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The Sunnytime Crew Show Kind Of Reminds Me Of A Live Action Show From The 00's Transported To The 80's
Seriously, I have seen a lot of live action types of shows and it feels like it would be more 2000ish.
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If people still remembered the show it probably could have had a revival in the 00's with a new cast and crew. And Zaira would have been of the preschoolers tuning in. And again I think this another reason why she takes to Jack because again emphasis on it reminding her of the shows she loved as a child and makes her feel comfortable. And again lets her not feel she has to be this grown woman who can't enjoy anything kiddy.
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Ghost Eater
Summary: You don't like exorcists. They don't much like you either.
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Youâd always thought big restaurants like the Brownie Industry only did well in small, midwestern towns like the one you came from. A year working in LA has taught you that, no matter where you go, people will always love garlic bread and sugar.
Itâs your day off which means youâre pulling a double shift. You havenât had time to wash your hair for the past two weeks so itâs frizzing out of your claw clip and flying wild around your face. The lighting is so dim that youâve tripped over two black purses already, luckily not while youâre running food. The big dining room sounds like an apiary with the tittering laughter of the later adult crowd thatâs filtered in from the theater across the four lane road. The main difference between the Brownie Industry here and the one back home is size. The ceiling soars overhead, supported by a series of concrete pillars separating the dining area into three sections.
Normally it would be three servers per section. Today, itâs just you in yours.
One more hour. Thatâs what the manager promised you. It might even be true if the host stand quits seating you after the table youâre approaching.
There are three people at the table. A woman whose hair might be light blonde or gray in the light of day, her eyes light and piercing. Her face is soft from age, emphasized by the tight, lace collar of her off-season sweater. She reminds you strongly of your momâs nemesis on the HOA board. The man couldnât be more out of place next to her despite their equivalent age. Heâs wearing a leather jacket â again, itâs not cold here â and a Norwegian metal shirt underneath. His hair is definitely white, so white it almost glows. Heâs frowning at the teenager across the table as if sheâs touched his motorcycle without permission.
The teenager might be the first youâve seen all night who doesnât have their phone out. Sheâs decked out in what you consider grandma florals â a t-shirt scattered with daisy chains, a bucket hat made out of nanaâs carpet bag, and a hand-crocheted scarf in pastel. You canât really see her face under the shadow of her hat and thereâs an odd, blurred quality to the way she fiddles with her napkin. You let your eyes skip past her and back to the two adults. Teenagers donât pay the bill.
âWelcome to Brownie Industry!â you chirp. Youâre sweaty and red but the faded yellow light hides that. Youâre a service industry pro so none of your exhaustion shows on your face when you ask, âIs this your first-time dining with us?â
If you werenât so burned out, youâd have noticed before you introduced yourself.
âAre you Grady?â the woman asks. Her voice is more posh than you expected even with her lace collar. âGrady Pace?â
Fuck. Thereâs a noticeable temperature differential now that youâre close to them. The restaurant is warm from the number of bodies, maybe even warmer than the summer air outside, but stepping up next to their table feels like walking into an ice rink.
âIâm your waitress,â you say. You donât have time for this conversation. Youâve got five minutes in your cycle to take their order and then youâve got food to run. âIf you need any other services from me, I have a website.â
âWe messaged you,â the man says. His lips thin to the point his thick mustache covers them entirely. âYou never responded.â
Because youâve been making more money at the Brownie Industry than your other job. âIâll take a look at it tonight.â
âWait,â the teenager says, sitting upright. She looks from you to the adults and back again. When she smiles, thereâs no humor in it. âThis is why we drove eight hours to have dinner at the Brownie Industry? For her?â
âKatie, be politeââ
âIâm sorry,â Katie says, âItâs justâI found a priest, you know? An actual exorcist priest and you guys want to trust a waitress over him?â
âUgh exorcists,â you say. The memory of sour cabbage is so heavy on your tongue that you stick your tongue out in disgust. When you see Katieâs look, you backtrack. âEffective! Definitely effective.â
âYour mistakes have cost us too much already,â the man says, shaking a finger at her. âWe are not converting just for an exorcism.â
âI normally donât agree with your father,â the woman tells Katie, âbut in this case I would like to leave conversion as a last resort.â
âWe wouldnât actually convert,â Katie says, rolling her eyes.
âPretty sure exorcists can tell when you lie,â you tell Katie. When her scowl deepens, you clear your throat. âDid you all need another minute to think about the menu?â
âWe need you to help us,â the dad says. He scrubs a hand over his face. âLook, I know youâre at work and Iâm sorry weâre bothering you.â
âWeâre desperate,â the mom says. She reaches for her purse. âWeâll pay you. Triple the rate on your website or even quadruple. We need that thing gone by tonight.â
Katie covers her face. âMom. Youâre embarrassing me. Terry isnât that bad.â
âOh, heâs bad, young lady,â the dad says sternly. âA bad influence.â
âWe caught her trying to perform another sĂ©ance yesterday,â the mom confesses to you. She leans forward with a pinched expression. âSo Terryâs friend Larry could visit too.â
âInteresting,â you say. The food bell rings, but you think you can ignore it for another minute. You study Katieâs blush. âWhy did you do that?â
If she was being compelled, she wonât have an answer to your question. Youâve dealt with a lot of ghosts in your time, but so few are sentient enough â or powerful enough â for compulsion.
âGo on,â the dad says, gesturing at you. âTell her.â
âLeroy, sheâs embarrassed enough,â the mom says.
âNo, sheâs not, Sarah.â The dad â Leroy â gestures to you again. âTell her.â
Katie huffs, clearly resistant. But when her dad huffs back, she caves. âSo,â she says, âI have this YouTube channelââ
âIâm off in an hour,â you interrupt. You donât care that youâre being rude. Your patience ran out as soon as she said YouTube. âIâll meet you in the parking lot.â You turn to go.
âA moment!â Sarah shakes out her menu. âHowâs the nicoise salad?â
Of course theyâre going to order. Theyâd better tip too if they want you to help them with their ghost problem.
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âYou said an hour,â mom Sarah says when you leave out the employee entrance. Sheâs shivering next to her daughter. Leroy is off smoking behind his motorcycle, parked next to the Tesla Katie is leaning on, but he stubs out his cigarette on the asphalt when you walk up. âItâs been two.â
âI had side work,â you say instead of it would have been one if not for you. You rub your bare arms when the familiar ghost chill washes over you. You want nothing more than to go home and wash the scent of garlic and brownie batter out of your hair. âWas there something wrong with my service?â
âNo?â
You try to make your voice light. âI see.â
Sarah frowns at your tone anyway. âWhy?â
âYou tipped five dollars.â
Katie jolts like a scalded cat. âMom!â
Leroy scrubs a hand over his face. âSarahâŠâ
âWhat?â Sarah throws up her hands. The parking lot lights catch on her Swarovski charm bracelet. âI tipped!â
âLike ten percent,â Katie says. She pulls her bucket hat over her eyes for a beat and then peeks at you from under it. âIâm so sorry. Itâs not you, sheâs always like this.â
âIt was actually a six percent tip,â you say. Youâre getting a clearer picture of this little family now. Itâs becoming more and more understandable why Katie might have started summoning ghosts. âIf you want to be precise.â
Leroy reaches for his back pocket. âLet me.â
Sarah swats at his hand. âWeâre about to pay her a lot more than that!â
âFor a completely separate job,â Leroy says. He pulls a twenty from his wallet and hands it to you with a grimace. âSorry, Grady, I shouldâve checked.â
âYou shouldâve paid if you cared so much,â Sarah retorts. She folds her arms over her chest. She taps her cheek and widens her eyes. âOh wait⊠you never pay.â
âSure,â Leroy says. This time itâs his turn to throw his hands in the air. âSure, Sarah. I donât pay for anything to do with our daughterâs private school or her dance classes or her health insuranceââ
âIf the court hadnât mandatedââ
âYou make twice as much as meâ"
âGuys!â Katie says loudly. Her mouth is a thin line of upset when she says, âArgue about what an expensive burden I am later when we donât have an audience, okay?â
Her parents speak at the same time.
âYouâre twisting my words,â Sarah says. âI never saidâ"
âSweetie, youâre not a burdenââ
âCan you just get this ghost out of me?â Katie asks you. She goes for nonchalance and falls short. âMy parents havenât been in the same room for the last five years for a reason.â She fakes whispering. âThey donât play nicely with others.â
Sarah bristles. âKatie.â
âGod, I know how that is,â you say. The whole interaction is giving you the worst case of sympathy for Katie. Before her parents can say anything else, you change the subject. âHow long have you been haunted?â
âSix months,â Katie says. She fiddles with her bucket hat so that you can see her eyes for the first time. Theyâre brown, like her dadâs, and have heavy bruises underneath. She shrugs. âThey only noticed a month ago though.â
âI noticed your behavior had changed,â Sarah defends. Like her daughter, she fidgets. She plays with her bracelet and clears her throat. âI thought it was a teenage thing.â
âWhat signs did you notice first?â you ask the parents. They glance at each other and then away.
âLetâs just say we noticed different things,â Leroy says dryly. He pulls out his phone.
âMoodiness,â Sarah says. She ticks them off on her fingers. âLaziness. Disrespect. Over-sleeping.â
âThose are just teenager things,â Katie says with an astounding level of self awareness. She shrugs. âIâm a senior now. Theyâre lucky it didnât start sooner.â
âI,â Leroy says, ânoticed this.â He turns his phone towards you.
âAh,â Sarah says, âYes. That.â
You examine the picture. Itâs of Katie on a small dirt bike. Sheâs wearing a helmet in the picture, but you recognize the fashion sense in the floral boots sheâs wearing. The scene behind her is of the hills, low scrub brush recognizable to someone whoâs lived in LA for the past five years. On the bike behind her is a smudge. It could be a cloud of dirt blown into frame or maybe a camera glitch. It could be if it werenât for the leering face emerging from the cloud right behind her head.
âI just want to say I did not agree to getting her a motorcycle,â Sarah says.
âMom, not the point,â Katie says.
âLook how close that creep is to my daughter,â Leroy says. He jabs a finger at Katieâs waist in the photo where you can see a ghostly hand. âI want him gone.â
âDad, he didnât mean anything by it!â Katie turns to you earnestly. âTerry never rode a bike before and I thought, like, what if he moved on after he got a chance to? It was a philanthropic effort!â
âPlant a tree if you want to be a philanthropist,â Leroy growls. âI want this guy away from my daughter.â
âHe doesnât mean any harm really,â Katie says. âHe would move on if he could! He says heâs stuck to me because of how I summoned him. Heâs like, really sorry. He even spelled out Sorry in the bathroom mirror once.â
âWhat,â Sarah says in a dangerous voice, âwas Terry doing in the bathroom with you, Katie?â
Katie splutters. âMom, donât be gross!â
The family descends into bickering. You have heard about ghosts being stuck to a person before, but usually thatâs when the person has some sort of psychic powers. Katieâs wearing crystal in her ears, but they arenât charged. She might develop some talent later in life, but right now sheâs a normal girl.
The parking lost is nearly empty now. You recognize a few employee cars, but very few customers. The kitchen will be cleaning for another half hour before theyâre ready to go home. The reality is that, if Terry is stuck, you might not be the best way to handle the situation. If heâs notâŠ
Well.
Itâs time to talk to Terry.
Opening your ghost sense is hard to describe. Some psychics liken it to a third eye, right in the middle of their forehead. Youâve always thought that sounded really cool like maybe the world gets cast in a blue hue when they do it and the dead appear like they do in movies. Youâve met other psychics who say itâs like a sixth sense. They know where the ghost is and itâs like they download all that information until their minds can just sort of conjure their image.
For you, itâs like letting your body remember it has a second mouth. Cats have an extra sensory organ on the roof of their mouth that lets them detect scents better. Your second mouth is a bit like that. You can still smell brownies and garlic and the city air of LA, but you can also smell/taste something else.
Something likeâŠpepper?
Your eyes water and you sneeze so viciously that your eyes close. When you open them again, four people are staring at you in surprise.
âGesundheit,â Leroy says.
âYou sneeze like Dad does,â Katie says.
âDid no one ever teach you to cover your mouth?â Sarah asks in disgust.
âI wish you wouldâve sneezed on her,â Terry says, nodding to Sarah. âSheâs such a bitch.â
âThank you for the commentary, everyone,â you say. You wipe your nose with the collar of your shirt as you consider Terry. Itâs dirty anyway. âTerry. Interesting name for a ghost.â
Terry hasnât noticed that you can see him yet. Heâs floating behind Katie, one arm casually flung over her shoulder. Itâs hard to place when he died based on his appearance alone. His hair is chin length, emphasizing the width of his jaw. Squire cuts have been popular for several decades and the bowling shirt heâs wearing could either be a modern fashion statement or a dated uniform. He looks to be in his mid-twenties, sun-kissed and with the air of someone who tells a lot of jokes at the expense of others. His arm around Katie strikes you as possessive, the glare he gives her parents venomous.
âI didnât name him,â Katie says. âHe said itâs short of Torrance.â
You blink. âWouldnât he be Torri then?â
âThatâs a girlâs name,â Katie and Terry say at the same time. Their cadence is so close that it actually sounds like Terryâs baritone comes out of Katieâs mouth. For a moment, his arm flickers, clipping into her shoulder like a bad animation. When it does, Terryâs form grows brighter, more solid. Then Katie shivers and heâs forced out of her.
You and Terry click your tongues at the same time.
You remember how Katieâs hands seemed to blur at the dinner table. Terryâs not just haunting Katie. Heâs trying to possess her. You wonder if thatâs why Katie looked up an exorcist rather than a simple spiritual cleansing. Did she know how much danger she was in?
âOkay,â you say. You tear your attention away from Katie and Terry for a moment. Business first. âSarah. Leroy. Who was it that found my site?â
âI did,â Sarah says. She raises her chin when you canât hide your surprise. âWhen Katie was looking up exorcistsââ
âShe didnât mean it,â Terry says. He pats Katieâs hat. âRight?â
ââI looked up alternative solutions,â Sarah says, not having heard Terry. Her confidence falters for a moment and she rubs her arm. âI have had some⊠negative experiences with exorcisms. I donât want my daughter to go through that.â
Katieâs head whips towards her mother. âWhat? I didnât know that.â
âIt was a long time ago,â Leroy says. For the first time, he reaches out and hugs Sarah with one arm. You donât know what surprises you more; Leroy hugging Sarah or Sarah leaning into his side. âWhen Sarah told me, we decided to put our differences aside. I vetted you through some of my contacts and they all agreed youâd be a safe bet.â
âI am,â you say. Youâre not bragging either. Youâre probably the safest bet in half the western states besides your older sister. âThere are someâŠpeculiarities in my method.â
âCharlatan,â Terry whispers in Katieâs ear. Heâs grinning now. âOnly charlatans are that confident. Look! She canât even see me!â
Katie looks doubtful.
Usually, youâd try to talk to Terry at this point. Sometimes spirits can be negotiated with. They can be encouraged to move on or to take on a less aggressive form of haunting. Those that are truly stuck can be helped with the right sort of ritual work. But the way Terryâs affecting Katieâs mood and that fucking arm around her shouldersâŠ
You donât really want to talk to Terry.
âWe can ask Terry to move on,â you tell the family.
âNooooooo,â Terry says and flips you off. âPass!â
âSometimes spirits donât realize how deeply theyâre affecting their hosts,â you say.
âYou donât even know how deep Iâm about to be,â Terry jeers at you.
âMany ghosts are confused when theyâre called to interact with the living,â you say. âIt can blur their understanding of death and, as a result, they cling to life. If they stick around long enough, their presence will affect the living like whatâs happening to Katie. Itâs not always malicious. It can be a symptom of that confusion.â
âKatie, tell her to piss off,â Terry hisses in the teenâs ear. âIâm not confused, Iâm bored.â His voice deepens. âTell her we donât need her help. Tell her weâre going home.â
Katie opens her mouth robotically. âThatâsâŠâ Her brow creases as she tries to figure out what she was going to say. âIt seems like we donât need help then. Terry will move on when heâs ready, like I thought.â
âWe arenât paying you for a ghost therapy session,â Sarah snaps. Itâs only because youâre really focusing that you can see the unease under her anger. Sheâs noticed something wrong with Katie. âKatie, Terry is going away today.â
âFuck you,â Terry says.
âFuck you,â Katie says.
Leroyâs head rears back. âKatie, you donât use that language with your mother!â
âFuck you too,â Katie and Terry say. The parking lot lights flicker.
âNo, fuck you, Terry,â you say, stepping between Katie and her parents. Leroy starts like heâs going to pull you out of the way, but he doesnât.
âTerry?â Leroy asks. He looks scared. âTerry said that? Is Terry possessing my daughter?â
âNot yet.â You eye Terryâs arm and the way his fingers are sinking into Katieâs arm.
âOh fuck,â Terry says. He doesnât look scared. Not yet. Instead, he grins. âYou can see me.â
âNot every ghost is malicious,â you tell the parents without taking your eyes off Terry. âBut some are.â
âIâm not malicious.â Terry runs a hand through his hair, still grinning. The parking lot lights flicker overhead again. âI care about Katie a lot.â
âTerryâs never hurt me,â Katie says.
You ignore her. Sheâs not even shaking Terry off now. Her gaze is dull on your face when you say, âI donât mean to sound like Iâm some sort of ghost therapist. However, itâs important to differentiate between malicious and non-malicious hauntings in my practice. My methods are unconventional and, if used indiscriminately, I can get in a lot of trouble.â
âWe wonât tell anyone,â Leroy says. He steps into your periphery. His gaze flicks from you to the spot youâre staring at over Katieâs shoulder. âWe want Terry gone.â
âNot a soul,â Sarah promises. She comes up on your other side. âPlease help our daughter.â
âTerry,â you say. Your second mouth is yawning wide somewhere in the back of your brain. The taste of pepper isnât as overwhelming now. âLast chance. Renounce your claim on Katieâs soul and slither back into whatever hole you came out of.â
âWeâre soulmates,â Terry says. He bares his teeth at you. âGo on, Charlatan. Call on your God to banish me. Iâve been around for decades and no exorcist has ever been able to put a scratch on me. And when they manage to push me out?â He laughs and the temperature drops another ten degrees. An unholy light flickers in his eyes. âI just come right back.â
âThen I guess I wonât feel guilty,â you say.
âGuilty?â Katie asks.
You walk forward two steps and grab Terryâs face. Terryâs skin is soft and jelly-like. His facial bones undulate like rubber under your grip. âHi, Terry.â
Now Terryâs afraid. âWhat the fuck, you can touchâ?â
âBye, Terry.â You drag him towards you. His fingers pop out of Katieâs arm with a wet sucking sound, and he claws at your wrist.
âWait! Waitwaitwaitwait--â
You eat Terry.
People come from all around to eat at the Brownie Industry. They love the density of the desserts and the heaps of garlic spread over home-baked (shipped frozen) rolls. Itâs a treat to know youâre always going to enjoy the meal even if youâre far from home or eating at the same location a hundred times. Itâs consistency, sugar and butter. An easy addiction to have.
Eating ghosts is like that for you. They fizz in your second mouth like champagne and melt like fudge. Itâs hard to describe and the ephemeral quality of it sends shivers down your spine. Somewhere Terry is screaming in anguish, maybe crying. You think that the family youâre helping is screaming something too, but the sensation of eating is so consuming you canât hear the words.
Terry is younger than other ghosts youâve eaten. He doesnât have the depth of flavor youâd once been addicted to back in Illinois. The best ghost youâve ever eaten had been like a six-course meal with all the centuries sheâd been carrying. In comparison, Terry is like a bag of pepper chips. Interesting, but gone in a moment. Still, he hits the spot.
When youâre done, you burp a purple cloud of ectoplasm into the still night air.
Leroy is the first to speak. His eyes are so wide you can see the whites all around them. âPay her, Sarah,â he says breathlessly. His hands shake as he reaches for Katie, steadying her on her feet. âNow.â
You smack your lips and graciously accept the wad of cash Sarah hands you. You raise your eyebrows. âThis is more than three times my rate.â
âConsider it a tip,â Sarah says. Sheâs more composed than Leroy, but still pale. She studies you. âThat wasâŠrevolting.â
âYou didnât have to watch,â you say. You put your money away and then perk up at a sudden thought. âHey, if you can, can you leave me a review on my site?â
âI thought you didnât want us to tell anyone?â
You wave your hand. âSecrets are bad for business. Besides, Terry deserved it. Iâm sure theyâll understand if you write that in your review.â
âTheyâŠ?â
You smile and donât answer.
The family donât ask many more questions after that. The parents promise to leave a review and Katie just stares at you as if concussed. You assure the parents that sheâll be back to normal as soon as the soul-shock wears off.Â
âAnd if it doesnât?â Sarah asks.
âMessage me,â you say.
âYou donât check your messages,â Leroy says.
âOh,â you say, patting your stomach, âIâll be checking them a lot more often now.â
Youâre hungry again.
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foreword: omg been so long since I wrote for greenwitch!reader sheâs baaaack. thx for reading if u do <3
cw: greenwitch!reader, R dresses very femme, referred to as âgirlfriendâ once
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Itâs the first sunny spring day in Hawkins, so when Eddieâs cursory call goes straight to your answering machine, heâs not worried. Wherever thereâs sun, youâre sure to be found- dozing on his front porch like a cat in the sun, making daisy chains with rings sparkling on your pretty fingers, anywhere but indoors.
He hums along mindlessly to the radio on his way over, plucking at the neck of his cut-off tank for airflow. Metalhead fashion is a killer during warm months; heâs already regretting the choice of black ripped jeans over more weather-appropriate shorts.
Your dadâs house is just off Cornwallis, nestled in a forested area, gravel service road for a driveway thatâs easy to miss. Eddie swings his van with a practiced wheel-flex, tires crunching down the lane when something catches his eye and he hits the brakes, hard.
Just off the gravel, sittinâ pretty in the dirt, is you- deep green tank top hugging your chest, bare feet poking out of a long patchwork skirt, gold and silver jewelry dripping from your ears, sliding around your neck and wrists, glinting in the sun.Â
Youâre a fucking vision. Eddie swears, softly, then throws the gear shift to park and pockets his keys.
At the sound of the van door closing, you look up from your spot sat on the ground, the little crinkle of focus between your brows smoothing out into a devastatingly radiant smile- for Eddie. All for him.
âHey! Was just thinkinâ about you!â
Eddieâs careful not to disturb the gardening tools spread out in haphazard array when he walks over, bending to his haunches for a kiss.Â
You taste like fragrant oil and sunshine. He gives you another for good measure, then pulls back, bracketing your face between his palms- âYou were thinkinâ about little olâ me?â
âAlways.â An honest grin for an honest answer. âI was making you a present and then wishing youâd show up, so itâs kind of like I manifested you. With my mind.â
âFreaky,â he replies, indulgent, giving you a forehead kiss then dropping to sit at your side. âGood thing I have a witch for a girlfriend, hm?â
âUh-huh. Good thing.âÂ
Heâs already lost your attention to the trowel youâre plunging in the dirt, churning up the earth, loamy smell filling the air. Used to chasing after your trains of thought, Eddie asks, âWhatcha doing?Â
âIn a minute.â The reply is kind but distracted, a sort of coded rhythm that Eddieâs good at breaking- I want to tell you but if I try to find the words, my focus will slip.
Your focus is a precious thing- especially when it comes to your craft. Unintentionally, youâve taught Eddie more about the virtues of shutting up and taking the world in these past few months than heâs ever cared to learn before.
After reaching past him for an open mason jar, you carefully shovel in about an inch of dirt, hold it up to the light for inspection, then repeat the same motion for the other nearby jar.Â
Eddie waits patiently, leaning back into his hands, watching you work. Itâs soothing, seeing you interact with the nature that runs through your veins; having been on the receiving end of many of your gifts, he wonders if itâs a spell jar. Or a planter. Or-
âTerrarium.â As if responding to Eddieâs internal questions, your full attention envelops him, suffocatingly, wonderfully close as you lean in. âWas gonna make it for you as a surprise, but now that youâre here⊠wanna make it with me?â
Eddieâs still reeling from the steadiness of your eyes on his, the soft slip of bare arm pressing against his own. With a slow, dazed head shake- âHold on. Give me a second.â
Your turn to be patient, jar of soil held at the space where your bodies are joined, paused, lashes sweeping with each curious blink.
Eddie blows out a breath, only half-joking as he says, âGoddamn. Really unfair. Thought you promised not to get prettier?â
Compliments only land with you half the time, so when a bashful smile pulls at the edges of your pretty mouth Eddie mentally fist pumps.
âI made no such promise.â The jar is thrust into his waiting hand, and you turn to pick up your own. âThis one can be for your windowsill, maybe in the kitchen? Itâs gotta have some light, but not too much. If Wayne likes it, maybe you can share-â
âNot sharing shit with that man,â Eddie says, grand in his petulance. âWayne can get his own jar of dirt.â
Your squint straightens him out. Eddie folds easy for you, always has.
âGotta find some moss,â you say, eyes still unerringly on Eddieâs, âThatâs the substrate layer. And then little plants, maybe some grass, whatever we can forage thatâs small enough to fit. Oh, and isopods, if we can find âem.â
âIso-what?â Eddie asked, alarmed, but youâre already standing, moving past the edge of the forest in search of terrarium treasures while he scrambles to catch up.
Thereâs an easy, graceful lilt to your movements when youâre outdoors, as if youâre meant to be there- moss reveals itself to you faster than Eddie wouldâve thought possible. One overturned rock later and your gleeful exclamation rings bright through the woods.
âSheet moss!â
âOh, sheet,â he jokes, lamely, but you laugh anyways.
A circular patch of moss gets pushed into the jars. Eddieâs fingers feel bulky and clumsy in comparison to your dexterous ones, but the praise you give him once the layer is settled makes it worth it.
He happily trails after you in search of more small greenery, listening to your lengthy explanations of each new addition, huffing in amazement when you come up with the scientific name for crabgrass.
âChrist, sweetheart.â He whistles low as soon as youâre done, reaching over to brush some sticky pine needles off your hip. âSo fuckinâ smart. Wouldâve killed to have you as my teacher back in the day, mightâve actually graduated on time.â
âI donât think Hawkins High has a botany program.â Your reply comes distracted, but this time itâs because Eddieâs hand has found a home on the strip of skin between your skirt and top.
He rubs a thumb into your bare hip, moss jar hanging loose from his other hand as he pulls you towards him. âYeah. Probably for the best. I think they frown on students who sleep with teachers. Couldnât keep my hands offâa you.â
Chin tilted to meet him halfway, you give him a real good kiss, lips soft and smooth over his, parted slightly until the thrill of your wet tongue presses into his eager one.
âGotta show you the best part.â When you pull back, sounding a little out of breath, you slip your hand into Eddieâs and lead the way to your original spot.
Two flat metal disks are procured from your pile of things; you hold one out for Eddie in your palm, explaining as he takes it- âMade this one special for you. It goes on top, like this-â you rotate the other disk until it slides into place over your jar. âLike a lid. But I had to make my own from scrap pieces âcuz the original mason lids didnât take the markings.â
Eddie flips the homemade lid over in his hands to find a five-pointed star hugged by a circle, raised and tamped by hand into the metal. He blinks up at you, in awe. âYou did this?â
âYeah, itâs-â you must misread his wonder because the words spill out like youâre nervous, fiddling with the sides of your jar like you donât want to see his expression anymore. âItâs a pentacle. Like from your Judas Priest poster? But this oneâs not upside-down like his, so I meant it more for protection and prosperity. Yâknow. To help keep your little world safe. And make it grow.â
Gently, a little unsure, you clink your jar against his in the sweetest cheers heâs ever seen.
Eddie swears again, achingly in love, then spins the lid tight over his new terrarium and grins at you. âIâm gonna marry you one day.â
Thereâs no room for a buffer as a smile nearly splits your face in two, giggling, delighted with his affection. âOver a jar of dirt? Man, canât wait to see what you promise me when I give you an even better gift.â
âIâve got some ideas.â His voice pitches low, taking the jar from your hand to join his on the ground so he can wrap you up in his arms, properly. âGonna have to come over a lot more and make sure Iâm keeping it alive. Think of all those tiny ocelots depending on you.â
âIsopods,â you correct in a whisper, letting Eddie nuzzle into the crown of your hair, warm and smelling faintly of your bergamot shampoo. âAnd it only needs to be watered like, once a month, but Iâll come over way more than that.â
âYou better.â Eddie puts on his best threatening tone. âI get crazier every hour weâre apart. Swear.â
He feels the curl of your smile against his sternum, and you let him hold you and sway in the afternoon sun.Â
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x greenwitch!reader#greenwitch!reader#greenwitch#eddie munson x you
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I'm touring my new, nationally bestselling novel The Bezzle! Catch me in CHICAGO (Apr 17), Torino (Apr 21) Marin County (Apr 27), Winnipeg (May 2), Calgary (May 3), Vancouver (May 4), and beyond!
Welcome to the seventeenth Pluralistic linkdump, a collection of all the miscellany that didn't make it into the week's newsletter, cunningly wrought together in a single edition that ranges from the first ISP to AI nonsense to labor organizing victories to the obituary of a brilliant scientist you should know a lot more about! Here's the other 16 dumps:
https://pluralistic.net/tag/linkdump/
If you're reading this (and you are!), it was delivered to you by an internet service provider. Today, the ISP industry is calcified, controlled by a handful of telcos and cable companies. But the idea of an "ISP" didn't come out of a giant telecommunications firm â it was created, in living memory, by excellent nerds who are still around.
Depending on how you reckon, The Little Garden was either the first or the second ISP in America. It was named after a Palo Alto Chinese restaurant frequented by its founders. To get a sense of that founding, read these excellent recollections by Tom Jennings, whose contributions include the seminal zine Homocore, the seminal networking protocol Fidonet, and the seminal third-party PC ROM, whence came Dell, Gateway, Compaq, and every other "PC clone" company.
The first installment describes how an informal co-op to network a few friends turned into a business almost by accident, with thousands of dollars flowing in and out of Jennings' bank account:
https://www.sensitiveresearch.com/Archive/TLG/TLG.html
And it describes how that ISP set a standard for neutrality, boldly declaring that "TLGnet exercises no control whatsoever over the content of the information." They introduced an idea of radical transparency, documenting their router configurations and other technical details and making them available to the public. They hired unskilled punk and queer kids from their communities and trained them to operate the network equipment they'd invented, customized or improvised.
In part two, Jennings talks about the evolution of TLG's radical business-plan: to offer unrestricted service, encouraging their customers to resell that service to people in their communities, having no lock-in, unbundling extra services including installation charges â the whole anti-enshittification enchilada:
https://www.sensitiveresearch.com/Archive/TLG/
I love Jennings and his work. I even gave him a little cameo in Picks and Shovels, the third Martin Hench novel, which will be out next winter. He's as lyrical a writer about technology as you could ask for, and he's also a brilliant engineer and thinker.
The Little Garden's founders and early power-users have all fleshed out Jennings' account of the birth of ISPs. Writing on his blog, David "DSHR" Rosenthal rounds up other histories from the likes of EFF co-founder John Gilmore and Tim Pozar:
https://blog.dshr.org/2024/04/the-little-garden.html
Rosenthal describes some of the more exotic shenanigans TLG got up to in order to do end-runs around the Bell system's onerous policies, hacking in the purest sense of the word, for example, by daisy-chaining together modems in regions with free local calling and then making "permanent local calls," with the modems staying online 24/7.
Enshittification came to the ISP business early and hit it hard. The cartel that controls your access to the internet today is a billion light-years away from the principled technologists who invented the industry with an ethos of care, access and fairness. Today's ISPs are bitterly opposed to Net Neutrality, the straightforward proposition that if you request some data, your ISP should send it to you as quickly and reliably as it can.
Instead, ISPs want to offer "slow-lanes" where they will relegate the whole internet, except for those companies that bribe the ISP to be delivered at normal speed. ISPs have a laughably transparent way of describing this: they say that they're allowing services to pay for "fast lanes" with priority access. This is the same as the giant grocery store that charges you extra unless you surrender your privacy with a "loyalty card" â and then says that they're offering a "discount" for loyal customers, rather than charging a premium to customers who don't want to be spied on.
The American business lobby loves this arrangement, and hates Net Neutrality. Having monopolized every sector of our economy, they are extremely fond of "winner take all" dynamics, and that's what a non-neutral ISP delivers: the biggest services with the deepest pockets get the most reliable delivery, which means that smaller services don't just have to be better than the big guys, they also have to be able to outbid them for "priority carriage."
If everything you get from your ISP is slow and janky, except for the dominant services, then the dominant services can skimp on quality and pocket the difference. That's the goal of every monopolist â not just to be too big to fail, but also too big to care.
Under the Trump administration, FCC chair Ajit Pai dismantled the Net Neutrality rule, colluding with American big business to rig the process. They accepted millions of obviously fake anti-Net Neutrality comments (one million identical comments from @pornhub.com addresses, comments from dead people, comments from sitting US Senators who support Net Neutrality) and declared open season on American internet users:
https://ag.ny.gov/press-release/2021/attorney-general-james-issues-report-detailing-millions-fake-comments-revealing
Now, Biden's FCC is set to reinstate Net Neutrality â but with a "compromise" that will make mobile internet (which nearly all of use sometimes, and the poorest of us are reliant on) a swamp of anticompetitive practices:
https://cyberlaw.stanford.edu/blog/2024/04/harmful-5g-fast-lanes-are-coming-fcc-needs-stop-them
Under the proposed rule, mobile carriers will be able to put traffic to and from apps in the slow lane, and then extort bribes from preferred apps for normal speed and delivery. They'll rely on parts of the 5G standard to pull off this trick.
The ISP cartel and the FCC insist that this is fine because web traffic won't be degraded, but of course, every service is hellbent on pushing you into using apps instead of the web. That's because the web is an open platform, which means you can install ad- and privacy-blockers. More than half of web users have installed a blocker, making it the largest boycott in human history:
https://doc.searls.com/2023/11/11/how-is-the-worlds-biggest-boycott-doing/
But reverse-engineering and modding an app is a legal minefield. Just removing the encryption from an app can trigger criminal penalties under Section 1201 of the DMCA, carrying a five-year prison sentence and a $500k fine. An app is just a web-page skinned in enough IP that it's a felony to mod it.
Apps are enshittification's vanguard, and the fact that the FCC has found a way to make them even worse is perversely impressive. They're voting on this on April 25, and they have until April 24 to fix this. They should. They really should:
https://docs.fcc.gov/public/attachments/DOC-401676A1.pdf
In a just world, cheating ripoff ISPs would the top tech policy story. The operational practices of ISPs effect every single one us. We literally can't talk about tech policy without ISPs in the middle. But Net Neutrality is an also-ran in tech policy discourse, while AI â ugh ugh ugh â is the thing none of us can shut up about.
This, despite the fact that the most consequential AI applications sum up to serving as a kind of moral crumple-zone for shitty business practices. The point of AI isn't to replace customer service and other low-paid workers who have taken to demanding higher wages and better conditions â it's to fire those workers and replace them with chatbots that can't do their jobs. An AI salesdroid can't sell your boss a bot that can replace you, but they don't need to. They only have to convince your boss that the bot can do your job, even if it can't.
SF writer Karl Schroeder is one of the rare sf practitioners who grapples seriously with the future, a "strategic foresight" guy who somehow skirts the bullshit that is the field's hallmark:
https://pluralistic.net/2024/03/07/the-gernsback-continuum/#wheres-my-jetpack
Writing on his blog, Schroeder describes the AI debates roiling the Association of Professional Futurists, and how it's sucking him into being an unwilling participant in the AI hype cycle:
https://kschroeder.substack.com/p/dragged-into-the-ai-hype-cycle
Schroeder's piece is a thoughtful meditation on the relationship of SF's thought-experiments and parables about AI to the promises of AI hucksters, who promise that a) "general artificial intelligence" is just around the corner and that b) it will be worth trillions of dollars.
Schroeder â like other sf writers including Ted Chiang and Charlie Stross (and me) â comes to the conclusion that AI panic isn't about AI, it's about power. The artificial life-form devouring the planet and murdering our species is the limited liability corporation, and its substrate isn't silicon, it's us, human bodies:
Whatâs lying underneath all our anxieties about AGI is an anxiety that has nothing to do with Artificial Intelligence. Instead, itâs a manifestation of our growing awareness that our world is being stolen from under us. Last yearâs estimate put the amount of wealth currently being transferred from the people who made it to an idle billionaire class at $5.2 trillion. Artificial General Intelligence whose environment is the server farms and sweatshops of this class is frightening only because of its capacity to accelerate this greatest of all heists.
After all, the business-case for AI is so very thin that the industry can only survive on a torrent of hype and nonsense â like claims that Amazon's "Grab and Go" stores used "AI" to monitor shoppers and automatically bill them for their purchases. In reality, the stores used thousands of low-paid Indian workers to monitor cameras and manually charge your card. This happens so often that Indian technologists joke that "AI" stands for "absent Indians":
https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/29/pay-no-attention/#to-the-little-man-behind-the-curtain
Isn't it funny how all the really promising AI applications are in domains that most of us aren't qualified to assess? Like the claim that Google's AI was producing millions of novel materials that will shortly revolutionize all forms of production, from construction to electronics to medical implants:
https://deepmind.google/discover/blog/millions-of-new-materials-discovered-with-deep-learning/
That's what Google's press-release claimed, anyway. But when two groups of experts actually pulled a representative sample of these "new materials" from the Deep Mind database, they found that none of these materials qualified as "credible, useful and novel":
https://pubs.acs.org/doi/10.1021/acs.chemmater.4c00643
Writing about the researchers' findings for 404 Media, Jason Koebler cites Berkeley researchers who concluded that "no new materials have been discovered":
https://www.404media.co/google-says-it-discovered-millions-of-new-materials-with-ai-human-researchers/
The researchers say that AI data-mining for new materials is promising, but falls well short of Google's claim to be so transformative that it constitutes the "equivalent to nearly 800 yearsâ worth of knowledge" and "an order-of-magnitude expansion in stable materials known to humanity."
AI hype keeps the bubble inflating, and for so long as it keeps blowing up, all those investors who've sunk their money into AI can tell themselves that they're rich. This is the essence of "a bezzle": "The magic interval when a confidence trickster knows he has the money he has appropriated but the victim does not yet understand that he has lost it":
https://pluralistic.net/2023/03/09/autocomplete-worshippers/#the-real-ai-was-the-corporations-that-we-fought-along-the-way
Among the best debezzlers of AI are the Princeton Center for Information Technology Policy's Arvind Narayanan and Sayash Kapoor, who edit the "AI Snake Oil" blog. Now, they've sold a book with the same title:
https://www.aisnakeoil.com/p/ai-snake-oil-is-now-available-to
Obviously, books move a lot more slowly than blogs, and so Narayanan and Kapoor say their book will focus on the timeless elements of identifying and understanding AI snake oil:
In the book, we explain the crucial differences between types of AI, why people, companies, and governments are falling for AI snake oil, why AI canât fix social media, and why we should be far more worried about what people will do with AI than about anything AI will do on its own. While generative AI is what drives press, predictive AI used in criminal justice, finance, healthcare, and other domains remains far more consequential in peopleâs lives. We discuss in depth how predictive AI can go wrong. We also warn of the dangers of a world where AI continues to be controlled by largely unaccountable big tech companies.
The book's out in September and it's up for pre-order now:
https://bookshop.org/p/books/ai-snake-oil-what-artificial-intelligence-can-do-what-it-can-t-and-how-to-tell-the-difference-arvind-narayanan/21324674
One of the weirder and worst side-effects of the AI hype bubble is that it has revived the belief that it's somehow possible for giant platforms to monitor all their users' speech and remove "harmful" speech. We've tried this for years, and when humans do it, it always ends with disfavored groups being censored, while dedicated trolls, harassers and monsters evade punishment:
https://pluralistic.net/2022/08/07/como-is-infosec/
AI hype has led policy-makers to believe that we can deputize online services to spy on all their customers and block the bad ones without falling into this trap. Canada is on the verge of adopting Bill C-63, a "harmful content" regulation modeled on examples from the UK and Australia.
Writing on his blog, Canadian lawyer/activist/journalist Dimitri Lascaris describes the dire speech implications for C-63:
https://dimitrilascaris.org/2024/04/08/trudeaus-online-harms-bill-threatens-free-speech/
It's an excellent legal breakdown of the bill's provisions, but also a excellent analysis of how those provisions are likely to play out in the lives of Canadians, especially those advocating against genocide and taking other positions the that oppose the agenda of the government of the day.
Even if you like the Trudeau government and its policies, these powers will accrue to every Canadian government, including the presumptive (and inevitably, totally unhinged) near-future Conservative majority government of Pierre Poilievre.
It's been ten years since Martin Gilens and Benjamin I Page published their paper that concluded that governments make policies that are popular among elites, no matter how unpopular they are among the public:
https://www.cambridge.org/core/journals/perspectives-on-politics/article/testing-theories-of-american-politics-elites-interest-groups-and-average-citizens/62327F513959D0A304D4893B382B992B
Now, this is obviously depressing, but when you see it in action, it's kind of wild. The Biden administration has declared war on junk fees, from "resort fees" charged by hotels to the dozens of line-items added to your plane ticket, rental car, or even your rent check. In response, Republican politicians are climbing to their rear haunches and, using their actual human mouths, defending junk fees:
https://prospect.org/politics/2024-04-12-republicans-objectively-pro-junk-fee/
Congressional Republicans are hell-bent on destroying the Consumer Finance Protection Bureau's $8 cap on credit-card late-fees. Trump's presumptive running-mate Tim Scott is making this a campaign plank: "Vote for me and I will protect your credit-card company's right to screw you on fees!" He boasts about the lobbyists who asked him to take this position: champions of the public interest from the Consumer Bankers Association to the US Chamber of Commerce.
Banks stand to lose $10b/year from this rule (which means Americans stand to gain $10b/year from this rule). What's more, Scott's attempt to kill the rule is doomed to fail â there's just no procedural way it will fly. As David Dayen writes, "Not only does this vote put Republicans on the spot over junk fees, itâs a doomed vote, completely initiated by their own possible VP nominee."
This is an hilarious own-goal, one that only brings attention to a largely ignored â but extremely good â aspect of the Biden administration. As Adam Green of Bold Progressives told Dayen, "Whatâs been missing is opponents smoking themselves out and raising the volume of this fight so the public knows who is on their side."
The CFPB is a major bright spot in the Biden administration's record. They're doing all kind of innovative things, like making it easy for you to figure out which bank will give you the best deal and then letting you transfer your account and all its associated data, records and payments with a single click:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/21/let-my-dollars-go/#personal-financial-data-rights
And now, CFPB chair Rohit Chopra has given a speech laying out the agency's plan to outlaw data-brokers:
https://www.consumerfinance.gov/about-us/newsroom/prepared-remarks-of-cfpb-director-rohit-chopra-at-the-white-house-on-data-protection-and-national-security/
Yes, this is some good news! There is, in fact, good news in the world, bright spots amidst all the misery and terror. One of those bright spots? Labor.
Unions are back, baby. Not only do the vast majority of Americans favor unions, not only are new shops being unionized at rates not seen in generations, but also the largest unions are undergoing revolutions, with control being wrestled away from corrupt union bosses and given to the rank-and-file.
Many of us have heard about the high-profile victories to take back the UAW and Teamsters, but I hadn't heard about the internal struggles at the United Food and Commercial Workers, not until I read Hamilton Nolan's gripping account for In These Times:
https://inthesetimes.com/article/revolt-aisle-5-ufcw-grocery-workers-union
Nolan profiles Faye Guenther, president of UFCW Local 3000 and her successful and effective fight to bring a militant spirit back to the union, which represents a million grocery workers. Nolan describes the fight as "every bit as dramatic as any episode of Game of Thrones," and he's not wrong. This is an inspiring tale of working people taking power away from scumbag monopoly bosses and sellout fatcat leaders â and, in so doing, creating a institution that gets better wages, better working conditions, and a better economy, by helping to block giant grocery mergers like Kroger/Albertsons.
I like to end these linkdumps on an up note, so it feels weird to be closing out with an obituary, but I'd argue that any celebration of the long life and many accomplishments of my friend and mentor Anne Innis Dagg is an "up note."
I last wrote about Anne in 2020, on the release of a documentary about her work, "The Woman Who Loved Giraffes":
https://pluralistic.net/2020/02/19/pluralist-19-feb-2020/#annedagg
As you might have guessed from the title of that doc, Anne was a biologist. She was the first woman scientist to do field-work on giraffes, and that work was so brilliant and fascinating that it kicked off the modern field of giraffology, which remains a woman-dominated specialty thanks to her tireless mentoring and support for the scientists that followed her.
Anne was also the world's most fearsome slayer of junk-science "evolutionary psychology," in which "scientists" invent unfalsifiable just-so stories that prove that some odious human characteristic is actually "natural" because it can be found somewhere in the animal kingdom (i.e., "Darling, please, it's not my fault that I'm fucking my grad students, it's the bonobos!").
Anne wrote a classic â and sadly out of print â book about this that I absolutely adore, not least for having one of the best titles I've ever encountered: "Love of Shopping" Is Not a Gene:
https://memex.craphound.com/2009/11/04/love-of-shopping-is-not-a-gene-exposing-junk-science-and-ideology-in-darwinian-psychology/
Anne was my advisor at the University of Waterloo, an institution that denied her tenure for fifty years, despite a brilliant academic career that rivaled that of her storied father, Harold Innis ("the thinking person's Marshall McLuhan"). The fact that Waterloo never recognized Anne is doubly shameful when you consider that she was awarded the Order of Canada:
https://nationalpost.com/news/canada/queen-of-giraffes-among-new-order-of-canada-recipients-with-global-influence
Anne lived a brilliant live, struggling through adversity, never compromising on her principles, inspiring a vast number of students and colleagues. She lived to ninety one, and died earlier this month. Her ashes will be spread "on the breeding grounds of her beloved giraffes" in South Africa this summer:
https://obituaries.therecord.com/obituary/anne-innis-dagg-1089534658
If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:
https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/13/goulash/#material-misstatement
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I was tagged by @ivashkovadrian tysm đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶ (sorry this took so long i am the worst)
Shuffle your ON REPEAT playlist and list the first 10 songs and tag 10 people.
nelsonwood lane - matt maeson (the last minute and a half of this song are just like transcendent his songwriting is honestly so good. he played this when i saw him live and i lost my mind)
paint my bedroom black - holly humberstone (ive only just got round to properly listening to her album but yeah she just gets it fr)
so hot you're hurting my feelings - caroline polachek (forever and always on my on repeat playlist it such a banger she didnt have to go that hard but she did that for US)
bad decisions - bastille (once again always on the playlist. i told my colleague that doom days was the best album ever written and i stand by that <3)
the song - maisie peters (I COULD BE LITERALLY PERFECT LIKE ACTUALLY LITERALLY PERFECT. real)
the driver - bastille (i was on a weird mission for this song to make it into my wrapped in the last like week of the data collection cause its literally so underrated and i always forget about it lol like the beat the guitars the harmonies he does at the end the literary references BRo)
daisy chain - pixey, tayo sound (idk its just so bouncy and fun i love it lol)
sex tape - hippo campus (unironically the best song ever written idk what to tell you)
stay for something - cmat (ok so the thing about me is that im always going through something)
...ready for it? - taylor swift (i love this song like im pretty sure its bad and none of the lyrics make sense but it is fun and its one that i keep having to repeat cause there's like one bar i love and then i have to relisten to the whole thing to hear it again)
im tagging @strange-wafflez @luminous-faerie @graveyard-for-stars @iressails @lmillers @amarimeta @cozcat @lordbelacqua @willsilvertongue @aleatoryw and anyone else who wants to do it mwah
#personal#idk if most of these are actually on repeat ive not really listened to a ton of stuff over and over recently so there are some wild cards#like there is a load of bleachers in the playlist atm whats that about bestie anyway
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ౚৠËâ name: cheri thundersâĄ
DNI criteria - minors, TERFS, SWERFS, republicans, facists/pro facists, zionists, trump suporters, johnny depp stans, billy hargrove antis, nancy wheeler antis, toxic eddie munson stans, pro ED girlies, fatphobic girlies, homophobes, sexists, racists, bigots, emma roberts stans, extreme woke puritans, toxic swifties, toxic livies, toxic chappell roan stans, etc..
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â°â†[IDOLS] - daria morgendorffer. billie joe armstrong. buttercup. marianne faithfull. makoto kino. mark lanegan. marilyn monroe. claudia cardinale. jane birkin. nellie laroy. jane fonda. saphire and polexia from almost famous. nicki minaj. kat stratford. karen sirko. elaine parks. nancy downs. fiona gallagher. og disney princess belle. kim kelly. william miller. anita pallenberg. clair standish. john bender. nancy thompson. blair waldorf. samantha jones. disney's rapunzel. bebe buell. heather holloway. billy hargrove. brian slade. kurt wilde. maxine minx. elton john. mick jagger. andrew wood. scott weiland.
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â°â†[SOCIAL MEDIA] - instagram and discord, i'm as slowthunders too!
â°â†[ARTISTS/BANDS] - alice in chains. britney spears. green day. roxy music. alanis morissette. the rolling stones. lana del rey. soundgarden. pink floyd. marianne faithfull. sabrina carpenter. prince. hole. stone temple pillots. inxs. black sabbath. divinyls. the velvet underground. avril lavigne. lou reed. nine inch nails. the stooges. mc5. elvis presley. the clash. lady gaga. the smiths. television. mother love bone. the dandy warhols. dolly parton. bobbie gentry. mark lanegan. cky. whitney houston. blink-182. korn. the risin' sun. cheap trick. the who. combo musical los caquis. the moody blues. led zeppelin. sly and the family stone. mandy moore. nelly furtado. deftones. amy winehouse. blur. sublime. the cult. jimi hendrix. oasis. marc bolan. pearl jam. mariah carey. kylie minogue. robbie williams. audioslave. roxette. faith no more. janis joplin. nancy sinatra. the allman brothers band. gram parsons. johnny cash. waylon jennings. lil 'kim. bob dylan. beyoncĂ©. mad season. pearl jam. fleetwood mac. the doors. ratt. charli xcx. mitski. pantera. joni mitchell.
â°â†[FILMS] - moulin rouge!. the love witch. x. singles. say anything. the bling ring. beauty and the beast. beauty and the beast: an enchanted christmas. scream. home alone. babylon. performance. daisies. the secret garden. tangled. ten things i hate about you. my scene jammin' in jamaica. the lost boys. the craft. mean girls. casino. don't look now. paris, texas. walk the line. a nightmare on elm street. maxxxine. the breakfast club. trainspotting. almost famous. rocketman. the rocky horror picture show. practical magic. barbie. bram stoker's dracula. the exorcist. the panic in needle park. goodfellas. the shinning. once upon a time in hollywood. texas chainsaw massacre
â°â†[COMFORT PALS] - hello kitty, spottie dottie. keroppi. pochaco. minnie mouse. psyduck. eevee. bulbasaur. winnie the pooh. eeyore
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Hiya! Messaging to request some fc suggestions please? Needing help finding an fc for my character who will is very southern gothic, Ethel chain's Preacher's Daughter album, bones & all and southern blues inspired, I imagine her as dark haired and between ages of 25 to mid 30s - all ethnicities/races/genders come but if you don't mind me specifying , can I ask for only actors to be listed please? Aka no influences, singers or models etc - thank you so so much in advance!!!
Southern gothic, Ethel cain fc request here again sorry!! Forgot to add but if you don't mind me adding - also ideally someone who gives off messy/haphazard vibes please?? Kinda like they're obviously on the road a lot so have a permanent grease vibe?? So sorry if that's too specific and apologies again for adding this bug again tysm in advance!!!
Annabelle Wallis (1983) - Malignant.
Diane Guerrero (1986) Colombian - Doom Patrol.
Jodi Balfour (1987) - Quarry.
Courtney Bandeko (1988) Nigerian - Legacies.
Ritu Arya (1988) Indian - Lady Parts, Polite Society.
Nadia Hilker (1988) Tunisian / German - in The Walking Dead.
Nico Tortorella (1988) - is genderfluid, poly, pansexual and demisexual (any pronouns) - Fear The Walking Dead.
Rob Raco (1989) - Riverdale.
Hannah John-Kamen (1989) Nigerian / Norwegian - Resident Evil.
Michael Vlamis (1990) 37.5% Lebanese 25% Greek 25% Serbian 12.5% English - Roswell: New Mexico.
Emory Cohen (1990) - Lords of Chaos.
Kiowa Gordon (1990) Hualapai, English, Scottish, Danish, Manx - Blood Quantum.
Sarah Kameela Impey (1991) Indo-Guyanese / British - iWe Are Lady Parts.
Vico Ortiz (1991) Puerto Rican - non-binary (they/them) - Our Flag Means Death.
Joe Keery (1992) - Stanger Things.
Kiana Madeira (1992) Portuguese / Irish, Unspecified First Nations, Black Canadian - Fear Street.
Hari Nef (1992) Ashkenazi Jewish - is trans - Assassin Nation.
Katerina Tannenbaum (1993) - Betty,
Joseph Quinn (1993) - Stranger Things.
Taylor Russell (1994) Black Canadian / European - Bones and All.
Han Sohee (1994) Korean - My Name.
Lily Sullivan (1994) - Evil Dead Rise.
Sophia Ali (1995) Pakistani / Sicilian Italian, Danish, Norwegian, German - Uncharted, The Wilds.
Sasha Lane (1995) African-American, MÄori, English, Scottish, Sorbian, French, Cornish, distant German, Italian, Belgian Flemish, Russian, and Northern Irish - is gay and has schizoaffective disorder - American Honey.
Adeline Rudolph (1995) Korean / German - Chilling Adventures of Sabrina.
Sarah Pidgeon (1996) - The Wilds.
Elliot Fletcher (1996) - is trans masc - Y: The Last Man.
Aria Shahghasemi (1996) Iranian - Legacies.
Archie Renaux (1997) English, Punjabi Indian.
Luka Sabbat (1997) Afro-Haitian, Irish, English, German.
Sydney Park (1997) African-American / Korean - Thereâs Someone Inside Your House.
Daisy Edgar-Jones (1998) - Where the Crawdads Sing.
Julia Dalavia (1998) Brazilian - Pantanal.
Felix Mallard (1998)
Hey anon! This ask was way harder than it should have been so I hope my followers give you more suggestions because I was struggling! Please keep in mind that some of these just give move around vibes.
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Oh, now see, I had replied to another version, yes, I fondly remember Windows XP... But then someone had to go and raise it to the Commodore 64 (LOAD "*" ,8 ,1), and of course, Windows 3.1 (I actually had 3.11, which was Windows for Workgroups; it had some other special bells and whistles designed for networking)
So if we're going down memory lane, at elementary school we had a slew of Apple IIc in the library, got our first IBM PCs when I was in the second grade (bridge machine with terminals daisy-chained off of that, bridge connected to the server over a token-ring network with absolutely shit physical connections; that thing was ALWAYS going down) running its own proprietary operating system. Middle school saw the advent of Windows 3.1 PCs. In high school we started to get our first PCs running Windows 95/98.
Home, we (and yeah, this is totally backwards), we got my grandpa's hand-me-downs. His department at Chrysler went from metal model molding to CAD, and they were planning on making him redundant; he demanded that they teach him the computer instead, and got one at home to practice on. And he kept his job, and he continued to be very good at it. Mad props to my grandpa Chuck! So that was their Commodore 64 with single disk drive, then their first PC, a Laser 386 (8 mhz turboed to 16!) running PC Geoworks Ensemble over DOS, the Packard Bell 486 (33mhz) with CD ROM drive, running Windows 3.11 over MS DOS 6.22, and the Packard Bell 486 DX (a shocking 66 mhz) running the same bundle. Upgraded those to Win '95, my other grandma then bought us a PC with Windows '98 off QVC, which eventually got upgraded to a bootleg copy of XP that was making the rounds... And by that point, I had castoffs from my friends, I was totally into computer building, so it was any variety of hardware that would run XP, until Vista, 7, and 10 (I've never, or have had extremely limited use of 2000, ME, 8, and 11).
Heh... I feel old now! đ„
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Poets Will Become Lovers
Map this confessional out in syllables
And rhyme scheme, I want to trace
Your physical geography and you
Can take your time lavishing physical graffitiâŠupon me
Iâll adorn you in daisy chain crowns
Plucked from garden lanes, we stroll
And weâll adore the tulip bouquets
On your nightstand, our feelings more fragrant now
Reading for pleasure, knowledge is both coin
And treasure, our same tastes in the literati
Hike the river bluffs and watch the wakes
Cleave upon sandbars, Iâm in your undertow, willingly
Us as in the confluence of you and I
The river delta belle and the lakeside ambler
How do courtship rituals proceed these days
From the written word to liplocks born of mirroring desire
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Symmetry, Symmetry when you read between the lines
Do you want to slow burn this one or do you want
Cascades of feeling to take us on currents
For every measure of lifeâs breadth and depth
Iâll await you in dreams, until now unrealized
But we could have it all, in this life, if we want
There are no dueling purposes, just the potential
To take verses and make them tangible as a kiss
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FEMMES
daisy sullivan , victoria pedretti , 25-28 , antique shop owner .
molly calhoun , cailee spaeny , 22-25 , veterinarian / cattle rancher at her grandparentsâ farm .
summer jenkins , 22-25, gracie abrams , cashier at a vintage book store / partial mechanic at her fatherâs self-operated auto mechanic shop .
francesca ' frankie ' boutros , christina nadin , 26-28 , nightclub dancer .
bridget 'bunny' salinger , sydney sweeney , 23-26 , sports bar waitress .
sloane abrams , odeya rush , 22-25 , beach lifeguard .
caroline gunn , madelyn cline , 22-24 , golf cart girl / skater .
bailey gibson , fivel stewart , 25-28 , personal trainer .
lilia kopovich , kristine froseth , 21-24 , ballerina , owner of a small online crochet business .
lucille cannon , camila morrone , 24-28 , daughter of a record label empire .
odessa grady , freya mavor , 25-29 , ex pageant queen , inherit to father's million dollar motel chain .
marley greer , josefine frida pettersen , 24-28 , sous chef turned gourmet cake decorator .
matilda wolffe , alice pagani , 24-27, host of horror movie ratings podcast , aspiring coroner , exiled preacher's daughter .
quinn rexby , scarlett leithold , 22-25 , bartender at a retro arcade bar .
josephine 'joey' perkins , taylor russell , 24-28 , cashier at vintage record shop , bassist in local band .
briar champion , kendall jenner , 25-29 , high profile nanny / sugar baby .
paige liang , havana rose liu , 23-26 , family law apprentice .
eleanor 'norah' shelby , halston sage , 24-28 , investigative journalist , daughter of a now deceased serial killer .
eden wallace , nicola peltz , 25-28 , tattoo artist .
charley ambrosio , madison beer , 22-24 , dallas cowboys cheerleader . (eh)
marin lester , barbara palvin , 26-29 , daughter of an infamous mob boss , assassin .
daphne lane , daisy edgar jones , 25-26 , neonatal surgeon .
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Friday Releases for October 6
Friday is the busiest day of the week for new releases, so we've decided to collect them all in one place. Friday Releases for October 6 include The Caine Mutiny Court-Martial, She Came to Me, Foe, and more.
The Caine Mutiny Court-Martial
The Caine Mutiny Court-Martial, the new movie from William Friedkin, is out today.
The Caine Mutiny Court-Martial follows a U.S. naval first officer whoâs standing trial for orchestrating a mutiny after his captain shows signs of becoming unhinged and jeopardizes the lives of his crew.
She Came to Me
She Came to Me, the new movie from Rebecca Miller, is out today.
A composer with an unfinished opera, a spiritually conflicted psychiatrist, a free-spirited tugboat captain collide on an unpredictable voyage into uncharted waters in writer-director Rebecca Millerâs enchanting romantic comedy.
Foe
Foe, the new movie from Garth Davis, is out today.
Hen & Junior farm a secluded piece of land that has been in Juniorâs family for generations, but their quiet life is thrown into turmoil when an uninvited stranger shows up at their door with a startling proposal. Starring Saoirse Ronan, Paul Mescal, and Aaron Pierre, Foeâs mesmerizing imagery and persistent questions about the nature of humanity (and artificial humanity) bring the not-too-distant future to luminous life.
Dicks: The Musical
Dicks: The Musical, the new movie from Larry Charles, is out today.
Two self-obsessed businessmen (writers Aaron Jackson & Josh Sharp) discover theyâre long-lost identical twins and come together to plot the reunion of their eccentric divorced parents, in this riotously funny and depraved musical from comedy icon Larry Charles (Seinfeld, Borat) also starring Megan Thee Stallion, Nathan Lane, Megan Mullally, and Bowen Yang as God.
Reptile
Reptile, the new movie from Grant Singer, is out today.
A mysterious murder. A hardened detective. A truth more dangerous than they could have ever imagined.
The Marsh Kingâs Daughter
The Marsh Kingâs Daughter, the new movie from Neil Burger, is out today.
In the tense thriller The Marsh Kingâs Daughter, a woman with a secret past will venture into the wilderness she left behind to confront the most dangerous man sheâs ever met: her father. In the film, Helenaâs (Daisy Ridley) seemingly ordinary life hides a dark and dangerous truth: her estranged father is the infamous Marsh King (Ben Mendelsohn), the man who kept her and her mother captive in the wilderness for years. When her father escapes from prison, Helena will need to confront her past. Knowing that he will hunt for her and her family, Helena must find the strength to face her demons and outmaneuver the man who taught her everything she knows about surviving in the wild.
Mercy Road
Mercy Road, the new movie from John Curran, is out today.
After committing an impulsive, vicious crime while searching for his missing daughter, a frantic father (Luke Bracey) goes on the run from law enforcement and soon begins receiving chilling calls from an unknown entity claiming to know her whereabouts. As he faithfully follows the callerâs increasingly unhinged instructions, he is driven perilously close to the edge of sanity while discovering exactly how far he is willing to go to save his child.
The Exorcist: Believer
The Exorcist: Believer, the new movie from David Gordon Green, is out today.
Since the death of his pregnant wife in a Haitian earthquake 12 years ago, Victor Fielding has raised their daughter, Angela, on his own. But when Angela and her friend Katherine, disappear in the woods, only to return three days later with no memory of what happened to them, it unleashes a chain of events that will force Victor to confront the nadir of evil and, in his terror and desperation, seek out the only person alive who has witnessed anything like it before: Chris MacNeil.
The Burial
The Burial, the new movie from Maggie Betts, is out today.
Inspired by true events, when a handshake deal goes sour, funeral home owner Jeremiah OâKeefe (Tommy Lee Jones) enlists charismatic, smooth-talking attorney Willie E. Gary (Jamie Foxx) to save his family business. Tempers flare and laughter ensues as the unlikely pair bond while exposing corporate corruption and racial injustice in this inspirational, triumphant story.
When Evil Lurks
When Evil Lurks, the new movie from DemiĂĄn Rugna, is out today.
The residents of a small rural town discover that a demon is about to be born among them. They desperately try to escape before the evil is born, but it may be too late.
Pet Sematary: Bloodlines
Pet Sematary: Bloodlines, the new movie from Lindsey Anderson Beer, is out today.
In 1969, a young Jud Crandall is set to leave his hometown of Ludlow, Maine in search of his lifeâs purpose. Before he makes it out, however, Jud and his childhood friends encounter an ancient evil that has gripped Ludlow since its founding.
Totally Killer
Totally Killer, the new movie from Nahnatchka Khan, is out today.
When the infamous "Sweet Sixteen Killer" returns 35 years after his first murder spree to claim another victim, 17-year-old Jamie (Kiernan Shipka) accidentally travels back in time to 1987, determined to stop the killer before he can start.
Monsters Of California
Monsters Of California, the new movie from Tom DeLonge, is out today.
After discovering research left behind by a missing government agent, Dallas Edwards and his misfit high school friends embark on a righteous and dangerous adventure to uncover a paranormal conspiracy in Southern California that brings them face-to-face with some of the governmentâs most guarded mysteries.
Ballerina
Ballerina, the new movie from Chung-Hyun Lee, is out today.
Grieving the loss of a best friend she couldnât protect, ex-bodyguard Ok-ju sets out to fulfill her dear friendâs last wish: sweet, sweet revenge.
Buck Alamo (or a Phantasmagorical Ballad)
Buck Alamo (or a Phantasmagorical Ballad), the new movie from Benjamin Epstein, is out today.
Buck Alamo (or a Phantasmagorical Ballad) is a dreamlike portrait of a modern-day musical outlaw as he duels with Death.
Fair Play
Fair Play, the new movie from Chloe Domont, is out today.
An unexpected promotion at a cutthroat hedge fund pushes a young coupleâs relationship to the brink, threatening to unravel far more than their recent engagement.
The Royal Hotel
The Royal Hotel, the new movie from Kitty Green, is out today.
Americans Hanna (Julia Garner) and Liv (Jessica Henwick) are best friends backpacking in Australia. After they run out of money, Liv, looking for an adventure, convinces Hanna to take a temporary live-in job behind the bar of a pub called âThe Roval Hotelâ in a remote Outback mining town. Bar owner Billy and a host of locals give the girls a riotous introduction to Down Under drinking culture but soon Hanna and Liv find themselves trapped in an unnerving situation that grows rapidly out of their control.
Detective Pikachu Returns
Detective Pikachu Returns, the new game from Nintendo, is out today.
Unravel a series of mysteries across Ryme City with a tough-talking, coffee-loving Pikachu and his human partner, Tim Goodman. When a jewel theft occurs, the case sets this great detective duo down a path filled with mystery. Why did Timâs father, Harry, go missing? What is causing the PokĂ©mon-related incidents around Ryme City? Answer these questions and more by searching for clues, investigating scenes, and using your case notebook to make deductions.
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[ad_1] At a lookSkilledâs Score ExecsLeverages two (U.2) to 8 (M.2) NVMe SSDs discretely or in RAIDRapid with the proper SSDs and setupSimple to improveA couple of drives in a single enclosure reduces cable litterSuperbly flexibleConsTool RAID makes use of CPU cyclesCalls for an non-compulsory 2d, $150 caddy to care for greater than 4 M.2 drives.SoftRAID motive force rendered our Home windows check mattress unbootablemacOS problems after SoftRAID motive force removingOur VerdictThis strong two-bay enclosure is solidly built, speedy, simply upgraded, and flexibleâpermitting you to configure interior drives any means you need by means of the integrated device. An effective way to scale back cable litter when using more than one exterior SSDs. The $300 Mercury Professional U.2 Twin is a Thunderbolt 3 garage field that includes two U.2 (a server/enterprise-level NVMe connector) bays. So as to add as much as the 8 M.2 SSDs touted by way of OWC, you must use a four-slot OWC Shuttle U.2 to M.2 caddy/adapter integrated within the field, after which purchase any other adapter ($150) to max out at 8 SSDs and 64GB. Or you'll be able to purchase it pre-populated from OWC. For 8 drives (quickest) pricing begins at $1,500 for 4TB, and ends at a whopping $12,799 for 64TB. Yup, 8GB SSDs are dear. Word that operating reflected RAID 1 or reflected/striped RAID 1+0 will halve to be had capability. Regardless, the naked field means that you can improve at your recreational and wish, and the integrated SoftRAID XT device means that you can create RAID 0/1/1+0 arrays with any mixture of drives. The SSDs can also be accessed as separate entities, i.e., discrete drives. OWCâs Mercury Professional U.2 Twin can clear up your direct-attached garage wishes, and provides extraordinarily flexible configuration of the drives inside of. The black steel field that's the U.2 Twin measures round 9.25 inches lengthy, 5.75 inches tall (together with rubber toes), and three.35 inches broad. The entrance is composed of porous grills to facilitate airflow in the course of the two bays, with a cast strip of steel up the center that comprises the backlit brand and two task lighting fixtures. The again is house to 2 Thunderbolt 3 ports (Sort-C, one for daisy-chaining), a Kensington lock port, the 12-volt DC jack, and the opening grill for the fan. To get admission to the interior U.2 bays, you merely take away the 2 Philips screws from the panel, most sensible and backside heart. The 2 WD 960GB 2.5-inch U.2 drives that OWC integrated in our check unit have been secured by way of a unmarried screw, although there are 4 holes for three.5-inch drives and the caddies. The again of the sturdily constructed Mercury Professional U.2 Twin is house to 2 Thunderbolt 3 ports so you'll be able to daisy chain your different T3 peripherals. The Commute caddies are pricey however solidly constructed and as discussed, function 4 M.2 slots. The detachable most sensible of a Commute serves as a beefy warmth sink thatâs secured by means of 4 screws. Thereâs a pleasant slab of thermal touch subject matter at the inside the warmth sink, so that youâll most probably need to press down somewhat onerous directly to align the holes for the screws. Word that the caddies comprises a PCIe transfer. Some PCs with restricted PCIe sources (lanes) won't have the ability to accommodate them. Each iMacs (2015/i7 and M1), in addition to the older a Core i7-5820K/Asus X99 Deluxe (circa 2015) testbed treated them simply high quality. OWCâs all-metal U.2 Commute M.2 caddy is terribly rugged and sheds warmth smartly. The Mercury Professional U.2 Twin is warrantied for a unmarried yr and any drives integrated within the populated variations for 3 years. Efficiency On our M1 iMac operating macOS Large Sur, the Mercury Professional U.2 Twinâs efficiency various considerably relying on what drives have been put in. With the 2 960GB WD Ultrastar DC SN630 U.2 SSDs OWC bundled, sustained switch charges, as proven under, approached 2TB consistent with 2d in each instructions.
This used to be the usage of Apple RAID. With a unmarried M.2 NVMe SSD, this dropped to round 1300MBps in both course. Any some of the M.2 NVMe SSDs we used is able to saturating the Thunderbolt 3 bus to the purpose of just about 3GBps transfers, given a quick sufficient enclosure. Iâm guessing thereâs a penalty imposed by way of the PCIe transfer at the caddies. Nonetheless, this promised excellent issues ins next checks, then again⊠Apple RAID (device) with two M.2 NVMe drives within the caddies (striped/RAID 0), slowed considerably to 636MBps writing and 735MBps writing. Ahem. Donât use Apple RAID with M.2 drives on this field except you donât care such a lot about velocity. OWCâs SoftRAID with two M.2 NVMe drives used to be a ways quicker than Apple RAID writing, although studying nonetheless lagged smartly at the back of what a unmarried pressure delivered. Word that SoftRAID calls for a kernel extension and your permission within the Apple safety startup software to put in it. It used to be simplest after I reached 4 drives in RAID 0 that the unit crowned 2GBps. Now not as speedy as was hoping, however masses speedy sufficient. Expanding to seven drives simplest bumped up the write velocity to two.2GBps so we unnoticed that display screen cap. OWC equipped a 2d U.2 Commute (caddy/service/go back and forth) so I may just check with the total 8 M.2 NVMe SSDs. Whilst the switch speeds werenât all that Iâd was hoping for, the U.2 twin remains to be simply speedy sufficient for its supposed function. I additionally attempted the usage of person drives besides to change running techniques, any other at hand (very, in my case) use for the U.2 Twin and Commute caddies. SoftRAID means that you can mix the SSDs throughout the U.2 Twin any means you want, which, as famous, makes it outstandingly flexible. Then again, I did run into some problems. After uninstalling the SoftRAID motive force from the M1 iMac check mattress, no longer the entire 8 drives throughout the U.2 Twin have been enumerated in Disk Application, or for that topic, on another laptop. Moreover, seeking to initialize, erase or create an Apple RAID array with the drives that remained visual after the driving force removing both hung Disk Application or failed. OWCâs SoftRAID the usage of seven drives in RAID 0. The 8th pressure used to be simplest 500GB, therefore itâs exclusion from the array. Unfortunately, I by no means discovered the motive, however itâs a post-facto deal and shouldnât have an effect on many customers. Erasing the SSDs personally the usage of an OWC Envoy Categorical on PCWorldâs check mattress cured the problem. Alas, putting in SoftRAID at the PCWorld Home windows check mattress promptly rendered it unbootable. Fortunately, it created a repair level so the gadget used to be recoverable the usage of Home windows boot media. Then again, this little snafu assists in keeping me from recommending SoftRAID with Home windows presently. It additionally curtailed checking out on that platform for comparability functions. To supply no less than a modicum of context, the quickest sustained switch charges weâve observed out of an exterior Thunderbolt 3 pressure are round 2.8GBps studying, and a pair of.25GBps writing. Know additionally that device RAID makes use of your laptopâs CPU. This will and can have an effect on garage efficiency if the CPU is tapped out doing different duties. Fortuitously, in my checking out with video transcoding and several other different real-time track programs operating, the drop used to be simplest about 100MBps (from round 1.3GBps to at least one.2GBps on an Intel iMac) with the 2 U.2 SSDs put in. I imagine that insignificant, however will have to you come upon a extra critical drop in efficiency, by way of all manner, let me know. Final analysis Given Appleâs pricey and capability restricted interior garage, itâs great to have a quick, robust, simply upgradeable exterior answer such because the Mercury Professional U.
2 Twin. Itâs a superbly flexible and handy means so as to add more than one discrete or RAID volumes with no ton of cable litter. As to the SoftRAID problems, OWC is constantly bettering the product (model 3 of the paid device used to be simply launched), so I be expecting the insects I encountered to vanish in due time. Jon is a Juilliard-trained musician, former x86/6800 programmer, and long-time (past due 70s) laptop fanatic residing within the San Francisco bay space. [email protected] [ad_2] #OWC #Mercury #Professional #Twin #Thunderbolt #enclosure #assessment #Huge #capability #flexible #speedy #configuration
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Diary of a Junebug
At the cafe library by the riverside
To beat the winter slump, I find that a change of scenery is super helpful, especially in an unfamiliar place. Spending the week at Lilypad Brook with Daisy Jane, Spencer, Sapphire, Steven, and Arabella has been chill, which was exactly what we needed.
Along with wandering around the shops I often found myself drawn to the river, mesmerized by the movement of the water and the cold breeze blowing against my face. Something about being there just makes me feel more awake, like a constant reminder that Iâm right here, right at this moment not drifting off somewhere else. As someone who tends to be stuck in my own head, I feel like I need some sort of anchor to keep me grounded or else I might end up veering too far somewhere Iâm probably not supposed to be.
Instead of feeling trapped or chained down, this kind of anchor is reassuring, like a safety net. While it does prevent me from drifting away, I still can move freely without fear of losing my way. This anchor is a guide, a helpful tool instead of something that restricts me, and I could use more of that in life.
When it gets too cold to be outside, I often found myself at Espresso Lane, a popular cafe library that has become our meet up spot. There, Iâve been doing art journal stuff or knitting my latest sweater while enjoying the food and coffee.
Art block has struck me again so Iâve been kinda slacking off on the art journaling aspect so my spreads have been feeling a bit uninspired. At least I can still fill the pages with my thoughts, though Iâll admit Iâve been having a bit of trouble with that too. Sometimes the words come easily and Iâm going off on tangents, other times I have thoughts but struggle with getting them on paper. This journal entry started off on the former, but it looks like Iâve found my flow now so letâs hope this sticks.
See, this is part of the reason why I canât be like Daisy Jane and Cheyenne in terms of being productive as a creative, Iâm too fucking inconsistent. On one hand itâs a me thing, as in I donât always like sticking to the same thing for too long and prefer to jump from one thing to another depending on when inspiration strikes. Like for now Iâve been more focused on knitting and cooking while journaling and drawing has kinda been on the side. But itâs also frustrating when I kinda have an idea of what I want to do but my brain refuses to focus so I have a bunch of ideas but theyâre just sitting there because I donât have the energy to think things through. I mean, Iâve found ways to work around it but I still canât help but feel frustrated sometimes, but at least Iâm no longer super hard on myself about it, so thatâs an improvement.
So Iâve been focusing on drawing in my journal and knitting a new sweater, which is turning out good. Iâm trying to be a bit more experimental with my journal spreads so while some of my drawings donât turn out as good as I expected, at least Iâm trying. Also, it just feels good to experiment and try something different, because even if it doesnât work out, at least you gain something out of it. Like with drawing, even though it doesnât feel like it, I find that I do have a style and I have preferences and thatâs what makes my art unique. I may not stand out or have a trademark style but itâs the little things that makes my art mine, like how I do my line art or what colors I tend to gravitate towards. Art is self expression after all.
As for my sweater, Iâm trying out this mock cable pullover in this lovely moonbeam color yarn I got on sale for a great deal. Raglan sweaters have become my new favorite thing so I definitely want to get more into expanding my me made closet some more. Cables arenât something I gravitate towards because they seem like a lot of work so a faux cable sounds more appealing since no extra tools are necessary. Basically it gives the look of a cabled sweater without the extra effort and Iâm all for that. As soon as I saw the pattern I knew I had to make it and now Iâm almost done with the yoke.
Speaking of knitting, I should really invest in getting more DPNs because magic loop ainât doing it for me anymore. While Iâve gotten used to the technique, it still puts a strain on my wrist and I just donât like that. Iâve already invested in interchangeable needles so why not do the same for DPNs, for my wristâs sake? Also, Iâm pretty sure Iâd get the sleeves done a lot faster and avoid second sleeve syndrome while Iâm at it. Yeah, if Iâm gonna keep making sweaters Iâd better start looking into that.
So everyoneâs been doing their own thing while meeting up at the cafe to hang out. Daisy Janeâs on a well deserved break after a busy holiday season. She, Almie, and I had to pack so many orders that we had to set aside a couple days specifically just for that. While it is overwhelming, it is a good thing that her shop is doing that well. Not only people are buying her stuff but it also means that Daisy Jane can afford to take a month or two off so she wonât get burnt out and Iâm happy that she can do that. It took a lot of trial and error but Daisy Jane has achieved a balance between art and work that allows her to do what she loves without being burnt out. She deserves a nice long break without feeling guilty.
Steven, Spencer, and Sapphire, the time warp trio, have been doing well. Stevenâs still with Eats & Treats and while desserts remain his forte, he has branched out to other videos too. Heâs been focusing on music too and finally had the courage to post some of his songs online. While he has always been confident as a musician, he admits that he was a bit self conscious putting himself out there as a lot of his songs are super personal. So he was pleasantly surprised that his original compositions were not only well received but the fact that people have said they relate to his lyrics. Music has always been an outlet of self expression for him, something he found can be a good and bad thing for him.
Despite being a generally positive person, Steven admits to easily falling into negativity, which is understandable as I tend to do the same. A lot of it has to do with the fact that heâs lived through some difficult times and that has affected his relationship with music, something that has always been a big part of his life. After his father died, he pretty much lost interest in everything, which was why he abruptly left home, basically running away from life because it was just too much for him to deal with.
For me, the standout song Steven composed was Taking Back Whatâs Mine, which he says is one of the hardest for him to write. Basically itâs about his complicated feelings about the past and how heâs slowly healing from it, taking back his life by not letting the past cloud his future. Everything about the song - the lyrics, the music, and the way he sings it - I canât help but replay the song several times because it really struck a chord with me. For him running away kinda helped him and set him back at the same time, so with this song, it kinda forces him to go back and confront his past problems, this time with the new experience and perspectives he gained and that allows him to finally close that chapter and fully move on with his life.
Sapphire and Spencer took his words to heart and finally confronted some unresolved issues from their past theyâve been putting off for a long time. At least with Sapphire she had an excuse with her time travel powers not working, which meant she couldnât go back to her time safely. While she has regained some of her powers, itâs still not safe for her to travel alone so she needs someone to accompany her or else she might get stuck again.
It wasnât easy for her, but Sapphire knew that sooner or later she had to go back to her time, she just didnât expect it to take years before she was finally able to do so. Sheâs built a life for herself here with Steven and Spencer and sheâs happy with it, so that added to her hesitation. After her best friend died, she pretty much had no reason to go back to her time where she wasnât as happy. Funny thing was that when she was trapped here, things werenât as good either as she and Spencer ended up running off, which was how they reunited with Steven.
Now that she can go back and communicate with her family, Sapphire promised them to keep in touch often. Her parents werenât too happy to find out how much they missed out on her life but theyâre glad sheâs doing all right. It mustâve been disorienting for them to see their daughter go from a teenager to a young adult in a short amount of time (to them) but then again time travel shenanigans are weird.
She also visited Lizzieâs family and promised to keep in touch with them too but she admits that sheâs not sure if she can keep up with her end of the bargain. Lizzie was her best friend and seeing her family kinda reopened the wound for her, especially since they just found out sheâs never coming back, something Sapphire had to live with for years. While I hope Sapphire keeps her promise to keep in touch with them, I get why thatâs hard for her.
Spencer has been busy with Written in Ink, his thrift shop. In fact, heâs here with Arabella on business while taking it easy at the same time. He also said that heâs been hanging out with his sister more, even invited her to spend the holidays with the gang. From what I know, Spencer always had a complicated relationship with Dylan for understandable reasons. Their father cheated on Dylanâs mother, which resulted in Spencer, and for whatever reason Spencerâs mother kept coming back to him. Spencer speculates maybe they blackmailed each other or something - not that it matters anymore since his momâs dead and heâs not on speaking terms with his father.
Like Sapphire, Spencerâs also confronting his past, specifically his parents and how they screwed him over. His mother was the renowned time travel scientist Lynda Sage, the kind of person who looked good professionally but their personal life was in shambles. Spencer was close to her and looking back he said that maybe she relied on him as a crutch a little too much while putting work above him at the same time. I guess in other words that meant outside of work she had nothing else aside from her son, so that complicates things a lot. After losing his mother suddenly while stuck in an unfamiliar time with family who somewhat resented him for existing, itâs no wonder he wanted out. After Dylan, who he was starting to get along with, decided to live with her grandparents, Spencer and Sapphire had no reason to stick around so they packed their bags and hopped on a bus to get as far away as possible.
According to Sapphire, Dylan has been easy to get along with now that sheâs no longer under her fatherâs influence. She said that Dylan had been hostile to her since she was a complete stranger who suddenly became part of the household - which is not an excuse but she can kinda see where sheâs coming from - but over time theyâve been getting along. I mean if things were rough on Spencer and Dylan, imagine being Sapphire, who was basically the outsider. Well, at least she was able to live with them as she had absolutely nowhere to go, but that didnât meant she wasnât alienated by the others for basically being an extra burden to them. Again, it was a shitty situation all around so itâs no wonder why she was totally on board with taking off when things predictably didnât work out. Why stay in a place where youâre clearly not wanted?
So Spencer and Dylan have been catching up as well as finally dealing with their own problems, most which stem from their father and Spencerâs mother. Theyâve accepted that the past is in the past and they shouldnât let other peopleâs mistakes and shortcomings dictate their relationship. I think thatâs something a lot of people need to hear so Iâm glad that theyâre able to move past their parental issues. Hopefully one day Iâll finally get to meet Dylan and maybe hear about her side of the story if sheâs willing.
As for Steven and Spencerâs time traveling abilities, they donât use them often. Stevenâs busy enough as it is so time travel isnât a part of his life unless heâs accompanying Sapphire or maybe he needs some inspo for recipes or songwriting, which he says is basically all he does with his powers. Spencer is the same in terms of using time travel only to get a change in scenery, though he sometimes takes on jobs, but very rarely, He says he has a bit of a complicated relationship with time travel since itâs his motherâs thing and she kinda relied on her work too much. On one hand he wants to be like her and use his time travel powers to help people but at the same time itâs a bit hard for him to do that as it also reminds him too much of the past. At least, he says, the feeling of wanting to use his powers for good is stronger than the negative feelings attached to that so I hope he finds some peace with that someday.
Hanging out at the cafe knitting and/or journaling my thoughts away has been good for me. I donât know what it is about this time of year that makes me feel uninspired and stuck so Iâm glad to be able to get some creative inspiration back. Like the others, I too will keep moving forward and learn not to be too hard on myself when things donât work out.
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Daisy Chain Lane | 2 bed, 2 bath
If thereâs a bustle in your hedgerow, donât be alarmed now. Thatâs just the sort of thing you should expect in this dreamy hippie hideaway. Tucked away from Finchwick village and its prim and proper residents, here you can escape to a free-spirited life in the bucolic hills of the Bramblewood. The technicolor splendor of the world around you can be so inspiringâwhich is why youâll find that vibrant flower power spirit not just outside in the garden but throughout the home.Â
Sure, simple living has its challenges, but after a hard dayâs work of gardening, canning, and candle-making thereâs still plenty of time to relax and unwind by painting, blowing, erm, âbubbles,â or making friends with the native fauna. While there are only two bedrooms (accessible only by ladder), the attached additionsâa cellar-like mudroom and an eclectic greenhouse made of reclaimed windowsâadd plenty of space for your quirky little family. And, when itâs time to eat, youâll do so outside in the sunshine or under the stars because thereâs nothing more rewarding than living in close communion with Mother Nature.Â
Lot details:
Lot Type: ResidentialÂ
Price: §91,300
Size: 30x20
Location:Â Cordeliaâs Secret Cottage, Henford on Bagley
This is very much a Cottage Living build but Iâve used from all packs freely here
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 there's a side of me that just won't stop dancing in the flame.  /  tequila. â
 there's a side of me that just won't stop dancing in the flame.  /  tequila : ic. â
 leave them at the bottom of the grave they dug for you.  /  alex krycek. â
 leave them at the bottom of the grave they dug for you.  /  alex krycek : ic. â
 i preferred shark teeth to the chains around my neck.  /  carter blake. â
 i preferred shark teeth to the chains around my neck.  /  carter blake : ic. â
 risen from the ashes - murder and mercy rolled up in one.  /  charlie matheson. â
 risen from the ashes - murder and mercy rolled up in one.  /  charlie matheson : ic. â
 fault lines tremble underneath my glass house.  /  daisy johnson. â
 fault lines tremble underneath my glass house.  /  daisy johnson : ic. â
 step one - surrender the idea that you can fail.  /  daniel atlas. â
 step one - surrender the idea that you can fail.  /  daniel atlas : ic. â
 equal parts sweet honey and dangerous ferocity.  /  ella grace boone. â
 equal parts sweet honey and dangerous ferocity.  /  ella grace boone : ic. â
 keep your head; heels; and standards high.  /  elle woods. â
 keep your head; heels; and standards high.  /  elle woods : ic. â
 clever as the devil and twice as pretty.  /  henrietta boone. â
 clever as the devil and twice as pretty.  /  henrietta boone : ic. â
 what will get you killed first? your loyalty or your stubbornness?  /  jack wilder. â
 what will get you killed first? your loyalty or your stubbornness?  /  jack wilder : ic. â
 they made you into a weapon and told you to find peace.  /  nick lane. â
 they made you into a weapon and told you to find peace.  /  nick lane : ic. â
 i sat with my anger until it told me its real name was grief.  /  orm marius. â
 i sat with my anger until it told me its real name was grief.  /  orm marius : ic.
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 there's a side of me that just won't stop dancing in the flame.  /  tequila.#â
 there's a side of me that just won't stop dancing in the flame.  /  tequila : ic.#â
 leave them at the bottom of the grave they dug for you.  /  alex krycek.#â
 leave them at the bottom of the grave they dug for you.  /  alex krycek : ic.#â
 i preferred shark teeth to the chains around my neck.  /  carter blake.#â
 i preferred shark teeth to the chains around my neck.  /  carter blake : ic.#â
 fault lines tremble underneath my glass house.  /  daisy johnson.#â
 fault lines tremble underneath my glass house.  /  daisy johnson : ic.#â
 step one - surrender the idea that you can fail.  /  daniel atlas.#â
 step one - surrender the idea that you can fail.  /  daniel atlas : ic.#â
 equal parts sweet honey and dangerous ferocity.  /  ella grace boone.#â
 equal parts sweet honey and dangerous ferocity.  /  ella grace boone : ic.#â
 keep your head; heels; and standards high.  /  elle woods.#â
 keep your head; heels; and standards high.  /  elle woods : ic.#â
 clever as the devil and twice as pretty.  /  henrietta boone.#â
 clever as the devil and twice as pretty.  /  henrietta boone : ic.#â
 what will get you killed first? your loyalty or your stubbornness?  /  jack wilder.#â
 what will get you killed first? your loyalty or your stubbornness?  /  jack wilder : ic.#â
 they made you into a weapon and told you to find peace.  /  nick lane.#â
 they made you into a weapon and told you to find peace.  /  nick lane : ic.
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- aesthetic playlists for specific moods -
r e s e t  &  d e t o x for days where you need to clear your head, heart, mind and soul. move on. welcome the growth and treasure the warmest parts of the past. slow down and breathe.
hanging out with myself when you're on your own, in your own space, with your own thoughts and alternating between being okay with that and not.
summer lovinâ how it feels to be in love with someone in the endless days of heat.
to the seaside salt, sand, sea. you and me. the air is easier to breathe here.Â
"in love with my future" for manifesting and holding onto hope for the idealised dream of being independent, happy and stable
green fingers đż a playlist for gardening, planting and watering my plants... to help them grow, feel loved and safe.
what if we hold hands and lay in a field of wild flowers? (plural noun): a flower of an uncultivated variety or a flower growing freely without human intervention. // romantic picnic bitch energy - for getting lost in the long grass and making daisy chains. a blanket. a basket. a nice book. wearing a sundress. a warm breeze.
little adventures for all of life's mini adventures: supermarket trips, museums, getting lost in the countryside, taking detours, walking down quiet streets... climbing, exploring, taking it all in.
young, free and in love with your friends you'll never be this young again. you are free to be whoever you need to be. you can explore. you're filled with premature nostalgia for the moments you are currently living. you love the things and people around you with all of your being.Â
your eyes meet across the room you've never seen them before and don't know their name but you want to find out every secret they've ever had. you'd spend the rest of the night at their side. the colour of their eyes is your new favourite shade.
sunset songs tunes for when the sun goes down. time to unwind and process the day.
up to the roof let's climb up as high as this city can take us and look down at the world beneath us. let's remember how small we are and find some comfort in it.
the days when the sadness is quiet it's never gone, not really, but some days your heart feels overwhelmingly lighter, you feel at ease with the hurt and it's easier to breathe. you feel back in your body, brought back to life again.
classics that make me feel something songs you can't remember actually learning the lyrics to, that set your soul on fire.
political angst make your voice heard. fight with everything you have. donât let them stop your power.
you + me in the backseat in the backseat of the car. your soundtrack drowns out anything but your feelings. fire burns inside you.
memory lane walking hand in hand through the past. shattered fragments of your old self are lodged into your palms. reminders of things you tried to forget haunt you. the nostalgia comes in like a fog.Â
not me, dissociating staring into space or back at yourself in the mirror. doubting everything you know. wondering how you'll ever have the strength to rejoin the world around you.
under the stars come sit with me. we'll trace constellations in the sky.
weâre driving and your hand is on my knee the wind is in your hair. the streets are empty. the radio is too loud. all you know is that you're in love with the person in the seat beside you.Â
stay close to me for the kind of love you hope stays forever. for the kind of love you never want to put down.Â
oh no, iâm in love the penny has dropped. you donât know how to hold it in. everything feels brighter now.Â
slow mornings with you warmth seeping through the curtains. knowing you have nowhere to be. before toothpaste. stillness. contentment. being with your person.
the end of the world the sun is rising over the hill for the last time. you don't have enough hands to hold everyone. all of the hate you once had doesn't matter anymore. you cling onto the memories and take a deep breath.
itâs 2am and iâm thinking about the good and bad i should probably sleep.
slow dancing in the kitchen barefoot in the kitchen, swaying with hips pressed together, noses brushing, comforted by each other's laughs, soft singing voices and declarations of happiness at being close to the other person.
goodbye to us you're unsure how or why you got here, but now it's over and you can't stop feeling. your heart aches. your head is heavy. you can't bear to move.
longing for escape take my hand. weâve been stuck for too long. let's get out of this town. we won't look back.
rainy daze rainy days and mondays always get me down
eiffel for you a paris summer. you drink coffee and eat a pastry at a café on the seine. beautiful women and couples in love stroll by. the air is crisp and sweet.
eternal (adjective: eternal; noun: Eternal): lasting or existing forever; without end.
ethereal goddess shit đ pov: you are an ethereal goddess and everything you touch and embody is magic.
academia forever for memories of university days and cathedral views.
new city, big dreams a place just for you. boxes of your past life surround you. a new life awaiting. your look out at the city. it's been waiting for you.
bookstore full of dust and secrets bibliophile (noun): a person who collects or has a great love of books.
hometown nostalgia you know every street corner. you remember everything and everyone you loved here.
i'd do it all over again a million times over without regret.
sneaking out to meet you at midnight the thrill of climbing out the window, making you way to your secret hiding place and having a person to pour all your romanticism into waiting for you.Â
coffee breath you can tell a lot about a person from the way they take their coffee.
letâs drink wine and feel things đ· songs for late night wine drunk dancing, tears and feelings.Â
touch starved for when you just really need to be touched.
seething for slamming doors and punching walls. when your blood boils. when you need to be alone.
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