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Sociology textbook: *Mentions the Turing Test*

My brain:

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Self-Compacting Concrete: Key Ingredients and Mix Design

Self-Compacting Concrete (SCC) flows effortlessly and fills complex formwork without requiring external vibration, thanks to its advanced mix design. But what is Self Compacting Concrete? It’s a high-performance concrete that uses a blend of cement, aggregates, and superplasticizers to achieve its self-leveling and self-consolidating properties. The advantages of SCC are significant. Self…

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5 best apps that will guide you through the CUET exam!

Are you a student of 12th standard and preparing for CUET? Common University Entrance Test preparation is crucial for senior secondary students. To prepare for this exam, these 5 apps can be really helpful.

National Test Abhyas: It is a platform that offers a variety of practice tests for CUET. These tests are designed to help students assess their preparation level and identify their areas of weakness.

It also provides a detailed analysis of students performance which can help them improve their scores.

CUET 2023 Exam Preparation App: Thisapp is useful for Science Humanities and Commerce students for the preparation of CUET UG.

It provides Question banks Quizzes previous year papers and mock tests with all India rank for regular practice.

CUET Mock app: CUET Mock is for students of class 12 preparing for board examinations or Common University Entrance Test CUET.

It is a technologydriven platform that provides aspirants with complete online assessment modules for CUET examination. All Mock tests are based on the pattern prescribed by National Testing Agency NTA.

DUBuddy: It is an app designed to assist students in preparing for CUET exams. This app keeps students updated with the latest news and announcements including the CUET exam date CUET result date and other important information.

Toprankers: This app offers a comprehensive mock test series that covers all the topics and question types that are likely to appear in the CUET exam.

It has a team of experienced teachers who provide video lectures on all the topics that are covered in the CUET exam.

Source : https://tech.hindustantimes.com/web-stories/5-best-apps-that-will-guide-you-through-the-cuet-exam-71691382838321.html

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5 best apps that will guide you through the CUET exam!

Are you a student of 12th standard and preparing for CUET? Common University Entrance Test preparation is crucial for senior secondary students. To prepare for this exam, these 5 apps can be really helpful.

National Test Abhyas: It is a platform that offers a variety of practice tests for CUET. These tests are designed to help students assess their preparation level and identify their areas of weakness.

It also provides a detailed analysis of students performance which can help them improve their scores.

CUET 2023 Exam Preparation App: This app is useful for Science Humanities and Commerce students for the preparation of CUET UG.

It provides Question banks Quizzes previous year papers and mock tests with all India rank for regular practice.

CUET Mock app: CUET Mock is for students of class 12 preparing for board examinations or Common University Entrance Test CUET.

It is a technology driven platform that provides aspirants with complete online assessment modules for CUET examination. All Mock tests are based on the pattern prescribed by National Testing Agency NTA.

DUBuddy: It is an app designed to assist students in preparing for CUET exams. This app keeps students updated with the latest news and announcements including the CUET exam date CUET result date and other important information.

Toprankers: This app offers a comprehensive mock test series that covers all the topics and question types that are likely to appear in the CUET exam.

It has a team of experienced teachers who provide video lectures on all the topics that are covered in the CUET exam.

SOURCE: https://tech.hindustantimes.com/web-stories/5-best-apps-that-will-guide-you-through-the-cuet-exam-71691382838321.html

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5 best apps that will guide you through the CUET exam!

Are you a student of 12th standard and preparing for CUET? Common University Entrance Test preparation is crucial for senior secondary students. To prepare for this exam, these 5 apps can be really helpful.

National Test Abhyas: It is a platform that offers a variety of practice tests for CUET. These tests are designed to help students assess their preparation level and identify their areas of weakness.

It also provides a detailed analysis of students performance which can help them improve their scores.

CUET 2023 Exam Preparation App: This app is useful for Science Humanities and Commerce students for the preparation of CUET UG.

It provides Question banks Quizzes previous year papers and mock tests with all India rank for regular practice.

CUET Mock app: CUET Mock is for students of class 12 preparing for board examinations or Common University Entrance Test CUET.

It is a technology driven platform that provides aspirants with complete online assessment modules for CUET examination. All Mock tests are based on the pattern prescribed by National Testing Agency NTA.

DUBuddy: It is an app designed to assist students in preparing for CUET exams. This app keeps students updated with the latest news and announcements including the CUET exam date CUET result date and other important information.

Toprankers: This app offers a comprehensive mock test series that covers all the topics and question types that are likely to appear in the CUET exam.

It has a team of experienced teachers who provide video lectures on all the topics that are covered in the CUET exam.

SOURCE: https://tech.hindustantimes.com/web-stories/5-best-apps-that-will-guide-you-through-the-cuet-exam-71691382838321.html

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Aprendiendo sobre los avances tecnológicos, disfruta y comparte

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Split Lips (tasm!peter parker x reader)

Part two

series summary: Its simple hating peter parker, the cocky asshole who has made it his mission to one up you every chance he gets. In the same vein, its simple loving spiderman, the sweet masked vigilante who has made it his mission to ensure your safety. How simple will it be when the two worlds meet.

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chapter summary: You never want Peter Parker around, but you find he tents to show up whenever you need him most.

word count: 4.9k

chapter contents: reader is intended to be fem! , language, a little banter and a little fluff, reader is anxious and a mess,  idk anything about american diner culture, these two r awkward idiots that don’t know how to be soft 

note: poor pete just wants to be your friend, and poor reader is a disaster girl. I had so much fun writing this chapter I hope yall enjoy it!, thank u charlie for editing

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chapter one / chapter two / chapter three / chapter four (ongoing!)

Your earphones carry music to your eardrums, blaring at the highest volume possible, it's a feeble attempt to drown out your thoughts and you’re not quite sure it’s working. It crosses your mind that you should probably lower the volume sparing others in the library from the distraction, however, as you find yourself re-reading the same sentence for the third time, you can’t quite find it in yourself to care. 

A groan slips past your lips, the heels of your palms find the sockets of your eyes and you sit like this for a moment before dragging your hands down your face in irritation. Your biology textbook sits on the desk in front of you, the annotated page, a testament to last night's productivity, mocks you with its perfection. 

You’ve been at this since Eleven a.m. and you can quite literally feel your brain melting out of your head, it’s rare you have trouble studying, actually, you would go so far as to call it a forte of yours. You blame your recent bout of sleeplessness and curse how busy your brain has been the last few nights. 

Sliding your sleeve just above your watch, you check the time, it reads ‘one twenty-six p.m.’. “Shit,” you exhale, scolding yourself for letting the time slip through our hands.

You look at the testbook with disdain, promising yourself at least fifteen minutes of study before your shift at the diner begins. You flip to a new section and pray a change of scenery will kickstart your brain into surrendering a bit more work, though you feel deep down that it’s a lost cause. 

A defeated sigh escapes you, your eyes lock on the start of the page and you begin to read. The chapter talks of the immune system's response to pathogens and you recall touching on the topic in class. You specifically remember that day because Peter had ‘accidently’ spilt his milk all over your notes during one of his usual attempts to irritate you, despite the way his grin curled into that of a worried frown, and the way he had jumped into action, letting out frantic apologies, you’re not so sure it truly was an accident, though maybe that's what you’d like to think. 

Your brows furrow as you realise you’ve in fact lost your train of thought once again, your brain had wandered off about a thousand times already that morning, but it particularly bugs you this time as it dawns on you that you are unable to escape Peter Parker, even as you sit alone with your thoughts. For a second your throat feels tight and you think you could cry from pure frustration, though you look to the library that surrounds you, there are a mix of silently working students and businessmen, and you decide you don’t want to be the deranged woman crying into her biology textbook at one-thirty p.m. the afternoon before her test. 

You opt to take a deep breath rather than the later and you reread the line, taking a note on the sentence before completing the paragraph. You turn the page and you finally feel concentration begin to build. 

A yelp slips from your lips as a book drops and lands before you with a soft thud, it breaks the still silence of the library, shattering the first string of focus you had managed since last night's study session. Your gaze shoots upwards and you’re met with the same big brown eyes you’ve become accustomed to.  

“Enjoying your last-minute study session?” he plops into the chair across from you carelessly. 

You struggle to hear him through your loud music though you quite like it that way.

Your eyes narrow and you rip your headphones out with a swift tug. Music plays from them softly as they’re discarded on the desk. “Peter-”, you start, and wish you had the chance to finish. 

���I finished studying last night but,” he slides your textbook across the table, spinning it in his direction so he can read your annotations, “it’s good to see you putting in the work,”

“Peter, I am going to kill you” In a fit of irritation, you aggressively shove the textbook back to your side of the desk, you genuinely cannot believe your luck or lack thereof. 

“That's not very nice,” 

“You…” you spit loudly, wincing at the volume of your voice before lowering your tone, “are not very nice.” Your hand motions to all of him and your eyes narrow further in aggravation. 

He mouths a humoured ‘wow’, and leans back in the chair with an arrogant grin and a cross of his arms.

“How did you even,” you find the words, “there are like twenty libraries in Queens and you’re

sitting across from me…” your arms crossed, “uninvited” you emphasise. 

He shrugs with a grin and leans over, digging through his beat-up backpack.

He silently places his things on the desk, ‘just make yourself at home’ you huff ironically with an eye roll. He laughs softly at your comment as he pulls out a small pencil case, it's dark blue and covered in Sharpie doodles, then grabs the rest of his books, piling them on top of the one he had used to startle you. 

“I thought you were done with studying” you deadpan. 

He hums a laugh, “you can never be done with studying" he quips sarcastically. 

You let out a breath of frustration as he continued digging through his bag. 

“Look Parker I really need to focus-”

“Oh I wanted to give you this,” he mumbles, cutting you off and pulling a sheet of paper from the backpack, sliding it across the desk to you. 

You look down at the page, it's a photocopied version of his messy, yet readable notes. 

“Your bio notes…?” you look up at him and meet his eyes, “why?” your brows furrow further though this time fueled by confusion. 

He hums, opening his book, “felt like being nice” he adds and you let out a humoured scoff. 

“And you just somehow knew…” you correct yourself with a clearing of your throat, “Well, thought I needed these” You watch him, a brow raised in confusion, 

“I can take them back,” he grins, meeting your eyes and reaching across to snatch them from your hands. You pull away, further furrowing your brow and begin reading the notes. 

“What did you do to them,” you ask, sceptically as you skim the page. His work seems genuine, in fact, the notes are far more well-versed than the half-assed sheet of scribbles you’ve been working on and you swallow the insecure feeling you’ve grown used to. 

He laughs, his smile growing as his hands pull back and raise defensively with a soft ‘nothing’. 

You spare him a cautious eye with a shake of your head, continuing to look through the notes. 

“Hey… look at this way,” his face turns earnest as he leans in to speak, you humour him, placing the paper down and giving him your attention. 

“Now you won’t fail” he nods, the mask of seriousness slipping away as he breaks into a stupid grin.

‘Asshole’ you mumble to yourself softly, a gentle smile tugs at the corners of your mouth and you shake your head. 

He watches you carefully, satisfied with the faint smile that curls on your lips. 

“Seriously though, how’d you know I’d be here?” your focus turns back to the notes with the raise of an eyebrow and the linger of a smile. 

He shrugs, leaning back in his chair, “remember that one time in English,” he says in an attempt to jog your memory, his hand finds the textbook in front of him and he fidgets with the pages, “we were fighting about the best libraries,” you’re sure he’s right because the two of you fight about everything, “you said this one was your favourite, specifically this area because you like to look into the garden” 

He’s right, you like to look out of the giant glass windows and watch people sitting in the library's garden, studying with their friends.

“And what, you wrote all that down in your journal?” you joke, watching as he laughs.

He hums nodding his head with a, ‘Yeah, wrote it all down in my personal diary’.

“No um,” he breathes a laugh, “I just have a good memory,” his eyes flick to meet yours, you exhale a sceptical hum, nodding your head in response. 

“How else do you think I beat you in all those exams,” he smirks watching the grin tug at your lips,

“What, like the one on friday?” you mock.

“No like the one tomorrow” he retorts. 

This pulls a laugh from your lips, you roll your eyes with a shake of your head. 

You hum as the laughter dies down, “you might’ve got me there” you say softly, letting up the teasing and your eyes leave his, suddenly very interested in your textbook. Unconsciously your lip slips between your teeth and Peter notices. 

“Do you… want help studying?” he offers awkwardly, it’s unusual for him and your eyes flick up, sending a sceptical look.  

You’re met with a genuine smile. 

You beckon him towards you with furrowed brows, he leans forward, accepting your hand against his forehead, with a roll of his eyes and a sweet laugh.

“No fever,” you hum, “but you’re just not acting like yourself,” you mumble in sarcastic dismay and your hand pulls from his forehead, sitting back in your chair, you turn your focus back to your textbook. 

"You're a regular comedian," he remarks dryly, a humoured smile never leaves his lips.

Your eyes keep on the page in front of you, “so I’ve been told” your voice drips with irony, pulling a laugh from Peter. 

“So…” his words fade though you know what he’s asking, he bites the inside of his cheek watching you. 

Your eyes drift to your watch before meeting his, they’re already staring at you. 

“I truly, truly would love to you” you deadpan with a nod, “I would, but luckily for me, I have work in about ten minutes and my boss will wring my neck if I’m late” You give a wry smile, collecting your things. 

A stupid grin stays curled on his lips, ‘yeah yeah’ he shoos you off with a roll of his eyes.

You’re satisfied with his reaction and push your chair into the desk. 

“Thanks for the notes!” you tease, waving them in his direction as you head for the door. 

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As dusk settles outside, the diner is left lit by the dingy light bulbs that hang overhead. Your eyes hurt from their flickering and you blink tightly with a shake of the head in an attempt at dulling the pain. 

Balancing a coffee cup in each hand and a slice of hot apple pie on your left wrist, you tread cautiously, one foot after another, approaching an older couple on the far right of the diner. The heat from the porcelain kisses the tips of your fingers, both cups filled to the brim with boiling hot coffee, your eyes trace the black liquid, watching as it sways with each step you take.

“Here you are,” you give a sweet smile to the older couple, placing their coffees down and hiding a wince as your raw fingers place the hot plate of apple pie between the two of them. The wife thanks you sweetly with a smile and you ask if there's anything else you can help them with, to which they politely decline. 

You offer a smile before turning on your heels and heading back to the kitchen, pushing open the swinging doors softly and slipping inside. You quite narrowly dodge a kitchen hand who’s balancing a towering stack of porcelain dinner plates, frantically apologising, you offer to help out but she swiftly brushes you off, rushing in another direction before you can finish your sentence. 

You slip to a quiet corner of the kitchen, avoiding the preparation benches and bury your face in your hands for just a moment, an exhale of frustration slips from your lips.   

“Hello!” Your manager's voice is grating as he calls your name, your hands drop from your face and you quickly turn to meet him, instead you’re met with clicking fingers inches away from you eyes, you recoil at his obnoxiousness with a flinch. “You’ve still got twenty minutes on the clock kid, get out there” his voice is raised over the sounds of the kitchen, he points to the kitchen doors and you send him a sheepish smile, ‘sorry’ rolls off your tongue but you’re not sure he hears, let alone cares for your apologies. Your expression drops to that of disgust as he passes by, heading to grab something from the freezers, and you throw the finger in his direction. 

You push through heavy kitchen doors, and you notice the back of a man's head sitting in your section of the diner. Rushing to the booth, your eyes flick to your watch quickly and you make a mental note that you have around fifteen minutes left. 

Your hand feels around your apron for your small notebook and pen and your eyes flick down to assist, “Hello welcome to Uncle Bills,” you find it and flip it open giving the man your name, “I’ll be your server today,” you plaster the usual cheesy smile on your face and look up to meet the eyes of the man you’re serving. 

“What a surprise seeing you here” 

“Parker…” your eyes narrow and you try to find the words, “Do you not have a job or like, anyone else to bug?” you genuinely wonder how it’s possible to see someone that you actively avoid twice in a day. 

“That's not a very nice way to talk to customers” he quips, tilting his head to the side.

“Seriously are you stalking me or something,” 

“What you didn’t know about that journal of mine?” he grins up at you, “the one with all that info about your favourite libraries” he laughs with a shrug, and mumbles a ‘thought you knew’.

You roll your eyes with a cross of your arms and turn to clean the table of an old trucker who had finished his burger.

“Wait, I’m sorry,” he laughs out, “I promise. I didn’t know you worked here,” his face is sincere though that stupid grin remains.

You raise your brows at him and a beat passes. 

“I just want a coffee,” he smiles sweetly. 

“Okay” you exhale a sigh, “how do you like it” 

“Just black,” he answers, “so um… when do you get off?”. 

“In like ten minutes thank god, why?” you question writing in your notepad.

“Sugar?” you ask before he can answer and he shakes his head with a, ‘no thanks’

“Well, I just thought, maybe I could walk you home”, he offers with a hint of uncertainty

“What, is my address missing from your journal?” you joke, putting your notepad back into your apron. 

“You’re just on fire today aren’t you” he teases. 

“Aren’t I always,” you give him a sarcastic grin. 

Before turning to get his coffee you pause a moment, meeting his eyes with a genuine smile, “Look Parker… thank you, for the offer but I’m… I’m just exhausted, maybe another time”, you nod and your teeth catch your lip picking at the skin as he responds. 

He nods softly, “Yeah, for sure”. 

You offer a pressed smile before turning to brew his coffee

You return just a moment later, lowering the near overflowing cup ever so slowly ensuring none of it spills. 

“There you go,” you lean in slightly, “I found you our biggest mug, absolutely free of charge” you whisper with a wink, sending a sweet smile.

“My hero” he murmurs sarcastically, matching your low tone with a grin. 

You let out a hum and stand up straight brushing your hands down your apron, “well I’m just about off” You smile and there's an awkward beat of silence.

“Hey you keep those notes I gave you safe, I heard they’re worth a lot” he teases, looking up at you. 

“Hmm, I don't recall any important notes, I did throw away a sheet of paper with unreadable chicken scratch on it though” 

He offers an eye-roll laced with amusement, wishing you a good night. 

You return the sentiment with a sweet grin. 

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Awkwardly, your hands fumble behind your back, untying your firmly tied apron. You grab your tips from the pocket and stuff them in your jean pocket. With care, you fold the apron neatly and slide it into the pigeon-hole designated with your name, swapping it with your jacket which you slip on. 

The image of Peter's big brown eyes flash in your mind and you feel the all-too-familiar pang of guilt rising in your throat. Your teeth snag your lips as you frown slightly and for a moment you think you should have accepted his offer to walk you home. 

You swing your backpack over your shoulder, taking a second to think, and release it’s likely you’ll catch him on your way out, you swallow your nerves and decide you’ll take him up on his offer. 

You let your manager know you’re leaving and push through the kitchen swinging doors, expecting to see Peter still sitting at the booth. 

Instead, you’re met with a half-drunken cup of coffee and a five-dollar tip. Your lips curl into a smile and you roll your eyes, ‘always the gentlemen’ you think to yourself as you pocket the money. 

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The soles of your shoes tap against the floor of the subway, and you hum along to your music, resting the back of your head against the cool of the glass. The subway is quiet at this time of night having just missed rush hour and you’re more than grateful for the peace. The voice of the announcement system warns you that your step is the next, you hear it quietly through your music, opening your resting eyes. 

You step onto the quiet platform, thankful for the more peaceful trip this time around. You walk slowly through quiet backstreets taking your time and mindlessly listening to your music, the volume is gentle, wary of the softly throbbing headache that you’ve acquired from the day. You hum along softly, and your teeth sink into your lip, occupying themselves. 

“I thought we weren’t doing that anymore” a familiar voice calls out and a flash of red drops down next to you. 

You jump slightly, turning to look at the man. “And I thought we weren’t scaring young women at night” You let out a breath attempting to control your heart rate, he laughs with an apology and follows your footsteps, walking by your side. 

“I didn’t think I’d see you again?” you utter, though it comes out as a question. 

He hums a laugh, “I just couldn’t stay away” he teases sarcastically. 

“Seems to be the way a lot of people feel” you mumble with a grin. 

“Elaborate”

“I’m fairly sure I have a highly dedicated stalker” you nod playfully. 

He chuckles, “And what makes you think that”. 

“You know that kid I was talking about, Peter?” you ask and Spiderman nods along, “well, he first found me at my favourite library and then walked into my job four hours later to order a coffee”. 

“Sounds like we have a high-profile case on our hands,” he jokes and it pulls a small laugh from your lips with an eye roll. 

“You know you sound a lot like him” you say matter-of-factly. 

“You don’t know what I sound like” he retorts rather quickly. 

“No I mean,” you think for a moment, “you’re both annoyingly witty”. 

“I’ll take that as a compliment” he jokes with a satisfied nod. 

“How does the um,” you raise your hand to your lips, “the voice thing, how does it work” you question with a small tilt of your head. 

“It’s just a vocal converter” he nods. 

“Like Ghostface in Scream,” you add and he nods. 

“And the um,” your hand hovers over your wrist, and you contort your hand into his signature pose. 

“Oh, here look” he stops the both of you and flips his wrist, a white web shoots onto the brick wall behind you. 

“Try it,” he mumbles, your hand hovers over his wrist and he gives you a soft nod, encouraging you to press down on the sensor. You press the heel of his hand and a web shoots past you, sticking to the wall in one swift motion. Your mouth forms an ‘O’ as you mumble a soft, ‘woah’,

Spiderman watches you, a soft smile sits behind his mask. “So do you, like, have any actual powers?” you ask with a furrowed brow, “besides being a genius” you add and the irony draws a small laugh from the boy. 

He hums a soft ‘hmh’, he shakes the web from the shooter and walks past you. You stand with crossed arms and watch as he climbs the walls, his hands and feet sticking to the vertical bricks. “So you can do that without the suit?” you call up at him and he gives a soft nod, releasing the wall and gracefully falling from the height. 

“What else can you do?” you ask in awe, you had never particularly been a fan of Spiderman, you’d watched the news clips, and defended him when your mum questioned if his presence was ethical, though you’d never questioned, nor ever thought of, the logistics of his ‘powers’. 

He lets out a laugh, “I have um, enhanced strength, agility, stamina, all that” he nods, “Oh and um, a tingle?” it comes out as a question and he tilts his head slightly.

“I do not want to hear about your tingle dude” you laugh with a disgusted face, he elbows you gently, with a, ‘Not like that you weirdo’. “No it’s like, I can tell when there’s danger,” he attempts to explain, “like, I know to duck before something hits my head”. 

You shove your hand in your pocket, pulling out a scrunched-up receipt and throw it towards his head. His hand raises swiftly, catching the ball of paper, “really?” he questions before unravelling it, with a serious face and a hum he reads, “Hemorrhoid cream?”. 

Your brows furrow and you quickly grab the receipt to see a grocery list of, ‘gum, Coke Zero and a KitKat’, you roll your eyes with a ‘ha ha, very funny’. 

“So,” he looks down at you and the two of you make eye contact, “tell me about your day,” he mumbles as the two of you continue your stroll, you accept his offer once again. 

“It was pretty boring… I studied for like god knows how long and got nowhere,” you grumble and Spiderman listens attentively. “Then, just as I was on a roll Parker interrupted me… but he gave me his notes so,” you give a pressed smile, “never will I ever tell him how much it helped me out but he is a lifesaver.” you nod. 

Spiderman's lips curl into a wide grin behind the mask and he lets out a hum in response, ” Anyway my boss is an asshole,” you add with a, ‘but what's new’.

“What’d he do today?” he questions and watches as your eyes roll at the thought of your manager. He’s so intensely focused on you and for the first time since knowing you he’s able to take in the small imperfections on your face, he observes the slope of your nose and the way your mouth moves as you speak, and suddenly he’s all the more grateful for the guise of his mask then he’s ever been before. 

“He’s just an asshole you know?” you ramble, eyes locked on the floor in front of you as your brain trails back to your manager's fingers in your face. “I mean he clicked in my face as if I’m like some dog,” you let out an angry huff, “seriously, get your dirty ass fingernails out of my face dude, and then he yelled in my face!” you take in a deep breath before releasing it with the rest of your frustration. 

Spiderman frowns slightly behind the mask with a shake of his head, “you want me to web him up?” he attempts and grins as your lips curl into a smile. “That would be great actually,” you giggle. 

There's a beat of silence before you start up again, “and, I don't know, I feel guilty, I think Peter keeps trying to hangout with me, I mean I refused him like twice today and I don't know…” you trail off for a moment, “It’s not like I hate him, I mean he’s annoying, but so am I, and… well I actually really like talking to him, I just,” you look up at Spiderman, “I’m not blabbing on too much?”. 

His masked face shakes slightly with a soft laugh and a, ‘You’re good.’

“I just don’t think I’m that great at being friends with people,” you exhale a sigh. 

“Well we’re friends” he adds and the Peter behind the mask feels a pang of guilt.

“Yeah, I guess,” you mumble. 

“What you don’t think we’re friends” he quips, nudging you softly and you hum a laugh. 

“Well this is our second time talking…” you trail off and look up at him, sending a stupid grin. 

“That's okay… we just… move fast,” he mumbles and you hum in agreement with a nod, ‘really fast,’ you add and he laughs with an, ‘Exactly’.

“No… you’re right,” and you send him a genuine smile, “Thanks Spidey, for listening”. 

“Spidey huh?” he asks teasingly. “Well I’m not going to say Spiderman every time we talk” you ask with a grin, “I bet you’re not even a man,” you add teasingly. 

“What makes you say that,” he asks defensively. 

“Well first of all that was a little defensive,” you giggle, “and I don’t know,” you shrug, “I’m a teenager, I go to school with teenagers, I know how they act,” you mumble matter-of-factly with a grin. 

“Also I would be a little worried if a forty-year-old man actively sought out walking me home at night,” you add 

“Proud of your detective work are you?” he teases and you give a cocky nod. 

“Well I can’t actually tell you my age-”, he begins,

“Oh come on,” you grin, cutting him off. 

“Okay, you wanna know?” he asks, his tone is earnest and you respond with an eager nod. He pauses and leans in slightly, and you follow his action,

“I’m actually eighty,” he says and a giggle slips from his lips. You grin with an eye roll and hit his arm playfully, he lets out a joking, ‘ow’.

“I think you should have a little more respect for senior citizens,” he laughs following as you continue your route home,

“I have plenty of respect for real senior citizens,” you mumble. 

As the two of you reach your apartment block you let out a huff of pain. “I’m going to rip my feet off,” you groan, wiggling your toes in your shoe. 

“Not so sure that will do any good,” he quips and you grin. 

“What kind of apartment building doesn’t hand an elevator,” you moan, 

“Why don’t I swing you to your fire escape,” he offers sweetly, and you send him a smile, “really?” you ask. 

He hums a, ‘mhm’, and your smile curls wider, before dropping ever so slightly, “my mum… she’ll wonder why I didn't come through the front door,” and Spidey gives a shrug. 

“Maybe she just didn’t notice,” he offers, winking behind the mask before he remembers that you can’t see his face. “Yeah… why not,” you shrug dismissively with a smile. 

He wraps a tight arm around your waist, ‘which is yours?’ he asks and you point to the one lit up with a string of fairy lights with a sheepish smile, he lets out a small laugh finding your attempt at decoration sweet. 

“You’re going to need to hold onto me okay,” he mumbles and you swallow a pang of nerves with a nod of your head before wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. 

He shoots a web, swinging you both upwards and you let out a small yelp at the feeling of the floor disappearing beneath your shoes. Your arms tighten around him and your eyes slam shut at the strange feeling of freefalling for short bursts of moments. 

You feel his chuckle rise with a chuckle as you cling to him tightly. Wind rushes past your ears and through your hair before you feel your feet land on the slightly shaky fire escape, it's over before it begins and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

“Holy shit that is terrifying,” you mumble with big eyes, a laugh escapes your lips and you meet his gaze. 

“Next time you should try opening your eyes,” he teases and you mumble a ‘next time?’ with the raise of a brow. He nods with a laugh, “I’ll take you,” he says and his voice is sweet. 

You breathe out an, ‘okay’ with a sure nod of your head. “You should see how beautiful the city is at night,” he mumbles softly and you feel a grin of admiration grow on your face. 

“I’ll look forward to it,” you smile and you wish each other a goodnight before he swings off.

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[memorycycle]

now stuodents if you turn to page 53 of your biology testbook you will see something reaaaallly funnyyy

[miyamoratsumuu]

musta ncae natin kababayan

HUHUHUEHEUHUHUHU yon lang masasabi ko actually 🤕 charot but testbook 1 yung pinasagot saken kahapon and STOPPSJSISBJSNQ no guys idk what mark should do if he can't meet his client's deadline</3 si oa eh BUT tukso kahapon, langit mamaya si ate mo girl 🙂‍↕️

HOW ABOUT YOUUU I HOPE YOU SURVIVED PA ( @lounaticcc did you do NCAE already na din? 😞)

[sophiasoni]

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[rayshippouuchiha]

Asano's so fucking unhinged. Koro-sensei and the kids prove that terrorizing students and being a monster isn't the best learning environment and this bitch forces Koro-sensei into a game of Testbook-and-Grenade Roulette. Like yeah it's a pretty clever tactic to kill him but I hate it because Asano's a cunt

[alwayzraven]

Kardeşlerim Ep 98

Orhan said that his mom left them when he and his brother were young but his mom told him that they were taken from her. Their father took them and she couldn't find them. She found them now thanks to the tv program Sengul and Orhan filmed. Fatma stayed with Aybike in her room.

The next morning at school, the Erens were talking about their grandmother. Aybike saw Berk coming to them so she said that she's going to the library to get a book and Berk saw her leave. Omer, Asiye and Oglucan noticed that she was avoiding Berk. Berk asked them if Aybike was running away from him and Oglucan said "Yes''. Asiye said that Aybike went to the library. Berk went after her and found her in the library.

Berk:”Aybike? I was going to tell you good morning, my love but you ran away”

Aybike:”Oh you saw me? I didn’t see you. I am so bad at math, I panicked and I wanted to come to the library early in the morning so I could study. I was panicking and that’s probably why I didn’t see you”

Can you please look at the way he's looking at her while she's talking? He knows she is lying 😂

Berk:”Are you mad at me? You said all of that and didn’t say anything nice, are you aware of that?”

Aybike:”Berk, I am not mad at you”

Berk:”You are mad at me, Aybike. You were being cold to me for days now. You won’t tell me what’s going on. Is everything okay at home? Or are you stuck on the money stuff?”

Aybike:”What money stuff?”

Berk:”Aunt Sengul needed some money probably but don’t worry my mom took care of it”

Aybike:”How did she take care of it? Did my mom take money from your mom?”

Berk:”Yes but this is not a bad thing, my love. On the contrary, it’s a good thing. I mean, seeing my mother support your family, I think it is a good thing and you noticed it too, their relationship is getting better. We really became one big family"

Can we appreciate how they focused on the moment he held her hands ❤️ Berk always initiates physical contact with her. He loves to hold her hand and hug her 🥺

Aybike:”Yes….. I just remembered, Asiye has my testbook, I will go and get it. We’ll see each other at class anyway. ”

Berk looked so confused.

Aybike went to the bathroom to call her mother. She asked her if she really took money from Ayla. She asked her if she took the money to buy their silence. Aybike asked how she can be this calm about everything because she is embarrassed to look at Berk’s face then she hung up on her. Sengul was surprised bc that was the first time Aybike did something like that. She went to Ayla and told her how Aybike screamed at her for taking money from her in exchange for her silence and Ayla said that Aybike was not wrong. Ayla said that she can’t take the stress and anxiety anymore so she is going to leave and go somewhere abroad with Berk. Sengul asked her about Elif and Ayla said that she is going to leave the house for her and she is going to constantly send her money. Sengul told her that Aybike will cry bc Berk will be leaving but it’s for the best and she told her to leave.

Later in the evening, Ayla told Berk that she has something important to tell him. She said that she is bored and she wants to go back to work. Berk said that it’s a good idea. She said that she wants to go to Milan to found her own clothing brand. She said that she has a lot of business contacts there and that will make things easier for her. She said that she talked to a real estate agent and found a house for them there. Berk was surprised bc he thought she was the only one going to Milan and didn’t think that he was going with her.

Berk:”How could you think that I want to live there? I have a life here and I love it! Please don’t insist, I am going to pretend like I didn’t hear that. If you want, you can go but I am not going anywhere, okay? All my friends are here. You know what's the most important thing? I have a girlfriend here! I am not going anywhere and we’re done talking about this so please don’t insist!". 

He then called Aybike but she ignored his call and he was angry and confused:"Why aren't you answering my calls? What’s going on? I am losing my mind!!"

The next morning, he saw Aybike at school and asked her if they could talk.

Berk:”I called you yesterday but you didn’t answer and you didn’t call me back. What’s wrong, Aybike?”

Aybike:”You called me? I didn’t hear it, I mean I didn’t check my phone before I went to sleep and when I woke up. I didn’t see your call”

Berk:”Oh, is that so? So you didn’t see it. Got it”

Aybike was fidgeting and wanted to leave and Berk noticed that.

Berk:”You’re probably in a hurry ”

Aybike:”Yes, Asiye and I have something to do and she’s probably waiting for me. I have to go, that's why. Let’s talk later in class”

Berk:”What? Later?? We were going to talk right now, Aybike! Aybike!”

Aybike left and when she got to the corridor she looked behind her to make sure Berk wasn’t following her. Asiye asked her if she was going to keep on running from Berk and Aybike told her that she’s hiding something from Berk and she has to see him everyday and she feels disgusted. Asiye told her to tell him the truth then. Asiye doesn’t know about Berk’s mom's death so when she told her to tell him the truth she meant the truth about Elif being his sister. Aybike didn’t tell anyone about Berk’s mom's death, not even Asiye. 

The professor gave the class a task: to test their social skills, they have to make some money in one hour. Aybike was paired with Sarp and Berk asked the professor if he could work with Aybike and Aybike said that she can work with Sarp as long as he doesn’t talk too much.

Berk:”You’re doing this just so you can avoid me, right?”

Aybike:”No”

Berk was paired with Tolga. Berk asked Tolga if he ever saw Sarp and Aybike together before and Tolga told him “YUH! You’re being paranoid!” Tolga asked him if they fought and Berk said that Aybike is not answering his calls and is avoiding him and he doesn’t know what’s wrong. I can’t believe Berk thought something was going on between Aybike and Sarp but I guess after he eliminated the possibility that he was the problem, he couldn’t find any other explanation.

So when they got back the professor asked them what they did to make money. Aybike said that they did something illegal. Sarp said that it wasn’t illegal and explained what they did: They found a bike, it belonged to a kid. Sarp told the kid:”We’ll tell you where your bike is if you give us some money”. Long story short the professor gave them a ZERO for that assignment lmao. Aybike did not agree with Sarp’s idea btw but he did it anyway.

Later after class, Berk went to talk with Aybike. He called her and at first she tried to ignore him but he caught up with her.

Berk:”Can we talk? Of course if you’re not in a hurry again”

Aybike:”But I am really in a hurry!”

Berk:”Okay, I won't keep you for too long, I am going to ask you just one question.” 

Berk:”Do you want us to break up?”

The look Aybike gave him after he asked her that question, it’s like she was offended.

Aybike:”No! What are you talking about?”

Berk:”What do you mean "what are you talking about"? Are you not aware of what you've been doing to me for the last couple of days? You can’t look at my face, you don’t talk to me, you always have something to do. You keep ditching me. I thought”Okay, the girl has a lot on her mind, I don’t know maybe she is stressed because of the exams” but despite that, even if it was homework, you can’t choose Sarp over me, okay?”

Aybike started to tear up

Berk:”Something is going on, Aybike. Something is going on. What’s wrong? Something is going on but I don’t know, I mean why are you running away from me?”

Aybike:”Maybe it’s better if we talk later”

Berk:”No, Aybike! We’re going to talk right now. I am asking you just one question”

Aybike remembered what she heard her mother say to Ayla on the phone about how she killed Sarpil.

Berk:”Why are you running away from me, Aybike? You will just give me the answer to this question”

Aybike:”Nothing! I am telling you, nothing is going on. Stop asking me this question! Enough!”

Berk:”Something is going on ! Aybike, something is going on but I don’t know what! What is going on? Please tell me! What happened, tell me, Aybike, come on!”

Aybike stayed silent

Berk:”Look, you either tell me what’s going on or we break up”

Aybike started crying

Berk:”Say something! I am running away because of this and that! Say something! Say: What break up, Berk, don’t be ridiculous! ”

Aybike:”Please, don’t”

Berk:”Anyway. I don’t know why I am trying too hard. I just didn’t expect this from you. I didn't want to break up”

Aybike:”Berk, please don’t.” 

Aybike:”Berk, please”

Then she tried to hold his hand

Berk:”Don’t touch me, Aybike”

And he took a couple of steps back. Berk refusing Aybike’s touch was so heartbreaking 😭

Berk:”I am okay. Nothing’s wrong with me. I will be okay”

And then he left and Aybike stood there crying looking at him leave.

Aybike:"Berk, I can't tell you, I really can't, please forgive me"

This scene was so heartbreaking 😭 Ayber invented Angst 😭

Ayla came home in the evening and found Berk sitting alone in the living room. He was looking at his pictures with Aybike. Ayla asked him if something happened and he told her that he will go with her to Italy. Ayla asked him what happened suddenly for him to change his mind and he told her:”I have no reason to stay here anymore. Aybike and I broke up”. She asked him why they broke up and he said: “I don’t know. I really don’t know. She was avoiding me. She wouldn’t even look at my face when she talks to me. When I ask her what’s wrong, she stays silent. I asked her if there is something I don’t know about and she stayed silent again and I thought she wanted to break up so I told her if that’s what you want then let’s break up and she stayed silent again. This is the result ”. Ayla told him maybe this is what’s best for both of them.

Berk:”I don’t know about Aybike, mom but I don’t feel okay at all”

And then Berk went to his room. Ayla said that they have to leave asap. I am guessing we’ll see Ayla and Berk preparing to leave in the next episode and I wonder if Berk will tell her that he is leaving.

There are two classic scenarios I see in dizis for this kind of plot: 

Aybike finds out that Berk is leaving, she still chooses his happiness and doesn’t tell him the truth even though it means she is not going to see him again, Berk will leave the country and they do a time jump and Ayber meet again (maybe after uni) and get back together. Eventually, Berk will find out the truth and he will be mad at Aybike but in the end they’ll get back together.

Aybike finds out that Berk is leaving, she tries to stop him and tells him the truth. He will lose his mind, he will be upset with Aybike but with time he will get better and they will get back together. 

The teaser showed Berk screaming “I love you” under the rain 😂

This is a flashback scene and we might have another one in the same episode. Maybe they will show more Ayber in the 2nd teaser.

[chizoies]

Few months ago I finally convinced one friend of mine to watch&read One Piece. She ended up loving it so much that she started to draw sanji on the every corner of our testbooks. 13th February was her birthday and I drew her as Sanji!

[neokatt]

man my brain got like hyjacked by puyo earlier today cause i just fukin kept doodling arle on my science finals testbook

[notwhelmedyet]

2022 Craft Project Roundup

it’s almost the end of 2022 and I had the thought - why not compile all my projects for the year in one post? It’d be fun (for me). So here we go!!

January - March: Ficbinding of my Taking Care Trilogy

A project I had been dreaming of even while I was writing these fics - I finally made fancy hand-bound copies of my longest fic series ever.

March: Straw Marquetry Panels

Big shoutout to Pipsqueak on the Renegade server who let me know that this shit exists, because it is the perfect intersection of things I like: natural materials, shiny things, geometric shapes, straw!. I discovered that straw marquetry is incredibly fiddly and time consuming and my initial thought of full ceilings or large murals was way overly ambitious. But I still love it, despite all it’s fiddliness

April - June: Various failed experiments with straw dyeing

There is a way to dye straw. It must exist. People sell dyed straw. But despite at least 10 attempts with fiber reactive and RIT dyes with various prep methods, I did not once succeed in getting dye to take to the outer shiny side of the straw. (I intended to make pink straw for the wedding guestbook later in this list)

May: Pieced cubical bulletin board covers

I decided to spice up my cubical a bit with some nice fabric covers over my bulletin boards, after a friend told me it was super easy to remove them & cover them with fabric via tacks. The green fabric I got turned out to be too short 🤦 so I got a jelly roll of rainbow batiks and pieced these funky covers together.

May - June : Pair of dyed historical-inspired tunics

Another project I’ve had in my head for years - using a medieval reenactment tunic tutorial to make my own shirts out of linen. Linen turns out to be fabulous to dye, unlike straw, which is evil. It does wrinkle the moment you look at it, but you just have to be chill with that.

June: First longstitch bookbinding

Inspired by the amazing works of queercore-curriculum I had decided to use a criss-cross longstitch for the wedding guestbook I planned to make for my friend A. This was my initial testbook, which I did on graph paper thinking I could use it as a journal. The graph paper turns out to be very thin and bad for journal writing but the book itself I am quite proud of :)

July: DIY alcohol stove (& knots!)

So in July I went to a natural building/strawbale construction workshop and I was going to need to cook for myself on the first day of camping - hence a brief research binge on alcohol stoves & how to DIY them. This is the simplest possible alcohol stove made out of a cat food can & while youtube will tell you to optimize by making it much more complicated it works fine for boiling water/making fancy curry mashed potatoes.

Also around this time I learned how to do several knots for having up my camping hammock, which isn’t exactly a craft but it’s not knot a craft ;)

July: Part of a house

oh fuck it, the house goes on the list. As part of the aforementioned workshop I (along with about 40 other people) assembled the strawbale walls for a family home. It was by far the most amazing experience I had in 2022. Like adult summer camp with more powertools & while learning skills I hope to someday turn upon a home of my own.

September: Pajama pant spectacular

In September I made two new pajama pants (one of rockin’ flannel and one of a nice purple shot cotton) and also repaired several old pairs (new elastic, added pockets, patched some holes etc). Yes I do patch pockets on pajamas, they’re not fashionable but they’re much more convenient for phone access while cooking.

October: Wedding Guestbook

A guestbook for my friend’s wedding, done in the style of that other longstitch book, but with more fancy things :3

November: Small notebook

Made a small notebook with the offcuts from the wedding guestbook for a friend gift exchange. I was very proud of this one; simple and sweet and finished in a single weekend (it helped that the pages were already deckled to size).

December: Paperboard desk organizer

I keep my downstairs stuff (pens, wallet, keys, etc) in a little basket downstairs so I don’t have to wander the house looking for them and I decided to finally make organizers for it so it wouldn’t be a melange of mess. Used scraps from my bookbinding supplies & they turned out pretty good considering I have 0 box making experience.

December: Tablet weaving/work lanyard

Another craft I’ve wanted to try for years: tablet weaving! I finally thought of an excuse one day at work while contemplating how much I hated my lanyard - it flipped around constantly and the keys made unending clanking noises when I walked. I might make a post on tablet weaving bc I am in love. I need to think of more excuses. It’s so good, so satisfying. It’s like the opposite of straw marquetry in terms of how much I enjoy it in the moment :p