#Online Quiz contests

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I've never seen a cough transcribed in this way, but I suppose it works??

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Online Quiz Contest - Hittso

Introducing Hittso - the ultimate online quiz contest that will challenge and entertain you like never before! Are you ready to put your knowledge to the test and win exciting prizes? With Hittso, you can participate in thrilling quizzes from the comfort of your own home.

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The Five Horsemen of Stupidity (name's group)

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[name] - first year. everyone knows you as their local academic overachiever who somehow manages to balance their personal, work and academic life. also known for managing to stay toe-to-toe with most of the overachievers in school. you weren't known to be competitive and was rarely dubbed as, “stubborn” until scaramouche appeared. likes Swiss Miss a lot, and also likes 80s to 90s songs.

kokomi - second year. the mom of the group. known for selling fishes online and joining every science, specifically biology, quizzes then placing high on them. was quickly recruited to the student council for her outstanding leadership skills and is now comparable to Keqing in terms of leading.

hu tao - first year. your best buddy. somehow knows anything and everything about what's happening in the school and eats off of your ear about it. you're not complaining though! also works with you in your grandma's café to help out. doesn't really accept bills unless needed. your grandmother loves her.

albedo - first year. your academic brother. whenever there's projects related to groups, you always managed to stay in the same group as him until he finally joined your friend group. teachers love pairing you up with him. oftentimes, both of you get mistaken as a couple and both of you make fun of it.

tighnari - second year. your quiz bee rival back then. always the one providing within your group. also has a really doting brother vibe, which is mostly likely due to his adorable little sister. had a dating rumour with one of the student council members (and is dating him right now).

— notes..

• First year; 17-18 years old

• Second year; 18-19 years old

• Third year; 19-20 years old

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───〃★Tunes of Your Heartbeat masterlist

sypnosis; in which your fate somehow gets entangled into a jumble of mess between punk music in cozy cafés, intense rivalry, cherished yakults, parallelograms and quantum physics, competitions in contests and rainy days. Or in other words; the universe seems to fucking hate your guts for whatever reason and decided to curse your love life with your awful crass emo twink-a-fuck rival. The question is; did the curse work?

Taglist: @xiaomypookiemouchiepie , @raineyun , @onigirilaw , @ecinoriri , @localscarasimp , @potteraep , @shutingstar , @kaikaidenki , @starsacubi , @scaraenthusiast1 , @dazqa , @wraithisd3adinside , @x-hihihi-x

authors' notes - im gonna shit myself HELP this is so nerve wracking😭 hope i did well!

(ask to be added)

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The Space Between Stars

Pairing: Bubaigawara Jin x Gender Neutral Reader

Rating: General Audiences

Tags: Smoking, Burglary, Home Invasion, First Meetings, Meet Ugly, Domestic Fluff

Written as part of @shibaraki's KOMOREBI Milestone Collab!

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You thought your terrible day couldn't get any worse, but then you come home and accidentally interrupt a burglary in progress.

What follows is a series of questionable decisions you probably should have thought Twice about.

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"Uh- hello!" The man greeted with a nervous laugh, tugging the mask that was scrunched up on the top half of his face a little further down his nose, fumbling the corner of the TV slightly as he did so. "Don't freak out.  I can explain."

"Yeah?" You murmured distantly, thoughts frantically racing as you tried to process the entire scene playing out before you. 

Something in the man seemed to suddenly shift; his jaw clenching tightly and his shoulders pulling taut in a way that made your focus instantly sharpen- the same way all the animals in nature documentaries did when they finally realized a predator was in their midst.

"I'm stealing your TV."

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Today has been an awful day.

Not because any single, overwhelmingly bad thing had happened; you had just been worn down by a never ending gauntlet of unfortunate events.

Sometime during the night your phone cord had come unplugged and fully drained your phone battery, which meant that you woke up long after you had set your original and backup alarms to sound.  As a result, you didn't have time for breakfast and ended up just using mouthwash instead of stopping to fully brush your teeth, but even that time save wasn't enough to keep you from missing your usual train.  

You'd tripped on an uneven patch of sidewalk heading out to lunch and irreparably scuffed up the toes of your favorite dress shoes, and the presentation you had been working for the past two weeks to put together was somehow missing the last; and most integral, set of slides.  

The subsequent verbal lashing that your boss and, more embarrassingly, your boss's boss, had given you lasted so long you'd ended up missing the train.

Again.

And as you sought to pass the time waiting for the next train to arrive by messing around on your phone, you discovered that the person you'd been seriously flirting with on the online dating site had suddenly blocked you without notice.  

So when the skies opened up on your walk home, pouring down buckets of rain with such force that your skin stung from the impact, you comforted yourself with the knowledge that you could spend the rest of the day holed up in your apartment.  You'd slip into some pajamas, snuggle up on the couch with your favorite blanket, and veg out in front of the TV you had scrimped and saved to buy; doing your best to forget that today even happened while you yelled at quiz show contestants for chiming in with incorrect answers.  Perhaps you'd even go a step further and spend the commercial breaks on your phone, making wish lists full of products you'd never actually buy- letting yourself indulge in the fantasy of filling your overpriced and miniscule apartment with whatever gadgets and bits of decor that caught your interest.  

It wouldn't completely erase your misery, but it was the best you could do on a limited budget and exactly enough energy to shuffle from your bedroom to the living room after you peeled off your drenched work clothes.  

But your plans of relaxation were immediately foiled when you opened the door of your first floor apartment and were greeted by the sight of a man in a skintight black and white body suit trying to shove your brand new TV through your living room window; the bottom pane filled with with a spider web of cracks that spread even further with every heaving attempt to shove the flat-screen through the too small opening.  He froze when he noticed you, a cigarette dangling from his bottom lip as his scruffy jaw dropped open in surprise from your sudden appearance.  

"Uh- hello!" The man greeted with a nervous laugh, tugging the mask that was scrunched up on the top half of his face a little further down his nose, fumbling the corner of the TV slightly as he did so. "Don't freak out.  I can explain."

"Yeah?" You murmured distantly, thoughts frantically racing as you tried to process the entire scene playing out before you. 

Something in the man seemed to suddenly shift; his jaw clenching tightly and his shoulders pulling taut in a way that made your focus instantly sharpen- the same way all the animals in nature documentaries did when they finally realized a predator was in their midst.

"I'm stealing your TV."

And with that proclamation, your last frayed thread of patience snapped.

"Of course you are!" You laugh, frustrated tears welling up quickly and blurring your vision. "Why wouldn't you be?  It's not like my day could get any worse !"

"Hey, now- don't cry!" The man pleaded, thoughtlessly reaching out towards you with shaking hands, the TV nearly crashing to the floor as he released his hold on it; barely managing to catch the corner with a sharp curse and lower it gently to the floor.  "I'm not gonna hurt you or nothing- I'm just going to rob you a little !"

"A little? A little?" You shriek, wiping at your wet cheeks in frustration. "You're taking the most expensive thing I own!  That feels like an awful lot of robbing to me!"

"That's- that's a fair point," the man conceded, scratching at his exposed chin nervously as he looked around your bare bones apartment with a critical eye; taking note of your collection of second hand furniture and threadbare curtains your old roommate's cat had delighted in shredding.  

"I'm too tired to deal with this right now," you whimper as you take a step backwards into the breezeway, exhaustion winning out over more situationally appropriate emotions like absolute panic.  "Take whatever you want, but I would really appreciate it if you could leave the urn on the bookcase alone.  My Grandma is in there."

"I'd never-!" The man gasped, affronted by the implication he'd be despicable enough to make off with a jar full of Grandma dust.

"You're literally in the process of robbing me!" You laugh wetly, wiping your running nose onto your soaking wet sleeve.  "I don't think you're allowed to be offended by my assumptions about the quality of your character right now."

"I'm sorry. This isn't- this isn't the kind of person I want to be," the man whispered, his nervously wringing hands tightening into shaking fists. "This is who I have to be."

"Whatever," you huff dismissively.  "It doesn't really matter.  Close the window on your way out so the rain doesn't soak down to the floorboards."

"You gonna call the cops on me?" The man asked, nervously puffing on the cigarette in his mouth, the pungent clove smoke pulled towards you by the cross breeze; drifting straight into your face and making you recoil.  

"I don't live on the right side of the city for the police to care about a stolen TV," you inform him, grimacing at the tinkling sound of the buffeting rain upgrading into hailstones.  "I'm just going to duck into a store or something.  I'll be back in like, an hour, so it would be great if you could wrap up taking my stuff and be gone by then.  It's getting late and I still need to cook dinner."

And with those parting words you gently pulled the door closed behind you and, recognizing the futility of locking a door during an active home invasion; stepped back out into the freezing rain without looking back.

The only store on your block that had bothered to stay open in such terrible weather was a tiny holistic store crammed in between a pawn shop and a seafood market.  The shop owner, a serious faced woman with her hair slicked back into a painfully tight looking bun, did her best to cover up the pervasive fish odor that seeped in from the neighboring business by having three oil diffusers running all at once; but the only thing it really accomplished was adding nauseating strong floral notes to the briny air.  

You felt bad lingering in her store for so long without buying anything, so after a drawn out production of pretending to consider buying crystals in a variety of cuts and sizes while internally balking at the price tags, you settled on purchasing a mood ring from one of the clearance displays.  It had a large band size, too large for your fingers for sure, but it was the only thing that you could afford to purchase now that you'd have to start saving for a replacement TV. 

The woman behind the counter was obviously disappointed with your thriftiness, but you pretended to ignore her sourly pursed lips as she thanked you for your business and recommended you return at a later date to have your aura cleansed.

"It's all muddy, you know," she informed you with a disapproving huff, tugging firmly on the stiff collar of her dress shirt to shift it back into place.  "An aura that messy will only invite trouble and stress."

In your experience, trouble and stress never needed an invitation, but instead of voicing your thoughts you held your tongue, jammed the mood ring onto your thumb, and thanked her for the concern; snagging a business card in a show of false interest before bracing yourself for yet another slog through the rain.  

It wasn't coming down quite so hard anymore, but you were already so thoroughly drenched that the waning storm felt like a meaningless show of mercy from the universe at large; a waste of whatever finite karma you'd accrued during your life thus far.  

You'd boldly assumed that coming home to some guy stealing your TV would be the most surprising thing you'd walk in on today, but nothing could match the absolute astonishment you felt when you entered back into your apartment for the second time that evening.   

It had been easy to imagine that your place would be a ransacked disaster at this point, electronics long gone and your personal effects scattered around haphazardly as the intruder fruitlessly searched for valuables.  Instead, everything was in the same, or better, condition than you'd left it in.  

The TV had been returned to its proper place on your third-hand entertainment stand, a large scratch on the side of the frame but seemingly no worse for the wear as the weatherman on screen droned on about the unprecedentedly large storm rolling through the city.  The cracked window had been covered In layers of carefully placed packing tape to keep it from shattering completely; a towel spread out on the carpet beneath it to soak up the rainwater that had collected inside during the thief's botched getaway.

All the shoes in your entryway, the ones you normally kicked off and left where they landed, had been lined up in neat pairs next to the coat closet.  The blanket you'd left crumpled on your lumpy couch after a quick nap yesterday had been neatly draped over the back of the sofa.

And the thief, who you thought would be long gone by now, had made himself at home in your kitchenette.  With a set of mismatched hot pads on his hands he pulled a half sheet pan out of the countertop oven, the telltale aroma of baking bread filling every corner of your small apartment and driving out the lingering stench of cigarette smoke.  Desperately, you wondered if he'd noticed your arrival; cautiously rocking back onto your rear foot in preparation for making a quick escape when he called out to you from across the apartment.  

"Don't just stand in the doorway," the man chastised as he slid the hot tray down onto the stovetop, a small saucepan set to simmer on the next burner over.  "You'll let all the warm air out."

"Uh- yeah.  Of course.  Sorry," you apologized reflexively, wildly unsure about what to do but deciding that the best course of action is to likely play along and keep the burglar-turned-baker calm.  Pushing the door closed with a shaking hand, you did your best to keep your breathing calm and level despite the dread violently roiling in your belly; your sense of self preservation blaring in the back of your mind like a siren.  

"Welcome home.  Again," the thief greeted pleasantly, the toothpick in his mouth straining under the force of his clenched teeth. "You said you'd be gone for an hour."

"I- I ran out of stuff to do and figured you'd be gone by now.  And not, you know- staying to clean up my apartment."

"Yeah," the man laughed, rubbing at the back of his half-masked head nervously; hand still shoved into one of your plaid oven mitts.  "This isn't how these sorts of things usually go down."

"Then why did you do it?" You ask with a nervous swallow, the domestic setting making you bolder than the situation would typically dictate. "Stay, I mean?"

"It just- it seemed like you were having a really bad day," the man murmured sheepishly, pulling off the oven mitts one at a time and tossing them down onto a clear swath of counter next to the stove. "And I didn't want to make it any worse."

"Oh."

"This is- so awkward.  I'm sorry," he muttered, scrubbing a hand across the stubble on his chin in frustration.  "I wanted to be gone by the time you got back to avoid all of this."

"It's okay," you say, unsure as to how sincere you actually were.

"It's not okay," the man laughed dryly.  "I was going to rob you- picking up your living room doesn't make it okay!  It doesn't make me okay!"

"You could have done worse."

"I could have," the man nodded solemnly, the action switching to a frantic shaking a moment later. "I wouldn't have."

A realization struck you abruptly.  "Tell me a lie," you demanded.

"What?"

You wrench open the coat closet door and reach inside, pulling out a chunky blue scarf; a gift from a close friend during their brief but prolific crocheting phase. 

"Say this is red," you said, holding the scarf aloft for him to see.  He froze, every one of his muscles set on edge as he stared at the length of knotted yarn in your grasp. 

"I don't know what you're trying to prove here.  You already know that I can't."

"I just- I want to make sure," you insisted, holding the scarf up a fraction higher. "Please."

"Okay," the man said, deflating as he exhaled in defeat.  "The scarf is red.  It's obviously blue."

Emboldened by the first successful test of your hypothesis, you stepped further into the apartment, snagging a purple tissue box off of the coffee table with your free hand and holding it up for the man to see.

"And this?"

"Green.  It's purple."

Gliding further into your apartment, you deposited the scarf and the tissue box onto the card table you ate your meals at, and grabbed an overripe banana from the bowl of half-rotten fruit you kept replenishing each week; ever hopeful that you'd wake up one day with the self restraint necessary to reach for an apple instead of a bag of chips when you felt snacky. 

"This banana?"

"Teal.  Black- that's one nasty looking banana!"

"It is, isn't it?  I should probably just throw it out," you say with a grimace as your finger hits a soft spot on the peel and sinks down into the goey inner banana flesh. 

"Here, catch!" the man called out, tossing a slightly damp dish rag towards you, which you miraculously managed to snatch out of the air.

"Thank you."

"No problem."

It was quiet for a moment while you wiped the mealy banana goo from your finger, digging under your nail with the stiff corner of the towel.  "So you can't lie," you mused. "Is that a Quirk thing?"

"May as well be, I guess," the man sighed, turning to examine the squat loaf of bread cooling on your stove top.  "I want to go ahead and slice this.  You won't freak out if I grab a knife, will you?"

"Depends," you reply evasively with narrowed eyes as he pulled a knife half way out of the knife block, examining the edge with a frown before sliding it back into place.  "Do you plan on slicing me up, too?"

"These knives are so dull I don't think I could even if I wanted to," he groused, pulling another knife out for inspection with a dissatisfied frown. "And I don't want to."

Eyes locked on the intruder's back; you lowered yourself down carefully into the closest dining chair; knees weak and mind reeling from the surreal turn your evening had taken.  "So you don't want my stuff, and you don't want to hurt me- what exactly do you want?"

"What I want-," the man paused, a triumphant fist pump accompanying his discovery of a serrated blade.  "Is for you to try this bread that I made."

"And then you'll leave?"

"I'll leave right now if that's what you want," the man offered, running the scalloped edge across the craggy top crust of the bread and laughing delightedly at the scraping sound it made.  "Do you hear that?  That's one crispy crust!  This loaf is gonna be goooood."

"How did you even make bread, anyway?  I know for a fact that I don't have any yeast."

"You don't really have much of anything.  Believe me, I checked," the man grinned cheekily over his shoulder at you, as though he thought his confession about rifling through your apartment was  charming and not a blatant invasion of privacy.  "But lucky for you, I'm well versed in poverty meals.  Mix up a basic bread dough, add in a beer where the yeast should be, shove that baby into the oven and you're ready to go!  There's a bit more to it than that."

"Well, it smells wonderful.  This is probably the best this apartment has ever smelled."

"No kidding!  You get a discount for having the unit right above the dumpster?"

"I wish," You sighed forlornly, taking a moment to imagine how much easier your life would be with even a slightly lower cost of living.  "But taking out the trash is pretty convenient, I can just drop it in from the fire escape."

"Bowls?" He inquired as he shut the heat off under the saucepan, giving it one final stir.  

"Oh- I only have a couple.  They're probably on the drying rack."

He salutes you sharply before shuffling off to follow your instructions, carefully selecting and stacking the dishes into his arms like they were valuable pieces of china and not the very worst a home store clearance rack had to offer.  You twisted your too-big mood ring anxiously around your thumb, reminding yourself with every turn that the man in front of you, despite his seemingly affable nature, wasn't a guest.  He was an intruder in your home, no better than the mice that darted behind your fridge when you turned the kitchen light on in the middle of the night.

Although the mice had never cooked you dinner before, so you suppose that was a point in his favor.  

"Careful- careful," the man whispered quietly to himself, inching across the floor towards you with two bowls of soup balanced on his forearm; bracing the overhanging rims with a plate stacked lopsidedly with still steaming bread slices.  He gingerly deposited the bowls onto the table, sliding yours to a stop directly in front of you without any of the broth sloshing over the edge; an impressive feat considering that he'd filled it up to the brim. 

"Nailed it!" He crowed in pride, tossing the plate full of bread down onto the table unceremoniously, the thick slices nearly bouncing off the plate from his rough handling.  Collapsing into the folding chair opposite if you in what could only be described as a sprawl, you watch with thinly veiled interest as he pushes his mask up over the bridge of his nose.  Nostrils fully uncovered, he hunches over the bowl of soup and inhales deeply, flapping his hands to fan the aromatic vapors directly towards his face.

"Not too shabby for a can of soup and leftover veggies!"

"Is that what this is?" You ask curiously, giving the soup a small stir, trudging up a floret of seared broccoli that definitely came from takeout earlier in the week.  

"Don't be shy now.  Dig in!" The man encouraged, placing a large chunk of soup-drenched bread into his mouth with a happy sigh.  The soup was perfectly edible, nothing to write home about but still a notable effort considering the meager ingredients your kitchen had to offer.  But the bread was a different story entirely.

"This crust is incredible!" You gasp, the dry crumbs sticking to your lips.  

"A good dinner for a rainy night," the man stated, holding his half devoted bread slice out towards yours.  "Cheers?"

"Cheers!" You laugh, pushing your slice of bread against his; the crusts impacting and sending a dusting of flaky bread crumbs tumbling onto the surface of the table.

"Whoopsy-daisy!  I'll get that, don't worry," the man reassured you, licking his finger and tapping it across the table, picking up crumbs as he went.  

"'Whoopsy-daisy', huh?" You muse, sipping at a spoonful of soup thoughtfully. "How many kids do you have?"

"Kids? Oh, no- I don't- I don't have any of those," he stammered, shoving his crumb covered finger into his mouth and removing it with a comical pop.  "Her name's Himiko."

"That's…quite the discrepancy between those two answers."

"Himiko isn't- she's not mine, mine.   But she's mine, you know?  In all the ways that should matter."

"So you love her then?"

"Of course I do.  She's a great kid."

"That's all that matters then, isn't it?" You smiled sincerely, the first grin of the evening not strained through a filter of worry.  The man seemed to notice the subtle shift in your demeanor, the tension in his posture softening ever so slightly as he somehow managed to slouch even farther down in his seat.

It had been a long time since you'd eaten alone with someone.  You went out after work with colleagues sometimes, but the places that you always ended up were crowded and noisy; tables and booths crammed to near bursting to accommodate the ravenous waves of dinner rush patrons.  The last meal you'd eaten at home with someone was likely before you moved into this apartment, when you still lived off-campus with a couple of roommates you liked progressively less with each passing week.  

You'd been beyond thrilled to land a job that paid enough to allow you to live alone, even though affording to do so meant relocating across town to a less desirable zip code.  But a slight downgrade in living conditions was well worth the benefit of knowing you'd never again have to live through the experience of walking in on your roommate and their booty call having sex on your bed because it was 'more comfortable' than theirs. 

While you would never miss the stacks of unwashed dishes left to putrefy in the sink or having to wipe urine splatters off of the toilet seat before you could relieve yourself, it was hard to deal with the constant quiet sometimes.  The drone of the TV couldn't replace someone asking about your day or replicate the joy of shared laughter.  

And you couldn't help but wonder if it was a similar situation for the man across from you.  

"Is it okay for me to ask your name?" You murmur quietly, eyes locked on your own hands as you push a tomato chunk around your bowl with the back of your spoon.  "I understand if you don't want me to know.  The less I probably know about you the better, huh?  I'm sorry, that was stupid of me.  Forget I said anything-"

"Twice.  You should call me Twice," the man interrupted; letting out an irritated grunt before opening his mouth once more.  "I want you to call me Jin."

Thrown off balance once again by his contradictory requests, your brain races frantically to find some sort of middle ground between the two.

"Do you want me to call you Jin…twice?  Like, JinJin?"

"That's a little ah- intimate , dontcha' think?" Jin said, a nervous cough punctuating his sentence sharply.  He pulled the bottom edge of his mask down further, trying to cover up the tell-tale embarrassed burn of his cheeks without compromising his ability to eat.  "Just Jin is fine."

"Alright.  Thank you for the meal, Jin.  This is a much nicer dinner than I would have put together for myself, even if I hadn't been delayed by some guy breaking into my apartment," you joked, sending a pointed look Jin's way; politely averting your eyes and pretending not to notice his splotchy blush creeping even further down his cheeks.

"A burglar, huh?  Sounds like a real heel."

"Maybe," you murmured thoughtfully as you watched Jin try and cram an entire slice of bread into his mouth at once.  "But I don't think he's all that bad."

Jin, having gone back for a second serving of soup, was the last to finish eating.  You swooped in and grabbed his bowl before he could object, placing it on the counter as you waited for the sink to finish filling so you could begin washing the dishes. 

"You don't have to do that," Jin grumbled from his position behind you, standing close enough for you to feel him nervously shuffling from foot to foot.  "I can clean up after myself. "

"Nope, sorry.  It's the house rules," you sighed forlornly, acting as though you weren't the sole person responsible for making those rules.  "If you cook, you don't clean up."

"Is there anything else I could do?  Help you out a little more?"

"I guess you could help me dry?" You offer, scooting over slightly to make room for him in your tiny kitchen area. 

"Aye-aye, Captain!" Jin saluted as he slotted into place next to you, grabbing the dripping wet cup you offered out to him with one hand and picking up a dry dishrag with the other.  

The sounds of clinking cutlery and the slow but steady dripping of your faucet worked together with the rumbling storm outside to craft a peaceful atmosphere; one that helped soften the sharp edges of reality and allowed you to gloss over the fact that you were having a very pleasant time with the man who had started out the evening with the intention of robbing you blind.  

It was reckless and stupid, but you couldn't help but worry a little about what would happen to Jin once he left your apartment.  If he was desperate enough to resort to theft for some quick cash, you couldn't help but wonder and worry about what sort of life awaited him outside of the cramped comfort of your home.  

"Are you going to be okay?  Once you leave?" You ask, prying up a stubborn piece of dried food from the tines of a fork with your fingernail.  

"That's one heck of a loaded question!" Jin laughed sharply.  "The world is an absolute mess right now, society is on the brink of collapsing in on itself- I don't think anyone is going to be okay for a long, long time."

"Yeah, but- there's nothing I can do about any of that stuff," you sigh quietly, watching the small bubbles on the surface of the water swirl around your wrists.  "But I can help you, if you need it.  I probably have enough money to put you up at a hotel for the night.  Keep you out of the storm."

"You're too kind," Jin murmured quietly, his voice heavy with appreciation.  "But I don't want you to worry about me, okay?  Things are…difficult right now.  But it won't last forever."

"I wish I had your optimism."

"It's not optimism," Jin said, placing the last plate into the drying rack next to the sink and passing you the dish towel to wipe your hands on. 

"What is it then?" You asked, unable to fully dry your hands on the wet cloth, so you settled for simply wiping off the lingering film of bubbles from the back of your hands.  

"Experience,” he said, scratching thoughtlessly at the scruff growing unevenly across his exposed jaw.  “My life has always been- well, bad.  Mostly.  I used to really hate that.  Thought it wasn't fair.  But now I don't mind so much."

"Why not?"

"Well, eventually I realized that the bad times I went through made all the good things in my life seem even better," he said, turning his head to gaze out of your taped up window, as though he would be able to see the sky and not the moldering plaster exterior of the apartment complex next to yours. "Stars wouldn't be anything special if it wasn't for all that dark space between em', you know?"

You thought back on your day, on the series of disastrous events that had weighed you down soured your disposition, and how now; with the passage of time and the balm of Jin's companionship, the day didn't feel quite so dreadful in retrospect.

"I hope you saved room for dessert," you smiled, turning to riffle through a cabinet for the small package of cookies you kept tucked away for emergencies.

"Thanks, but I'm still full from dinner.  There's always room for a treat or two!"

The bag of cookies, already half empty from propping you up emotionally during the dramatic season finale of the show you'd binged last weekend, didn't last long.  But you and Jin did your best to stretch out the warm comfort of the evening as long as you could; chatting over the commercials as the emergency weather broadcast came to a conclusion.  

"Welcome back, viewers!" A man with slicked back hair and an unfortunate mustard colored blazer greeted as the title card for the incoming show disappeared from the screen.  "You're tuned in to 'Top 10 at 10', the show where we look back at the week's top moments from the Top Ranked Heroes!  Next up is the Winged Hero: Hawks, swooping in for a rescue-!"

"Ugh," you groan, patting the couch cushions around you in search of the remote.  "Is the controller over by you?  I want to change the channel."

"Nope, no controller," Jin said, his focus solely on the TV as the Number Two Hero crashed through a window on the top most floor of a burning apartment building. "So, you're not a Hawks fan I take it?"

"Hawks gives me weird vibes," you admit, lifting up a throw pillow to peer down into the space next to the arm of the sofa as Hawks waved casually on the screen, a shaking Pomeranian tucked securely under his arm as he floated to the ground.  "I don't trust people who always smile.  It feels like they're trying to hide something."

"You're a good judge of character, aren't you?" Had you been less focused on your frantic search for the remote you would have noticed Jin's uncomfortable fidgeting and repeatedly clenching fists, but you'd missed those telltale signs that preceded a shift in his personality.  So the sudden appearance of that voice, the brash one you'd grown accustomed to hear chiding and correcting Jin's half-truths, was unnerving.  You wondered how loud his unspoken thoughts must be for that second voice to feel the need to comment on Jin's internal dialogue.  

"I used to think so," you laugh dryly, the hand you'd been using to fish around in the couch coming up with a fistful of crumbs and an old tin of forgotten breath mints.  "But recent events definitely have me reevaluating that assumption about myself."

"You shouldn't-," Jin swallowed thickly, carefully considering his words; weighting them for sincerity lest he stray too far off the line of authenticity and unwittingly reveal too much.  "Don't make me be the reason you doubt yourself.  I'll take the blame for all sorts of stuff, but I don't want that to be on me, okay?"

"Okay," you whispered, once again fumbling to regain your emotional footing.  Talking with Jin was like walking across a messy room with your eyes closed, constantly tripping up and unsure of what caused you to even stumble in the first place. 

"I mean, if you can't trust yourself, then who can you trust?" Jin asked, his voice only just beneath a bellow and pulled thin at the edges; a manic sort of cry that poorly covered his underlying distress.  "I can't trust myself anymore!"

"You can’t?"

"No.  I- I broke that trust.  I broke myself."

Carefully, you lower yourself down on the cushion next to him; a vulnerable place for an unguarded moment.  "I know that it probably doesn't mean much of anything coming from me- we're pretty much strangers," you admit with a helpless sort of shrug, extending a hand out towards him like you would a cowering animal; slowly, carefully, like you half expected to be bitten for your trouble.  "But I trust you."

"You don't know me.  I don't even know if I'm me," he admits with a watery sniff, accepting your outstretched hand with his shaking fingers.

"This Jin, this you- ," you emphasize with a tight squeeze of your hand. "-is the only one I know.  And I happen to think he's pretty alright."

"Even for a bad guy?"

"You're the best bad guy I know," you assure him readily, the words somehow playful despite their sincerity.  But it seems like Jin was looking for a way out of the mire of introspection he'd waded into and quickly took the metaphorical hand you'd extended; lifting himself out of his head with a breathy chuckle.  

"I am pretty great, aren't I?"

"A terrible thief, but an excellent chef."

"Guess I missed my calling in life!" He grinned brightly, sucking up the bead of snot dripping from his nose.  

"It's never too late to change."

"It is for me."

You waited anxiously, almost desperately for that second voice to cry out in objection, but the room remained silent except for the canned laughter piping in through the TV speakers.  Whatever path Jin was on offered him no alternative, no deviation from the bumpy road beneath his feet.  

"Earlier, you told me that this isn't who you want to be.  That this is who you have to be."

"Who I need to be.  Who they need me to be."

"Will you do something for me?" You asked, easily sliding the mood ring off of your thumb and spinning it between the fingers of your free hand.  "One last favor and we'll call it even?"

"Of course," Jin nodded solemnly as his chest puffed up; proud to be entrusted with carrying out a task for you.

"When you have the chance, I want you to make the choice you want.  Be the Jin you want to be," you pleaded, sliding the mood ring easily onto his much larger pointer finger.  

"This like a promise ring or something?"

"I suppose," you hum thoughtfully. "But only if you promise."

He held the ring up in front of his face, watching the colors swirl and shift rapidly across the gleaming black stone; far more active than it had been on your own hand.  Jin clenched his fist, locking the ring onto his finger like he was scared it might tumble from his grasp and disappear into the unknown abyss alongside your remote, never to be seen again.  You couldn't see his eyes, only the expressive patterning on his mask that managed to contort with his fluctuating disposition, but there was a sudden weight upon your shoulders that let you know that you were the sole object of his intense focus.  

Jin lifted his ringed hand into the air between you, splaying his fingers wide in front of your face.  The dark, swirling gem of his ring glimmering merrily from the vicinity of your forehead, a third eye for Jin to take with him; an eye that would see him in the way he craved- as the Jin that existed solely in your gaze.  

"I promise."

The night, as all things, could not last forever.  But you were unprepared for the abrupt way that Jin threw himself up from the couch when the late night News broadcast cut to live coverage of a crime in progress; a patch-skinned man cackling in delight as he threw bright blue flames from the back of a speeding van at pursuing police vehicles.  

"That idiot, " he hissed, patting his sides and butt like he was checking for keys or a phone that were very obviously not tucked into his spandex suit.  "I have to go."

"Oh ,"  you manage to say through the clenching knot of dismay that had tied itself up in your chest.  “Will you come back?"

"I- I shouldn't," he whispered, regret palpable in every syllable.  "I want to."

Hastily, you stumbled to your feet and strode across the living room, grabbing the ceramic urn you had on prominent display before circling back and stopping directly in front of Jin. 

"Here,” you said, pushing the vase firmly into Jin's arms.  “Take this.”  

"For the last time, I'm not going to take your Grandma!" Jin cried in exasperation, pushing the floral patterned urn back into your arms. 

"Please," you snorted, lifting off the lid and pulling out a small plastic bag of gray ashes, shaking it back and forth in the air. "This isn't actual people powder.  It's a bunch of charcoal ash I grabbed from my neighbor's grill."

"Then why do you-?"

"I'm not totally naive," you said, hooking your hand on the rim of the urn and gently jostling it, the tell tale clinking of coins echoing from inside.  "Every burglar grabs a piggy bank, but very few think to check a jar of apparent human remains."

"I can't take your savings," Jin protested weakly, staring down longingly at the handfuls of bills scattered amongst the change.  "I'm not gonna steal from you."

"Of course you're not.  First of all, this is a gift ," you emphasize, pushing the urn more firmly against his chest.  "And second, this isn't for you."

"It's not?" Jin asked bewilderedly, twisting his head around to check if a second criminal had snuck into the apartment while he was distracted.

"Nope.  This is for Himiko," you explained, letting go of the vase and stepping back so Jin had no choice but to tighten his grip on the money jar or let it crash to the ground.  "Buy her something nice, okay?  And treat yourself while you’re at it."

"I- I will," he promised, unable to refuse your gesture if it meant securing some measure of comfort for Himiko.  Tucking the urn safely into the crook of his arm, Jin tugged his mask down; obscuring his face fully for the first time.  It was impressive how much that narrow swath of exposed skin had been carved into your memory in such a short span of time.  Even now, through the cover of a mask, you could still make out the small hints of Jin that lay beneath; the jut of his chin, the set of his jaw, the jittery way he clicked his teeth together.  

With a grace you wouldn't expect of a man his size, he slipped towards the patched up window, prying up the frame and squeezing an entire leg out onto your fire escape before he noticed your bewildered expression.

"What is it?  What's wrong?"

"You- you don't have to sneak out the window," you explained, pivoting your body to point towards the entryway.  "You can just use the door."

"Right!  The door!  Of course!" Jin laughed, smacking himself in the forehead as he pulled his leg back into your apartment, hopping clumsily on one foot until his appendage was fully free.  "Forgot that you had one of those."

"Well, I hope you don't forget again," you chastise playfully, guiding him out of your front door and into your apartment breezeway.  "Because I sure would appreciate it if you'd knock next time."

"Next time?" Jin asked, voice hitching hopefully at the invitation.

"Bye, Jin," you smiled, giving him a small wave as you slowly closed the door.  "See you later!"

"Right," he murmured, staring down at his fluctuating mood ring, a smile creeping along his face as white specks scattered across the dark blue stone; like stars glimmering brilliantly in the dark night sky. "Later."

[windflows]

have some booney baby lore.

boone was primarily raised by his grandparents in a double-wide down in ouachita county, arkansas. his mother was only a teenager when she had him; to her credit, she tried her best to raise him herself before realizing she was in over her head. she ended up handing him over to her parents to look after while she got her life in order. for the first couple of years, their contact was bare minimum until a little after boone’s 3rd birthday, when she got a stable office job down in magnolia. after that, she was still an infrequent presence throughout boone’s childhood at best but her visits were always a positive experience for him. inevitably, they did hit a rough patch during boone’s teenage years, however, that was over a decade ago; these days, they’ve worked out most of their issues and have a fairly healthy connection, even if their relationship is more like friends or siblings than mother-and-son. in contrast, boone’s grandfather still lives in camden and boone makes sure to always visit during the wranglers off seasons.

he’s fairly certain he has adhd but he’s never gotten an official diagnoses because, southern boy that he is, he doesn’t totally believe it’s a real thing. closest he’s gotten is when lily and dani made him take an online quiz and he got mad at the results for making it harder to ignore ( “whatever, man. they don’t know nothin'.” )

he’s never had any formal education past high school. he always struggled with school, not because he was stupid, mind you, or because the subjects weren’t interesting. he was never intentionally disruptive. it’s just his adhd made it hard and the public school system ( especially the small town public school systems of south-eastern arkansas ) wasn’t designed with kids like him in mind. he considered dropping out at one point ( during that aforementioned rough patch with his mother ) but luckily he stuck with it and he’s glad he did, even if his GPA wasn’t going to earn him any scholarships.

he began working in the ouachita county oilfields right out of high school as a transport driver but it didn’t take long for him to realize he fucking hated it. the money was good, sure, but the hours were torturous, the work backbreaking, and they didn’t appreciate his brand of ✨whimsy✨. he lasted a little less than a year before eventually leaving to find something else.

he drifted around a bit after that, doing odd jobs here and there for cash, until he eventually found steady work as a rodeo bullfighter ( or “rodeo clown” ). it was his job to draw the bulls away from downed contestants and provide comedic relief between shows. it was at one of these competitions that he met tyler owens. the two got along like a house on fire and remained friends long after tyler had to retire due to his injury. when tyler returned years later with a phd and an idea, boone wasted no time in joining his storm chasing crew.

boone will credit those shows for turning him into a bit of an adrenaline junkie, which made the transition into storm chasing way easier than it probably should have been for any sane person. he learned everything he knows about chasing from tyler and because of that, feels he can never quite repay him for helping him find something he’s good at. that boy is his ride or die.

[aita-blorbos]

Am I the A for blowing my mothers head up?

(cw: child abuse/ neglect. canon peppered with headcanons. emoji: 9️⃣)

This is my first time posting something online so sorry if I mess anything up. Will be trying to remain anonymous because of the submission rules but i don't think it would matter considering this was broadcasted live on telly in recent memory.

I (Not sure what my age is exactly. Something between 18-21. And I am female.) have been "experimented with" (See: abused) by my parents for as long as I remember. My mother (M, was nearly 70) worked as a clinical trail manager and has been conducting transhumanist related experiments for years in secrecy. This included expanding the lifetime of my great-grandmother (R, 120). Of course, when she had me, she immediately began work. I've developed what can be succinctly called "psychic" and "telekinetic" abilities. I can read minds, influence other's thoughts, and move small objects without physically touching them. How I am able to do this I do not know- but I do not doubt that my brain has been tampered with. My memory is also thin and I am easily overwhelmed by certain environments or situations. I feel very on edge if something our of the ordinary happens.

My mother kept me in the basement for my entire childhood and teenagehood. I had a bed and some amenities, but the rest of the room was dedicated to trail and fMRI equipment. I was measured daily- physical traits, MRI, telekinetic abilities, psychic link with my mother. Stimulatory and similar studies were called "games" and "puzzles" until I was old enough to recognise what they actually were for. When I reached my 10th birthday I got to go outside for the first time. I was always told how dangerous everyone else was, and how superior I was to them. I was taught to read and write some time during my mid teens, however retaining knowledge seems pretty trivial to me. I started taking online university courses related to applied neuroscience at around 16. It seemed the only thing appropriate.

And my father always agreed with my mother no matter what. He was always pretty soft and absent. I wouldn't be surprised if she made him more dopey and submissive.

My mother started to receive less funding and needed to make more money- likely because her participant was no longer blind and the experiment no longer reliable. My mother applied to various quiz shows and similar (she always enjoyed her trivia) and we got a spot from a new BBC2 programme called 3by3. It was simple- use my ability to cheat the answers and slow other contestants down, then steal money from the BBC.

The quiz show itself was terrifying. I felt so out of place. Standing in the green screen studio with the loud bright lights was already agony, but I also had my mother screaming at me telepathically. Very few of the questions made sense to me, but I gave correct answers regardless. The presenter was very nice and just doing his job trying to make small talk with me (I think his name was Lee Mack???) but I had no idea what to say, and my mother would berate me regardless. I said things that apparently sounded suspicious to the public several times. It was embarrassing, I felt so trapped. I always have been.

By the time we reached the final round, I had had enough. I knew my mother had been abusing me for years at this point. I was sick of not having my body or thoughts to myself, and sick of her being able to get away with everything. Every time she made a snide comment about me I was more sure of what I was going to do. My mother was put into a box for the final round and I immediately had an idea.

The presenter asked us what we would do with the jackpot. I responded that I would love to see the world. Go travelling. My mother responded that she would love to dig out the basement, as a nice gift to me. That was the final straw. I told my mother "Fuck you" and failed the last question. The presenter began closing the show and I slammed the door of the box my mother was in shut. She screamed and threatened me. Then I blew her brains out.

It's been a year or so since this happened and I am doing fine learning to be a person in another country under a different name. I know my father was arrested and that my mother's company was shut down immediately but nothing beyond that. I know that murdering a human being is bad, however, she had it coming.

Thanks for reading.

[harkaranscanvas]

Creative Advertising Exercise

Hey Urban Nest community! 🌟

Creating a compelling advertising campaign is crucial for capturing attention and driving sales. Today, we’re sharing our top strategies with a Creative Advertising Exercise that will help you craft an engaging campaign, tailor-made to resonate with your audience.

Whether you're promoting a new product or revamping your brand, this exercise is designed to spark creativity and drive results.

Objective:

Develop a creative advertising campaign for Urban Nest that effectively engages young urban dwellers and drives interest and sales.

Step 1: Define Your Campaign Theme 🎨

A strong campaign starts with a cohesive theme that ties all your elements together.

Theme: “Urban Living Redefined”

Description: This theme emphasizes transformation and personalization, highlighting how Urban Nest can help customers create a stylish and functional living space that reflects their unique personality and urban lifestyle.

Step 2: Craft Your Key Message 📢

Your key message is the core idea you want to communicate.

Key Message: “Transform your apartment into a stylish urban sanctuary with Urban Nest’s modern and affordable decor.”

This message should be consistent across all campaign materials to ensure clarity and impact.

Step 3: Develop Creative Executions Across Channels 📺

Let’s break down how to implement your campaign theme and key message across different media channels.

1. Social Media Magic 🌟

Platforms: Instagram, TikTok

Idea: “Apartment Makeovers” – Showcase stunning before-and-after apartment transformations using Urban Nest products.

Execution:

Visuals: Side-by-side photos and quick videos showing the transformation process.

Caption:

“From drab to fab! 🌟 Swipe to see how Urban Nest turned this space into an urban oasis. #UrbanLivingRedefined”

Call-to-Action: Include “Shop the look” links or promote urban living tips.

Example Post:

Caption: “Turn your city apartment into a modern sanctuary with @UrbanNest. Use code URBANLIFE for 10% off your first order. #UrbanLivingRedefined #UrbanNest”

2. Pop-Up Events in Urban Areas 🎪

Location: Urban Community Centers and Popular City Spots

Idea: “Urban Nest Pop-Up Experience” – Host pop-up events where city dwellers can explore Urban Nest products in person.

Execution:

Setups: Create mock urban apartments with different decor themes (industrial, modern, chic).

DIY Stations: Allow visitors to create their own decor items.

Promotions: Offer exclusive event discounts and host social media contests.

Example Setup:

Event Flyer: “Visit the Urban Nest Pop-Up Experience this weekend! Discover stylish decor, DIY your own pieces, and enjoy exclusive discounts. 📍Location: Urban Plaza, Date: July 15-16”

3. Online Decor Quiz 🧩

Platform: Urban Nest Website

Idea: “What’s Your Urban Style?” – An interactive quiz that offers personalized decor recommendations.

Execution:

Quiz Design: Include questions about style preferences and living habits.

Results: Provide a curated selection of Urban Nest products based on quiz results.

Call-to-Action: Offer a discount to quiz takers on their first purchase.

Example Quiz Question:

Question: “How would you describe your ideal urban apartment ambiance? a) Industrial b) Modern c) Minimalist d) Chic”

4. Email Marketing Campaign 📧

Platform: Email

Idea: “Urban Nest Inspirations” – A series of emails featuring decor tips, product spotlights, and customer success stories.

Execution:

Email Series: Send weekly emails with themes like “Small Space Hacks”.

Personalized Recommendations: Use data to offer tailored product suggestions.

Call-to-Action: Include “Shop Now” links with special discounts.

Example Email:

Subject: “5 Easy Decor Hacks to Transform Your Urban Apartment Today!”

Content: “Hi Alex, ready to upgrade your apartment? Check out these 5 decor hacks featuring our top-selling products. Plus, enjoy 15% off your next order with code URBANHACKS.”

Step 4: Review and optimize 🔄

After launching your campaign, track its performance across all channels. Use metrics like engagement, click-through rates, and sales conversions to gauge effectiveness. Adjust your strategy based on what’s working best.

[tmntxthings]

Thank you thank you-!!!💖You definitely helped!!🫂I have one more question tho, what is homecoming court? I’ve never had homecoming and it’s not really a thing where I come from, and I definitely do not know what a court of it is 😭

I’ll try out those clubs tho!! Being stuck in online classes for years makes me wanna try out EVERYTHING!!!

Homecoming court is kinda like a popular contest honestly! It depends on the class size, and how many people want to participate! The girls and guys are then paired up, usually according to height since they have to do a dance together (at least at my school we had to!) everyone campaigns to win Homecoming Queen and King! You get on the Homecoming Court due to I believe teachers, they pick students who are all-around good/honors/funny/atheletic/volunteering. Then everyoneeee in the school or everyone who shows up to the Homecoming Dance, vote for King and Queen! The pairs all do a bunch of stuff together during Homecoming Week! It’s a bunch of fun, I remember making signs, doing fun dances, a scavenger hunt, dressing up!

I’m so happy that helped!! I say try to join and do a bunch of stuff!! You make lots of friends that way and it puts yourself out there to learn and grow! It also builds your resume for when you apply to scholarships and going to college :D

Do it!!! Do everything!!!! I did softball, volleyball, beta club, key club, (which is like beta club basically), quiz bowl, talented art (also called gifted) Homecoming Court, Mentorship (basically being a senior mentor for incoming freshman) and this was just at a small school! If you are going to a bigger school they will definitely have so many more clubs and options!!!

[weaversweek]

What is radio fo(u)r?

This week, a look at four recent BBC Radio Four shows.

Wing It, an improvisation game that's a lot like Whose Line Is It Anyway? but different enough to pass muster.

Unspeakable, where Phil Wang and his panel try to put new words in the dictionary, and Susie Dent tells them what similar words exist.

One Person Found This Helpful, a panel show based on the sort of foolish online reviews annoying people leave. Really needs work, and I'm surprised they've commissioned it for a high-profile slot.

Counterpoint, the evergreen music quiz. What is the secret to its longevity? And who won this year's tournament?

Plus, the Tory peer who learned the hard way that you don't fool around with University Challenge contestants.

[fracturedporcelaindoll]

Dear diary,

I've been thinking why do I care what other people who don't know me say or think about me. I don't need to win some popularity contest yet I realize I've always cared about what others say. I suppose it was because I thought if I was being nice why would anyone be mean? The navieity of that.

I know I shouldn't think more on it, sure was there a little truth to what that random person said? yes but did they consider the effect of the words or give me a chance to better explain stuff so they might have a better understanding? No.

I could have replied with anger which I certainly felt and I could have pointed thier flaws out but I merely acknowledged thier perspective as informative while remaining calm.

I mean you think a person would appreciate calmness over emotional outbursts. Of course that's not to say I am always calm either.

Well onwards to another topic, I watched Red and Red 2 recently and very good movies. I don't care what anyone says there is something sexy about characters that are in the line of dangerous work, like assassins, spies etc. I wouldn't have called the police like the fl, (first movie) obviously Bruce Willis is just gorgeous and he could fuck me anytime.

I completed my workout and added in additional routine sets that I had taken a little break from and I remembered to stretch this time before starting sets, yay me lol.

As I was working out I got annoyed as some days I find it takes a little longer to complete set than other days. Although since recently upped reps it's to be expected that a couple of days may be needed before get into a comfortable pace during set. Honestly I feel like that can be the most difficult finding the right pace and literally remembering to breathe properly during workout sets.

I found a quiz that models or aspiring models use to help guide them with getting into shape and it made me feel so much better about myself. I mean maybe it's silly since I know am not a Victoria secret model physic yet but I am including the link in case others want to take the quiz as well.

It recommends diet and exercise focus regimens as well as has offer for program not that I'll be doing that as prefer not paying to participate in workout programs.

I also don't think it was accurate on diet, like do I love carbs? Absolutely but I can't just eat as many as I like without suffering the consequences.

I also found that my prior liking to believe I was an hourglass figure shape was incorrect so much for being a classic bombshell beauty..... I have a rectangular shape which apparently is considered less womanly and more girly. I'll take it tho as apparently such body types are recommended for model industry.

I also have according to the quiz results have what's classified as an Ectomorph body. It may just be marketing to get people to buy into thier workout program in hopes of achieving model physic of Victoria secret models but thanks for making me feel slightly better about myself.

Of course I think I'll wait til April before purchasing any sexy swimsuits.

[itwoodbeprefect]

Writer Emoji ask ^_^

💖 What made you start writing?

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

💖 What made you start writing?

all the cool kids were doing it! if we’re defining “cool kids” as “young teen girls popular in a specific little online community”, that is. i’d always read a lot and i’d written a few things before (i’m pretty sure i once sent a short story about a guinea pig going on an adventure in for a writing contest in the paper - clearly i started building my brand early), but when i was thirteen i created an account on the famed dutch quiz website that accidentally turned into a fanfic site (with a forum!) for teen girls, and writing fic was just the Thing To Do, sort of. people were nice about my next-gen twilight fic, so i rolled right on into a next-gen harry potter fic (why change a winning formula, i guess), and by that point i’d caught the bug.

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

oh! i would expect this to come with a character, but i guess i’m giving you one? which is also fun, and in that case: chin ho kelly, from hawaii five-0.

send me emojis (if you want)! 🌈  

[projektnomad]

2035

It started with you coughing up some blood now and then. Not even a lot, just some bloody phlegm on occasion, then more and more as time went on. You’d made the mistake of mentioning it on WhatsApp to a friend. You didn’t know at the time but you’d triggered keywords in an AI algorithm which had been given access to your WhatsApp chats via a quiz you’d taken on Facebook 5 years ago. The AI determined you had a high likelihood of cancer and, knowing your income and general wealth of your family and social circles, had determined that it would be fatal.

The data was added to your online marketing profile and within days your insurance company was aware of your situation. Before you’d even had a formal diagnosis your insurance premium was completely unaffordable and you’d had to drop out of your coverage plan.

Months passed without a proper diagnosis. You could just about afford one with the money you’d saved by selling your car and walking to work but couldn’t afford the day off it would take to get to the hospital, so had to keep showing up to work. Eventually you collapse on the job and are taken to hospital unconscious and against your will. With no coverage you wake up in a hospital bed with a huge debt for the ambulance ride and preliminary treatment. The staff discharge you but recommended you see a physician immediately.

You receive a text from work, you’ve been fired for gross misconduct: leaving the premises without permission. You owe them 4 weeks wages back as compensation. You can’t afford to challenge the decision. With your debt now mounting seemingly by the minute you consider heading back inside and taking advantage of the hospital’s ‘End of Life Special’; offering your organs up to pay for their euthanasia service. As you download the MyPassing app you receive an email from a reality TV company.

-Congratulations! You’ve been selected to apply for Fox’s new series, ‘Chemo Island’ where you’ll be pitted against 99 other contestants to claim the grand prize, FULL cancer treatment and a clearing of ALL medical debts. In the application stage you’ll receive a free diagnosis and (if selected) during filming you’ll receive life extending drugs. The filming is expected to last 4-6 weeks (depending on your prognosis). Contestants must be physically fit enough to complete athletic and dexterity challenges. Click here for more information.-

You ponder it for a moment, standing in the cold outside the hospital, the plastic gown they charged you an extortionate amount for billowing in the wind, exposing your genitals to a passing police drone, which immediately issues you a charge for public indecency and a fine you can’t afford. Could you do it? Every contestant you‘d be pitted against would be fighting for their life, same as you. Winning would mean consigning 99 other people to their fate, losing would inevitably mean death. But, free diagnosis...

You click on the email and visit the site. They’re no longer accepting applications for Chemo Island, the website having been overrun within the first few hours. But there is another one, specifically for contestants with a criminal record, something you achieved only moments ago. A new game show where over the course of a night you’ll be forced to fight against a series of increasingly violent former wrestlers, sports stars and b-list Hollywood actors for a cash prize that would not only clear your debts, but maybe even have enough left over to pay for treatment.

You click to fill out the form and feel a little bit of hope. How bad could a game show called The Running Man even be?

[unvindiaannouncements]

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗡𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗨𝗡 𝗩𝗼𝗹𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗮

𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗 𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗜 𝗗𝗔𝗬 - 𝗝𝗔𝗡 𝟭𝟬

World Hindi Day 2025 will be celebrated on January 10, 2025. It commemorates the first World Hindi Conference, held in Nagpur, India, on January 10, 1975.

𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟱

"Hindi: A Global Voice of Unity and Cultural Pride"

This theme emphasizes the growing significance of Hindi as a global language and its role in uniting people while preserving India’s rich cultural heritage.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

The concept of World Hindi Day was introduced in 2006 by the then Prime Minister of India, 𝗗𝗿. 𝗠𝗮𝗻𝗺𝗼𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵, to honor the first-ever World Hindi Conference held in 1975. This event is separate from Hindi Diwas, celebrated annually on September 14th to mark Hindi being recognized as the official language of India.

World Hindi Day focuses on spreading awareness about the global use of Hindi and its contribution to cultural and literary diversity.

𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗡𝗜𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘

World Hindi Day plays a pivotal role in:

▪️Promoting Global Use: Encouraging the adoption of Hindi across international platforms.

▪️Cultural Preservation: Highlighting Hindi’s role in preserving Indian traditions and values.

▪️Literary Excellence: Celebrating the contributions of Hindi literature to global culture.

▪️Strengthening Unity: Bringing together Hindi speakers worldwide to celebrate their shared linguistic heritage.

𝗖𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗦 𝗜𝗡 𝗦𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗟𝗦

▪️Poetry Competitions: Organize Hindi poetry recitation events to celebrate its literary charm.

▪️Storytelling Sessions: Share classic Hindi stories and folklore.

▪️Social Media Campaigns: Post about the significance of Hindi using the hashtag #WorldHindiDay.

▪️Workshops: Conduct Hindi learning classes for non-native speakers.

▪️Cultural Programs: Include Hindi songs, plays, and dances in events.

▪️Creative Poster Making: Use the Postive Festival Poster Maker App to design unique World Hindi Day posters.

▪️Hindi Film Screenings: Organize a movie marathon featuring iconic Hindi films to showcase the language’s versatility in storytelling.

▪️Collaboration with Schools: Partner with educational institutions to host Hindi writing or speaking competitions.

▪️Virtual Meetups: Host online events with Hindi enthusiasts worldwide to discuss its global impact.

▪️Honoring Hindi Writers: Celebrate the contributions of Hindi authors, poets, and lyricists through special recognition events.

𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗜𝗡 𝗦𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗟𝗦

▪️Essay Competitions: Encourage participants to write essays on the role of Hindi in a globalized world.

▪️Hindi Literature Exhibits: Showcase iconic Hindi books and manuscripts

▪️Debates: Organize debates on topics related to the future of Hindi.

▪️Quiz Contests: Test participants’ knowledge of Hindi grammar and vocabulary.

▪️Art Displays: Exhibit artworks inspired by Hindi literature.

▪️Calligraphy Workshop: Teach participants the art of writing beautiful Hindi scripts.

▪️Song Compositions: Create and perform original songs in Hindi to celebrate the language.

▪️Drama Performances: Stage plays in Hindi, featuring themes from traditional folklore or contemporary issues.

▪️Interactive Language Games: Organize quizzes, crossword puzzles, or word games based on Hindi.

▪️Social Media Campaign: Encourage users to post stories, poems, or videos in Hindi with a specific hashtag.

𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗦

▪️Theme-Based Posters: Highlight the day’s theme with bold visuals and meaningful slogans.

▪️Cultural Elements: Include depictions of Indian heritage and iconic symbols like peacocks or lotus flowers.

▪️Quotes in Hindi: Use calligraphy to make impactful posters featuring famous Hindi quotes.

▪️Global Outreach: Illustrate Hindi's global presence through maps and cultural representations.

▪️Hindi Calligraphy Art: A beautifully designed poster featuring intricate Hindi calligraphy, showcasing a famous Hindi quote or saying.

▪️Timeline of Hindi Evolution: A poster highlighting the history and evolution of the Hindi language from ancient times to modern-day usage.

▪️Global Reach of Hindi: Visuals of a globe with "Hindi" written in various scripts and symbols of global landmarks.

▪️Hindi Literature Celebration: A poster featuring famous Hindi authors and poets, alongside their most iconic works.

▪️Cultural Symbols with Hindi Phrases: A collage of cultural icons like peacocks, sitars, and temples with inspirational Hindi phrases.

▪️Youth and Hindi: A vibrant and modern poster showing young people engaging with Hindi, symbolizing its relevance in the digital era

𝗙𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪 𝗨𝗦𝗨𝗔𝗟 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗖𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗠: 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗼𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗼��𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘀𝗮𝗽𝗽 𝟵𝟵𝟰𝟰𝟯𝟭𝟯𝟵𝟱𝟯 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗶𝗿𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗶𝗹 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗱𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘀.

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The Historical Significance of All India Quiz Competitions in Promoting Knowledge Culture

In India's educational and cultural scene, All India quiz contests are quite important. These competitions have developed from intellectual challenge platforms to important contributors to a larger knowledge culture, inspiring students of all ages. However, their history and influence extend beyond simple contests; they have been essential in promoting curiosity, teamwork in education, and the development of a culture that values information.

This article examines the All India quiz contests' historical relevance, their contribution to the development of a knowledge culture, and how they have expanded their reach by incorporating contemporary methods like internet quiz tournaments.

The Roots of All India Quiz Competitions

Quizzing's Early History in India

In India, the idea of quizzing has its roots in customary oral storytelling and knowledge-sharing. Communities frequently used trivia and riddles as a form of amusement and education. The basis for contemporary quiz contests was established by this foundation.

Formal quiz contests became popular by the middle of the 20th century, particularly in educational institutions and cultural organizations. The All India Radio Quiz, which enthralled listeners across the country and turned into a renowned knowledge-sharing platform, was among the first examples.

All India Quiz Competitions' Inception

India's quizzing golden age spanned the 1980s and 1990s. Siddhartha Basu's Quiz Time and other television shows made quizzing a national event. The concept of quiz contests at the All India level gained popularity as schools and universities began to use them.

These gatherings of people from all backgrounds emphasized intelligence, merit, and the love of study. A comprehensive knowledge experience was produced by covering everything from physics and history to sports and current events.

The Role of All India Quiz Competitions in Knowledge Culture

Promoting Intellectual Interest

Quiz contests across India have continuously encouraged competitors to go beyond their textbooks. The range of questions piques people's interest and motivates them to learn more through debates, books, and movies. A flourishing knowledge culture is built on this intellectual curiosity.

Encouraging Cooperation and Teamwork

Team-based All India quiz contests emphasize the value of collaborative learning, despite the fact that quizzing is frequently perceived as a solitary activity. In order to promote a sense of community and shared learning, participants must combine their knowledge, exercise critical thinking, and plan collaboratively.

Honoring Diversity

India's cultural, scientific, and historical diversity is reflected in the wide range of subjects addressed in All India quiz competition. By exposing participants and audiences to a range of viewpoints, a more informed and inclusive society is produced.

Acknowledgment of Outstanding Academic Performance

Academic achievement has traditionally been associated with winning or competing in important All India quiz contests. Numerous students have been inspired by these competitions to pursue excellence and appreciate education as a means of advancing both personally and professionally.

Transition to Online Quiz Competitions

Bringing Tradition and Technology Together

Traditional quiz formats changed into online quiz competitions as technology developed, increasing the accessibility and inclusivity of knowledge-sharing. Quizzing has become more popular because to websites like Quiz Wiz, which enable competitors from all across the nation to participate on a national level.

By combining historic ideals with contemporary accessibility, this shift to online formats guarantees that the tradition of All India quiz tournaments endures in the digital age.

Benefits of Online Quiz Contests

Enhanced Accessibility: There are no longer any logistical barriers preventing students from participating from any place.

Dynamic Formats: Live quizzes, leaderboards, and real-time scoring make the experience more exciting.

Diverse Topics: Online platforms accommodate a wider range of interests by covering a wider range of topics.

Interactive Education: Gamification components increase learning's attractiveness to younger audiences.

Milestones in All India Quiz Competitions

Famous Occurrences

The well-known Bournvita Quiz Contest fostered young brains all around the nation.

The Tata Crucible Quiz honors intellectual prowess and is intended for students and business people.

Generations of aspiring scientists have been encouraged by the National Science Quiz, which focuses on scientific discoveries.

Contemporary Innovations

Online quiz contests have gained new life as a result of their integration with conventional events. Hybrid arrangements, which combine online preliminary exams with in-person finals, guarantee higher participation rates while maintaining the allure of live quizzing.

Impact on Society

Youth Empowerment

Quiz contests held throughout India are essential in forming the brains of young students. They foster the development of critical thinking, time management, and problem-solving abilities—qualities necessary for both career and personal success.

Motivating Lifelong Education

These quizzes encourage participants to develop lifetime learning habits because they are both instructional and competitive. The availability of online quiz contests, which enable students to continue their learning beyond in-person events, further accelerates this change.

Establishing Knowledge Ambassadors

Participants and winners frequently end up serving as knowledge ambassadors, encouraging others to value intellectual endeavors. Their tales emphasize the value of hard effort, curiosity, and the excitement that comes with learning.

The Future of All India Quiz Competitions

Combining Innovation and Tradition

The emphasis on encouraging a love of study is still present as All India quiz contests develop. These gatherings are expanding in scope and inclusivity by utilizing technology and including resources such as online quiz contests.

Creating a Society Driven by Knowledge

Creating a society that values education and intellectual development is the ultimate purpose of All India quiz tournaments. These competitions continue to inspire and educate, whether through conventional formats or digital platforms, solidifying knowledge as a fundamental component of cultural identity.

All India quiz contests have historical significance because of their capacity to bring people together via a common interest in learning. These competitions have developed over decades from regional gatherings to national spectacles, promoting a culture that values intelligence, curiosity, and lifelong learning.

Their influence is greater now than it was before the emergence of internet quiz contests. These contests guarantee that the culture of knowledge flourishes in a world that is changing quickly by fusing the best aspects of tradition and technology. Future generations will surely be inspired and educated by the legacy of All India quiz tournaments as we look to the future.

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Your Guide to Winning Cash Prizes and Mega Jackpots in India: Strategies, Platforms, and Tips for Success

In recent years, the landscape for winning substantial cash prizes and mega jackpots in India has expanded dramatically. Whether it’s through online lotteries, skill-based games, or casino-style jackpots, the potential to earn life-changing amounts of money has never been more accessible. However, understanding where and how to play, as well as the strategies that can maximize your chances, is key to turning your dream into reality.

This guide will explore the unique opportunities available to players in India, including the most trusted platforms, smart strategies for boosting your odds, and responsible gaming tips. By the end, you’ll be equipped with the knowledge needed to confidently pursue cash prizes and mega jackpots in a safe and effective manner.

1. The Expanding World of Online Competitions in India

India is fast becoming a hub for online gaming, contests, and lotteries where participants have the chance to win significant cash rewards. This rise in online platforms is due to a confluence of factors: rapid internet penetration, a young and tech-savvy population, and increasing interest in gaming for both entertainment and profit.

The opportunities to win big are no longer limited to traditional lottery tickets or televised quiz shows. Today, millions of Indians participate in online lotteries, casino games, poker tournaments, and fantasy sports leagues with the hope of securing substantial cash prizes. With global giants entering the Indian market, players now have access to some of the largest jackpots in the world.

What’s interesting is the variety of options available: from games of pure chance like lotteries and slots to skill-based platforms like poker and fantasy sports, players can choose what suits their abilities and preferences.

2. Popular Ways to Win Cash Prizes in India

When it comes to winning cash prizes in India, a few categories dominate the online space. These include:

a) Online Lotteries

Online lotteries have skyrocketed in popularity, giving Indians access to both domestic and international draws. Platforms like Lottoland, Lotto247, and LottoSmile allow players to buy tickets for global lotteries such as the US Powerball and Mega Millions, both of which feature some of the largest jackpots available.

Online lotteries are simple to participate in, requiring no prior knowledge or skill. All you need to do is purchase a ticket and wait for the draw. The allure lies in the potential for massive rewards. In 2019, an Indian player won ₹28 crore in the EuroMillions draw via an online platform, proving that these mega jackpots are accessible to everyone.

Additionally, many platforms offer features like syndicates, where multiple players pool together to buy a larger number of tickets. This increases the chances of winning, though any prize would be split among the participants.

b) Casino Games

Online casinos are another exciting avenue for those looking to Win cash prizes India. With platforms like Betway, LeoVegas, and Pure Casino gaining prominence, players have access to a variety of games that combine both skill and luck.

Slots remain one of the most popular games, largely because of their simplicity and the possibility of hitting progressive jackpots. Mega jackpot slots, in particular, accumulate prize money over time until one lucky player hits the winning combination. Some popular jackpot slots include Mega Moolah, Divine Fortune, and Book of Dead, where players can win crores in a single spin.

Table games like poker, blackjack, and roulette also offer opportunities for cash winnings. Unlike slots, these games require a mix of strategy and chance, meaning that skilled players have the potential to maximize their earnings. Regular poker tournaments, for example, have produced numerous Indian winners who walked away with lakhs in cash prizes.

c) Fantasy Sports

Fantasy sports have taken India by storm, particularly with the rise of platforms like Dream11, My11Circle, and MPL. With millions of sports fans in the country, these platforms allow players to test their knowledge and skills in cricket, football, and other sports by creating virtual teams.

The performance of these virtual teams is based on the real-life outcomes of players in actual matches. The better your selected players perform, the more points you score, and the higher your chances of winning cash prizes. Fantasy sports are more than just a game of luck—they require deep knowledge of the sport, players, and current form. Those who excel can win significant cash prizes, especially during high-profile tournaments like the Indian Premier League (IPL) and global events like the FIFA World Cup.

3. The Mega Jackpot Dream in India

Mega jackpots represent the pinnacle of what most players hope to achieve—a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to win crores of rupees with a single ticket or game. While lotteries and casino games are the most common sources of mega jackpots, there are other avenues where players can aim for these colossal prizes.

a) Mega Jackpot Slots

Mega jackpot India slots are popular in online casinos because they offer the potential for massive rewards with minimal effort. These slots have a progressive jackpot feature, meaning that a small portion of every bet contributes to the prize pool. Over time, this pool can reach astronomical amounts.

Take Mega Moolah, for example—a slot game known for creating instant millionaires. The jackpot often starts in the range of ₹7 crore and can easily cross ₹100 crore depending on how long it accumulates. Indian players have also seen success with Mega Fortune and Hall of Gods, which offer similarly lucrative rewards.

b) International Lotteries

International lotteries like the US Powerball, Mega Millions, and EuroMillions offer jackpots that can exceed ₹1,000 crore, numbers unheard of in domestic Indian lotteries. Thanks to online platforms like Lottoland and LottoSmile, Indian players can easily purchase tickets for these massive draws.

While the odds of winning these mega jackpots may seem slim, the sheer size of the potential prize makes it an enticing option for many. Additionally, players can increase their chances by joining a lottery syndicate, which allows them to participate in multiple draws with a collective pool of tickets.

4. Effective Strategies for Winning Cash Prizes and Mega Jackpots

Although many of these opportunities are based on chance, there are some strategies that can help you maximize your chances of winning cash prizes and hitting the mega jackpot in India.

a) Understand the Odds

Not all games or lotteries have the same odds. For example, smaller lotteries often have better odds than larger international draws, but the prize amount may also be smaller. Similarly, games like blackjack or poker tend to offer higher returns to players (RTP) compared to slots, meaning your chances of winning over time are better with these games.

Understanding the odds allows you to make informed decisions about where and how to spend your money, giving you a strategic edge.

b) Play Regularly but Wisely

Consistency can improve your chances, especially with lotteries and jackpot-based games. However, responsible gaming is key. Set a budget for how much you’re willing to spend on games or tickets and stick to it. Winning big might take time, and the last thing you want is to overspend in pursuit of a jackpot.

c) Take Advantage of Bonuses and Promotions

Most online gaming platforms offer bonuses, free spins, and promotions that can increase your chances of winning without additional investment. For example, many casinos offer welcome bonuses that match your first deposit, giving you extra money to play with. Similarly, online lottery platforms may offer discounted tickets or free entries into certain draws.

Leveraging these promotions can help you extend your playtime and increase your chances of securing a win.

d) Join Syndicates for Lotteries

One of the best ways to improve your chances in lotteries is to join a syndicate. By pooling your resources with other players, you can buy more tickets without spending more money. If the syndicate wins, the prize is shared among all members, meaning that while you may not take home the entire jackpot, you still get a significant payout.

e) Focus on Skill-Based Games

While lotteries and slots are primarily games of chance, other opportunities like fantasy sports and poker reward skill and strategy. If you’re serious about winning cash prizes, focusing on games where you can improve your abilities and strategy over time may offer better returns.

5. Safety First: How to Avoid Scams and Play Responsibly

As with any online activity, there are potential risks involved in chasing cash prizes and mega jackpots. It’s important to choose reputable platforms, as not all websites are legitimate. Look for platforms that are licensed and regulated by recognized gaming authorities and have positive reviews from other users.

Avoid sharing sensitive personal or financial information with unverified platforms, and always use secure payment methods when depositing or withdrawing money.

Additionally, responsible gaming should always be your priority. While the potential to win big is exciting, it’s essential to set limits on how much you spend and never chase losses.

Conclusion

Winning cash prizes and mega jackpots in India is now more accessible than ever, thanks to the growing number of online platforms offering everything from lotteries to casino games and fantasy sports. Whether you’re trying your luck at a progressive slot machine or carefully curating a fantasy cricket team, there’s a world of opportunities available for players.

With the right mix of strategy, consistency, and responsible play, you can increase your chances of walking away with significant rewards. While there’s no guaranteed path to success, the thrill of playing—and the possibility of winning big—makes the journey worthwhile.