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[theotherbackgrounder]

Ever After High rewrite - Kitty Cheshire

So lately I have been toying with some ideas for a reboot of ever after high that acts as a remake but also as a continuation of the original.

Ions story short.

The reboot would be that of a movie (this was in response to the Monster High film) and while the film would act as a highlight of “The Story book of Legends” + other episodes, characters start getting a sense of deja vu. It’s revealed that Duchess has been using a power that has been resetting the universe and repeating the last four years of their Highschool life out of fear of her destiny.

The would allow the series to revisit past storylines of the original series, allow continuations or make corrections. It would be able to ready for new fans as well as for old fans without going against what Ever After High is about - the story of the ever changing narrative.

While im a huge follower of “if you want a diverse cast, make new characters” if you had to make changes to the existing characters, this would also fall into the meta commentary. This would allow new storylines where certain characters who either remember their old lives or have to come face to face with the existential crisis that they aren’t who they are.

One of the set of characters I think would be interesting is the wonderlandians (trust me, I have a huge story for Maddie) where as since Wonderland is separate from Ever After, they should be the most accurate visually to their original versions. In fact their outfits I think, if this reboot was live action, the outfits should be the most accurate of the set designs as they would be just perfectly cartoonishly contrasting to the other set designs.

For Kitty’s case, a storyline I have an idea for is the following.

So in the film there is a sequence that follows “the cat that cried wolf” and up to the ending it is fairly accurate and when Kitty is teasing Cerise (again, let’s make her Pakistani) right before Raven is about to use her spell you see Kitty’s smile disappear before she goes “You know what… forget about it. This just isn’t the same. I’m done with this.” Before disappearing and leaving the two in disbelief.

It’s revealed that Kitty is one of the characters that remembers the past. Maybe it’s because she is wonderland in, maybe it’s because she has a connection to the narrators, but for whatever reason she remembers the every loop. So the idea of her having to repeat “the cat the cried wolf” finally reached her breaking point. She then becomes one of the characters that confronts Duchess in the climax.

As the series starts proper, and several characters are beginning to learn that the world they live in isn’t actual their own world, there seems to be a cold disconnect with Kitty. She still does her pranks and stuff as a way to have fun, but it also becomes something as a way to blow off some steam.

Cerise finally confronts Kitty. Cerise feels targeted in a way where she is getting pranked a lot, but also just getting ignored when the prank is over. Cerise is wondering if the car is targeting her for some odd reason.

When confronted about this, Kitty attempts to just leave but Cerise stops her. The two just look at one another.

��…you are just like her.” Kitty says. It’s shown she remembers all the previous time-loops. “But you aren’t my Cerise.”

Kitty is shown living in the past. She had gone through so many time loops that at first it was fun and chaotic, but as things started changing, she was only coming to the realization that things weren’t going to be the same.

She reminisces about her past, times left forgotten from their world. She knows she is an outsider, but she can’t find herself fitting in.

While characters are coming to terms of their own existential crises, Kitty has to come to terms with the fact that she can’t go back. She can accept this world, but she knows she doesn’t belong here.

She has many past regrets from the previous time loops, but all of them are pointless in the new world. That is her cross that has to carry. She wants to go back, but she knows she can’t.

While others are growing in this new ever changing time, Kitty is finding herself frozen in time. Wishing she could go back to things much simpler.

While characters like Cerise are finding their new selves, all Kitty can think about is her old friends.

I mean how could she be with the new friends when all she can hear and see are those that are long gone.

[healthandwealthonline]

Youtube Announced Top 10 Biggest Youtubers Of Pakistan of 2022 - TechJuice

featuredThough the Pakistani Youtubers scene is far behind other countries like India and the Youtubers have a far less audience but it’s getting better and now Pakistani Youtubers have started to get some real attention lately. Recently, home-based chefs’ recipes, entertainment, beauty product unboxing videos, pranks, entertainment, tech videos, and a variety of other high-quality material have…

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[govindhtech]

Effective Strategies for Handling Malware

Malware history is long due to its volume and variety. Instead, here are some notorious malware moments.

1966: Malware theory

Mathematician and Manhattan Project contributor John von Neumann developed the idea of a program that could replicate and propagate throughout a system when the first modern computers were produced. Posthumously published in 1966, Theory of Self-Reproducing Automata is the theoretical foundation for computer viruses.

1971: Crawler

Within five years of John von Neumann’s theoretical work, Bob Thomas produced Creeper, an experimental software that moved between ARPANET computers, a predecessor to the Internet. His colleague Ray Tomlinson, the email inventor, adapted the Creeper program to copy itself between computers. Thus began the first computer worm.

Although Creeper is the first known worm, it is not malware. As a proof of concept, Creeper only displayed the whimsical message: “I’M THE CREEPER : CATCH ME IF YOU CAN.” The following year, Tomlinson created Reaper, the first antivirus software designed to delete Creeper by moving across the ARPANET.

Elk Cloner virus, 1982

Rich Skrenta created the Elk Cloner program at 15 as a prank. Skranta was known to change games and other software shared in his high school’s computer club, so many members refused to take disks from the prankster.

Skranta created the first Apple computer virus to change disk software he couldn’t access. Elk Cloner, a boot sector virus, infected Apple DOS 3.3 and copied itself to the computer’s memory from an infected floppy drive. Elk Cloner would transfer itself to an uninfected disk used later in the machine and spread to majority of Skranta’s friends. Elk Cloner could accidentally erase floppy disks while malignant. The beautiful message read:

ELK CLONER:

THE PROGRAM WITH A PERSONALITY

IT WILL GET ON ALL YOUR DISKS

IT WILL INFILTRATE YOUR CHIPS

YES IT’S CLONER!

IT WILL STICK TO YOU LIKE GLUE

IT WILL MODIFY RAM TOO

SEND IN THE CLONER!

1986 Brain virus

On the ARPANET, the Creeper worm could propagate across computers, although most malware was spread via floppy disks like Elk Cloner before the Internet. Elk Cloner affected one little computer club, but the Brain infection spread globally.

Brain, the first IBM Personal Computer virus, was created by Pakistani medical software distributors and brothers Amjad and Basit Farooq Alvi to prevent copyright theft. To prevent software copying, the virus was designed. Brain would tell pirates to phone the brothers for the vaccination when installed. Underestimating how extensive their piracy problem was, the Alvis received their first call from the US and many more from throughout the world.

1988: Morris Worm

Another malware forerunner, the Morris worm, was constructed as a proof-of-concept. The worm was more effective than MIT student Robert Morris expected, unfortunately. Internet access was limited to 60,000 machines, largely in colleges and the military. The worm, designed to exploit a Unix backdoor and stay secret, quickly copied itself and infected 10% of networked machines.

Because the worm transferred itself to other computers and frequently on infected machines, it unwittingly ate up RAM and froze many PCs. Some estimates put the damages in the millions as the first widespread internet strike. Robert Morris was the first US cybercriminal convicted of cyber fraud.

1999: Melissa worm

Melissa proved how rapidly malware can spread via email a decade later, infecting an estimated one million email accounts and at least 100,000 office machines. The fastest-spreading worm of its time, it overloaded Microsoft Outlook and Exchange email servers, slowing more than 300 corporations and government agencies, including Microsoft, the Pentagon’s Computer Emergency Response Team, and 250 others.

2000: ILOVEYOU virus

When 24-year-old Philippines resident Onel de Guzman couldn’t afford dialup internet, he created ILOVEYOU, the first significant piece of malware, to collect passwords. The attack is early social engineering and phishing. De Guzman exploited psychology to exploit curiosity and trick individuals into downloading love letter-like email attachments. De Guzman remarked, “I figured out that many people want a boyfriend, they want each other, they want love.

Aside from stealing passwords, the worm erased information, cost millions in damages, and briefly shut down the UK Parliament’s computer system. De Guzman was detained but acquitted since he had not breached any local laws.

2004: Mydoomworm

Email helped the Mydoom malware self-replicate and infect computers worldwide, like ILOVEYOU. Upon infection, Mydoom would commandeer a victim’s machine to send new copies. Mydoom spam once made up 25% of all emails sent worldwide, a record that’s never been broken, and caused $35 billion in losses. It remains the most financially devastating malware, adjusted for inflation.

Mydoom uses compromised machines to establish a botnet and launch DDoS assaults in addition to hijacking email programs to infect as many systems as possible. The cybercriminals behind Mydoom have never been captured or identified, despite its impact.

2007, Zeus virus

In 2007, Zeus attacked home computers via phishing and drive-by-downloads, demonstrating the dangers of a trojan-style malware that can unleash multiple unwanted programs. In 2011, its source code and instruction manual leaked, benefiting cybersecurity experts and hackers.

2013, CryptoLocker ransomware

CryptoLocker, one of the earliest ransomware attacks, spread quickly and used sophisticated asymmetric encryption. CryptoLocker from Zeus-infected botnets systematically encrypts PC data. If the infected PC is a library or office client, shared resources are targeted first.

The authors of CryptoLocker demanded two bitcoins, worth $715 USD, to decrypt these materials. Fortunately, in 2014, the Department of Justice and international agencies took control of the botnet and decrypted hostage data for free. Unfortunately, basic phishing tactics spread CyrptoLocker, a persistent danger.

Emotet trojan 2014

The Emotet trojan, termed the “king of malware” by Arne Schoenbohm, head of the German Office for Information Security, is a polymorphic spyware that is difficult to eradicate. Polymorphic malware creates a harmful variation by subtly modifying its code each time it reproduces. Polymorphic trojans are harder to detect and block, making them more harmful.

The Zeus trojan and Emotet are modular programs that spread additional malware through phishing campaigns.

Mirai botnet (2016)

Malware evolves with computers, from desktops to laptops, mobile devices, and networked devices. Smart IoT gadgets introduce new vulnerabilities. College student Paras Jha created the Mirai botnet, which infected many IoT-enabled CCTV cameras with inadequate protection.

The Mirai botnet, meant to assault gaming servers for DoS attacks, proved more powerful than Jha expected. It targeted a major DNS provider and shut out large parts of the eastern US from the internet for nearly a day.

2017: Cyberspionage

Malware had been used in cyber warfare for years, but 2017 was a banner year for state-sponsored assaults and virtual espionage, starting with Petya. Phishing disseminated Petya ransomware, which was deadly but not infectious until it was transformed into the NotPetya wiper worm, which destroyed user data even if ransom was paid. The WannaCry ransomware infection hit several high-profile European targets that year, including Britain’s National Health Service.

NotPetya may have been modified by Russian intelligence to strike Ukraine, and WannaCry may be linked to North Korean adversaries. What links these malware attacks? The National Security Agency discovered Eternalblue, a Microsoft Windows exploit, which enabled both. Microsoft found and fixed the weakness, but they chastised the NSA for not reporting it before hackers exploited it.

Ransomware-as-a-Service 2019

Ransomware malware has grown and declined in recent years. Though ransomware attacks are declining, hackers are targeting more high-profile targets and wreaking more harm. Recently, Ransomware-as-a-Service has become a worrying trend. RaaS may be purchased on dark web marketplaces and allows skilled hackers to launch ransomware attacks for a price. Previous virus attacks needed extensive technical skill, but RaaS mercenary groups empower anyone with evil will and money.

Emergency in 2021

In 2019, hackers broke into security staffing agency Allied Universal and threatened to leak their data online in the first high-profile double-extortion ransomware attack. Due to this extra layer, Allied Universal would still suffer a data breach even if they could decode their information. This incident was notable, but the 2021 Colonial Pipeline attack was more severe. The Colonial Pipeline supplied 45% of eastern US gasoline and jet fuel. The multi-day attack affected the east coast’s public and private sectors and caused President Biden to proclaim a state of emergency.

National emergency, 2022

Though ransomware attacks may be reducing, highly targeted and efficient operations remain a scary menace. Ransomware attacks in 2022 crippled the ministry of finance and civilian import/export firms in Costa Rica. Following an attack, the healthcare system went offline, affecting potentially every citizen. Costa Rica declared the first national state of emergency after a cyberattack.

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[mayoanddelight]

Everything's not Lost.

Spencer Reid x BAU GN!Reader

Summary: A navigation error makes it easier for Spencer to navigate who he truly may be.

W.C: 3.9k

C.W: Mentions of the Reader being an amputee as well as having a Pakistani ethnic background. Angst rolled in fluff. Self deprecating thoughts. Mentions of Spencer’s school life. Panic attack and Pranks as well as Over thinking(?)

Masterlist

This is for the one and only lovely Lynn's 600 writing challenge! Hope you enjoy it.. I wrote it haphazardly 💀 @lovely-lynn-writes

A few warnings though: Firstly I haven't written for a while (Ikzams) so..don't expect much ;-;. Secondly, this could be taken as a platonic relationship or a start to a romantic one. That's entirely upto how y'all want to interpret it. Lastly, I'm no expert with Panic Attacks, I followed whatever was on the Internet.

What's the difference between standing out or blending in? Both, by context, can be compared with the safety net it eludes. People mostly prefer to stand out then blend in, wanting a unique and distinctive attribute to let the world know who they are. Might it be their quirky sense of style or their rowdy persona, to attract attention. But in the end they lose the touch of reality in the pleasure of the people around them—to look through a glass and see a reflection of not what you see yourself as but of what others do. To live for those around you but never for yourself, drowning in the inevitable duty you took on regardless of the inescapable cost it carried.

Outside of the vast majority of the oddities perceived as confidence, Spencer always preferred to blend in, an ability that never seemed to grace itself to him. Dashing away from him in the form of eyes that could never forget and intellect that was greater than most, a curse that stuck by him like a chewed up gum that he stepped upon. Sticking by him until it formed into an identity, much to his displeasure. Standing out for his young age during high school and his unusually high IQ, regardless of how he tried to fit in. From mimicking (trying and failing) the actions of his peer group to drinking coffee, nothing ever worked. Rewarded with endless tears poured late at night under the cold laughs of the people he wanted to befriend. Yet all of it was unknown to his mother who was lost in a fragmented reality of constant paranoia, breaking the only recognition of who her son was. So he only welcomed the bittersweet yet unhealthy habit of coping through just a slurp of his now favorite drink to ease the permanent tragedy he called his life.

Though his cries for a source of normalcy in life was never granted, it was partially soothed by the people he considered to be his family. Though not fully accepted for who he was, they had seemed to love him for himself without any force of blood ties but because they chose to do so. But he was never fully happy with them, in the process of shielding himself from the pain his co-workers—his family—could’ve caused, he stifled the very means of being real to himself, much less to others. To become bearable to others, he forced himself into a cocoon revolving around small facts and never his feelings. Coating itself with another layer when his loved ones left him stranded in false hope.

But none of it mattered, his feelings didn’t matter. He learned that as a child, knowing his father would leave him, no amount of hugs or carefully crafted cards made him stay. Full acceptance is never acquired so he’d make do with what he had. Creating a routine of conscious and deliberate actions to make the handful of remaining people he loved stay. Not for him, but by the feeling of being wanted. At least by him. Going out of his way to help Derek to move when he had to go visit his mother. Or writing one-sided letters to Elle that always remained unanswered. It didn’t always prove to be fruitful since one way or another, people decide to leave. No matter how hard he’ll try. As if he was trying yo save them from the unsubs but they’d manage to become a victim from their long list.

So to say Spencer didn’t like change was an understatement. Change brings heartbreak and heartbreak brings unwanted emotions. All of it acting like a never ending harsh cycle. Change would mean that the efforts he fought tooth and nail for failed. By this time Spencer should’ve given up this fools dream of trying to control the reality around him, treading lightly but with calculated steps to not alter the reality he feels comfortable in. But change was unpreventable, just like when Gideon and Elle fell off the face of the earth. Replacing two amazing agents and friends with complete strangers way too quickly. However, this time, change didn’t come as a replacement but as an additional member to the team. In the form of an agent that always smelt like chocolates.

The day he met them was like any other, with him following his daily routine of getting up early in the morning to buying a coffee from the cafe near his work. He was looking forward to catch up on some paperwork, making his way to his desk, inhaling the scent of papers and coffee. Oddly enough he felt at home in his workplace. But he froze, frowning at a new scent that attacked his nose. It wasn’t distinct but it wasn’t subtle either. As if he was hypnotized he walked towards the origin of the unfamiliar, each step he took made his heart flutter and fall. Up until a laugh, a giggle maybe, caught his attention. That one innocent giggle made him feel so lost, all of a sudden. It was as if everything he was trying to prevent came true.

That giggle meant someone had left without saying goodbye. He slowly trodded towards the break room, wanting both to get over with this dreadful moment and to drag it on. Stopping at the threshold he saw Morgan smiling widely towards the stranger. The feeling of betrayal bubbled in Spencer’s stomach, how could Morgan be smiling as widely when they had lost another agent to the vicious current life threw at them. Just as he was about to walk away from the hateful scene in front of him, someone had already announced his presence.

“Is everything alright, Spence?” JJ. A wave of relief left him, at least she was still here. That left Prentiss and Hotch. Glancing at the blonde woman, who gave him a worried yet motherly look. Compared to all of the team, he was closest to her, which also meant she knew him the best. Noticing he caught the attention of pretty much everyone in his surrounding, including the new agent, his nervousness grew. Shifting to his other leg as he toyed with his bag’s strap he managed to squeaked out a quick ‘yes’. Looking down at his shoes, he flexed his toes until he could calm down the overflow of thoughts and social awkwardness.

“Jennifer Jareau, but call me JJ” Shaking one another’s hands, the new agent with the distinct smell of chocolates—he finally realized—introduced themselves. Their left hand was fidgeting with their pants, maybe they were nervous as well. Their posture emitted the aura of confidence, standing tall with their chin up but it’s the small things that open the Pandora’s box of feelings. Nervousness could be battled with or show itself with a constant jittering of a body part. Like flexing your hands or twirling your hair. He could relate, suppression of it is a hard fleet as well.

“And this is our resident genius Doctor Spencer Reid” Alarmed at his name being called out, his eyes widened as his gaze whipped from observing the new agent to Morgan. Giving them his signature shy wave and tight smile. Noticing his way of greeting, they parroted his greeting.

“Pleasure to meet you Doctor Reid" And before long Prentiss came along carrying a killer hangover and some black shades to prove it. It was clear that a handful of people knew of the new agent, further evident by the way Prentiss flopped onto the chair and put her head down on the desk.

"Prentiss-" Immediately after JJ tried to inform her of the arrival of the recent agent, she was cut off by a groan. Muttering something about it being too loud.

"And that's Emily Prentiss, our previous Rookie. The self proclaimed professional drinker" Prentiss pulled herself up only to glare at Morgan.

"Let me see you hold up a bottle of wine without getting a slight headache."

"Slight headache? Prentiss you're hungover!"

"I prefer it to be called Wine Flu" The playful banter would've (or interrogation) continued if only it wasn't for the alert pinging their phones. An alert signifying a case.

"Guess we have a case, Youngblood" Prentiss looked more alert than before. Might've been because of the upcoming case. "The sight isn't for the faint heart" She said leaning forward analysing them. Only stopping after JJ lightly smacked Prentiss on the back.

"Ow, JJ, I'm delicate!"

"Hotch will tho- Oh come on JJ!" This team was quite the group. The best mix of Chaotic and analytical, the best in town. They'll have fun here for sure, the new agent decided.

First impressions mattered. And his first impression of them had been completely wrong. The conserved yet confident person changed within weeks of the job. Might it be because they started to feel comfortable with the people they worked with or something else entirely. But the conserved manner had quickly switched into a more chaotic role. Case in point, Morgan and Coco (so they liked to be called) were amidst a prank war. No one knows how it started, all he knew it was a not so friendly prank battle.

The battle of Cocomo (their words, not his) had crossed many barriers. Forcing people—mainly Morgan and Coco—out of their comfort zones just as a collateral to the war. The first time it was Morgan's coffee cup that was sacrificed, the one Garcia bought for him, for which he retaliated with (because it was his baby girl's cup) was putting their stationery in Jello. Surprisingly, the thing they were most offended about was the lack of originality of that one.

"Morgan, we do not waste good jelly just to copy the office" Even though Coco and Spencer didn't talk much on one on basis, save for when they were solving cases, he couldn’t help but find them endearing. He didn’t know how, but they managed to break the impenetrable barrier to realism. Their wide smile and constant grin didn’t go unnoticed by him either. The feeling of envy grew, they managed to attain something Spencer himself was never able to.

Upon realizing the ugly feeling that grew against him, he shook the feeling off. In the moment of weakness he found a plate of cookies which looked enticing. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to steal a cookie while visiting a precinct that wasn't their own. But his love for dairy overpowered his self control he reached for a cookie. Chocolate Chip, he noticed. Just as he took a bite, he heard a loud screech

"NO!" He froze mid chew. Coco ran, stumbling through the way, their step uneven, but they managed to reach him, though huffing for breath.

"Don't-" Their hands went to their knees still trying to catch their breath. Wanting to ask about their health, he wanted to quickly chew and swallow the cookie. Wanted was the keyword. The phrase looks can be deceiving has never worked more in this situation. The Cookie tasted nothing like the way it looked. It was indescribable. He glanced everywhere, searching for a tissue or a trashcan. But there was none—what kind of precinct doesn't keep a trashcan or tissues handy?—so he had to swallow that devil incarnation called a cookie.

"I tried to warn you" The look Spencer gave them was filled with pure betrayal. At least they had the decency to give him a guilty smile, offering him some milk which he gratefully accepted.

"That was meant for Morgan-"

"I hope there was no poison in that" Coco's eyes widened as they shook their head in denial. Trying to explain what they did to make such a piece of baked item. But it must've just been their luck when they saw Morgan entering the room.

"You tried to poison me?" His lips twitching watching the murder of a failed prank. Walking towards the plate of cookies, he smirked. "Failed cookies? Didn't know you played dirty."

"May the chocolate chip in your cookies always turn out to be raisins"

“As long they wouldn’t poison me” If looks could kill, Morgan would be 6 feet under the ground.

“Who’s poisoning who?” Spencer bit his tongue to repress the temptation to correct the only mate he has for film festivals. A pale blush formed upon coco’s cheeks, a telltale sign of embarrassment.

“Coco poisoning Morgan” Spencer replied, now it was Coco’s turn to give him a look a betrayal. Checkmate. What can he say? She brings a playful side out of him, as surprising as it was.

“I did not!”

“Well if you ever want to hide a body, you know who to call” Prentiss walked off, winking at Coco. Deliberately ignoring the offended ‘Hey!’ from Morgan.

“Seems like I have an ally” They teased “What is it now? Two against one?” Morgan narrowed his eyes at them and opened his mouth to respond but of course Hotch arrived at the very moment. Studying each team member before pinching the bridge of his nose and letting out a huff.

“Suit up, we have an address.” Just as Hotch stormed out of the room, The chaotic duo, the two halves of ‘Cocomo’ glanced at each other. A mutual agreement was passed, this was to be continued.

With a game of rock, paper, scissors (officially the decision of Hotch) The team was paired up to drive to the scene. JJ with Hotch, Prentiss with Morgan which made Spencer team up with Coco. Nothing out of the ordinary, only it was them alone. In a Car. With the keys given to him, questionable, but he gladly accepted. It wasn't a common fleet for him to get the car keys. He smiled internally as he marched towards the car.

"I'll Drive, You Navigate."

"But-"

"The most you could do for nearly killing me" This really was getting old for Coco. And they knew it would never stop.

"But I'll navigate us off a cliff!" Continuing their protest. Their navigating skills weren't for the part. Believe them. They didn’t get a job as a profiler based on their geographical skills. Not to mention the incident of the lonely cow comes to mind, leading their friend Charles to a farm where they found a lonely cow, named Charles as well. At least they weren't the joke of the day back then. But of course, Spencer ignored them or simply walked away before they could protest any further.

"Charlie here we come" Muttering under their breath as they stormed after Spencer.

There was a certain calmness associated with the systematic movement of something. Watching the vibrant trees pass by at the speed of the other. That dream of tranquility can never be gained when one was driving. For which, against all the odds, Coco was thankful for. But the anxiety associated with following a GPS could never be dialed down. No amount of delirium could ever change that.

"Turn right on the next cut" A frown was plastered on their face as they caressed the cloth of their pants. The rough yet partially smooth texture always seemed to calm them down in intense situations like this one.

Other than Coco guiding Spencer with the directions, there was complete silence. Silence, to Spencer, was like an old friend. Since silence never had the power to hurt you and words—especially his mother's—were always sharp as a knife. Twisting deep into his heart just because of a shattered thought. However, for Coco it was the complete opposite, having grown into a large family, noise was pretty much all of their past. So they tried humming to drown out the silence but it barely worked. So when Spencer’s voice cut their humming, it was greatly appreciated.

"Why Coco?" His question wasn't the most surprising one, they could see that he had been sitting on this question for a while now. Just didn't have the guts to ask. Which seemed typical for his personality. Regardless, a wave of nostalgia succumbed them, reminiscing of what used to be.

"From where I come from there was this brand of biscuits of sorts called Cocomo which I ate a lot as a child." They paused, now that they thought about it. It wasn’t that grand but it was theirs "My Baba pretty much called me such ever since and it caught on from there"

Maybe for them it wasn't great but the way Spencer smiled it felt like it was the they had the entire world handed to them. It wasn't envy this time, no. It was curiosity, a curiosity to delve into the mind of what it seemed to him was uncharted territory of the impossible. So no, not envy to the life they might've lived, possibly with a father that actually stayed when things got hard rather than leaving a broken family shattered to pieces beyond repair, nor was it their open personality adaptable to changes in life. When all Spencer could do was feel lost, deep in the roots of the unknown, curled up into a ball with no one to aid him. No one but himself.

"I'm gonna go on a limb here and say that you named the prank battle Cocomo for the same reason?" Giving Spencer a quick glance they let out an amused snort, shaking their head when Spencer gave them a questioning look. Oh if he knew. Poor Doctor would start stuttering. As a chain reaction, their left hand touched their left thigh. Lightly gripping it then promptly removing it.

“Essentially yes, and it was a good mix for the both of our names” Their gaze met with Spencer, his eyes were wide, but not with humour but with an odd mix of emotions: embarrassed, fear and confusion. Coco knew that if Spencer had not been driving the car, this would be the moment he'd start to fidget with his bag. Upon realizing that he saw their unconscious movement, they knew what was to come.

"OhmygoshIamsosorry!" This wasn't just an apology of a man feeling guilty but of one who feels that the world was about to crash and burn just because of an unintentional phrase he used. Something assuming that'll break the natural of order of their surroundings. A man who would be at fault of the dark corruption that could occur. His self esteem—despite the countless degrees and diploma—was cracked, they realized. He didn’t see himself the way others saw him. Believing that he carried the weight of the world all because of his extraordinary capabilities. And no amount of them telling him it was alright made it better.

"Dr Reid! ..Spencer, stop the car!" Their words weren't harsh but firm. His hands were trembling, and his eyes glazed, he wasn't in the state of mind to safely drive a car, for his own safety much less theirs. Fortunately, with his mental state he was still able park the car with little hindrance.

It was as if he couldn't breath. No matter how many times he inhaled or exhaled, it was never enough. His throat was closing up as he tried to grasp onto the loop of reality. Tranquility. Calmness. He vividly remembered what his Mother used to do to calm him down from a Panic attack, going over the traditional exercises to humming Mozart through the aftershocks. But there was no calmness here. Just disappointment. Disappointment towards himself and his situation. What would she say if she looked at him now? Would she have dropped everything to run him through this excruciating attack? Or would she give him the disappointed glare he was so used to seeing?

"-at me!" He was drowning, drowning in his own mind. In the various what ifs life could present. He couldn’t hear them, just partially as if they were talking in water. Mentally berating himself to focus, focus on anything to distract him from the deep fall of the dark abyss of over thinking.

Tears escaped his eyes, running down his cheeks as if they too wanted to sprint away from the desperation of his mind. Struggling to open his eyes, he saw Coco. Their eyes filled with concern and their lips moving slowly. Always in a similar motion.

"What? I don-" His voice sounded so weak. If he had enough mental capacity he would've cringed but he was beyond exhausted and in desperate need of some peace in mind.

"Spencer, I need you to look at me." He listened, though it was hard but the exercises helped. Their voice dragging him out of his mind into the world where they belonged. Inhaling after working through the aftershocks of the dreaded fall, their signature chocolate scent greeted him. Unlike last time, it was a scent he welcomed rather than comparing it with the downfall of his family. They only pulled away when they could see Spencer was more in his senses even if he had some difficulties in talking.

"How do you do it?" The silence they had maintained to give Spencer some quiet was broken from his abrupt question. Though they didn't get the question.

"Do what?"

"Being yourself. The good and bad.. I'm not saying you're bad! You're not bad-" a slight touch on his elbow snapped him out of the hole he was about to dig himself in. "Being who you are and being pleased with it. Making it seem so easy." They raised their eyebrows, not expecting a deep question like that.

"It's as simple as making boundaries, from just a simple no when you can't do something, stop letting your negative thoughts to overpower to what's positive because believe me Spencer there are many things to love about you, your kind nature, altruism and creativity that knows no bounds. All to letting go. Let go of the past, or at least try to let it go, because the past is a deadly weapon that freezes the mind but not the body. And time does little to help you." Thank you for coming to my Ted talk. Taking out their handy water bottle and taking a sip of water. Their throat dried up from the whole speech.

Silence had seemed to be the both of their friend this trip. Because, once again, they two were silent, but for entirely different reasons than awkwardness. It was the time Spencer had to take to process the kind words spoken to him.

"I know it's all hard to accept but we'll take it a day at a time" Coco knew, that it wouldn’t be that easy to induce a better mindset upon Spencer. But they'll sure as hell try, even if it takes years to instill. They were here to stay, which Spencer understood. They would stay for the real Spencer Reid.

But as sweet this moment was it all had to crash and fade as a realization hit.

"Ummm Coco?" Humming in response, they smiled at him. Oh how bad he felt to be the one to make it fade. He looked through the windows left and right before he spoke.

"..I don't know? But I'm pretty sure I saw a farm somewhere near"

"Coco."

"Yes?"

"It was a residential area." Even in this moment of panic, Spencer couldn't find himself to worry since walking through Uncharted territory didn’t feel as dreadful at that moment.

The curled up little boy finally had someone to hold his hand through the harsh rain pelting at him. Someone who rejected the notion of perfection and carried him out of the tides of fire called his mind. It finally felt nice to feel accepted after being lost in an unknown place for so long to finally being adored through his imperfections. Maybe he could do this. A step at a time against the raging world with a little peace every step of the way.

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It’s Prom Season, everyone!

Or it...was? So depending on where you live and when you actually had it, you might be going or have gone to Prom this next couple of weeks.  Most places (at least in the U.S.) are opening back up, and that means that kids at school are coming back together just in time to dress up and party out.

This whole train of thought came up when I was delivering packages last week.  I saw so many kids wearing tuxedos and dressed, so I guess they were heading out for the night.  I talked to a couple kids, and they just seemed so relieved they were doing something normal for the first time in over a year.

I suppose you’re wondering why I’m bringing this up? For (Big Hero) 6 reasons, obviously. (Spoiler: I don’t actually have six reasons.) But before we get to that...a little history of little ol’ Arct.

*pulls up rocking chair* (Spoiler again: I don’t actually have a rocking chair.)

I remember my prom very well.  I also recall there being a big controversy because the students of my high school could vote for the theme.  I don’t remember all of the choices, but I do remember what I voted for.

Toga Party. Because who doesn’t love a Toga Party?

Now, thinking back, everyone showing up in a white bedsheet and making sure that everyone was actually wearing something appropriate underneath (or anything, really) would have been a nightmare.  So they went with the “safe” choice. “Kiss From A Rose”. Yes.  That “Kiss From A Rose”.

Methinks that the staff didn’t look into the meaning of the song when it was chosen, because I didn’t hear any objections from them. I went with a small group of four people: myself, my twin brother, his girlfriend (now wife, by the way), and her best friend Shannon.  We were the respective third and fourth wheels; it was all about my brother and his girlfriend. For the record, Shannon and I didn’t go to prom together.  We went together, but not together.  Glad we cleared that up. To make an already long story drastically shorter, I had a really good time.  Chatted with friends, watched from afar as the people who were meant to be prom king and queen become prom king and queen, and I danced like most awkward teenagers do at that age. I also got a slow dance with Shannon.  I think it was out of pity more than anything because of the aforementioned awkward teenage thing, but it was still nice.  Protip, prom goers out there: a slow dance is a slow dance.  Take what you can get. So where am I going with this?

I was thinking about how we have two members of the Big Hero 6 gang that never got an opportunity to go to any sort of dance, and it’s the two that you are already thinking of: Hiro and Karmi.  Hiro, being 14, never went to high school.  Based off of Karmi’s presumed age of 16, she probably only went to one year of high school, and if she was anything like she was when Hiro first met her, she wouldn’t have been asked.  That, and freshman are normally not allowed to go to these things anyway. Now the others...that’s fun to think about. Honey Lemon?  Totally would have gone.  Probably got voted prom queen. Go Go?  Totally would have not gone.  Probably got voted prom queen as the class prank. Fred?  Never went to public school (presumably), so the closest thing he got to one was his Bro-tillion. Wasabi?  Hmm.  I feel like he’s the kind of person that would go stag (aka he went to a group event alone). Now, I don’t know what Megan’s thing was in “Something’s Fishy”, but whatever it was, she and Hiro were definitely younger than everyone else there (or maybe it was just animated that way for some reason):

The theme was “Dance The Night Away”, so maybe it was prom?  Perhaps a bit too early, depending on the timeframe of the season, but still.

Where was I going with this? Well, I think it’s mostly just me think about a scenario where I can imagine Hiro and Karmi getting themselves in a “prom”-esque situation where they have no idea what they’re doing.  Karmi would kind of know, but never being in that situation would cause her to immediately seize up.  That’s the kind of thing that I imagine Hiro (because it’s Karmi-related) would take the lead on. Which actually brings up a lingering thought:

(Hiro, get out of the way for a second.) I flatly refuse to believe that Karmi just happened to have this dress lying around just for the purposes of going to a Liv Amara-hosted event.  It’s too quick.  So, why does she have this dress?  Quinceañera (or Pakistani equivalent)?  Dinners out with her lawyer parents? Or...perhaps maybe a slightly sadder reason?

“I...never got invited.” Hiro winced. “Sorry.” “It wasn't your fault.  I was an idiot for thinking that anyone would actually invite me to prom.” “I would have invited you.” Karmi turned her head to look at him, her cheeks going more pink.  “Hiro, you were twelve at the time.  And also not in high school.”  She paused, and then added, “And you didn't even know me back then.” “Like any of that has ever stopped me before.”

She set her gaze back outside to the rain.  “It's ironic, right?  Us talking about this, and look at us.  All dressed up and no place to go.”

[Stopped there because future story spoilers.]

Well, I guess I don’t have to imagine a situation where this could happen. Because it’s going to happen. Get your slow dance, ladies and gentlemen.  Because you bet your butt that I’m going to make sure Hiro and Karmi get theirs.

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Name:    Burak  Shams Date  of  birth:    9th  December,  1976 Species:    human Gender:    cis - male    he / him Ethnicity:  Muhajir Nationality:  Pakistani Sexuality:  heterosexual Religion:  Muslim Family:  Lamia  Shams    (  wife,  married  1998  )    Aurora  Shams    (  daughter,  b.  1999  )    and  Rayyan  Shams    (  son,  b.  2001  ) Languages:  Urdu,  English,  and  French Occupation:  owner  of  Shams  Hotels  and  Resorts. Current  location:  travels  around  a  lot  but  his  main  home  is  in  Karachi.

Face  and  voice  claim:    here    (  featuring  his  beautiful  wife  ) Height:    6'3" Hair:    salt  and  pepper. Eyes:    dark  brown. Build:    muscular  with  broad  shoulders.  Exercised.  Chiseled  and  sharp  features.     Scars:    multiple  surgical  scars  on  his  left  ear  lobe  from  a  bike  accident  and  one  on  his  wrist  from  another  bike  accident.  Another  scar  on  his  right  calf  from  …  yes,  a  bike  accident. Piercings  and  tattoos:    none Mannerisms:    sharp  eyes,  saccadic  eye  movements,  suppressed  smiles,  placid  expressions,  clenched  jaw  in  anger,  finger  tapping,  and  fingers  tapping  against  surfaces.    

MBTI:    ISTP Zodiac:    Sagittarius  sun,  Cancer  moon,  and  Aries  rising. Archetype:    the  rebel Enneagram:    8w9 Alignment:    chaotic  good

   Burak  was  born  to  an  upper  middle  class  family  in  Islamabad,  Pakistan.  His  father  worked  in  the  foreign  office  and  his  mother  was  a  university  professor.  Naturally,  they  expected  him  to  follow  suit  with  academics.  Burak,  however,  was  made  of  a  different  clay.  With  brown  hair  akin  to  a  disheveled  crown  resting  atop  his  head,  he  was  found  running  about  the  garden  with  his  golden  retriever.  Never  one  to  sit  still,  forget  sitting  still  long  enough  in  class.  No,  he  was  rather  found  attempting  to  pry  apart  a  clock  and  then  putting  it  back  together.  His  hands  itched  to  comprehend  the  world.  What  good  are  books  when  you  can  learn  from  your  hands?  Growing  up,  these  gifts  of  his  only  blossomed  with  age.  When  he  was  nine  he  built  a  chicken  coop  by  himself.  When  he  was  eleven,  he  began  fixing  things  in  the  kitchen.  His  abilities  did  not  stop  here,  he  was  a  gifted  athlete.  He  played  soccer  for  his  team  all  throughout  school  till  college.  He  also  participated  in  basketball  and  cricket.

   In  1993,  when  he  was  just  sixteen,  his  family  moved  to  Karachi.  Burak,  however  untalented  at  making  friends,  found  one  in  Emir  despite  their  differing  personalities.  Emir  Khan  was  an  affable  extrovert  known  for  his  charm  and  his  flirtatious  nature.  The  son  of  a  millionaire,  spoiled  rotten.  Burak  was  a  shy,  seemingly  grouchy,  introvert.  They  were  poles  apart  but  it  was  his  great  fortune  that  he  befriended  Emir.  A  fact  he  utterly  believed  in  when  Burak  finally  met  Lamia  Khan;  Emir’s  effervescent,  blunt  sister  with  her  round  impish  eyes  and  her  fiery  temperament.  She  would  pick  fights  with  him  and  he  would  encourage  her.  It  was  the  equivalent  of  a  school  boy  pulling  ponytails  because  he  liked  her  but  did  not  know  how  to  express  it.  They  would  often  tease  and  prank  one  another.  Jests  that  ranged  from  leaving  the  iron  to  burn  the  other’s  clothes  to  adding  ants  to  the  other’s  tea.  Their  petty  arguments  seemed  like  fights.  It  was  during  one  of  these  arguments  that  he  confessed  his  feelings  for  her,  Lamia  callously  rejected  him  at  first.  Weeks  went  by  and  Burak’s  absence  left  an  ache  in  Lamia’s  heart.  Moments  when  he  was  all  she  could  think  of.  There  was  no  doubt,  it  was  love.  So,  she  went  to  him  and  confessed  to  the  lovesick  puppy.  It  should  have  been  a  happy  ever  after,  but  Lamia’s  father  was  stoutly  against  their  union.  He  thought  they’d  fall  out  of  love  soon  enough  and  was  in  for  a  rude  awakening  when  twenty  year  old  Lamia  decided  to  marry  Burak.  Her  mother  sided  with  her  and  Burak’s  father,  the  two  got  married  despite  the  blatant  disapproval  from  both  sides  of  the  family.  Yet,  they  never  felt  anything  but  happiness.  They  knew  this  was  forever.      

   Burak  and  Lamia  went  on  to  have  little  Aurora  the  next  year  and  she  was  already  her  father’s  little  princess.  Burak  has  never  loved  anyone  the  way  he  loved  Aurora.  He  would  carry  her  around,  rush  to  do  every  little  task,  sing  her  lullabies,  and  buy  her  whatever  he  thought  she  would  like  to  have.  He  would  wake  her  up  for  school,  make  her  meals,  and  help  her  get  ready.  He  would  braid  her  hair  and  have  tea  parties  with  her.  After  all,  she  was  the  sunrise  in  his  life.  She  was  named  Aurora  because  like  dawn,  she  had  brought  a  new,  hopeful  morning  in  their  lives.  Two  years  after  Aurora  was  born,  they  had  Rayyan.  His  children  and  his  family  became  the  most  cherished,  beloved  thing  in  his  entire  existence.  More  than  his  work,  and  more  than  the  business  empire  he  set  up  to  show  his  father  in  law  that  he  could  treat  his  daughter  much  better  than  he  ever  did.

   Currently,  Burak  is  living  his  dream  existence.  He  is  proud  of  his  family  and  he  is  utterly  and  devotedly  in  love  with  his  wife.  They  still  indulge  in  playful  arguments  as  they  cook  dinner  together  with  kisses  snuck  in  between  that  their  children  roll  their  eyes  and  scoff  at.  He  has  heard  of  the  boy  his  daughter  is  in  love  with  and  despite  his  protective  nature,  he  is  definitely  going  to  love  Tida  like  a  son.    

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Pearls of Wisdoms for Pakis

Beloved Janta of Pakistan,

I would also like to share a secret with you, which you might never apprehend from a person from any other country, especially from an Indian. We LOVE YOU, We are obsessed with you. We enjoy infatuation comparable to that of a 14-year boy who has one on a girl living in his neighborhood, like that teenager whose heart warms up with the girl's sight. Still, he tends to tease her or plays whimsical pranks on her. It is his way of showing his affection.

Accept it, my fellow former Countrymen, you guys are in deep love with us as well. I have felt it first-hand. You folks love watching our Movies and fantasy our starlets. Sing Bollywood songs while proposing to your love. Ache to enjoy Mumbai and Delhi's nightlife. Some of you would even love to reside permanently here for a better future. There is also constant discrimination in every viewpoint; it may be Cricket or politics; in all honesty, you think of our day and night.

Keeping this indefinable affection for each other aside for a while, there is a bitter revelation that you people will have to accept and even feed it in the brains of the future generations to come. I am sure that maximum people over your side of the border should by now have conceded that India will never ever surrender Kashmir in your Lap. It won't be possible in at least another century ahead.

You see, in the manner where India's GDP had expanded from 10 Thousand Crores in the 1950s to more than 10 Lacs Crores in 2019, our sentiment of Nationalism has additionally, grown in a comparable pattern. There was a phenomenal hike in this feeling after India's general elections 2014 onwards; the reason for such an increase is unknown to me. So, the moral is, with such a vast Nationalism level in the hearts of the Aam Janta here, I don't think so parting away an inch of land to anyone would be possible.

Won't it look dishonorable for us in the front of the entire world if we lose the land to you guys who are quite behind then us in all the aspects? You will have to accept that technically both our countries are 73 years old this year. Over this side of the border, we have gradually upgraded in all aspects a Nation has to grow. I could virtually challenge you in where you guys can prove to be better in any improvement zone. This is the land wherein the year 1981 Indian Actor Amitabh enacted on the evergreen song "Dekha Ek Khawab " and his Dame Rekha in the movie Silsila hence parting away with Kashmir is painful to us as it will not only hurt our Ego and furthermore offer grief to Amitji.  

Forget the BJP led NDA, Even the Congress-led UPA cannot think of such a gormless deal. The primary reason is that they want to come into power next term too to provide Public service. Now you people only tell which government will be such dimwits to kick their own rear and be signed on the history textbook of 10-year-old kids as the People who gave away Kashmir.

Realize this, Pakistani Government, Your Army and also ISI can't withhold the idea of getting the region of Kashmir in your Nation's Map, even they know that your national flag will never rise in Capital of Srinagar but since it was an Inaugural Political Agenda when your Country was created in where the principal objective of this agenda was to collect vote from you guys and funds from other countries in the name of Kashmir. It is their lollypop for you fellows that their respective parties if came in power, an ideal environment will be created where; a newly wedded couple from Lahore can drive to Srinagar for their honeymoon without a stamp on their Passport and enjoy a bite of Kashmiri Apple laying in the front deck of a Shikara in Dal Sarovar. It's All Fake, acknowledge it, and move on.

So to my Indian friends,

There was a massive inspiration for me to compose this article. It was shocking that it came from the other side of the border. In the great Indian lockdown of 2020, I who was ideally workless like many of us all, I went through many videos of this Pakistani Newsreader and Political Debate Show Host Dr. Fiza Akbar Khan on YouTube. By her venomous language, the passion for thrashing India and people over here and that high pitched voice made me think of another Indian Debate Show Host.  I am convinced that they are unquestionably biologically related to each other. So I should not have a problem with her blabbering rubbish towards my Country as her Bhaiya here likewise.  

But I have to admit that her language did hurt me because, unlike her Bhaiya over there who trashes Pakistan in the English language, she uses Urdu, which sounds quite similar to the Hindi language to illuminate unpleasant garbage, the reason is entirely psychological for me being hurt. For example, If somebody calls you a Motherfucker, you might not be offended in the same manner if you are called Madar***d (Pardon my Language).

This Pakistani Anchor goes on and on that How Poor, Uneducated, Physically and Mentally Weak, Shelterless, we Indians live in this Country where our economy is going into the drain. We are foolish people to elect Shri Modi as PM of our Country and that too twice. There is a vast level of discrimination on minorities over here. The world's biggest Democracy is over. In the distant future, if Kashmir is not given to them its freedom, then Islamabad will be the next capital of Pakistan and India.

Can you believe this, she has mentioned all this on her show and that too in a language which can easily pierce in our heart. Let's not get also angered about this and start calling her names. She is just doing her job. She is giving favored content to people of over there what her Bhaiya is doing over there.

As pragmatic as I can get about whatever she says on her show about us, I just can't accept it, I am too egoistic as an Indian to even reply or curse on her Video on YouTube comment section. Hence, I planned to dedicate this entire blog to Dr. Fiza Khan, whom I seriously don't mean to offend as Women, her Nation, and especially not her Religion and would like to give her some advice.

Avoid Echoing about Nukes: A round of applause towards Dr. Abdul Qadeer Khan for building Nuclear Weapons, a program from a stolen uranium centrifuge design and a network of grey-market suppliers. But stop jabbering in your show that Pakis can nuke India in case a War erupts between us. Even If Jinnah Sahab from Heaven above commands your Arm Force to it, they will effortlessly deny his orders and don't stress. We likewise won't squander our atomic weapon on you. These weapons are like those expensive Portraits which you can proudly hang in your Living Room, but can't take it out on a date. Stop even using the word Nuke in your show.

Comparison between the PMs: PM Imran Sahab seems to be a jolly good fellow who also appears to try to administrate better than any other PMs or Military leaders of your Country. Let me tell you bluntly that there is no comparison with his Counterpart over here; in fact, he even doesn't stand anywhere nearby India's previous Prime Minister.    

Paki's Diplomatic Policies Debacle: This is a typical miscue. You and many colleagues of you have repeatedly misguided your Citizens that Pakistan can easily use the benefit of its diplomatic relationship with a few First World Country and pressurize India on Kashmir Issue. Well, Honey, This is an open challenge to your PM, along with Mr. Qureshi Sahab go to any so-called super Power for assistance or call end numbers of meeting in OIC ( Organisation of Islamic Cooperation ). Nobody will be ready to intervene in the Valley issue for one of the main reason, Why would any country create enmity with the Country will more than 100 Million Population which is a significant business open doors for their corporates.

Playing Second Fiddle: I initially watched your Debate show of earlier years. You always mentioned the US as your elder brother and will still stand next to you along with Saudi Arabia. These were the two countries which you saw as your personal ATM. Lately, these ATM machines stopped removing Cash and Kinds, which they earlier showered on your Country, so you bashed them and accused both these Super Power for adultery. These started leaning towards us. Then you went to China and become a Virtual Puppet who dances on their tunes. Now the problem arises that the entire world started forming against your elder brother and accused them as the creator of the Pandemic of 2020. So you began a rigid assembly against them as well, and now your nation is in an arrangement for another development with Malaysia and Turkey. Understand this dear Fiza ben that in distant future you will have to abuse these two countries also while your government will go and beg to some other countries, maybe North Korea.

Last but not least, which I have already mentioned why Kashmir will never be part of Pakistan earlier in the blog. Read repeatedly till the concept is glued by heart, and if possible, explain it to your people there.

Defense products will be purchased in the name of Kashmir. For Fiscal Year 20-21 Defense expenditure of Pakistan is 1,289 Billion Dollars. India's expenses on the same would be around 66 Billion Dollars. Can you believe these Figures? This Moolah could otherwise be used in Infrastructure and improving the lifestyle of citizens of the respective Country. Civilians and Soldiers' blood will be shed on the name of Kashmir. Approximately 120000 deaths have been registered since 1989, which also includes unsympathetic deaths of militants and terrorists. Television Media will go on with Live debates inviting aficionados and enthusiasts to increase their TRP on the name of Kashmir. Newspapers and magazines will publish viperous articles vocalizing each other's blame for being troublemakers on Kashmir's name. Many commercial Movies and Web Series will also be produced on Kashmir's name. Still, by endeavoring all means of Peace or War, this dream of some of yours will never be fulfilled.

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TIFU by trying to prank my sister but having her freak the neighbor kids out instead

This happened ten years ago. I heard about this website where you could plug in a few facts and it would spit out a fake video news story about a serial killer with clues about his/her next victim. I decided to use this site to play a prank on my sister. At the time, I was in my mid-20s and working in Russia and she was at home (Minnesota) from college for the summer.

I plugged in some facts like our hometown and a few things that would sound like my sister (as the potential victim) and sent the link to her with something like "wow isn't this weird??" The video looked so fake I didn't think she'd buy it but I should have known better. My sister is kind of histrionic and doesn't have a lot of common sense. Apparently she got so scared she ran over to the next door neighbors house with the laptop crying and screaming. They were a Pakistani family that had just moved in and the kids were home alone (the oldest was, like, 12). They didn't know us, they were new to town and as I now know are naturally kind of quiet children so were fairly freaked out by this 20-something knocking on their door and having a meltdown.

I, of course, was in Russia and communication was not instantaneous so it took a while to communicate that it was a prank.

My parents were very embarrassed and relations with the neighbors were strained for years.

TL;DR: Made a prank video showing my sister as a potential serial killer victim, she didn't get at all that it was a prank and ended up scaring the neighbor kids in a bad way.

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Day One Hundred Thirty-Four

Hey, teacher fam, we all survived April Fools’ Day!

I was actually teaching very serious things, so there were no shenanigans. I kind of wish I’d thought of a good prank or something, but... Nah. I had to teach about extremism. 

In APUSGOV, I gave a lecture about civil rights policy-making that occurred after what’s traditionally marked as the “Civil Rights Movement” (AKA after 1968), and then turned my students’ attention to the backlash against said policy-making (because that continued after 1968, too, of course). I focused particularly on the recent uptick in hate crimes in the US and around the world. I showed an excerpt of Frontline/ProPublica’s Documenting Hate, which was eye-opening, sobering, and heavy... I knew it would be, so left about twenty-five minutes of time afterwards for conversation. I discussed online radicalization in a fair amount of detail because my students had questions about how white supremacist groups (and other groups, too, because extremism always looks the same) were recruiting members. That it happens in spaces they frequent- like social media sites- is understandably chilling. 

In World, my students and I discussed Pakistan. Last class, I’d ended with the point that the war in Afghanistan is Pakistan’s war, too, but before I got into that today I went over their homework, which was to research anything about Pakistani culture. I wanted them to know something about it separate from the war, so that they’d see its vibrancy and understand what was being threatened by extremism. We talked about family traditions, food, holidays, weddings, sports, agriculture... Then I showed some pictures from my various Pakistani teacher friends (I have several because I assisted in a summer institute for teachers from Pakistan while I was in grad school), all of whom live in very different regions of the country. From that, my students were able to see a real contrast between the tribal areas and the more developed regions in the east. In both my classes, students guessed that extremist groups settled in the tribal areas and began their recruiting there, spreading eastward.

I showed a quick video on exactly that, and the Pakistani army’s effort’s to fight back. It showed the extremists’ recruitment of young boys- poor orphans, mainly- and their training, which- like the film I showed in APUSGOV- is eye-opening, sobering, and heavy... Students had lots to say about that, especially knowing what they did about Pakistani culture- knowing what these boys were being deprived of, as one girl put it. I was thrilled someone made that connection in our discussion.

One of the other things that the video mentioned repeatedly was that, prior to the War On Terror, the tribal region had been pretty autonomous and the army’s presence had been minimal. Again, in both classes, students asked why the army was concentrated in the east rather than the west, which gave me the perfect lead-in to their homework: a reading on the history of India and Pakistan. I love when I can end a lesson in a “To be continued...” kind of a fashion. It makes it clear that the homework isn’t busy work. It’s the next piece of the puzzle, and knowing that makes it engaging for students. So, not surprisingly, most of them finished it before class ended. 

Awesome thing? During Block 2, as I was taking attendance, I heard Mr. F saying something about the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki to his algebra class. He said he couldn’t remember what the bombs were called, so- without missing a beat- I opened the door between our rooms, told him their names, and went back to taking attendance. BOOM. I AM A WIZARD!

Other awesome thing? I was observed during my Block 4 class. That’s my most thoughtful, insightful, full of questions class. And they were on fire. BOOM AGAIN!

So things were awesome, and a lot of learning happened, but extremism is a mentally draining thing to teach about, especially if it’s the subject of every single class in a day. How did I shake it off? I went to track practice in blustery, 35-degree weather and ran around with my sprinters. I got windburn on my face, and mud all over my shoes, and had an absolute ball. 

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