#camera binds are colour blind

[i-love-my-exhoes]

Camera binds are Colour blind

Part two / Part one

Sehun x reader

3,8K words

FBI agent watching me!au

Your eyes widened, why one earth would the FBI be monitoring you? You looked around you, making sure no one was reading over your shoulder, before typing your response. “can you prove it?” you weren’t sure whether you should believe whoever typed it, if you were a hacker you’d say the same thing when you got caught. Within a second, however, the ‘FBI-agent’ responded “of course I can prove it, but that would cost me my job. Besides I think you’d prefer not to get raided by the feds”.

You were amazed at his casual way of talking. You had always imagined FBI-agents as stuck up, pretentious and downright stiff. But the person talking to you right now definitely wasn’t, they were even being sarcastic. Maybe your perception had been warped by your own brother, as some higher up officer with the FBI he always followed all rules, making him incredibly boring and strict. Now you were beginning to realise that that had always been his personality and that, maybe, not every single FBI-agent was like that.

“You didn’t answer yet, does that mean you do want us to raid your tiny ass appartement? because I’m sure if I really try I can make that happen without losing my job” The words appeared on your screen again. The audacity this person had still shocked you. So, you started typing furiously, ready to give him a piece of your mind. “first of all, you didn’t ask me a question so technically I have nothing to answer. Second, you come here, into my laptop, pretending you’re with the fucking FBI and even threatening me with a raid an then you even insult my appartement. I’m not having it and I appreciate you trying to help with my assignments but I’m more than capable of doing them myself. So, kindly fuck off” You were heated now, angry enough to have the blood rushing to your cheeks and to feel abnormally hot.

You slammed your laptop shut, your breathing still slightly faster than it should be as you fumed thinking about what was happening. You were never one to get angry this fast, or this much, but whoever broke into you computer just pushed all your buttons just right to get your blood burning. Deciding that just raging about it wasn’t going to help you, you turned your attention to the professor, who had long since arrived during your ‘little conversation’.

Sehun growled, he put all this effort in to help her and she didn’t even thank him but got mad at him instead? it was safe to say that Sehun was not satisfied with the outcome of your little dispute. He was frustrated, smashing the keys harder than strictly necessary as he went through your files again. He knew he‘d never find anything incriminating, and that was frankly not what he was looking for. The truth is that over all the time he spent watching at you and your internet activities, he had started to care about you. 

He was proud of you for working as hard as you did on your assignments, that was why he helped you when he found out your work was missing a few of the required aspects. But that was not all, your weirdly random google searches intrigued him and made him laugh and the sweet messages you sent your friends warmed his heart. All in all, he started liking you. Of course he would never admit it, not only because it would mean putting his job on the line, but also because Oh Sehun likes to think that he doesn’t fall easily.

You felt bad. You’d been avoiding all your electronical devices (like your microwave) just to avoid the man that had pissed you off, making all your assignments on the library computers and using your sister’s old phone instead of your own. The days you had been doing this, however, made you think. Why were you so angry at the man? he had only helped you. It might have been in the dumbest way possible but still, he tried to help you. The only reason you had to be mad at him was his breaking into your computer but if he was speaking the truth, then he was only doing his job.

Finally deciding that your anger was unreasonable, you grabbed your laptop. You opened word, sincerely hoping the guy that’d been monitoring you still was, and started typing. “hey, I don’t know if your still there. If you are I’d like to apologize, I got mad at you for trying to help me (btw I kinda believe you’re with the FBI now, no hacker would just help me with my assignment without totally bugging up my laptop or something)” You got all giddy inside after typing it, like a schoolgirl texting her crush. It confused you, you literally only talked to this dude once and he had gotten you mad there was no way you had a crush on him.

You weren’t really sure of what to expect. It had been well over a week since you’d abandoned all electronics, so he might have already been assigned to someone else. Luckily, within a minute you’d gotten a response.

“Yeah yeah, I don’t really care about that. The question is, are you ready to accept that blood orange was a better description or not?” You snorted, of course you weren’t. Thankfully though, lying is easy when you’re not face to face. “Yeah, it might have been better, got me more words as well”. Not a second later he started typing again. “You can’t see me but I’m rolling my eyes rn. You do know I just heard you snort right? whatever, as long as you don’t change it back, we’re cool” Your eyes widened ‘of course this little creep would be watching me’ You thought, completely disregarding the fact that it was literally his job to watch you. A shock of terror ran through you when you read his next words “I just checked your schedule btw, didn’t your class start like five minutes ago?”. You exclaimed a loud “FUCK” before running around your apartment, quickly gathering your stuff, only stopping to shout a quick “thank you” to the dude watching over you before slamming the door and sprinting to school.

Sehun smiled to himself as you once again tried handing in the wrong file, quickly changing the places of the files so you’d pick the right one. His smile got brighter as he looked at the shocked look on your face before you muttered another “thank you”.

 Over the last month or so, he’d heard these words a lot. You had been talking with him almost every day. Your way of talking had quickly evolved into you just speaking into your mic while he types away, this happened after he told you you typed slower than his grandma did. Truth be told, he found it endearing but he just wanted an excuse to hear your voice more. The two of you were pretty much best friends at this point, he’d even trusted you with his name.

“So, you and y/n must have been talking a lot lately” Chanyeol spoke up, waking Sehun up from his thoughts “You know, because you’ve been less of a bitch-baby lately” he continued when he didn’t get a response . Sehun scrunched up his nose at his older colleague’s childish behavior, not that he wouldn’t have said the same but when Chanyeol did things they always seemed more childish. “we have actually but I’d appreciate it if your dumb ass didn’t expose me in front of our boss so be less loud” His words were harsh but the smile lingered on his face. Chanyeol started walking back towards his own desk but couldn’t help but snicker a bit first “Man, you are whipped”.

Tears streamed down your face. So many things were happening all at once. It all started when you failed one of the most important exams you’d get this semester, meaning your school had to discuss whether they’d want to keep you or not. This made you anxious, and this became the reason the boy you’d been seeing broke up with you. Lastly, you’d just heard your bunny, Loki, had died. Life didn’t seem as colorful as it had a week ago and you weren’t handling it well.

You found some peace in Sehun, he’d been like a rock to you. It seemed like no matter what happened he’d be there for you and that was something you needed at the time. Something you’d started to rely on. But when you had a light panic attack, and he didn’t respond when you opened your laptop and talked to him. Even the messages you’d left him going unanswered. You felt broken. This man you had never even met meant so much to you. Losing him hurt.

“Dude, just look up her address. You can just track her IP bro stop sulking” Chanyeol had been trying to get Sehun to meet up with you ever since Sehun had been reassigned but the boy was being stubborn in trying to respect your privacy. “Seriously though, you watched her through her cam for months I really don’t think it’d bother her if you knew her address”

Sehun had been ignoring him for a while now but he’d had enough. “Chanyeol, can you, for once in your life, not stick your dumb head into someone else’s business. If you can’t just go do it to Minseok because I’m not having it anymore” He spoke, his jaw clenched and his eyes blazing.

Chanyeol held his hands up before returning to his own desk. Pushing his hair back in frustration, he hadn’t seen Sehun as happy as he had been when you two were talking in a while. He made a quick decision, he couldn’t call himself Chanyeol anymore if he didn’t straight up ignore Sehun’s pledge for him not to interfere. So that left him with only one thing to do, or well, one thing to do first.

His hands fly over his keyboard as he quickly tracks you, something that could cost him his job if the wrong people found out. Chanyeol didn’t really care though, he genuinely cared for Sehun and after all his co-worker has said about you he even started caring about you. He wanted to see the both of you happy, preferably happy together. So he ignored all privacy laws that forbade him to search for you like this, and within a few minutes he had found you.

This was your third day of continually sitting inside, shoving food into your face to distract yourself from the world. Not the most healthy way of coping, but right now it was the preferred way of coping. You’d seen so many girls in angsty teen movies lock themselves in their rooms with just a tub of ice-cream and now it was your turn. Your friends had all been told you needed a bit of space, so when someone knocked on your door you decided just to ignore it.

“Hey, uhm, I know you’re in there. I really need to speak with you” a deep voice traveled through the mail slot on your door. You hesitated for a bit but you didn’t recognize the voice so it seemed better to you not to let the man know you were home, he was obviously bluffing when he said ‘he knew you were in’. You listened in to make sure he walked away, but instead you heard a heavy sigh “I’m with the FBI, let me in”. The FBI? Your head started spinning, could it be him?

You sneaked towards your door and peaked through the same mail slot he had spoken through. It took you a second to realize what you were looking at, that it wasn’t suddenly dark outside. You were looking straight into the eyes of whoever was standing at the door. Falling back on your ass in shock you made a loud sound as you knocked over a pile of unread newspapers. They piled on you, effectively trapping you.

 “Sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you, I was just curious. Are you alright? I heard a noise”. You weren’t sure how to reply to his stuttered question, so you didn’t yet. Opting to try and remove yourself from the pile of newspapers first. Key word being ‘try’, they were too heavy for you to move in your current position and you cursed yourself for accumulating newspapers instead of just tossing or recycling them.

You hesitated even more, calling for help from the dude you tried to blow off would be embarrassing. Then again, a headline about a local Youngster dying buried underneath a pile of old newspapers might be even more embarrassing. So you swallowed your pride “I’m kind of stuck, please help. The door is probably open” you recalled from when you went to lock the door, but couldn’t find your keys.

“that’s not very safe” the man said as he opened your door. He was ridiculously tall, and kind of cute with big round eyes, that got even bigger when he saw you buried under all the papers, and flappy ears. “Oh god are you okay? How did this even happen?!” He said as he started pulling the papers off of you. “unresolved hoarding problems mixed with an unhealthy amount of laziness” you answered as he pulled you out from the suffocating pile of paper “thank god I didn’t get any paper cuts”.

The man in front of you grinned. “I totally get why he likes you”. You weren’t sure, but you had a feeling you knew who he was talking about. Trying not to get you hopes up you casually asked the man why the FBI needed you. “Ah actually that was just me trying to get you to open the door” He laughed nervously rubbing his hand over the back of his neck. Suddenly he held out his hand to you, which you shook a bit hesitatingly. “Hi, I’m Chanyeol, I work with the FBI. I’m here because Sehun is my precious little grumpy coworker, and he’s been sulking over you for the past few days”.

Chanyeol seemed a bit silly to you, something you usually liked in a person. His words, however, sounded unreal to you. Why would Sehun be sulking over you after he left you? “I thought he couldn’t let anyone find out we were talking” You said. Chanyeol grinned once again and you found it difficult not to grin back at him. “My little Sehunnie just can’t keep a secret from me” he explained, continuing in a more serious tone he said “He’s been reassigned because the department decided you were no longer a threat and he’s too shy to look up your address like I did”.

You needed a second to process that. It made so much more sense now, He didn’t just leave you because he’d had enough of you. It felt like a weight was lifted from your shoulders. You smiled at Chanyeol brightly “He gets shy? He sounded so confident” You said shaking your head lightly.”He is, He just has a crush on you”.

You blushed, hearing someone say he had a crush on you got you thinking again. Over the past few days you had come to accept your crush on him, it was easier because he was gone, you would never have to act on it because you would probably never talk to him again. But now that Chanyeol was here you were sure you’d get to talk to Sehun again, you’d probably even get to see him.

“He’s got his day off today, an I just know that dweeb is just sitting at home playing with vivi. So why don’t you get dressed properly and we go and set yo- I mean let you two meet” Chanyeol’s smile was devious as he corrected himself. Setting the two of you up was is goal and you knew it, and he knew you knew. So you have no clue as to why he even tried to hide it.

You had gotten dressed, Leaving Chanyeol in your living room to keep himself occupied with a bag of chips, and you were now underway to Sehun’s place which thankfully wasn’t insanely far from your own. “Okay, so maybe don’t mention I brought you here if he doesn’t specifically asks. That brat would get mad at me if he knew I meddled with your and his business”. You couldn’t help but giggle. You had gotten to know Chanyeol enough over the last hour to know Sehun would specifically ask.

Now the two of you were standing in front of Sehun’s door, Chanyeol insisting on fixing your hair before you ring the doorbell. “you know that he could see you through the window if he looked right?” You spoke as Chanyeol combed your hair with his fingers. “maybe he won’t look if you’re quiet. Besides I’m not about to send you into his house with your hair looking like you just debuted with nct 127″ you didn’t even get the time to ask him what the fuck he was talking about before he continued “I’m trying to set the two of you up in case you didn’t notice and since Sehun’s ridiculously stubborn you’re going to have to do all the work”. You frowned at him. Was this really a good idea? Maybe he was just playing around with you, convinced you would never even see him.

Before you could regret your decision Chanyeol rang the doorbell, quickly sprinting towards his car and racing off. The seconds before the door opened were nerve-wrecking with nothing there to distract you from your self destructive thoughts. The moment seemed to last forever but, thankfully, it did not.

The door opened and an annoyed sounding man lazily walked through it as he said “I’m not buying cookies before I get what I ordered last year”. He sounded exactly what you’d imagined even his tone was spot on (especially his tone) but you weren’t prepared for his looks. He was easily the most handsome man you had ever laid your eyes on, his strong features accentuated by the hair falling loosely down his forehead. His jawline popping out as he tilted his head back a bit to push it away from his eyes, before finally looking at you.

The way his expression shifted was cute. He went from cold and assertive (he was probably mad about his cookies) to a stuttering and blushing mess in under a second. “Y/N?! wha-? how did y-?” He didn’t even finish his question before answering it with a glare into the, now empty, street “Chanyeol”. 

You were glad he had answered his own question; there was no way you had been able to answer him properly right now. You were dumbfounded. You didn’t really know what you’d expected Sehun to look like, all you knew was that it didn’t even compare to the real thing. He was gorgeous and all of a sudden you were thankful Chanyeol had fixed your hair before ringing the bell.

‘I knew he would try but I didn’t expect you to actually come” He said softly when he finally got out of his daze, snapping you out of yours. “why wouldn’t I? I thought I made it quite obvious that I liked you, and when you just ignored me like that I got hurt” You trailed off near the end of your sentence, not wanting to admit how he’d made you feel but wanting him to know nonetheless. He sighed deeply, a nice sound something that would’ve calmed you down under different circumstances. Now it made you anxious fearful of what he’d mean by it.

Warmth surrounded you suddenly, Sehun’s toned arms wrapping around you in a soft, loose hug, something you could have easily shrugged off if you wanted too. You didn’t, instead, you hugged him back tightly. Standing on your tippy-toes to whisper in his ear “I missed you”. You felt at home in his arms, even if you only met him in person for the first time today. You knew you had feelings for him, you had accepted your crush on him some time ago, but now that he was actually there it just hit you so much harder.

Only when you heard him whisper back did you pull away from the hug slightly, making sure his arms were still around you. “I’m sorry” He had said. “You don’t have to apologize, it’s all alright now” you said looking into his eyes with a soft smile, trying not to make your heart eyes at him too obvious. “No it’s not” his eyes bore into yours “I- You really need to know that I didn’t let go of you because I didn’t care. It’s because I thought you wouldn’t. Please know that I care about you, a lot” His face had gotten closer as he had spoken. Only inches away from yours now, you could see his lashes brush his cheeks as he looked down at your lips. You could truly feel how soft his lips were as they pushed up against your own.

You kissed Sehun back gently, keeping the kiss nice and slow. His hand lightly stroked your jaw as he pulled away. “I really care about you” You broke out into a smile for the first time in over a week. “I missed you so much” Your voice was muffled as you pushed your face into his chest. When you finally separated you could see his smile, his entire face scrunched up in joy and you honestly couldn’t comprehend that he had gotten even more beautiful. “want to come in maybe? it’s getting kind of cold”. The two of your walked through the door closing it behind you.

“You won’t believe it Baekhyun. KISSING, THE KIDS WERE KISSING, and he has the audacity to get mad at me for ‘meddling’ with his ‘love life’. Without me the two hadn’t even been together right now and I’m pretty sure y/n would have gotten kicked out of college if I hadn’t begged Minseok to help her with the math classes” Baekhyun laughed “Yes, yes. You’re a hero, saved y/n and Sehun’s love life. I still can’t believe you got Minseok to help her with her studies though, he seemed so cranky every time I’ve seen him”. “Oh that’s because he’s addicted to caffeine, he get’s really moody without it but he’s a real softy at heart” Chanyeol screeched as a couple of ice cubes ran down the back of his shirt.  

“WHERE DID THAT EVEN COME FROM?!”

[ancientbooshartifacts]

The Evil Yeti

Author: Anonymous

Year: 2009

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Howard/The Yetis

He remembered the fear. Only vaguely though, and although he knew it was still somewhere inside of him, it didn't seem to matter. Parsley was free. Free. It didn’t seem to matter that the showers of rose petals falling around him were landing upon a naked, defenseless body. It didn't seem to matter that his precious utility suit had been utterly shredded, his camera smashed into little pieces. It didn't matter that he felt something rubbery binding itself around him. At the moment, it just kind of tickled. The leaves on the ground tickled too, crunching slightly as he rolled onto them, his knees. Parsley wriggled his toes, turning onto his back and looking up. The yetis were all around, like big, furry teddy bears. Looking down at him, giving those deep, throaty yeti-laughs at the comical sight of Parsley, rolling about nude on the forest floor, giggling. - - The yeti mating ritual, Chrissie informed in a consise, informative way, is known for its harshness. Yeti do not actually mate with human males, as it is widely believed, but merely select one to use as a surrogate - a living egg-incubator. Before inserting fertilised egg(s), the host’s body is first utterly worn out, much like meat is tenderised before being cooked. Barry pulled a face. What an analogy. - - The bizarre, rubbery, magical tendrils wrapped themselves more firmly around Parsley’s wrists and ankles at first. Although he was distracted by the yeti voices and the dancing colours around him, he did feel it. Didn't think to react though. Mobility wasn't all that important, and the yeti didn’t seem bothered. When he was flipped onto his belly, he couldn't even see them anymore, just hear their comforting, musical laughter. He was only vaguely aware of what was happening as he felt his body dragged slowly over the soft, leafy forest floor, and as he was lifted up into the air by his ankles and wrists, face down. He tried to wriggle free of his bonds; it hurt to be lifted up like this. Still, even though it hurt, what was the point in worrying if he couldn’t do anything about it anyway? He was just a little insect, caught in a massive web. Another tendril came down from somewhere above, tickling his back and sides as it wrapped around his hips. Parsley gave a little grunt of discomfort though, when it instantaneously tightened, jerking his waist up so he was in a bizarre bending position with nothing to lean on. - - This is so the host’s body will not crush the eggs at any point during the process, or at any point afterwards. It is at this point that the female yeti most needs her tribe; one creature alone could not drive a human to such levels of physical exhaustion. Barry felt a little ill. Yeti magic cannot conjure, nor elliminate. It can only manipulate, and thus, rendering the future host immobile is achieved by the yeti themselves (especially in the case of the sasquatch and bunyip), or more commonly by manipulating local flora (vines, etc).

- -

A sharp flash of pain. Parsley didn't know where it came from, or why, but it was across his back. Heavy, the blow had been, and loud too - the ‘smack’ echoed through the forest. His body attempted to contract, to curl up and protect itself, but he couldn't move. Whatever had beaten him hit again, this time on his thigh. Each time, Parsley gave a loud yelp of pain, growing more and more frantic as the pain mounted. Not that this made him struggle more, of course. He just let it flow through him like the rhythm of the forest. There wasn’t anything he could do, and the yeti kept laughing their deep, comforting laugh. There was a pause after a while through. Parsley hadn’t noticed before now, but he had bitten his tongue quite badly at some point and tasted blood - and tears had been leaking from his eyes for a while now. More importantly, the yeti laughter stopped for a moment as they consulted each other. For a moment, Parsley thought they might leave him here, but then, instead, he felt something large creeping into his mouth, a vine that continued to grow until he could hardly move his jaw at all, and could make no more than a muffled moan. He closed his eyes tightly as the beating resumed. Faster now. Harder. At least three blunt objects were hitting him, now in the stomach as well as over his back. His body tried to writhe away, but it was impossible, of course. As Parsley felt hid body shaking with quiet sobs, he was never the less comforted by the sound of yeti laughing again, soothing him as his body was pummelled. - - The preparation of the host comes in four stages: the tenderising, the cleansing, the stretching and the final binding. This is why male bodies (typically tougher) are preferred, although some of the smaller yeti in South America seem to prefer fertile women. Generally, each stage will an average of sixty minutes to complete. No human has ever been known to retain any level of sanity experiencing the stretching stage, however, so it is unknown exactly when the end of this is likely to occur. Yeti rarely kill their hosts’ bodies, however- Barry looked at Chrissie with an expression of disbelief. -and when they do, it is usually accidental.

- -

If not for the gag in his mouth, Parsley would be screaming by now. Tears just kept falling and his body kept hopelessly struggling, but there was no hope. No hope, no relief. His muscles ached more and more from writhing about and from the incredibly uncomfortable position he was bent into. For so long, this went on. So long. Every now and then, something would touch him - a finger or claw or something, would touch his mouth or his arse or foot, but then be jerked away when the yeti laughter changed to a hiss. They weren't going to stop until they were ready, presumably. Parsley didn't think beyond that though. He couldn't and he didn't want to. All of a sudden, though, it stopped. Parsley heard strange sounds - not yeti, nor forest animal. People. The gag was left in, but his body was lowered to the ground, the rubbery harness removed completely for some reason. Still blinded by darkness and tears, and wanting to cry out in pain at every touch, Parsley allowed himself to be dressed now. His body was limp and he didn't think he could force it to be otherwise. In any case, he was safely in the arms of the yeti. Warm. Soft. Kind. They dressed him in something. They touched his face. All Parsley wanted was to hold them though, be comforted by them as his body was still shaking with the pain of his ordeal. He lay on the ground, gagged and waiting for the sobbing to subside. He would not move again until he heard familiar voices, screaming. Only then would Parsley gather his thoughts enough to remove the gag from his mouth, straighten up his odd, white, yeti robe and follow the sounds in the hope of resolving the conflict between his new friends and his old ones. - - Altogether, the yeti spend an average of four to six hours preparing a host. It is only then that they proceed to insert their fertilised eggs. This process, however, is apparently very erotic to yetis, so the first thing the maddened, twisted host is likely to see when he wakes up is a wild, dirty, yeti orgy... Barry frowned distastefully, looking at Chrissie. “Is there a reason I need to know this then, Chrissie?” he asked, “Or are you just busting my chops for objectifying you in front of Naboo?” And ignoring me in favour of the check-out girl, Chrissie reminded him. Barry rolled his eyes.

[notquitedailyamy]

Footage Finds & Feels

The video we’ve made to accompany my next song release “Heal” comprises a large quantity of public domain footage chopped up, sped up, slowed down and ordered in a particular way so as to induce certain emotions and reactions in our viewers that are relevant to the song (- hopefully). Working on putting these 4 minutes 50 seconds together ended up being a mind bending, eye opening and all in all quite humbling experience.

Having been inspired by a footage montage featured in Alan J. Pakula's film The Parallax View, I was keen to create something in a similar vein for my song “Heal”. The enthralling world of public domain footage was brought to my attention by cinematographer/director Alex Ferguson. It is basically free for all and free of charge to use; the content is either no longer in copyright term or never was copyrighted in the first place.  

Suddenly at my disposal was a bountiful supply of captured pieces of history; from moments filmed for specific historic purposes to spur-of-the-moment clips, people caught on camera completely off guard. Little bits of life documented and shared, destined to outlive the confines of human memory, that together provide an unparalleled eye into the past for people like little-me to discover a whole lot later down the line.

Sifting through the archives, I found myself all a-grinning or furrowed brow in step with the men, women and children in the videos. Giggling girls and newly weds, soldiers, protesters and scientists caught on film whilst going about their everyday affairs. The most stirring footage is that which is unaffected and impromptu. The signs of human nature withstanding scenes of difficulty, war and protest. Happiness and strength defying torment and ruin where you don’t expect it. There are things I can relate to and things that seem totally foreign to me. To flick through all of this was soul-stirring, and through everything what really shone out was the contagiousness of the uninhibited, spontaneous smile. It’s an instinctive and unstoppable reflex to meet those disarming smiles of total strangers with smiles of your own in return. 

For the video of “Heal” we fed off the idea that, when treated appropriately, say through use of placement and tempo, even when there is no obvious direct connection to the viewer, the content of photographs and footage can still have a profound and personal impact on them. We pinpointed shots from behind closed blinds, though bars of fencing, obscured by mist or smoke in order to incite feelings of unease, a sense of confinement and enclosure. We gathered imagery of joy, transience, and journeying to invoke a sense of freedom, release, newfound lightness of spirit. Significantly, we exploited those moments of happiness, pure and untainted by second thoughts, juxtaposed them and piled them high to produce a sense of bursting into our own happiness and healing as the song accelerates towards its close.

With my head full of these thoughts, and via the website It’s Nice That, I recently came across The Anonymous Project, whose endeavours seemed to reflect this idea that, after everything, what keeps us going is the inherent resilience of human nature, instinctive optimism and kindness of spirit, and that indubitable evidence of this can be found in the documentation of these untampered, spontaneous moments highlighting human expression of happiness, celebration and kinship. Together, founder Lee Schulman and freelance book-editor Emmanuelle Halkin salvage Kodachrome colour slides from flea markets and the like, rescue them, restore them, and preserve them as what they call a “kaleidoscopic diary” covering the latter half of the 20th century. Their heartening venture is summed up in Lee Schulman's interview feature with It’s Nice That:

Their mission is [...] to create a database representative of our shared history – a pool of artefacts of daily life from the 1960s through to the digital age. Lee describes each slide as a “little window into our past, a collective memory of our lives and experiences.”

[...] The Anonymous Project provides a means to reflect on our humanity and the shared experiences that unite us. The pair explain on their website how “this is especially important now, at a time when divisions in the world are so great and nationalism is on the rise particularly in the West. Through these images we will learn that our need for love, laughter, intimacy, and celebration are what binds us all.”

 © The Anonymous Project 

Be sure to check out The Anonymous Project, and the incredible (and I mean incredible - you couldn’t possibly regret the next few minutes of your life if you tried) catalogue of images Lee and Emmanuelle have already collected right here: www.anonymous-project.com / on Instagram @anonymousphotoproject

SuSo: “Picture in a Frame” by Tom Waits / https://open.spotify.com/track/1bW2zCcw71ryrAcliuy8Le - from one of my favourite records of his, Mule Variations. Recommended to me, as it happens, by the producer of “Heal” himself, Jens Kuross. 

References: 

http://www.anonymous-project.com/the-project/

https://www.instagram.com/anonymousphotoproject/ 

http://pond5.com

https://www.itsnicethat.com/articles/the-anonymous-project-photography-031117

[scarletmanuka]

Sentinel Season Two burblings

I was doing back-ups, as a sensible computer owning person should, and I found some some incomplete and occasionally incoherent burblings as to my first impressions of season 2 of the official DVD release after my many years of watching fuzzy copies of copies. (Mind you, I was very glad to have the fuzzy at the time.) So here they are under a cut, and more or less spell-checked and grammatically improved.

Flight OMG those blue scenes are really really blue. Also little details like the rough plaster in Jim's kitchen, and the flight of the birds across the Cascade sky. The red binding on Blair's notebook.Plus,also nice product placement for Timex in the count down scene.  I can see the different colours in the native warrior's head dress and beads. Everything is so clear. Out of the Past The cherry blossoms at the apartment block.  Wow, the makeup on the guys' injuries at the end especially Jim's forehead graze. Garett's pupils soooo dilated during the dials scene. Did he have an eye exam earlier in the day or something? Deep Water LOL- Dubya in the back of Simon's offce when he was 'new' to the department. And then in present day it's the fishing pictures. The desaturation in the flashback scenes is much more obvious. Reunion. Just general prettiness, although it was nice to have the written material clearly seen and for the products in the hotel pantry to be individually discernible and not just amorphous blobs. True Crime - out of order because True Crime. Wendy's velvet and velour clothes are much prettier. I like being able to see the items in the loft more clearly. Set dressing may change but for me, where I have to know my canon thoroughly, little things in canon are useful for little things in stories. Also, OMG, hair colours when they're in the sunshine. Either GM put a rinse in that gorgeous hair or he's one of those people who goes naturally a little red in the summer. Either way, I now know why some of the old classic stories wax lyrical about his auburn hair. Jim is just kinda mousy brown - but I use to cuddle a friend's pet mice and mouse fur is very soft and strokeable and  - where was I? Also, man, I always did note that RB had clearly been lifting not long before the infamous loft and camera scene, but it's a lot more obvious with better resolution. The Rig I can read all the signs on the rig. Whatever industrial site they used, I can see the sign reading 'telefoon'. Shell, maybe? It's still dark but no longer fuzzy. The usual good things about The Rig apply - Jim being naked in the showers, Blair being cutely heroic, that really silly banter at the end. Iceman Blair's hair is all gorgeous again, and wow, Cascade sunshine is a lot brighter in better resolution, and loft even cosier in candlelight and firelight. Black and White. So okay, I fell asleep for some of this one. Thanks, hormones. But what I saw was very clear and pretty, and I still like Candace. Spare Parts. I can see the address on the envelope which the bad guy uses to trace Jim's home, which is something Block Street. Geez guys, keep your continuity together. (The Prospect address comes from Jim's driver's license prop. A much nicer sounding address.) Kitchen prep stuff is much clearer too. Blind Man's Bluff. I can actually see Blair pointing his laser pointer on his hot dog at the start. The progression of Jim's improving sight at the (silly) climactic car chase scene can actually be properly discerned. We can see that Jim's magazine as he waits by Blair's bedside is about boating. Everyone is still awful pretty and the sound quality for dialogue and such continues very clear. Second Chance. Colette's is definitively a dress shop - for season 2 at least. The question of the ages answered. Also, Jim's light blue jacket betrays how long it took to shoot scenes. He's barely out of the car for a minute or two and lying on his front when he gets knocked out, but the back of the jacket is clearly marked by rain. And the end scene you can really see how wet everyone is. Hear No Evil Sound track is much clearer. Continues wet and cold in Cascade. I can see RB's bald spot.... Light My Fire This is one of those edited from original series deals - the scene with Matson putting his bomb together had Bowie's Putting Out the Fire. Evidently, even a cover is too expensive these days... Mitch's burn scars are much more obvious and ouchy looking. Secrets I had issues with playback and of course it had to be in the bantery bits and not the boring action bits. I can see Jim's mark and bruise from the tranquilizer dart. And official mention of Jim's address as being 852 Prospect. Dead Drop - no particular notes, except the usual ones of clearness. Red Ice Blond bearded extra guy appears as a thug for the second of three times  Vow Of Silence, this ep and Murder 101. The pretty Canadian countryside is much more obvious in high res. I never really noticed Katrina and Sergei's nose rings before. Smart Alec The night time scenes always show to better advantage in high res, and GM reaches peak-Blair hair around this point in season 2.

[mybeautifuldecay]

[dr]OUTLANDER Fic: Blind Date - Part 2.

Anonymous said: Just wanted to say thank you for your amazing fics, you are a hugely talented writer. 😊 Will you consider continuing the Blind Date story? Pretty please?? 😊😊

Anything for you glorious human. Have another chapter. Thank you to the wondrous @outlandishchridhe for editing. She always has my back.

The first part can be found: HERE.

Claire didn’t loiter to watch the end of the filming after Jamie had been called back. She’d actually enjoyed talking to him for the short while that he’d joined her on the floor of the studios and if he was chosen –well, it was safe to say she didn’t want to watch him and the twee blond girl behind the slider chat up a storm for the cameras.

Taking herself off, she walked the almost silent halls, dodging the random crew member here and there until she found the large (catered) green room. With it being so late on, nobody else was in there and stuffing her face with biscuits seemed infinitely more tempting than the drafty recording set.

Settling herself on the comfy sofa, Claire toed off her shoes and began rubbing her feet, shifting her visitors badge from around her neck before pouring herself a warm cup of tea.

Leaning her head back, she closed her eyes and inhaled a rather large breath.

“The producer said I might find ye here,” a deep voice broke through the quiet.

Jamie’s voice.

Squinting, Claire opened one eye to watch as he entered the room, closing the door behind him.

The settee depressed with an almost silent creek as he sat beside her his arm coming to rest incredibly close to her head.

“She didn’t pick you then?” Claire asked, knowing the likely answer since he was hiding away with her here, instead of lapping it up back on set. She just needed to make sure before she dove head first into something she *might* regret later.

At least if he was still –for all intents and purposes– single, and he rejected her, she could accept she wasn’t stealing someone else’s potential partner.

“Nay, she didna.”

Letting him eye her for just a second, Claire took another breath before leaning over and taking his lips against hers. He didn’t resist, almost guessing her movements to a tee. Their mouths moved fluidly against one another, Claire’s hand getting lost in Jamie’s longish curls as she twisted to push herself close to him.

Their tongues met as the eager pair slid closer and closer until Claire was almost sat astride Jamie’s hips.

“No’ here, Claire,” he sighed, holding her chin softly in his palm as he glanced towards the door, breaking their contact. “I have a dressing room that’s private.”

Claire nodded, a sort of fuzzy haze surrounding her as Jamie rose and took her by the hand.

Leaning down, she picked her shoes up from the floor but carried them rather than putting them back on, as he guided her towards the small room off the main corridor.

Slamming the door closed behind them, Claire pushed Jamie against it, her hands pinning him to the chipped painted surface.

“I don’t usually do this,” she panted in between kisses, her heart thrumming in her chest as she ran a finger along his chin and down his neck. “I promise. You just–”

“I ken,” he interrupted, feeling the self-doubt rising within her as she spoke. “I feel the same. I dinna go around snogging random women, either,” he whispered against her lips, noting the faint pink tint to her cheeks as she tilted her head and licked her lips, tasting his subtle musk against her flushed skin.

“Good to know,” she murmured, her eyes closing as they joined once more.

The soft sound of their caresses echoed around the tiny room as Claire began to undo Jamie’s shirt, the heat building, pulling her under.

Stumbling, she almost missed one, her brain catching up with her body as she tried to shift away.

“J-Jamie…” she stuttered, blinking her eyes open as the harsh lights came back into focus. “I’m not even off the clock yet! I could lose my license to practice.”

Her ramblings were severed by a loud banging as someone began pounding on the door.

“Mr. Fraser! We just need you back for one more shot! Back on stage in five please!”

“A-aye, o’ course…” Jamie returned, his eyes holding Claire’s as he spoke.

He waited then, not wanting to continue until he was sure nobody was listening the other side.

“That willna happen, Claire. Dinna fash. Just, please,” he begged, his head dipping slightly as he took her hands in his and gripped her fingers, “dinna leave wi’out me.”

Abashed, Claire nodded, following Jamie back out into the hall and towards the open set arena. She watched, her head bent forward to hide the emotions playing out on her own face, as the cast and crew viewed them with mixed expressions.

She had a feeling they all knew what had transpired between Jamie and herself and she by no means wanted to stir the pot.

“Right!” the director yelled, holding a very old looking hat between his fingers. “Back on cue. Finally.”

Standing off to the side, Claire hid in the shadows, desperate not to bring any more attention to herself as the final cut of the show was shot and the producers -finally- wrapped the guests.

Tapping her foot against the polished lino, she waited for someone –anyone– to come and relieve her of her duties. The combined close warmth of the place was starting to make her feel light headed, along with the heady mix of Jamie, the scent of him still lingering on her tongue.

“Dr. Beauchamp?” a small, timid voice called. Claire almost didn’t hear the meek young man who stood next to her, headset in hand, the bags under his eyes large enough to hold a full weeks shop and possibly more. “They’ve said you’re free to go now, t-thank you.”

Nodding, she turned on her heel, eager to be away. Sweat gathered on her palms as she collected her medical supplies and headed for the service entrance. Part of her knew she should wait around for Jamie, but a more prominent part wanted out. Something told her the green room footage wouldn’t make pleasant viewing, at least not for the pair of them anyway.

The cool air felt good against her burning cheeks as it blasted her on exiting the building. She hadn’t even stopped to sign out of the exit book at the front, but nor did she think someone sensible would be manning it at this hour. It would probably be an off-duty security guard, and she was sure they wouldn’t even bother about one random lost doctor. If anyone asked, she’d feign an emergency. Joe would stick up for her.

Rounding the corner into the staff car park, she pulled out the keys to her little Fiesta, the tiny blip resonating through the near-empty space.

“Here was me thinking we had something in there,” Jamie jested, stunning Claire as she jerked her head up, eyes wide in shock. “But here ye are, running from me.”

Smiling, Claire shrugged her shoulders, her hair slipping further from it’s loose binding.

“I wouldn’t say running,” she returned. “More like a slow amble if you ask me.”

“Aye,” he replied, his voice low, husky. It seemed to vibrate through the floor and up into the soles of her feet.

“I’m sorry, Jamie, it wasn’t you. I hope you know that. I really did want to stick around and talk, at the very least,” she began, a hint of regret swirling in the air around her. “But that place…I don’t know, I got the feeling they *knew*.”

“They did,” he stated, rather cautiously, pushing himself from the bonnet of her car and walking steadily towards her. “The green room has CCTV, a live feed to the floor so the runners can see that the guests arena starved.”

Claire nodded, her whole face turning bright red in the dark night as she imagined them all watching in wonder as she and Jamie almost dry humped right before their eyes.

“Dinna fret, aye? I spoke to them about it. To protect ye. Naybody is fashed about it, Claire. Happens all the time –apparently.”

Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, he brought her softly against his chest and rubbed her arms in quiet support.

“Thank you, Jamie. Truly. I honestly would have had to go back in there and explain if you hadn’t sorted it all.” Nuzzling her face into the plush liner of his jacket, Claire lost herself for a moment, letting her embarrassment dissipate.

Finally, realising where she was, she pulled away, her face a more normal colour again.

“I dinna mean to sound sae forward,” Jamie started, his eyebrows drawing together as if uncertain as to whether to broach this question or not.

“Out with it!” Claire pressed, letting an undertone of humour creep into her words.

“Weel.” Rubbing the back of his neck, he shifted from one foot to the other, the asphalt beneath his shoes making a low scratch as he built up the courage. “I have a hotel room, provided to me by the show. Would ye care for a night cap –wi’ me?”

Blushing once more, Claire nodded, not trusting her voice as she held out her hand to him.

“If it has parking, I’m definitely in,” she returned, her eyes alight with hope as she tugged him towards her car.

“Aye, Claire,” Jamie replied, pulling the large keyfob from his pocket. “I believe it does.”

[allbestnet]

108 Common Misconceptions You’ve Always Believed

This list of common misconceptions corrects erroneous beliefs that are currently widely held about notable topics.

Schizophrenia is multiple personalities Etymologically, it means "split-mind", but dissociative "multiple personality" disorders are different.

The Oceans are blue because they reflect the sky Nope. Absorption and scattering of light causes blue colour

Sugar makes children hyperactive Studies have disproved this. ADHD still occurs in children with sugar-free diets.

Seasons are caused by the Earth's distance from the Sun. They're actually related to the 23 degree tilt of the Earth's axis.

Salieri vs Mozart They were friends with a little rivalry. Nothing more.

Bulls hate red. Bulls are colour-blind. They actually react to motion as a perceived threat.

Hair & fingernails grow after death The skin dries and shrinks away, giving the appearance of growth

Milk increases mucous In most people, just a placebo effect. There's no need to avoid dairy if you have a cold.

Evolution is always creating more complex organisms Not always a simple to complex progression: sometimes a smaller genome will be evolved, but 'devolution' is a misnomer.

The Vomitorium Not a room Romans used during Bacchanalian binges but the name for the entrance to a stadium. Vomiting was not a regular part of Roman dining customs.

Cooking removes alcohol Partly true. But studies show not all burns off.

Alcohol keeps you warm Alcohol dilates warm blood vessels near the skin creating the impression of warmth but it can actually drop core body temperature.

Searing meat seals in moisture. Nope. It's for flavour.

Sex reduces athletic performance No physiological basis to this, could even help male athletes because of increased testosterone.

Caffeine dehydrates you Not really. The diuretic effect of caffeine is offset by the amount of water in the caffeinated drinks.

Chastity Belts Not used to prevent a wife's adultery in medieval times. Instead invented by 19th century prudes to prevent 'dangerous' masturbation.

Viking's Horned Helmets Created by a costume designer for a 19th century Wagner opera.

Goldfish memory span While not the smartest in the animal kingdom, Goldfish do boast a better memory than most politicans.

LSD stays in the spinal fluid for years LSD is eliminated by the body in under 10 hours.

Thomas Crapper invented "crap" Actually it's Latin for chaff.

Washington's wooden teeth A much more hygenic mix of gold, ivory, lead and horse and donkey teeth. No wood.

Shaving your hair makes it thicker Regrown hair isn't thicker, coarser, or darker, it just appears so because it's no longer tapered.

Chewing gum takes 7 years to digest It is indigestible, but passes straight through.

Bananas grow on trees. Nope. Bananas actually grow on massive herbs which resemble trees.

Houseflies live for 24 hours Average lifespan is actually about a month. Maggots hatch within 24 hours.

Tongue-rolling is genetic A famous 1940 paper claimed tongue rolling was at least partially genetic. Another famous 1975 paper refuted this. The debate still hasn't been settled.

Sushi is raw fish Lost in translation. Sushi means 'sour rice' and does not always feature fish. Sashimi means 'raw' - but isn't just fish.

Bats are blind. No. They can see AND use echolocation. Awesome!

Blood is blue under the skin Blood is always red, misconception is based on diagrams showing the difference between veins and arteries and human colour perception.

Killer brace position The brace position really is your best chance at surviving an air crash.

Your eyes will pop out if you sneeze with them open There is no mechanism that would allow a sneeze to push your eyeballs out.

Refreezing Food = Bad Whether raw or cooked, as long as the food was thawed and hasn't spoiled, it's okay to refreeze. Exception: defrosted raw meat or fish.

Immaculate Conception means Virgin Birth Separate ideas. Immaculate conception means Mary was not subject to original sin. Virgin birth means Mary miraculously conceived

Catching warts from toads Warts are unique to humans. Toads don't have them.

Sharks don't get cancer. Oh yes they do. Particularly skin cancer.

We only use 10% of our brains Metaphor that's been misunderstood; not all neurons are always firing, but inactive cells are still important.

Mussolini's trains ran on time Fascist propaganda. They did run on time but only because of work done before his reign.

Don't touch baby birds! Birds have a limited sense of smell. Probably more harmful to leave them to the cats but it's all relative.

Sleeping with an electric fan on can be deadly Big myth in Korea. Very unlikely.

Vaccines causes autism Fraudulent research that's been shown as manipulated.

Vegetarians can't get enough protein Protein in eggs, beans, vegetables is easily enough. Vegans need B-12 supplements though.

A Fatwa is an Islamic death sentence Fatwā means 'non-binding legal opinion'.

Humans and dinosaurs co-existed Despite 59% of US adults thinking they did, we actually missed each other by ~63 million years.

Different parts of the tongue taste different tastes There is no 'map', and there are 5 primary tastes: bitter, sour, salty, sweet and umami (savoury/meaty).

Humans evolved from chimpanzees No - they are our closest living genetic relatives, along with bonobos. A shared ancestor last lived 5-8 million years ago.

Black holes absorb everything Not really 'holes' but hugely dense objects with massive gravitational pull.

Men think about sex every 7 seconds It's not been measured. But is greatly exaggerated.

Elementary My Dear Watson Not in the original stories. First used in the 1929 film.

Single genes exist for different personality traits Gross oversimplification; there is no 'gay gene' etc.

Alcohol kills brain cells Only in heavy users and alcoholics who rely on alcohol to get most of their calories.

Iron Maidens Never were medieval torture devices. But 18th century fakes created for sensational circuses.

US Constitution written on hemp Written on parchment, despite the best efforts of stoner revisionists to convince you otherwise.

Most body heat is lost through the head Only in infants. Or if the head is the only uncovered part of the body.

You have to say if you're a cop US Police working entrapment law do not have to identify themselves. A hollywood-induced myth.

We have 5 senses We actually have close to 20 including balance, pain, movement, hunger, thirst, etc.

Using your cellphone on a plane is dangerous Handheld devices have no impact on planes' communication & navigation equipment.

Missing Persons Reports Police do not demand a 24 hour period before they accept a missing persons report, especially if violence is involved.

Marijuana is a gateway drug Most pot users don't go on to harder drugs. Those who do are probably influenced by social and other factors.

If you've used LSD, you're legally insane. Urban myth

Evolution is just a "theory" In science, the word theory means something more than a conjecture

Waking sleepwalkers is dangerous No, but they'll be really confused. Sleepwalkers are more likely to hurt themselves if they're not awoken.

Lightning never strikes twice No reason why it wouldn't; the Empire State building gets struck about 100 times per year.

Rule of thumb Not from a law allowing a man to hit his wife with a stick no thicker than his thumb.

Glass is a liquid Has both solid and liquid properties. "This is why stained glass windows are thicker at the bottom" Not true though. Bad manufacturing process is the cause.

Great Wall of China visible from Space Myth.

An “Autism Epidemic” There’s only been an increase in diagnoses of autism, caused by heightened awareness of the ailment, not incidence.

Cellphones at gas stations could trigger explosions Scientific testing has discovered no link between cellphones and gas station explosions.

The First Thanksgiving Celebrations were recorded 50 years before the 'first' Thanksgiving at Plymouth Colony.

Three Wise Men visited Jesus Nowhere in the Bible does it specify this. A mash up of Matthew 2 and Isaiah 60:1–3: "The wise men visited Jesus as a child, in a house".

Dogs sweat by salivating They regulate temperature through panting but sweat through footpads.

George Washington smoked cannabis He grew hemp to make rope and clothes but there's no evidence to suggest he smoked a fatty most nights.

Pilgrims wore all black Nope. They sported late Elizabethan in-colours: reds, yellows, purples and greens. And no buckle hats!

Edison invented the lightbulb He made the first practical lightbulb, but it was obsolete within a year. England's Joseph Swan patented a design before him.

There is no gravity on the International Space Station Gravity is everywhere. Earth's gravity is pretty strong on the ISS - NASA says a person who weighs 100lb on earth still weighs 90lb there.

Chemical Imbalance Simplistic. Thank pharma for the idea that major depression is caused by an imbalance of neurotransmitters likeserotonin.

Some people have a photographic memory No hard scientific evidence, but memory that mimics a camera is unlikely. Some people just have great memories

Hair products can "repair" your hair Nothing can fix split ends or damaged hair. They can prevent damage and make hair look better though.

Flushed water rotates the otherway in the Southern Hemisphere The Coriolis effect, induced by the Earth's rotation, does not affect the small amounts of water in toilets, bathtubs.

MSG causes headaches Anecdotal evidence. But no scientific proof.

A Jihad is a "holy war" It actually translates as "struggle".

Dropping a penny from a tall building could kill someone Terminal velocity is 30-50mph which isn't fast enough. It would hurt though.

Einstein failed maths Nope. He failed an entrance exam for a school, two years early, and still excelled in maths.

Islamic matyrs receive 72 virgins Nowhere in the Qu'ran, but is reported elsewhere, but is a matter of debate.

Birth order has an effect on personality Birth order has a minor effect on intelligence, but not on personality traits.

The Left and right brains have different capabilities No solid functional division; some functions activate some areas more than others. Left brain can learn 'right brain' functions and vice-versa.

Henry Ford invented the car He just improved the design, mostly by supporting the work of his employees.

You can get high from banana peel A hoax, perpetuated through the Internet.

Lie detector No such machine. A polygraph test detects arousal, not lies. And can be easily faked.

Planes dump toilet waste at high altitude They're emptied on ground. Blue ice is caused accidentally. Trains used to dump on the tracks, though. Dirty trains.

Lincoln freed all slaves He instigated the process but full abolition didn't occur until three years later after the Emancipation Proclamation.

Oil stops pasta sticking Does not prevent sticking. But it can stop the water foaming or boiling over.

Brainwashing Hogwash. No evidence of intensive indoctrination techniques that can change or programs peoples’ minds.

The 'Dark Ages' The period between the decline of the Roman Empire and the Renaissance was not that dark or backward. An historical cliche.

Eating before swimming is dangerous Doesn't increase risk of cramps; alcohol is the biggest increase in risk.

Steep Learning Curve Actually means a skill that is easy and quick to learn. Think about it. The curve just goes up and up.

Black belts are masters Introduced only in 1880, in Judo, to show competency of basic techniques.

Jesus was born on December 25th December 25 was declared official celebration date in 350CE. Could be guesstimate based on conception, or winter solstice, or Yule.

Adding salt to water makes it boil more quickly Naturally salted water will boil more quickly, because of the low heat capacity of the salt content but adding salt to fresh water will not make any difference.

Hard-wired The brain is actually incredibly fluid & plastic. So virtually no psychological capacities are ‘hard-wired’ from birth.

Water conducts electricity Water itself is actually an insulator. It's also a great solvent. The substances it dissolves (salt etc.) contain ions, which do conduct electricity.

Antioxidants are good for us Antioxidants don’t do anything for our health, might actually be harmful. Research shows they have no effect on free-radicals in the body, don’t prevent ageing.

Get “Closure” No evidence this mythical emotional end state is ever achieved by victims of trauma, bereavement or loss.

Napoleon was short A tall tale. At 5'7", he was actually above average height for a Frenchman of the time.

Human brains are special because they’re huge There might be other reasons why human brains are unique, but focusing on size ignores important possibilities.

Satan rules Hell Doesn't say this anywhere in the Bible.

The 5 Second Rule Amount of bacteria transferred to fallen food depends on how contaminated the floor is, not how long the food stays there.

Scientific Proof Proof is incompatible with science which is, by its nature, provisional and self-correcting. Only Maths has proofs.

A gene for... Genes code for proteins, so there are actually no genes ‘for’ specific characeristics, esp. not psychological ones.

Drink 8 glasses of water a day! Not necessary for everyone; subjective and dependant on individual weight, environment, what you're wearing and more.

Apple Macs can't get viruses Yes they can - just less frequently than Windows computers

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baby ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

You are beautiful with or without me. I think you need to know that more than how much I love you or how your hands make my skin feel like it’s new over and over again. All those things are important and true and you need to know those too but sometimes life is a little scary and it gets in the way. Sometimes that means that I will not be able to love you forever or that you will not be able to touch me. But what it doesn’t mean is that you’re not beautiful. Not because you’re angular or because your eyes are some colour I can never identify. Not even because you look good first thing in the morning or from whatever camera angle, how do you do that? Just that there is some brightness inside of you and it is shining and shaking and absolutely brilliant. I hope they never take that away from you or make you forget it. Even if they take me away from you or the way that I’ll look at you like yes, you’re the first thing I’ve ever seen. That you are infinite and infinitely yourself and it is blinding and binding and exists, your own little cosmos, right inside of you, blazing on and on and on -

[driftwork]

a station where life ended (beta and final)

1.Every walker, wrapped up in himself, perhaps walking through meadows, across a common, standing on the flat roofs of a building, is alone even when they are standing with others, the daylight effectively  binds them together, connects them in the network of an enormous web. Consider how as they walk across the common for the very last time, the three men are screaming in fury into their smart phones (whoever thought given them phones was a good idea?) they are disconnected from everything, from themselves and from one another.  Passing the bystanders that they terrify, disconnected from the bushes, grass, trees and tarmac, as they walk the last 100 metres along the pavement to the station, enjoying the fear and terror they cause. Let us introduce the soon to be dead and the one who is to be hospitalized. Stuart Hall, Apple and Seb Brown walked along the platform, cropped hair, shaved heads, exercise pants, jeans, Doc Martens, big muscular strides -  Hall's jacket said "White", Apple and Brown's advertised the latest fascist party. Brown was the shorter of the three, six convictions for assault, two cases of rape that failed in the court. His first conviction was at fifteen for beating a young man into a coma. It only got increasingly violent from there. His arms, like his friends covered in swastikas and other symbols of fascism. Hall and Apple had another five convictions between them. Hall had a shiny metal baseball bat. Apple,  well the less said about Apples love of inflicting pain and suffering the better. Their social imaginaries are full of thoughts of being the descendants of fascist warriors, worshippers of Mars. You might want to ask what constructed these three violent walkers who are about to meet their end, what kind of society made them, in actuality little can be said that you will not have heard before.  There is (a) CCTV video of the three of them walking across the station forecourt, onto the platform and everything that followed. They started by damaging the notice boards in the ticketing hall. They tormented a middle aged woman who became frightened and ran off out of the station. They walked southwards along the platform hitting vacant seats and the metal uprights of the canopy. At the far end of the platform there were some more benches. And then they discovered her sitting on the bench. A Japanese or Chinese woman , She was in her 30s. Black shiny hair tied back, black leather jacket zipped closed, dark grey leggings with shiny black ankle boots, a brown leather bag with strap work across her body. A housewife or an office worker they thought, a husband at home with the children. Easily scared. The three of them approached her in a line,  "Hey girl had a fuck today ?" She ignored them.  The warrior waited she hoped they would simply go away. It had been a long day.  She was tired, Eyes half closed, half asleep. looking out onto the railway tracks. Brown prodded her.  She ignored him, not moving. They thought she was scared hoping for a train or rescue. Brown and Hall were both increasingly incensed, angry at being ignored. Apple slower to anger enjoying the build of Adrenalin. So Brown took his butterfly knife out of his jacket pocket, Hall swung the baseball bat to one side.  She still  didn't move. She didn't react. Brown waved the knife across her chest,  a fraction of a centimetre from her chest, closer each time,  the third time cutting a slice into the surface her leather jacket. It could not penetrate the kelver protection in the lining of the jacket. He screamed "........ abuse abuse blah blah etc etc... " An accountant standing on the other platform on his way home, coincidentally from some meetings at the police station, was on the phone to the police, he told the police later that it all happened so fast that he could scarcely believe it.  The station CCTV cameras recorded the three men's abusive behavior, showing their demise in glorious technicolor. Brown swung the knife again and Hall and Apple cheered.  She grabbed his hand with her right hand and hit Browns arm with such force that she fractured his elbow joint, pushing the hand holding the knife along the swing towards Browns body, the blade went straight through his ribs  and buried itself in his lung. She rose pivoting and punching him in the throat. It was a perfect dance move, liquid, modern, precise. Brown fell to the ground and died almost immediately.  She continued the fluid movement and stepped to the left away from Brown's body. What is the destiny of the warrior? The warrior turned facing Hall and watched the third man who was slightly further away by the platform edge. Neither Hall nor Apple knew whether to fight or flee. Hall simply made the wrong decision, because she still looked like a Japanese or Chinese housewife to him. He attacked with the baseball bat, it never made contact,  she stepped forward and punched him twice in the throat. He fell down gasping for breath and when his heart stopped in the ambulance he had to be resuscitated. Apple should have run at this point but instead attacked, she pirouetted on one foot, slightly overbalanced and her arms spread out to stabilize and attacked him with elegant ferocity, fracturing his ribs and  punching him multiple times in the face and throat. Apple fell back onto the rail tracks the back of his head hitting the steel rail with a horrible wet thud and lay staring at the sky.  She surveyed the damage she had inflicted on her attackers.  Visibly sighed and sat down on the bench and waited for the police. When the police arrived they found  a man with a knife in his chest, another dying on the railway tracks and the third gasping for breath. She was  on the phone speaking to someone.

2.The police took her to Mugeyeong police station which  is the main office of the serious crime and homicide division in the area. It is a pretty standard regional police station, two and a half floors, concrete steps and a wheelchair ramp going up to the ground floor main entrance. It is a forty year old systems building, last refurbished ten years ago. It is about 80 metres across and 20 meters high. The roof is flat with a concrete balustrade, behind which solar panels can be seen facing southwards. The building has a concrete frame within which the prefabricated components of the window sections are slotted between the grey concrete uprights. The lower half of each section containing pale blue panels that are fading from the sun and weather, the upper half being made up of sealed triple glazed window units with Venetian style blinds hanging inside the inner unit. Some of the offices have roller blinds on the inside of the windows. There are fire exits at both ends of the building and a rear entrance.  There are floodlights pointing forward at the car park in front of the building. It is still light when they arrive and she makes them pause  so she can survey the building. The  woman police tries to pull her forward but cannot make her move. They take her to the front desk and try to book her in. She refuses to say a word. Her face expressionless under the led and tube lighting. They book her in under nameless, identity unknown and take her upstairs to the offices for interviewing and further investigation.

3.[Defense lawyers]: Not long after the police arrive at the police station we received a call  - A client has just called and asked for a lawyer to take a case, please go to Mugeyeong police station. What is the case ? we asked,  I don't know the details,  an important client has been arrested and is at the police station.  It involved some people dying, that was all they knew. She is very important.   The inside of the police station is mostly painted in municipal grey and with the pale blue that the police seem to prefer. The section of the floor she was being held in is an open plan office with three sets of desks arranged in groups of 7,  the dividers are a soft grey colour with white boards strategically arranged. each desk having one or two monitors, with tough laptops or low profile desktop computers. Photons flood the room from led lights set into the ceiling, some of the desks have additional desk lamps, strip lighting or angle-poise lamps. There is the low humming from the air heat exchange unit.  The detectives on the floor are dressed in various styles of business casual clothing, shirts, tee shirts, jeans, trousers, trainers or boots. Its 2/3rds men and 1/3rd women. There are a few officers dressed in the local police uniforms.  She is escorted onto the floor and passed over to the duty inspector who in turn hands her over to Detective Inspector Ross. It's sometime after nine when we arrive, when its an important client we always travel in pairs, in this case myself and my assistant. Detective Inspector Ross was waiting for us at his desk, situated at the end of the third row of desks.  Ross had interrogated  thousands of people over the years and was  extremely effective  at interviewing suspects and extracting confessions from them. He was meeting a wall of patient silence. He was just back from holiday and was already wishing he'd taken a few extra days off to avoid this case.  There is a tendency for interrogators to shout and browbeat  suspects/witnesses who are too silent, in this case Ross had taken one look at the CCTV footage and knew there was no advantage in using aggression. He judged that it might even be dangerous. It took about fifteen minutes for us to get through to the room where they were keeping her.  She had not said a word, hadn’t even looked interested. They tried various european languages, then mandarin, korean, and finally  japanese, she had smiled at their bad pronunciation. They had taken photographs,  fingerprints, checked her wallet and bag. She had refused to take off or unzip her jacket. They were trying to find her details so that they could log the crime, identifying her as either a victim or an aggressor. In the outer office there had been a steady stream of police viewing the CCTV recordings: "Christ, look at that, how did she do that ?" was the immediate response. The video was copied onto PC’s and IPADs and eventually uploaded where it stayed for half a week before vanishing. The accountant and a few other witnesses were interviewed which established that the three men had threatened and attacked her after verbally threatening and abusing the woman further down the platform [...] DI Ross was unusually pleased to see us,  the police normally prefer to interrogate people without our presence, but to our surprise, he said “We are getting  absolutely nowhere, she is simply refusing to cooperate. Perhaps she will speak now you are here"  We went into the dark green painted interrogation room and tried to speak with her,  she thanked us for attending but said nothing except for....  "I haven't eaten since lunch, is it possible, for me to have something to eat, perhaps some tea and water ?". My assistant went down to the canteen on the ground floor and came back with a couple of sandwiches, chicken and bacon and a cheese sandwich, a cup of tea and a bottle of water. She scraped the mayo off the chicken and bacon sandwich. She wolfed the sandwiches down in a predatory fashion. "I was starving" she said sipping her tea as  Ross returned with his Sergeant and tried to question her again, whilst we sat beside her. This continued throughout the night.  A trace of a smile appeared on her face at around 5 AM. She asked for water when the Sergeant went out for drinks. We went and sat in Ross's office drinking coffee from the star buck's next door that had opened at 6AM.  We watched the video a few more times. She asked for a breakfast sandwich. 

4.I said, we said, to Ross that it was a classic case of self defense. "True, but something about her is wrong. She is obviously waiting for something but what ?" I agree, I said, but you have no possibility of holding her. If she starts speaking about it, it may get even worse. "We have two dead men and a man in a coma, I would like to charge with manslaughter."  But it was clearly self-defense, we have witnesses and video to prove it. Nobody would charge her and expect a conviction. This was the core of our discussion about the event and continued all night. At seven AM Ross phoned his Detective Chief Superintendent, who begrudgingly came to the station on the way to his office. We all sat down in the glass walled meeting room around the table at around eight AM. He read the testimony of the witnesses three of four times. Then watched the video from where the three men entered the station to when the police arrived. He watched the fight sequence half a dozen times. "That is one dangerous woman." He told the technical sergeant to turn it off and looked at us expectantly."I'd like to hold her with a view to arresting her for manslaughter, failing that,  failing that excessive violent defense. The excess being the knife in the man's chest and the two punches in his throat and the kicks..."  Ross said."Go ahead" he said looking at me and my assistant. "That is insane,  she was assaulted by a man with a knife, another with a baseball bat and... so of course she is allowed to defend herself. DI Ross knows that he cannot possibly believe that with this evidence he could take this case to a jury.""Ross, Have you been able to establish her name ?""Not yet,  she won't speak""And I cannot tell you who she is, as I have been asked not to. I can supply details of the client through the office which contacted us. It's ten, eleven hours since she was brought here. There is no chance of any successful prosecution."(I had no idea who she was and only found out later) "...Nor is the accused obliged to identify herself, she after all has done nothing illegal or wrong. Nor has she been cautioned. So she is allowed, encouraged to remain silent.""Is there any known relationship between the victims and the woman ?""We don't have any information about that" Ross said."Do we  have anything about her from our files ? fingerprints, dna etc. Is there evidence of any crimes ?"”Nothing at all. There are no records. If we arrest her, then we may find other things ...”“A charge that there is no chance of successfully prosecuting...” I Interjected.Ross groaned. To the DCS's visible amusement. "The complete autopsy reports have not been delivered...."The DCS looked cynically at him - "Well the two dead men certainly did not die of heart attacks or old age." The DCS grunted as he looked at the paperwork again, he told the Duty Sergeant to go and fetch her.  She came in carrying a bottle of water that she collected on the way from the interview room. I could see her scanning the open plan office as she walked towards the meeting room.  We talked and exchanged a few more views, more or less repeating what we had said  when she wasn't there. We repeated the conversation just so that she knew what we were talking and thinking about. She sat facing the door and looking out of the room into the station towards the exit. She was looking pale and tired. Sergeant Taylor came into the room carrying a breakfast roll, a drinking yogurt and an orange juice. She handed it to the woman. She nodded her thanks and started to eat the roll. It was now after 9am, the morning shift was arriving,  people looked with interest at the room, understandably curious at what was going on. She was looking with interest at us speaking. She looked as if she wanted to join in the discussion but wisely kept silent. The DCS asked her a few questions which she did not reply to. He told her that he thought she was very irritating. She looked like she wanted to smile at him."O.K. In fact I think your grasping at straws, Ross. I have heard enough." He stretched back into his chair. " The issue of self-defense is pretty clear, if someone is attacked with a knife  and a baseball bat, a person is allowed to defend themselves so that the attack is ended. There is no way the prosecution people could win this case."He looked between the four of us before facing her.  "Ross is right it is an unusual case. I think the calmness with which which you faced the attackers/and/victims alarming. But I do not think that excessive violence was used. Which is also demonstrated that the third man will be prosecuted when we can do so..." He paused and looked at Ross who shrugged." Your request for an arrest warrant is refused. The witness/accused is to be released." The sergeant began to prepare the discharge paperwork.  Ross was about to answer when she suddenly smiled. Beamed, the tiredness flickering away. She was looking past him across the room, what she was waiting for arriving. "They have come for me..."The DCS turned and looked at the man who he recognized and his Sergeant who were walking across the room."Is that who you mean ?" "yes, and that's his DI/Sergeant..." The five of us watched them walk across the room, the duty Inspector intercepts them to say good morning. 

5. Leaving...He phoned at around 6AM apologizing to her, asking if she could come and look after their child. He explained  why and where he was going, she arrived around 8 AM limping up the path her left leg in a support, he couldn’t manage to ask how she was. She looked at the control he was struggling to maintain and immediately took over dressing the child ready for the morning. He packed a change of clothes for his wife in the traveling bag. His sergeant,  actually she was a DI, but he always referred to her as his sergeant arrived around 8.15. You came ? he said to her as he made more coffee. Yes, I came to make sure we walk her out of the station, I'm better for this than anyone else. The babysitter was feeding breakfast and chatting to his daughter as they left. At the station She parked the deep blue colored Porsche Cayanne in front of the station. She had taken the keys from his hands before they left, I'll drive, you might crash. She parked in a disabled spot, put the police badge on the dashboard. They walked to the front desk hanging identification lanyards around their necks. We've come to see a witness you have upstairs, you don't have a name for her. My name however is, waving the Id pass at them.  They signed into the computer system. She refused to give a name - the desk sergeant said.  Good, that is what I told her to do. He told him.  The sergeant looked disconcerted and  told a constable to take them upstairs. They arrived with the constable who directed them to the meeting room, he was walking them along the passageway between the desks when the duty inspector intercepted them, offering his hand, taking a slightly obsequious stance.  Asking if there was anything he could help them with. He gestured at the meeting room, saying something. The defense lawyers reviewed and then signed the discharge papers for her. She was about to be discharged from the meeting room, she was given  her bag, it's contents and the other objects. She was looking better, happy, the tiredness flickering away. She was looking across the room as she took her copy of the paperwork.  She took a few of the defense lawyers business cards. She suddenly smiled, and spoke for the third or fourth time "They have come for me..." Ross was about to answer. She was beaming, the tiredness flickering away. She was looking past him across the office. The DCS turned and looked at the man who he recognized and his Sergeant who were walking across the room.   "Thank you. I'm sorry to have caused you so much trouble.  Do you want a witness statement from me, later? "  The DCS took Ross to greet them, they left the door open.  The man said something shook the DCS's hand, said hello to Ross. Followed them into the meeting room. "I brought a change of clothing, you should change before I take you home."  The constable escorted them to the disabled toilet. She stepped in, he offered the bag to her and she grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the room with her. The constable leaned against the partition wall and listened to her moving, them talking, telling him what had happened, as she changed, water ran, washed, sat on the toilet, washed again, dressed, tied her her back with a clean hairband.  She emerged wearing clean black leggings, a cream silk shirt that ended at her waist with half sleeves, tattoos emerging from her sleeves, her slightly round stomach more obviously sticking out carrying her damaged jacket over her arm. The constable looked at her obviously pregnant body. "Congratulations. How many weeks ?" "Three or four months, I've lost track..." He was carrying the bag with the clothes.  His DI/Sergeant watched the CCTV, read the witness statements. Looked around the meeting room with a rueful and wintry smile. "So no charges. A sensible result.  A pregnant woman kills a man who is attacking her with a knife, imagine taking that to court, never going to work. If you need her as a witness for their prosecution you can contact her through our office."  Ross and the Defense lawyers watched them drive off in the Porsche.

6.Later after having a shower she came downstairs and put her cool hands on his face, the babysitter and the DI/sergeant both looked at her stroking his face.  He lent back into her body as she hugged him.  “Thanks for rescuing me...” The DI looked at them both, “I have to go and be shouted at by our, your boss. She may call you to harangue you later. Expect no sympathy from me...” “I will have to get my jacket repaired...” she said...

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Camera binds are colour blind

FBI agent watching me!au

Sehun x reader

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part one (this is going to have two parts)

“I can’t believe she’s on that dumb site again!” Sehun’s voice echoed through the room, his eyes wide in disbelief and his voice raised in exhasperation. “come on sehunnie~ it can’t be that bad” his coworker, Chanyeol, said as he gazed down at his computer seeing the dumb shit his assignment was pulling “at least you didn’t get assigned to some YouTuber wannabe. All Baekhyun does is search things like how to get fans, or how to seduce girls, and then correct himself into non-binairy terms. Besides, she’s your first assignement, there’s no way they gave you someone bad”.

It’s true that your Sehun’s first assignment. The boy fresh from fed school got appointed to you after you searched “how to make something da bomb”. Any idiot could see that you didn’t mean an actual bomb but of course the FBI couldn’t just let you off the hook. So now Sehun was forced to watch you scroll through tumblr like your life depended on it.

“S-she just opened tumblr, on her phone... but it’s still open on her computer? and she’s still in front of it?” He stuttered out when you pulled out your phone, bored by Tumblr, only to open the same dumb app on your phone. 

Chanyeol rolled his chair up behind Sehun’s computer, his eyes widening when he saw Sehun’s words were true “wow, that’s some dedication she got there. What is she even doing on tumblr? she one of those aesthetic, hipster, schoolshit blogs?”.

“Worse...she runs a meme blog”

Silence reigned in the room apart from the frantic typing of one of their colleages, Sehun heard from Jongin that Jongdae had been chatting with his assignment so he wasn’t very surprised at the other man’s agressive typing. another heartbeat of silence passed between the two men before the taller fell to his knees before Sehun. “YOU HAVE TO SWITCH WITH ME!!!” Chanyeol shouted, disturbing everyone in the room, Minseok even threw an ice-cube to shut him up but he missed.

After the commotion had died down, Sehun scoffed at the tall man that was still kneeled before him. “Wy would I even trade with you? You’ve been complaining about Baekhyun for days, why would I take him?” he asked,one eyebrow raised in skepticism. Chanyeol gave Sehun puppy dog eyes and begged once again. “you don’t understand Sehun, SHE’S MY SOULMATE!” this time, minseok’s ice-cube did hit it’s target.

“I can’t believe you’re on that dumb site again!” your roommate, Jongin, shouted at you. “you were supposed to do the dishes today (y/n)! I swear to god Tumblr is ruining your life” He said taking a quick look at you, scrolling mindlessly through the site, before continuing with a grumble “or well whatever ‘life’ you had in the first place”. You laughed at that “You can’t ruin what you don’t have my man”. He just rolled his eyes, turning on the faucet and putting the dishes in the sink. “by the way, don’t you have class in like five minutes?”

Your head shot up at that, looking towards the clock eyes wide in panic. You hadn’t been late for class in years, being punctual was important in your eyes so being late wasn’t a daily occasion for you. You relaxed when you saw the time, taking a pillow off the couch and chucking it against your roomie’s head. “you dick, you know that class doesn’t start till five”. He turned around and grinned at you. “maybe if you do our dishes next time I won’t bother you like this“.

“sometimes I wonder why I ever thought it was a good idea to move in with you” your grumble reached Jongin, who in turn splashed you with some dirty dish-water. “because you love me... and because you think I have a nice ass” he replied, throwing you a wink. That boy got way too flirtatious sometimes, even though he got shy fairly quickly too. Almost as if he had two different personalities.

Sehun’s mouth was pulled into a straight line. He always complained about you but was never really annoyed by your antics, that was until he saw you being with Jongin. His mood confused him more than anything, he didn’t see a reason for him to be grumpy but he knew he was. And so did everyone in the building. Chanyeol was quivering in the dark aura that surrounded Sehun’s computer and Minseok kept glancing back and forth nervously, also effected by Sehun’s gloomy mood. Jongdae was the only one that seemed completely unfazed, striding right up to his younger colleague.

“ what’s with the long face buddy?” he spoke, ignoring the glare Sehun sent him and the warning glances he got from the others. “I was born with this face Jongdae, do you have a problem with it?” Dae just remained unshaken, laughing off Sehun’s reply. “does it by any chance have anything to do with your assignment?”. Silence spread throughout their department (apart from Chanyeol’s shocked gasp). Everyone knew that no one was supposed to feel anything towards their assignments, no admiration, no pity, and most of all no interest.

Sehun’s eyes were fierce as he sent Jongdae a murderous glare. “I do not know what you are implying Jongdae, but what you just said reminds me of something. Who have you been chatting with so much recently? You always seem to be busy with them” He knew he shouldn’t have said that but Jongdae had crossed the line, he deserved it. The tension between the two was palpable. Jongdae’s kitten smile had finally dropped of his face, replaced by a frown.

He was about to reply when Minseok cleared his throat. Neither of the two had noticed their senior walking up to them, too busy with each other, but now that he was there they could feel his menacing aura. “let’s not go around baselessly accusing each other of things now, okay?” the smile on his face was so fake that it scared even Sehun. “y-yeah, you’re right. Haha, oops how silly of me. I’ll just go eat my lunch now” Jongdae stuttered, trying to walk away but Minseok cleared his throat once again. “I believe your break ended five minutes ago, just get back to work.” The boy let out a bunch of whines but to everyone’s, but mostly Sehun’s, relief he did get back to work.

You were hurrying to your class, not even close to being late but stressed anyway, checking your phone once again just to make sure you actually did have class. You had stood in front of an empty lecture hall one too many times too not have developed the habit to check twice. You noticed that an app had been opened, something you don’t necessarily remember doing, but brushed it off since it wouldn’t be the first time you had absent-minded opened an app.

Once you got to class, sitting way at the back because only a few others had arrived yet, you opened you laptop. noticing that the app you had been using for your projects had been opened. This was weird because you thought that the last project you had to hand in this year had already been finished, but looking at the app now you noticed that you had apparently changed it in the past hour. You would have considered this, had your laptop battery not been dead since last night. You had only just started charging it so how could you have worked on your project? Unless someone had hacked you, but why would they change your project?

Deciding to check the project to make sure whoever hacked you didn’t mess it up you opened the file. Only to be met with your own work. “nothing’s different about this” you mumbled to yourself as you scrolled.

“NOTHING DIFFERENT? I have not worked on this for an hour, risking my exposure, just for her to think she did all of this herself!” Sehun looked at you through the webcam disapprovingly, barely dodging the ice-cube Minseok had scooped up from his empty soda cup.

You hummed, looking over the last two pages again. “well I sure as hell didn’t write that” you concluded as you looked over the pretentious usage of words. Somewhere in the two pages that hadn’t been added by you stood a picture of a model, one of the colours used was described as ‘blood orange’ even though it was obviously just red. You rolled your eyes, the content that the hacker had added was good but why would you call red ‘blood orange’ if you’re not just being pretentious?

“oh she did not just roll her eyes at me, I’m the one that rolls their eyes in this relationship” Sehun murmured to himself, wary of Minseok’s ice cold punishment for being too loud. “why would she eve-” he didn’t get to finish his sentence before you had started altering the piece of text he had written for you. “Why on earth would she call that red? is she colour blind, oh I am not having this”

He started furiously typing.

Your eyes widened as the word ‘red’ spontaneously changed back into ‘blood orange’. Was whoever was hacking you really bold enough to just hack your project back into what they made of it while you were fixing it? You stretched your hands in front of you, preparing, before starting to change it back, but before you had even typed the word your hacker had started typing again as well. This went on for a while, the both of you aggressively slamming your fingers on the keyboard trying to get the words to go your way, Before al of a sudden the both of you were typing on a new page and the words written weren’t just ‘red’ and ‘blood orange’ anymore. Instead the page just read.

“I’m with the FBI, stop changing it into ‘red’ it’s obviously blood orange”

Alrighty I’m ending this here so I can actually post something for once in my life. I have like 6 WIPs right now, which is a lot for me, and I’m very busy with school so I feel like if I don't post this part now it might take me a very long time before I can post this. I’m sorry for anyone who read that and expected it to be good.