perceptible) delay. On my computer it's still "instant".

Deleting all but the newest call timestamp file for each entry brought it back down to seemingly instant on my phone, which was exactly the kicking-the-can-down-the-road technique I was planning to use to keep this MVP practical longer, and I think I can probably keep that going for a few months.

Of course, many optimization opportunities here are obvious, and I'll tackle them... basically once the slowdowns are bad enough to annoy me (unfortunately I am easily annoyed by perceptible latency which is directly within my power to solve; fortunately, some low-hanging fruit are practically touching the ground). Or before a public release. But speaking of...

None of this is cleanly separated out into its own reusable pieces, let alone factored to be as decoupled+composable+flexible as would be proper for public packages/libraries/tools. It's not even documented/commented - not even a little. One day, hopefully. Currently I want+need to focus my time and effort on a job search, so unless a living wage worth of donations materializes, probably not soon. In the meantime, most of it lives inside my .emacs file, which is public, and I'll flip the "histdir" script's repo from private to public as soon as I'm satisfied from usage experience that the current directory layout is good enough to be an official v1 (I'm like 99% there already).

I started implementing an MVP script for histdir 11 days ago. Then initial Eshell integration. Then added the ability to remove, search, and inspect histdir entries. Then reused the same stuff I already had for history fuzzy-find in Emacs in order to get really pleasant history removal UX. Then mirrored what I did for Eshell in Comint. Didn't like the Comint limitations and the need for language-specific enhancements to be as good as the stock CLI REPLs. Fiddled with sending raw tabs to processes under Comint, gave up on that. Did the first significant implementation on top of the terminal provided by Eat, but the approach was a dead-end: I was trying to annotate every character to distinguish terminal output from in-buffer edits, only send the in-buffer input when Enter or Tab was hit, and then track which characters in the output were actually part of the current input that were already sent and were echoed back so I knew to include them in the history but not in the next send - I eventually got it to the point that it basically worked for Python's REPL, but tripped over itself terribly in Node.js. (Each sentence so far was about a day each.)

Then, as of about 5 days ago, I started down my current path. At first it was just histdir integration. I had given up on vi-style integration and just decided to do the minimum: I needed to know where the input of a REPL started and ended, and copy the text out so that I could save it as a history entry. Okay, easy enough, basically every terminal REPL understands Ctrl-A and Ctrl-E for moving cursor to start and end of the input line - send Ctrl-A, wait for the terminal to redraw the cursor position, send Ctrl-E, wait again, and those two cursor positions are your start and end. And deleting is also easy, basically everything understands Ctrl-U (it turned out not everything in practical use today does - a couple years ago Reline had a bug with it and f.e. Debian's Ruby still ships with it), but Ctrl-K is basically the same thing (in the other direction) and works on every REPL I tested. Inserting a history entry into the cleared input text is just normal sending input to the process. Most of that first day was not spent on sending the control codes - it was figuring out why the cursor in the terminal and the "point" in Emacs weren't matching up, except sometimes they were, and it took me a while to really understand the behavior.

So then the last few days have been me incrementally going from "okay, just a couple teensy super-simple vi-style key-bindings for the whole-input-line-deleting stuff I already have" to "just one more vi-style thing that I can see how to implement now", and as my understanding of what Eat offered and how it worked grew, so too did my ability to see how this could work.

The biggest breakthrough was yesterday, when I came up with the approach of progammatically sending inputs to align the REPL's cursor with the buffer's point just before any editing operation. This profoundly simplified and optimized the remaining problem. Prior to that, I was thinking I'd need to translate every motion within the buffer when the cursor was in the REPL's input line into an input to the REPL to move the cursor accordingly. But then I realized that nope - we only need the cursors to be in the same spot when editing starts, and only in that moment do we need to check if the Emacs point is in the REPL's input, and determine+send how many left/right movements are needed to put the REPL's cursor there. With that figured out, by yesterday night I could move my cursor around freely with any conceivable Emacs command, not just keybinds that the REPL knew, and it automagically Just Worked whenever I started inputting characters into the REPL. It truly is magical. One of the few computer UX things that has felt that way to me, and the first one I've personally crafted.

Then today, spurred on by this game-changing approach, I implemented

, vi-style replace (both "r" and "R"), including hitting backspace while still in replace state to peel back the new text and get back to the old, going off the end of existing input and still being able to insert/backspace as you'd expect, being able to move the cursor while in replace state with in-REPL keybinds for moving the cursor and having the replace and backing out the replace work correctly (I had some help in the form of the Evil package automagically remembering the replaced characters in a little list in-memory) (I am sure there are some edge cases to be found in this, but I got it fairly solid in my testing, so at this point I'd be more worried about me having made a breaking typo or vi command keystroke that I didn't notice after all the testing and before saving+committing+pushing); and

full vi-style delete/change commands - any vi-style motion can be used to delete exactly the text it covers in the underlying REPL, (I have some concern about multi-byte characters and the like - but as far as I've thought it through, it should all Just Work so long as Emacs and the underlying REPL count things consistently) (again I benefitted a lot from Evil's design here - I was feeling like this would be a really big task, but it turned out to be a very small and simple one for the most part, because it turns out Evil had the same idea that I came up with when writing my vi-style window split management - you split your code up into "operators" which compose with literally any "motion" code which moves the cursor position / window selection / whatever);

oh and visual selections and registers Just Work, because again, these things just compose - vi-style motions move the selection around, Evil gives the operator the coordinates from the start and end of the selection (just as it would cursor position from before and after a motion), and then my custom operator receives that and takes moving the underlying REPL's cursor and sending key codes for things like Delete and Left Arrow to actually cause the deletion (and of course copying the text first, because in vi every deletion is also a copy for later pasting)

vi-style paste, so that's the standard "p", the traditional/BusyBox variant of "P" where the cursor stays at the front of the pasted text instead of moving to the end of it (because I prefer it that way, I find it a far more useful distinction), and my personal addition of "replacing" paste (which I've been binding to "gp" and "gP" ever since I implemented it for Emacs+Evil a few months back) - that is, you paste the normal vi way, but the text overwrites as it inserts, as if you were in replace state ("R").

And with that... I'm basically blissfully happy. I'd be blissfully happy just from having achieved these UX improvements. But also I never in my wildest dreams thought I would achieve them all this fast. ~10 days. Automatic history sync between devices (of course I owe most of that to Syncthing - all I did was make a questionable history storage scheme that works well with it), my preferred history UI/UX with fuzzy search (owe the initial big-picture UX inspiration to Atuin and most of the the in-Emacs implementation to Vertico and Consult), and full vi-style editing/motions (owe much of this to Evil for being a really good Vim for Emacs, plus I wouldn't be on the vi direction if it weren't for BusyBox vi), and literally every other personal efficiency I've made available within a couple of keystrokes in my Emacs (all because Eat did such a great job of bringing a better terminal emulator to Emacs, in a form that was more readily available and more amenable to exploratory hacking than something like vterm), for basically any shell or REPL.

#software #syncthing #emacs #vi #atuin sh #histdir

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cavenewstimes · 5 days ago

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Mike Tomlin says Joe Burrow is playing at an 'MVP-caliber' level ahead of Steelers vs. Bengals showdown

The NFL’s MVP race is taking shape as we gear up for Week 13. Quarterbacks Josh Allen and Lamar Jackson are among the front-runners to win the award, along with running backs Saquon Barkley and Derrick Henry. Bengals quarterback Joe Burrow’s name would undoubtedly be included among the league’s top MVP candidates if not for Cincinnati’s 4-7 record entering Sunday’s home game against the…

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904sad · 6 months ago

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Oh, look, Christian McCaffrey just got a contract that reset the market for running backs. Looks like the 49ers know who the real MVP candidate was after all.

#nfl #christian mccaffrey #contracts #mvp #running back #real MVP

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packernet · 10 months ago

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As the 2024 NFL season unfolds, the Green Bay Packers, one of the most storied franchises in sports history, find themselves at a crucial juncture. The team, under the leadership of Jordan Love, has shown a remarkable turnaround, demonstrating resilience and skill that has propelled them close to a playoff berth – a feat that seemed distant just a season ago.

Jordan Love: The New MVP Contender

Jordan Love’s rise to prominence this season has been nothing short of meteoric. Stepping into the shoes of a former MVP, Love has led the Packers with poise and efficiency. His performance against the Minnesota Vikings, where he threw impressive passes, underscored his potential and solidified his position as an MVP candidate. This transition marks a significant shift for the team, as they moved on from their previous MVP in a pivotal off-season decision.

Wide Receivers and Tight Ends: A Strength for the Packers

The Packers’ current roster boasts a young and dynamic group of wide receivers and tight ends. This depth has been evident throughout the season, with players like Bo Melton showcasing their talent, particularly in the game against Minnesota. The team’s strategy in recent drafts, where one out of every three picks has been a pass catcher, has paid off. This success means that for the 2024 draft, the Packers can focus their attention on other areas of need, given the strength they already possess in these positions.

Jaire Alexander: A Key Defensive Player

On the defensive side, Jaire Alexander remains a pivotal player for the Packers. After a brief suspension, Alexander’s commitment to the team has been clear, expressing his desire to continue contributing to the Packers. His presence in the secondary is a crucial factor in the team’s defensive strategies.

Future Matchup: Packers vs. Bears

As the regular season draws to a close, the Packers face decisive games against other teams. Wins for the Packers would not only secure a playoff berth but also demonstrate their remarkable turnaround from the previous season.

For fans and analysts alike, these games are a focal point in NFL betting picks, as they could go either way given the high stakes. The Packers’ upcoming performances are crucial for the Packers and NFL teams across the league, as they could influence the playoff landscape significantly.

Building on Depth and Resilience

The Packers’ journey this season has also been about depth and resilience. Injuries, a common hurdle in the NFL, have tested the Packers, but they’ve managed these challenges admirably. Players like Reed and Wicks have faced short-term injuries, while Watson and Musgrave dealt with longer-term issues. Yet, the team’s depth allowed them to absorb these setbacks without significant disruption to their game plan. This resilience speaks volumes about the team’s overall strength and the effectiveness of their training and medical staff.

A Focused Draft Strategy Ahead

Looking ahead, the Packers are poised to approach the 2024 draft with a focused strategy. With the wide receiver and tight end positions secure, attention will likely turn to other areas of need. The secondary, offensive line depth and the future at running back are key areas that may see new talent.

Green Bay’s history of identifying late-round talents suggests that they could find valuable players beyond the initial rounds. This strategy of building a well-rounded team will be crucial as the Packers look to sustain their success and adapt to the evolving demands of the NFL.

Conclusion

The Green Bay Packers’ 2024 season is a testament to strategic planning, player development, and the unyielding spirit of a team that is synonymous with resilience in the NFL. As they stand on the brink of a playoff spot, the Packers exemplify the blend of new talent and seasoned strategy, making them a team to watch out for in the postseason. Their journey this season is a narrative of revival, hope, and the relentless pursuit of excellence, characteristics that define the rich legacy of the Green Bay Packers.

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darkrider22 · 1 year ago

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3 days intramurals

day 1-The opening ceremony,10/25/2023

So it was the first day of our annual intramurals here at Kepler.I was part of the lightning jams team and I was exited. So,I woke up early, change to my team t-shirt, and skeedadle to the school.When I arrive,oh yeah it was chaotic alright,many kids were playing badmenton every where and when you look up you will just see bunch of shuttlecocks flying, it was a barrage.Some kids were just playing on their phones.We waited for us to go,when we were on the line we chanted loud and it was very fun.After that very loud chant we march onto Sungkal and chant alot like "lez go lightning". We finally arrive and saw our parents and sat down on the floor and chant again and again until the ceremony started and again it was fun.Then we saw the grade 1-4 dance and many band performances.We headed back to school for lunch.During the afternoon I participated in chess and not suprise I loss.So I rush to sungkal and played badmenton doubles and won,I was very happy.And thats the first day of our intramurals

day-2 The Games,10/26/2023

Ok it was day two and it was basketball,yes,I joined.During the 1st and 2nd quarter we were able to get a lead on the other team,3rd quarter it was close,oh yeah I forgot to mention that I was practically useless,during the 4th quarter we were behind and loss and there MVP was Tim of Golden Flames.Next,afternoon,I already mention that Me and Kevin won the badmenton doubles so we were on the next round.Are first opponents was Angela and Crimson,and we beat them with close scores,next was Niño and Mekaelle and we won again, we were in the championship and our final opponents was a both grade 5 there name was Joss and Liam and they were good that they almost beat us but Me and Kevin won we were the champions.And thats the second day of our intramurals.

day 3-Awrding,10/27/2023

The last day,this was the day we know whos gonna be the winner in this event. We started at 2:30pm and first up was the intruducing of the candidates for the mr. and mrs. Intrums,and the cheerdance my was full energy willing to lose their voices for them to win .And now the winners for the mr. and mrs. Intramurals and alot of Lightning jams contestans were winner we celebrated running and jumping.And now the winner of this imtramurals 2023 was (drumroll)Lightning jams I was filled ith hapiness I finally won. l also got an award for being the champions in badmenton doubles.And thats the last day of our intramurals.

-Farhan

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measuringbliss · 1 year ago

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Spider-Man Read-Through 017: Let's get smashed (ASM 116-118)

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So John Romita Sr. just died. A great artist. I don't need to tell you, by this point.

1973 is here! Now, as I said, I'm very familiar with the few upcoming years. But will I look at them differently? Hmm!!!

The issue recaps what happened last time, and it feels surreal to now see exactly what happened. It's pretty much how I imagined it, except slightly more complicated.

Richard Raleigh is back! Or rather, here. What's up with that?

Well, turns out issues 116-118 re-publish Spectacular Spider-Man Magazine #1 (that special in black and white!) but edit it to fit continuity. In the original print (of ish 116), Stan Lee explains that SSM#1 was published around an election year, and they felt like the new election year was apropos for a lil' lifting, handled script-wise by my baby Gerry Conway, and visuals-vise by John Romita Sr. naturally.

So let's read them!

Ah, Romita. Your art never disappointed.

Maybe it's my contemporary look, but this single panel on the right raises so many alarm bells it's hilarious. I've head that kind of words coming from my politicians. *sigh*

The GwenPeter drama continues, and with the recent realization that Romita worked on romances, it all makes a lot of sense.

Man, I'm sure I commented on that back when---

Yup.

It's very nice to see how much Romita's art improved (more perspectives! And the colors help him a lot too.

You know, as we get on to issue 117, I feel like Conway's writing is easier to understand for me, as-in, not difficult at all, whereas Stan's writing was often annoying to parse due to some expressions. You really see the difference. Of course, Stan wrote the original issue, but Conway pretty clearly rewrote pretty much everything.

We've got a new masked baddie, and he reminds me of when the Kingpin's son was the antagonist for a bit. I hope we get to see him and his mother again!

Back to the gentleman's club (with no George Stacy in sight, since he died), Norman is still interesting and Robbie continues to be the MVP.

Yeah, Pete, things haven't really changed.

...I'm saying that, but actually, it's the opposite in my country now. Presidential candidates are about appealing to the voting majority... that is, old people. That is, people who don't work anymore but support the government's effort to raise the age of pension YES THIS WAS A POLITICAL POST FROM THE START MUAHAHAHA no but seriously. OLD PEOPLE WHO AREN'T GONNA BE AFFECTED BY IT ARE THE ONES MOST SUPPORTING IT. what a bunch of assholes.

anyway.

The multiple references to Peter's ulcer make more sense now too! Forgot about that. Poor baby. (Honey you're about to live through the worst two years of your life, and I will be seated. With popcorn. Actually, I have a coke and crackers. Yes, it's not even noon yet. Who cares. I'm a freelancer. My schedule is random.

Robertson's digging into Raleigh makes him a prime target (as usual), so the Disruptor's about to attack him with the Smasher. But wait... Huh?

In the reader's letters, people are praising Gerry Conway and overall issue 113. Which. Yes. He gets the soap opera. He gets it!!!

In issue 118, Robertson tries his best against the Disruptor, and to be fair, his best is a whole lot. Of course, he isn't fit to fight him, but still!

As the final battle, rages on, those messages down there interspede, and it's a genius move. It wasn't present in the original and I've got to say, it's excellent. It gives pacing, foreboding, and foreshadows what's about to happen...

The Disruptor says "he won't run off with his tail between his legs like a jackal" and oh boy, did they know about the upcoming villain of the same name? It's a line present in the original, but I can't help but wonder...

Of course, the Disruptor was actually Raleigh all along (it couldn't be anybody else), which makes his behavior kind of wonky, but oh well.

This set of issues is fine, I love me some intrigue, and we get to see the supporting cast, but it lacked something. As to know what, exactly, I'm not sure.

In the letters, Bill Creighton complains that the supporting cast hasn't had much appearances recently (before the previous batch of issues) and Stan reassures him that Conway, as was already seen, is attached to showing more of them. He also teases a bigger part for Harry soon... and laughs maniacally. Muahaha.

#spider-man #comics #peter parker #read through

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wutbju · 2 years ago

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Robert (Bob) was born January 23, 1928 in Oak Park, Illinois to David Palmer Livingston and Augusta Emilie Lucas, college sweethearts from Monmouth College. He was born with a clubfoot but had surgery at two and a cast on for a year. It never held him back. He was very athletic and played football, basketball and baseball. If you met him you would never know especially with his "can do" attitude. In seventh grade his family moved to Washington Iowa to run the family farm. After graduating from high school in 1946 he enlisted in the army and was sent to Korea.

His job in the army was morning clerk but really it was to play football and his division won the Far East Championship with Bob awarded MVP. He always laughed about that because as the littlest guy on the team he didn't know how he got the award.

After his service in 1948 he attended Iowa State University studying Animal Husbandry intending to go back and run the farm. He had a good time at ISU and joined A.T.O. Fraternity enjoying the parties, dances and social affairs. Bob loved to laugh and make others laugh. He was like his father David Livingston "America's Funniest Farmer" and Humorist. All the while he had a deepening emptiness searching for a deeper meaning in life. In the summer of 1950 his brother Dave led him to the Lord sitting on a bale of hay in the barn, as a result he transferred to Bob Jones University.

During his time at BJU he was challenged to return to Korea as a missionary, a place he said he would never go again. He met Claire Beckwith in candidate school for The Evangelical Alliance Mission (TEAM). She was single and a RN headed for Pakistan as a missionary. She was unable to get a visa and Bob had prayed and told God he would marry her if she came to Korea. Indeed she headed for Korea right after the Korean war ended and soon after they were married in Japan at the annual mission conference as all the hotels had been bombed out in Korea. With no family in attendance other then their "missionary family" they wed and honeymooned in Japan. They returned to Korea to continue language study and Bob was involved in Tent Evangelism. A year later their daughter Ruth was born in Seoul.

His brother Dave was also a missionary in Korea with the same mission and they headed to Kang Nung on the East Coast of Korea traveling on gravel roads and riverbeds. They built 2 houses there and continued with the tent evangelism and planting churches. Bob and Claire left for the West coast where he was Station Manager for HLKX Radio, broadcasting into Korea, China and Russia and in English to the servicemen in Korea. In between terms in Korea he attended Grace Theological Seminary in Winona Lake Indiana and received his Masters in Divinity. His son Stephen was born in Washington Iowa while they were home.

When he returned to Korea he had several positions including holding evangelistic meetings in high schools, working with Youth For Christ and teaching Bible. After their term was over they returned to the States via a summer in Europe in a Volkswagen Camper, traveling to Israel where he studied for his Masters in Old Testament at the American Institute of Holy Land Studies. Prompted to leave earlier then planned by the Israeli government due to the impending "6 Day" war they left in December 1966 and ended up in Wheaton, Illinois.

Bob worked in the main Headquarters for TEAM for 2 years as Purchasing Agent supporting 1,000 missionaries worldwide. He then worked as Executive Secretary for the American Institute of Holy Land Studies. From 1972 to 1979 He worked with his father for Diversified Resources as Vice President and Sales Manager.

He had originally been ordained in the Presbyterian Church and in 1979 was also ordained in the Christian Missionary Alliance. They moved to Salem Oregon where he was Pastor of Administration at Salem Alliance Church, during this time with the CMA Bob and Claire ran a CMA Guest House in Israel for 4 years and also served as Recording Secretary for the United Christian Council in Israel.

They returned to the States to care for his widowed mother and worked for Williams Water Systems in his hometown of Washington Iowa. When his mother passed away in 1993 he served as Associate Pastor at All Nations Baptist Church in Iowa City for several years with a predominately Korean congregation. Still wanting to minister and not ready to retire in 1999 he accepted a position at Christ Community Church in Omaha Nebraska as a Minister to Senior Adults. He was also studying for his DMin at Trinity Evangelical Divinity School during this time. Bob and Claire celebrated their 50th Anniversary with dear friends at Christ Community Church. Finally at 81 years old he retired and moved to Grace Village in Winona Lake Indiana where he and Claire were very active in the community and loved to get out and enjoy the local area. They were blessed to celebrate their 60th anniversary there with family, friends and even some missionary friends who had been in their wedding in Japan.

One of the things Bob loved to do was to lead tours to Israel, starting in the 70's he began organizing and leading tours to Israel. For 40 years he has taken dozens of groups to the Holy Land. He loved the land and people of Israel. He loved to see the Bible come alive for believers and has baptized many people in the Jordan River including both of his children and 2 of his grandchildren.

After enjoying Grace Village for 10 years they moved to Athens Alabama in 2019 where their daughter lived. Claire passed away in 2020 at 96 years old and Bob lived independently until his death. He was full of personality and always a jokester and very independent up till the end, he was still driving up until 3 months ago.

Everyone who met Bob loved him and he loved them and he told everyone about Jesus. He loved reading the Word and would fill many of his last days praying and reading his Bible. His sense of humor, his smile, his encouraging words and his beautiful prayers will be greatly missed. One word that would characterize him is GRATEFUL, he was always so thankful for everything. He loved his children and his grandchildren and was recently able to meet his great grandchildren. He was a godly man who lived a great life, who touched a lot of people and couldn't wait to go meet Jesus.

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mazikomo · 2 years ago

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In Too Deep — Chapter 1, Diving In

You hadn't even wanted the job in the first place, but after being tossed into the deep end, you found yourself searching for just how far it's depths reached. Modern AU, Silco has a massive aquatic collection and it's your job to take care of it.

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Silco/fem!reader, eventual NSFW 3.7k words Modern day AU, slow burn, full tags on AO3

After an overwhelming response, congrats you got the job!

Some quick shout outs: @agoutighost for yelling (affectionately) at me to turn that little discord bullet list into a proper fic. @of-the-argonath for her outline brilliance and cheerleading even from her wifi-less travels. @x-amount-verbs for the excellent betaing. @ellztrash for putting up with me not shutting up about this and @straight-into-the-animus for providing feedback despite your ahem, feelings towards the rat man, best husband ever ilu. And finally, @steponmesilco for answering my million aquarium/marine life questions, and doing an authenticity check, you're the real MVP.

Hope you got your water wings on for this one folks!

From: [email protected] Date: August 24, 9:30 AM To: [email protected] Subject: Opportunity Ahoy!

To all associates,

We have recently been contracted by a very high-level client looking for an Aquarist to manage their extensive aquatic systems and animal collection. This is a full-time, on site position.

Overview of duties:

Nutritional planning for various animals, food prep, and feeding.

Monitoring animals' health and well-being, providing medical care as needed. There is at least one green sea turtle with Positive Buoyancy Syndrome.

Ensuring each habitat is clean while keeping the environment as natural as possible. Entering the tanks as needed. Scuba license is required.

Maintenance of all specialist equipment, including but not limited to, filtration systems, heaters, pumps, etc.

Hosting the touch tank and educating visitors during events.

Additional tasks as needed.

Due to the nature of the client's business, this is a solo position. The hired person will have the support of Buhru Aquatics as needed, but they alone will be in charge of all systems and care. Special accommodations and reimbursement will be provided as necessary. An extensive background check will be done.

If you are interested in this very prestigious position, please contact HR for next steps.

You read the email again as you sipped your coffee. Naturally, no one had volunteered for the position. As soon as you read the words ‘high-level client’ you had deleted the message and you knew your coworkers had followed suit. This led to a passive-aggressive follow up from HR stating, “If no one volunteers, a candidate will be selected who we believe to be the best fit. This is a very rewarding position that would be an honor to have!” which, of course, still received no response.

Two days later, they followed through on their threat and you were the “lucky” one who had been chosen. Honored indeed.

Sighing, you contemplated your now cold drink. The weak break room coffee could never quite fully do its job but you still found yourself needing it to get through the day. What little remained in your mug had grounds swimming in it, the sad state matching your mood. You poured the rest in the sink and thoroughly rinsed the mug as if dragging out the process would prevent the looming meeting with your supervisor and undo the future that had been chosen for you.

As you were drying the mug, your coworker Ekko came in and immediately went for the coffee pot. He was young, but there was a fire in him that you and many others saw. He’d probably be running the place within the decade.

“Careful,” you warned, “it’s extra crunchy today.”

He held the pot up to the fluorescent lighting to inspect it. Shrugging, he poured himself a mug anyways. Bad coffee was still coffee.

“What’s got you in a mood?�� he asked.

You sighed again and leaned back against the counter. “I’m the chosen one.”

Ekko grimaced. “Ouch, now who’s going to entertain me all day?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m sure you’ll still see me around.”

“I don’t know. Email said it’s a solo position so sounds like you’ll be drowning in the workload. I’ll probably never see you again.” He sighed and held his hand over his heart dramatically.

“Wow, way to lift my spirits,” you deadpanned.

“Who knows though? HR seemed pretty excited about this ‘high level client,'" he made air quotes with his free hand, “maybe there’s some nice perks?”

“Perks don’t pay the bills.”

“Yeah, and neither does our current wage but we’re still here. When’s your sentencing?”

“I have a meeting with Grayson in a bit so I’m assuming I’ll be starting next week or so? Hopefully they’ll give me enough time to make sure all my stuff here is covered.”

“Covered by dumping it all on me, no doubt.” Ekko joked. “Seriously though, I hope it’s not too bad. If anyone can handle it, it’s you.”

You gave a weak smile. “Thanks.” You glanced at your watch: three minutes past the scheduled meeting with your supervisor. An extra three minutes before you were thrown into the deep end.

–

You slumped down into a chair in Grayson’s office.

“Good morning to you too.”

“Sorry, morning.” You sat up a little straighter. Grayson was the one who had taken a chance and hired you at Buhru Aquatics years ago. You didn’t have a degree but your experience had impressed her. She was the best boss you’ve ever had, she looked out for her people and took care of you. Not to mention she could manhandle a full grown flatback sea turtle single-handedly. The woman commanded respect.

“I know you’re not happy about this new assignment. Yes, it's a big deal for the company but this really is a great opportunity for you as well.”

“What even is the job? The email from HR was pretty much a basic list of aquarist duties. When I found out I was picked they didn’t say much besides a congratulations and to come speak with you.”

Grayson rolled her eyes. “An assignment like this and they do the bare minimum,” she mumbled to herself. “For the most part, it is a standard aquarist position. The main difference is it’s for a large, private collection, and you’ll be handling all the day to day duties yourself. But I know you can handle it, which is why I pitched you for the position.”

That took you aback. “You pitched me, specifically?”

“Yes. Even if anyone had volunteered through HR’s call to action, I still would have pushed for you.”

“Can I ask why?”

“Like most private collections, this client has an affinity for ‘the bigger the better,’ especially when it comes to the predators.”

You groaned. “So a shark nut.”

“Yes, but that’s your specialty. The client was very clear they wanted someone who knew exactly what they were doing when it came to sharks. Maintaining harmony in a tank with sharks present is a balancing act, but you already know all this—that's what makes you the perfect fit.” Her head tilted ever so slightly. “Besides, don't you think those animals deserve the best we have to offer?” In true Grayson fashion, she knew exactly how to appeal to your devoted nature when it came to the job, and smoothly persuade you to her side.

“Who is this client, anyway? We’ve never handled private collections as large as this. Who can even afford it?”

Grayson looked you square in the eye. “Zaun Incorporated.”

–

Correct in your assumption, a week later you were standing outside Zaun Inc.’s new downtown building—the iron and glass monstrosity as everyone was calling it. Construction had lasted for years, and the final product was certainly… something. You didn’t have much of an eye for architecture, but to you it looked like art nouveau and the sleek corporate style of the surrounding buildings had a baby. Maybe with a little steampunk thrown in.

Never had you thought you would even step foot inside the building, let alone be working in it.

It wasn’t officially open yet. The outer construction was mostly complete, save for some cosmetic touches, but the inside was still in progress—with you being the latest addition. Apparently, Zaun Inc. and your employer had been working together for awhile already on the down low. The tanks and all the equipment to support them had been designed and set up by Buhru Aquatics, and only when things were finally ready was the aquarist position email sent out.

Unheard of in any corporate situation, things were actually ahead of schedule. Grayson had worked hard to ensure your transition would be as smooth as possible and you could hit the ground running… or swimming, as the case may be. The past week had been a whirlwind of preparation and briefing.

Luckily, most of the animals had already been introduced to their respective homes. All that was left was the client’s “prized pieces:" two sand tiger sharks.

Turns out, they happened to be the same sharks Ekko and you had been working with recently. Recently being only a couple of weeks, but the two of you had made remarkable progress in that short time.

It would be your main job to continue this success.

Loathe to admit it, you understood Grayson’s reasoning for choosing you for the job. Out of everyone at Buhru Aquatics, you by far had the most experience, and success, with sharks. Your father was a respected marine biologist, and as a child you tried to follow him to work as often as possible. Most everything you knew, he taught you—knowledge that you then had passed to Ekko as you mentored him. The two of you had trained dozens of sharks together successfully. However, this would be the first time you would be working alone. You may not have been overly excited about the job, but you took great pride in your work and welcomed the challenge. Those sharks would be eating out of the palm of your hand in no time… well, figuratively speaking that is.

Your phone buzzed and you pulled it out of your pocket to see a text from Ekko.

good luck today! Don’t forget us little guys now that you’ve moved up in the world

I could try and pull you up here with me if you want

yeah, no thanks

you okay moving the sharks by yourself?

yep! Just let me know what time to be there tomorrow

if they haven’t fired me by then that is

you mean if you haven’t killed anyone by then?

He may have had a point there.

As you walked into the building, your senses were immediately flooded. Somehow, the air inside seemed to be fresher than the air outside. Your shoes squeaked on the polished floor, and if you weren’t mistaken, it sounded like there was a waterfall nearby?

You had taken no more than three steps before your path was blocked by a large man.

“State your business here.” His voice was deep and you had to tip your head back to look up at him.

“I’m the aquarist.”

He made no move as he continued to stare you down.

You matched his stare. “I was told to report to the building manager, Ran.”

Without breaking eye contact, a tattooed arm brought a walkie talkie to his mouth. “Ran, someone in the lobby for you.” A garbled response came from the device, but it seemed to appease the man as his eyes became slightly less cutting.

“You’re the fish girl?”

“Yep. You the guard dog?”

His amusement was poorly concealed. “One of many.” It was then you were joined by another. They had a, well, interesting haircut, and based off the cuffed sleeves stained with grease, probably had been in the middle of something when you showed up.

The large man gestured to you as he spoke to them. “This one’s alright.”

They raised an eyebrow but the guard made no further comment.

A hand, a prosthesis, you noticed, was held out to you. “Name’s Ran. I’ll be your kind of supervisor, but not really since I don’t exactly know what all you’ll be doing. When it comes to personnel structure you’re a bit of a unicorn.”

“You mean narwhal?” the guard interrupted.

You grimaced as Ran laughed. “Not as terrible as your usual jokes Lock, I’ll give you that.” They turned back to you. “Basically, I’m your point person. You need something, you come to me.”

You shook their hand and gave your name in response.

“Come on, I’ll show you around.”

You fell into step beside Ran, only to freeze as you reached the top of the stairs and entered the main lobby atrium.

It was… well, it was amazing. The building’s exterior motif had been carried over inside and yet you were still surprised at what you saw. Coastal evergreen trees flanked the edges of the room, towering above you as they reached towards twisted iron and glass skylights. The floor was a neutral brown toned tile polished to the point that you could see your reflection in it. A staircase hidden amongst the trees to your left led the way up to an open walkway on the second floor. To your right, there was indeed a short waterfall that spanned the length of a long but shallow tank.

It was then you spotted what you knew would be your baby. A massive, four story tall aquarium. It loomed over you, somehow dominating the atrium but also blending seamlessly into the background. One might initially overlook it as part of the wall, but once you noticed it, it was impossible to tear your eyes away.

“Pretty cool right?” Ran asked from your side.

You blinked, having forgotten you weren’t alone. “Not what I was expecting, that's for sure.”

“You’re not alone there. We were all surprised when we saw the Boss’s plans for this place.”

An arched bridge over a small pond brought you to the central elevator—which was inside of an aquarium. Ran pointed to the main tank as you walked. “Second floor is visitor viewing, third is offices, fourth belongs to the Boss, and fifth is your domain.”

“My domain?”

“Where all the fish stuff and tank equipment is. Well, the majority of it. There’s some stuff in the basement but that’s mainly the research lab.”

You nodded as the doors closed behind you.

“The fourth and fifth floors require a code or key badge to gain access,” they held up their hand, “mine’s in my prosthesis, our head of security will get you set up with it all. Like I said, the fifth floor is your domain. If there’s ever any issues, call security, then me.”

The elevator began its ascent and you looked curiously through the glass. There were translucent moon jellyfish leisurely floating wherever the water took them. Not a care in the world and no idea they were in a groundbreaking mechanical and aquatic marvel. While you were impressed, another thought crept into your mind.

“This is going to be a bitch to clean.”

Ran laughed and you rolled your eyes. The elevator rose above the tank's water level and a few moments later opened to a hallway. You approached a large metal door and Ran scanned their badge again. “Here we are. We’ve been calling it the marina.”

As you entered, you immediately felt more at ease. To most, it probably looked like an array of pipes, humming machines, and open areas of water—the tops of tanks—but Ran was right; it was most definitely your domain.

“I have a surface level understanding, but I’m not even going to try and explain to you what everything is.”

“No need,” you responded as you walked around and took in everything, “this is all pretty standard stuff.”

Ran jumped as something splashed in the water behind you. Turning, you were pleased to see a familiar face poking out of the surface. It belonged to a green sea turtle by the name Enoch. Grayson had informed you that he and another turtle, Clarence, had been moved here from a local marine rehab facility and you were excited to have them under your care.

You approached the edge of the water. “Hey bud, remember me?”

Enoch eyed you curiously for a moment before darting back underwater with a large splash in your direction.

Ran spoke up from behind you, “He and the other one put on quite the show when your supervisor moved them here, took more than one set of hands to get them in. Hell of a woman.”

You smiled, standing back up. “Grayson can be intimidating, but she takes good care of us.”

“Well, I hope I can offer you the same. A lot of us building crew people have been with the Boss way before the company was even close to incorporated status. Some of us from even before there was a company at all. We look out for one another.” They grinned. “So as long as you don’t piss anyone off, you’re one of us now.”

“Damn, there goes my afternoon plans,” you replied sarcastically as you threw your hands in the air.

Ran snorted. “Ha, you’ll fit in just fine.”

Besides all the equipment and tanks, there was pretty much everything you needed; a small walk-in refrigerator for all the food, a locker room containing a brand new scuba suit, a private bathroom complete with a shower, and even a small office where you dropped off your backpack.

Ran opened the large steel gate next to your office. “You can take the freight elevator directly here from the back entrance at the loading docks if you want. That’s where we're headed now.”

“Aw, and miss out on Lock’s amazing jokes everyday?”

They snorted. “I’m sure he’ll be just as heartbroken.”

The tour progressed quickly after that. At the loading docks you met a few more of the maintenance people and worked out the details of where Ekko should go when he came with the sharks.

From there, you went to the basement. Just as Ran had said, a portion of it contained more aquarium equipment—mainly the salinization tanks—but the rest was set up for pharmaceutical research.

There wasn’t much of note for the second and third floors. The second was basically a continuation of the main atrium, and the third was a maze of cubicles that you had no interest in navigating.

On the fourth floor were two separate tanks that divided large conference rooms. They were dense with coral to offer privacy between the spaces, but otherwise seemed empty. Around the corner, you entered a smaller room that held a modest array of aquatic equipment and a long tank.

“I believe this is the only freshwater tank in the building. Boss’s office is on the other side.”

You stepped closer to the glass and observed the gnarled looking fish inside—you didn’t have much experience with piranhas, their nature far more chaotic than the predators you were used to.

“Your supervisor let me feed them a few times, never knew feeding frenzies were an actual thing until I saw it.”

“Me feeding them won’t interrupt whatever’s going on on the other side?”

Ran hummed. “If anything, Boss will probably schedule meetings during it to freak his clients.”

You laughed. “I don’t know much about the corporate world, but I guess at his level he can do whatever he wants.”

“You’re learning quick.”

You both gave the piranhas one last look before exiting the room.

“Okay, one more stop then I’m releasing you into the wild.”

Down another hallway were a handful of doors. Ran tapped them as they walked by, “Storage, storage, where the bodies are hidden, my office that I’m never in, and the main dog house.”

“Wasn’t funny when you came up with it, still isn’t funny now,” an annoyed voice added from the inside.

Ran ignored their comment and ushered you through the door. “This is Sevika, our head of security, she’ll get you set up with all that junk. When you’re done here you can head back up to the marina and get yourself settled.”

A prosthetic arm, similar in design to Ran’s hand, held out a tablet to you.

“This is yours, IT should have it all setup. Login and check your email, do whatever housekeeping tasks are there.” Metal fingers tapped a pin pad on the desk. “Enter in an eight digit code you’re not going to forget. And don’t make it your birthday.”

You opted for the date of your first free dive with your father. Even through the goggles, the pride in his eyes was something you’d never forget. He had watched you work so hard to get to that moment. You hoped he would have a similar reaction when you told him about your new position. Working for a private collector, especially a company like Zaun Inc., wasn’t where you had pictured yourself to be.

You were startled from your thoughts when a small item was tossed at you. It bounced off your chest but you managed to catch it before it fell to the ground and you made a fool of yourself.

“That’s your security badge, don’t lose it.”

You examined the small, unassuming piece of plastic and metal. It was equipped with a clip that you could probably use to attach it to the band of your watch.

“Is it waterproof?”

An unimpressed stare was your response.

“Hazard of the job,” you shrugged.

“Right… well I guess we’ll find out then, won’t we?” She leaned back in her chair. “That’s all I have. Main doors are open from 8am to 6pm, after that you’ll need your badge to get in. Any questions?”

You held up the sleek tablet. “Got any cases for this?”

Another look.

“I can guarantee at minimum this thing is going to get splashed.”

Sevika brought a hand to her forehead. “Buy a case and give the receipt to Ran, they’ll get you reimbursed.”

You nodded.

“Anything else?”

“Nope, if I think of anything else I’ll find Ran.”

This seemed to please the woman. “Alright, go do whatever you do.” You had just stepped outside the door when she added, “And take good care of those turtles, they were a bitch to move!”

You laughed, knowing exactly how temperamental Clarence could be when he was in a mood.

–

To your surprise, but delight, the badge chip worked immediately. The small action and the day’s tour had you thinking maybe working here wouldn’t be so bad after all. Off the bat, you knew it’d be long hours, but it was a relief to know money wasn’t an issue when it came to animal care and aquarium maintenance.

Only a few steps into the area and your face quickly fell from pleased to irritated when you saw you weren’t alone.

A man was there, hands clasped behind him and facing away from you as he looked over the opening of the main tank. Just what you needed, problems mere moments after you were sent off alone. You brought up your most authoritative voice.

“Excuse me sir, this area is for authorized personnel only. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

For moments, the only sounds came from the humming of the pumps and gentle lapping of the water, as something unknown shifted in the air.

“Seeing as I own the building,” the man casually drawled with a tilt of his head, revealing a red eye that bore into your own, “I’m authorized to go wherever I please.”

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thoughts-on-bangtan · 4 years ago

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Let’s talk: RUN Episode 135

by Admin 1

Today was the conclusion of this episode trilogy and we got to find out who would have to climb Mount Achasan much the same way Namjoon and Tae did a few years ago. The challenge? Each member entered a room one by one and chose one of the cue cards lying on a table (I laughed way more than was probably appropriate at how the PD tried to make them unsure of their card choices just to see what would happen) and based on what was written on the card had to hide a certain object. Once everyone was done, the hunt would begin though the only clue they had to go by was that the objects have something to do with K-pop and Korea.

Right at the start (before choosing their cards) we got Jimin with his hand under Tae’s chin talking about how, while Tae is great at keeping a straight face as he guards someone else's secret, it isn’t the case when its his own.

Hobi says that Tae will surely try his best today while Jimin points at Tae’s face saying that this is how he smiles when he’s lying. Namjoon adds that it’s a mysterious smile.

While choosing a card Tae reached out to his angels so they would help him figure out which of the three remaining cards he should choose. His angels said the second or third and, in the end, he decided on the third one, which turned out to be a Yoongi poster much like the ones they had in the after performance pictures at MAMA etc.

Another funny one was when JK was choosing his card. At first it wasn’t shown what was actually written on it, but once the hunt began, it was revealed that it was the cue cards which he, at first, decided to simply hide in his pants. Because of course. He even went to the bathroom to check if they were visible when he sat down or stood a certain way. Can we take a moment to talk about how his sweater made him look so big but once he lifted it to hide the cue cards, he was basically like half the size (which I don’t mean in a mean way or anything, just that his clothes were very “misleading” and we all know how JK has a tiny waist, you know?).

While Seokjin went in to pick up his card (he was last so only one was left), we got to see a conversation happening between the waiting members where Namjoon wondered if they’ll have to go through all the garbage bins. This, of course, made Jimin nervous since he hid his objects (a pair of jipsin) in two garbage bins. And it only got worse when Hobi saying the following:

Going back to Seokjin, we got to see that his object was last year’s Season’s Greeting box and honestly, he’s the MVP of this episode because his hiding place for that big box was truly genius. Galaxy brain type genius.

So, once all the objects are hidden the members have 30 minutes to find them. While Namjoon, Seokjin and Tae basically go to the same room, we watch as JK moves about to finally find a place to hide his object without the members noticing it. In the end he goes back to the room they were in for the majority of the episode and hides the cue hards on the PDs desk.

True to his words, Hobi really does check the garbage bins first and, of course, he ends up finding what Jimin hid there. This of course prompts the other members to go check any other garbage bin they come across.

Next JK, Seokjin and Tae all head up to the second floor where in reality nothing is hidden so they’re basically just wasting their time. Namjoon also finds his way upstairs and ends up finding merely a paper plane which he isn’t sure is one of the objects and yet he still takes it with him just in case, he also makes a mess spilling bedding (?) out of a closet type thing as he searches through it.

Jimin comes across a dried flower buquet which he decides is suspicious and thinks it might be one of the objects so he goes on to interrogate the other members and to see if they’ll agree with him. And yet, even as he tries to explain that perhaps it could have something to do with Korea, everyone disagrees and Jimin eventually lets the idea go.

Meanwhile Tae decides to check a trapdoor type thing in the ceiling of one of the room he entered with Seokjin, which in turn makes Seokjin nervous since it’s similar to the place where he hid his object. Kim’s sharing a brain cell for checking ceilings.

We also get Hobi trying to see if the jipsin perhaps belong to Tae, who says no, and then try Seokjin which gives us a moment that immediately reminded me of a Seokjin and Namjoon interaction in the behind the scenes of their Wembley concert where Seokjin is talking to some cameras or something while Namjoon appears next to him and whines about something, I’m not sure what, which leads Seokjin to raise his finger in a silencing manner at Namjoon, since he was interrupting Seokjin, and voila Namjoon did immediately turn silent.

Hobi giggles and repeats what Seokjin told him while walking off...just to approach Namjoon and ask him of the jipsin maybe belong to him, but Namjoon also says no and how he’s jealous that Hobi managed to find one of the objects.

JK and Namjoon check the elevator but find nothing though Namjoon notes that one of them could’ve gotten creative while someone else says ‘what a fool that’d be’ while Seokjin overhears them as he walked past the elevator and giggles to himself, pleased.

But he didn’t realize that Tae was right behind him and picked up on the fact that he giggled (and apparently also the staff?) and thus wondered why, deciding to also check the elevator. And yet, despite being smart with the ceiling before, he does check the elevator a bit more than Namjoon and JK had, but still ends up empty handed.

With five minutes left the PD gives them a hint that one of the objects is rather big so they take off with new energy to find it. Tae walks back into the cafe like room and says that Jimin had cold hands almost as though he’d touched the snow. In that moment we get a flashback to earlier where we get the following:

Tae reaches for Jimin’s hand and asks him if he went outside since his hands are cold. I’d like for us to note Tae’s thumb on Jimin’s fingers because I’m endeared, as well as the way Jimin looks at Tae told the end of that gif where he says “This is to fool you. Don’t be fooled.” In the background Namjoon suggests that maybe Jimin simply washed his hands instead. Not convinced by just holding his hands to realize that they’re cold, Tae takes Jimin’s hand again and puts it against his cheek, confirming that indeed it is cold and he agrees with Namjoon’s suggestion.

And yet, in the present, Tae has as though forgotten all about that and is rather sure that Jimin must’ve hidden something outside on the balcony in the snow. At one point the members even follow him outside, intrigued by Tae’s sudden conviction, and yet all it leads to is Namjoon watching him through a tilted window and telling Tae that the director said that nothing was hidden by any of the members outside.

Not quite convinced Tae asks someone off camera (please can we talk about Tae’s adorable red nose from the cold omg) who also tells him that there’s nothing outside. Tae basically fooled himself. And with that their time runs out and the hunt is over, the members gathering back again in the main room.

The PD asks the question of “Who is the most simple-minded in BTS?” and I was basically howling when Seokjin first laughed mid-sip and then both him and Namjoon turned to each other claiming the other as the most simple-minded. I’d like to very much object since both of them are anything but simple in most ways, as far as we know, but I still appreciate the moment and the shoulder and thigh touching, as well as Seokjin looking cute as he laughs and tries not to spit out his water.

We also had Jimin being a Namjin enthusiast basically telling (and reenacting with, kinda) Tae about what they just did while seeming very amused and entertained by it. Same, Jimin, same.

They laugh about that a little more while also pointing out how the maknaes could be very sneaky about their hiding places and eventually Hobi simply decides he’ll “test” every member one by one in a quest to figure out to which of them the jipsin belong. The first one is Tae which gives us a moment that I’ve seen some compare to a “similar” one from back in 2013 or 2014 but personally I don’t particularly think that’s a good memory to associate with this generally just funny moment. But maybe that’s just me.

Next Hobi tries Jimin, who of course says no and yet turns very much red. Hobi lets him go, but Seokjin remains convinced that it’s Jimin, so even as he stands opposite Hobi and is asked if the jipsin are his, he tries to point at Jimin with his eyes and then, once he’s sitting again, puts his hand over Jimin’s hard to check if he’s lying.

Even after he checked all the members, Hobi still thinks it’s Seokjin so they have a vote to see whom the majority suspects. Here even Tae votes for Jimin being the owner. But in the end Hobi does choose Jimin, who in turn thinks that maybe it’s all just candid camera and the reason why no other object was found is because he’s the only one who actually hid anything. Which of course isn’t true. The winner of the entire episode trilogy is announce and they receive a box of Bangtan goodies.

Before the episode comes to a close, and we also find out who will go to Mount Achasan, the members are to reveal where they hid their objects. While they are amazed by all the hiding spots, the one that truly blows them away is Seokjin’s, since he quite literally hid his in the ceiling of the elevator. Look at JK’s big eyes of awe and surprise. Awww.

And with that the episode is over. It was really, really fun, though I think the game was a little too hard. Maybe if everyone knew what objects they are meant to find they actually would’ve been able to find them, but still, it was also fun to watch like this.

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Summary: Hajime Iwaizumi runs into an old friend yet again. Second chances don't come often so will he able to make a move before their time is up?

Iwaizumi x fem!reader/Oc || Read it on A03

Genre : romance, friends to lovers

The day had gone by quicker than Hajime Iwaizumi thought it would. It was now or never.

It all began last week, when he ran into Hiromi Miura, a friend from college, in a small Vietnamese restaurant in Ginza a month after he moved to Tokyo. As he lined up for a seat, he noticed the figure in front of him was familiar. He tapped her shoulder and waved. Hiromi was so surprised that it took her a moment to realize it was her old classmate.

“Iwa??” she said in disbelief.

They got a seat together to catch up. Normally, Hiromi would be nervous about have lunch with one other man, but she had been on so many failed dates lately that at least she knew lunch with Iwa would not end in disappointment.

“You’re eating here? This place must be legit huh?” he said, remembering that she worked for a food publication. She chuckled.

“Definitely has my seal of approval.”

The restaurant was small and Iwa was rather tall. He could feel his knees touching hers from time to time. She crossed her feet behind her chair so they didn’t have to apologize mid-conversation when they bumped into each other.

“I’ve been meaning to call you by the way. Do you know any good markets around where I live?” he pulled out his phone to show her the area where he was staying, “I’m not too familiar with the area yet, so you’ll have to tell me where is it on the map.”

Iwa lived almost at fringe of the city. His home was located not too far away by bike to one of Hiromi’s favorite wet markets. She took his phone a little more enthusiastically than he expected her to and pinned a location.

Hiromi loved showing people around her favorite food spots. If being a food guide was more lucrative, she would ditch her dayjob altogether.

“Here! There’s a wet market where I’m friendly with the stall owners right here.” she pointed, “It’s about a 15 minute bike ride away from your place. I can help you get good deals. Not too many tourists too.”

And that was how Iwa found himself inside a wet market with Hiromi, on an early Monday morning. On most mornings, Iwa liked to jog and not do chores, but Hiromi had been so enthusiastic about the market that he let himself get sucked in. He tried not to yawn as she waved at every other stall.

“Another market day for work? Did the production team ask for your help again?” tutted an old woman at a vegetable stand.

Did he really look that dressed down?

“No, I’m bringing a friend around, hopefully a soon to be regular. Yamagata-san, this is Iwaizumi. He just moved here.” she chuckled, gesturing at him. Iwa politely bowed and greeted her.

As Iwa picked out some vegetables, Hiromi continued to chat with the old woman, guiding him every now and then to a vegetable that looked fresher than what he had picked out.

“I thought he was a production boy., You know one of those boys that drives your company van and carries your stuff.” Yamagata-san commented good naturally, “Too handsome for a production boy.”

When Iwa was about to pay up, Hiromi disappeared over to the next stall. He sighed and made his way to the counter at the back. Behind the desk, he saw a simply framed black and white photo of Yamagata-san with a candid smile, reaching out to a customer. The background seemed to blur and the old woman was the star. Next to that was a smaller photo of Yamagata-san and…Hiromi.

Was Hiromi some sort of MVP for this stall or something?

“Miura-chan took that photo of me,” said Yamagata-san, taking notice of Iwa, “I told her that I didn’t need such a big photo of myself so I insisted on having one with her.”

“What was the photo for?” he asked, peering again at the two photos.

“She ran an article on the oldest stalls of the market saying we were the heart of the community or something like that. When the story came out, she even gave us a glossy magazine that had my picture on it. She made us sound big and important. She was really grateful that we let her talk about us so she gave us a framed photo of ourselves to remember her milestone by. It was her big solo article I think.”

After hopping from one store to another, sometimes to say hi and others to buy produce from, they settled in for early lunch at yakitori or grill restaurant. The sun was high in the sky. While waiting to be seated, Hiromi bought cool green tea for the both of them.

“This is so good! Damn!” he sighed in pleasure. The drink relieved the sweat gathering at his back. Hiromi grinned in satisfaction.

“Iwa can I ask you something?” she tilted her head towards him.

“Shoot.” Suddenly he felt unnerved and tense. What could this be about? He bit down on the tip of the straw.

Her eyes were with amusement, “Did you not notice that the fruit vendor was making eyes at you?? She’s totally into you and I tried to wingman for, but you just shrugged and paid up.”

“Wait, for real?” he asked, taken aback by his lack of self-awareness.

Hiromi nodded her head vigorously, “That was cold!’

He slapped his hands on his forehead, “Well, I wasn’t really interested in her anyways.” he sighed, his eyes flicking towards her before looking away.

Hiromi recalled a time in college, when a circle of their friends were having lunch together. One of the girls that had a crush on Iwa tried to make a pass at him.

“I would date you if I could, Hajime-kun,” she blushed. Everybody’s eyes turned to Iwaizumi who continued eating and only stopped because someone had nudged him.

“Thanks, I’m flattered,” he nodded. It had taken him weeks to realize that she was trying to confess to him.

“Do you remember that time in colle-“ she began but was interrupted. He was cringing as he remembered the same memory.

“Don’t bring up that lunch incident, Hiromi. I know you’re going to. Just NO.” he groaned, “I get it! I’m dense.”

Hiromi was trying to restrain her laughter. He could hear her stifle her giggle beside him. She tried not to look at him. He straightened up beside her and nudged her knee with his.

“I wasn’t interested in her anyways.” he said, thoughtfully looking at her.

“Clearly not,” she snorted, browsing through the menu, “You should see what you want to eat before they seat us.”

He placed his hand a little bit behind her and peered over her shoulder. He could feel her arm pressed against his chest. They were seated so closely his nose almost touched the side of her head. She remained oblivious to him.

After they were seated, Iwaizumi finally brought up what he had been noticing.

“How does everyone here have a photo by and with you?” he asked, “Are the photos really required by your work?”

Hiromi looked a little embarrassed. She cleared her throat and sighed, “People like to take. They take stories and never give the people they take from. They take their food and their ideas, which is really not fair.

“It took me a while to earn the trust of the community here but once I gave them a copy of their story, it made them realize I was sincere about wanting to give back to them. The black and white framed photos, that was on me. We had some budget left so I got them their own photos because they’re important even if their job is not glamorous.”

“You’re really passionate about your job huh?” he said. The food had just arrived and they began to rearrange their bowls and plates on the table.

“It’s not my job I’m passionate about, it’s people and their stories. I’m just lucky enough to be paid enough to do this.” she smiled.

“Don’t you feel the same way about your job?” she asked, “You like volleyball so much you turned it into a profession.”

“I do, but I’ve just started in my new job. Passion takes time if not at least a little bit more experience. Maybe by next year, I can feel the same way about my work.”

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“Thanks for bringing me here.” he said as he loaded up his bike with his morning purchases.

“Thanks for lunch,” she said. Iwaizumi had paid while she was at the restroom to thank her for introducing him to her community market.

Urgency prodded at his back. It was now or never. As she handed him some of his packaged vegetables, he hastily turned to her.

“Can I see you again next week?” he said it so quickly, he wasn’t sure she fully understood him.

“Oh, do you want to try a different market?” she asked, carefully taking out the strawberries from her bag and transferring it to his bag.

“No, no this market looks great —“

“I know right! It’s not the best or most comprehensive market, but it’s a good market if you’re looking to build a community with.” she beamed with pride.

Iwa straightened his back and cleared his throat, “No, like a date.”

She paused and stood to meet his eye. “Oh…I guess this is why you weren’t interested in the vendor huh. I really thought she would be your type! She even plays volleyball.” She looked away while slowly recalling signs from earlier today: the knee nudge, the lunch, his lack of interest in other women in the market.

Iwa could feel the heat rising in his cheeks. He forgot how nerve-wracking it was to ask someone out. Sweat was pooling around his temples just standing there.

“Ahh not really, I am actually interested…in you. I thought you might like me too, that’s why you agreed to go out with me today…y’know to test the waters…” he stuttered, “but..ah…turns out you just really like markets. I realized that I should have been more forward.”

Hiromi was simultaneously flattered, mortified and a little confused. She kept quiet. In the back of her mind, she entertained the thought that maybe this was an unofficial date, but she had convinced herself that Iwa was invested in buying cheaper fresher produce.

“It’s ok if you don’t want to. You look uncomfortable,” he said, waving his hands side to side, breaking her out of her reverie, “We can pretend like this never happened.”

She hesitantly replied, “Well, I’m on the weekend and my hours are flexible on Thursday because it’s a reading day for me…” She was praying in her heart that she got her schedule right.

Her reply caught Iwa off guard. Nevertheless, he jumped to the chance to spend a day next week with her.

“That’s great! I’m away next weekend, but Thursday sounds great.” he smiled, looking hopeful, “Let’s meet then?”

“I know it’s kinda early, but I think I have to put it out there that my schedule’s really erratic some days. That’s kind of put some people off.” he shrugged. His schedule was one of his occupational hazards.

“We’re out on a Monday, I think I’m aware.“ she nodded. Although outwardly calm, she was ready to faint. She couldn’t wait to tell Itsumi that she had a date with a seemingly decent guy?

“Oh and Iwa?” her face schooled itself into a more serious expression as he gave her his full attention, “It’s non-negotiable for me. If you want to insist on being able to date other people, I’ll have to cancel next week.”

“I had a small spat with this guy I was dating and I…walked in on second date while he was making out with someone.” she gritted her teeth, heaving a sigh.

“Ok, I won’t see anybody else while we’re seeing each other. Deal?” he couldn’t help but smile.

“I’m not very good at dating. I haven’t been in a good relationships in awhile. I’m gonna need your patience.” she said softly, turning to him, her eyes wary.

“I’m kind of aware.” he nodded, “I’ll make the most of the time you can give me.”

When she left she felt dumbfounded. She had recently sworn off dating and now she was on another date?

“Itsumi, you’ll never guess what just happened!” she called up her coworker.

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This is part 2 of a series on Iwa living in Tokyo after he moves back from California. If you’d like to keep up with the next chapters (which will include questions to help them fall in love *hint hint*), comment or message!

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Series taglist: @itstheee-ha-chan

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