#ipad tips for seniors

[httech]

iPad Tricks for Beginners. Let’s check out 6 iPad tricks if you are new to using one. Also, if you are planning to give this to your grandparents then save yourself from the questions and just show them this video!

[wellness-university]

How to Stay Organized as a Student

I always look forward to strolling down the bright white aisles of my local Target to pick up school supplies.

Shiny binders.

Pastel highlighters.

Smooth ballpoint pens.

But by the time October hits, my highlighters are out of my case and buried underneath various handouts I shoved in my backpack. I also can’t seem to find a single pencil anywhere. And I eventually lose the random pencils I pick up from the floor or “borrow” from my classmate.

At least, this used to be the case.

As a college senior, I’ve picked up a few tactics that'll help this scenario happen less and less.

Keyword: less.

No matter how organized you are, you will misplace something. It happens. But you can still minimize the chance of it happening often. 

So how do you stay organized as a student?

We need to take a look at all the areas in your life that need organizing: your school supplies, academic work, finances, and other non-negotiable items that vary from person to person.

School Supplies and Academic Work

The easiest way to keep your school supplies organized is to read your syllabi before your trip to Target so you don’t end up with more supplies than you need. The less you have, the less you need to worry about. 

Some students have found success working electronically from their iPad or laptop. This deserves its whole separate blog post, but luckily there are plenty of resources for electronic organization you can find on YouTube. 

If you’re like me and prefer writing your notes on paper, you should buy what your syllabi specifically asks you to. Once you’ve done that, here’s a list of other items to add to your cart:

- Pencil/pen case

- Pack of pencils

- Pack of pens

- At least 1 highlighter

- White-Out

- Calculator

- Backpack

Now, how do you stop the October crash from ruining your organization? Here's you answer:

You must create a routine for yourself to take things out when needed and put them back in their place after you’re done. 

For instance, you might take out your math binder and a pencil from your case. It’s important that you put these items back in your backpack when you’re done. But this doesn’t mean to throw your pencil in a random opening. You need to repeat the same steps you completed to take out your supplies. 

Put your pencil back in the case.

Close your pencil case.

Put your case back in its designated compartment in your backpack. 

Gently place your binder back in your backpack.

Close your backpack.

And for extra points: set your backpack somewhere so that you can easily grab it on the way to class.

Organizing Your Finances 

Keeping your finances organized is an amazing way to reduce unnecessary stress. One of the warmest welcomes into adulthood is that pretty plastic rectangle we refer to as a credit card.

One of the coldest welcomes into adulthood is paying your credit card bill.

The most important tip I have for college students is to open only one credit card. Since you’ve recently become an adult, building your credit (a record of your financial reliability) should start as soon as possible. This way, you’ll have an easier time for when you want to buy a house or a car because your credit score will be higher.

The better your credit score, the better chances you have at earning a deal worth your time.

If you want to build an excellent credit score, only use your credit card for purchases that you know you have the money for in your bank account. Then when it comes time to pay your monthly credit card bill, pay it off in full. 

This is mostly to avoid paying exorbitant interest rates. But your credit card company will see that you're responsible with your money and might even increase your card limit.

Along with your credit card, I recommend opening a second debit card. This debit card should be used for things like overpriced Starbucks drinks and stale dining hall food.

In other words, this card should only be used during the semester. 

The main goal of your second debit card is to set a budget for yourself during the semester. If you only want to spend $20 a week, then only keep $20 on there.

Your other debit card will be your home base that you can set up direct deposit for and use to send money to your other debit account.

Here’s a quick recap since that was a lot of information:

- Have a main debit card that you use for when you’re home

- Have a second debit card that you use for when you’re at school

- Apply for 1 credit card to start building your credit

This is a system I use to keep my money organized. My main debit card is used for things like depositing checks and paying subscriptions. My second debit card is used for buying small daily items during the semester. And my credit card is used for building my credit score (sort of like an extension of my main debit card).

General Tips

One issue I see busy students have is remembering appointments or meetings. Whether it’s your massage appointment or a work meeting with your boss, you should have a designated space to remember these events.

Lucky enough, most smartphones come with a calendar app that’ll notify you when it’s time for your appointment.

On my iPhone, I put any event in my calendar as soon as I’m made aware of it. If I don’t, I’ll most likely forget about it. This is how you can organize your meetings and appointments so you don't forget them.

For my notification settings, I have two reminders set for each event that’ll pop up on my Home Screen. The first comes two days before the event and the second comes two hours before. The reason I use these settings is because two days will give me enough time in advance to remember the appointment (especially if it’s made a few weeks ago). And it gives enough notice to the other party in case I need to cancel. I also use the two-hour notification so that I have enough time to get ready. 

Another skill I’ve started to utilize setting timers and alarms. When that two-hour notification goes off, here’s what I do:

- Take note of where I am and where I will be when it’s time to leave

- Check the traffic (if I need to drive anywhere)

- Set an alarm for when I have to start getting ready to leave

The alarm tells me when it’s time to GO! No stops and definitely no $200. 

Other than appointments, miscellaneous items can refer to different hobbies such as knitting. I can’t give advice on EVERYTHING that has to be organized because I may not know how to organize yarn the best way. So here are a few general tips that you can apply to any miscellaneous items:

- Keep a designated space for your items and only keep them in that space

- Invest in storage bins and make sure you label them

- Everything you take out must be put back in its spot

- Dedicate at least 10 minutes once a week to clean your space

- Set alarms and use timers to make sure that you’re not wasting time

Organizing your space and supplies is the best way to keep your mind clear. You’ll have more time to think about the task at hand instead of trying to find the supplies you need to do it. 

[deviantartdramahub]

I'm going to be honest, I was waiting for a cue before I stopped using the deviantart forums. Then I saw the thread at https://www.deviantart.com/forum/devart/general/2707431 and it made me think of something. Does nobody touch the green stuff anymore? Imagine making a thread like that and nobody has anything to show for. But I'm glad to be out of there. I'm also glad a certain senior member is gone and can conclude after reading the post at https://www.deviantart.com/wolfworths15menkey/status-update/Many-of-you-have-had-980170461 that she was and is the real cult leader.

In times like these, remember the following tips, popularized by Triagonal.

The best two devices are an ipad and a Nintendo Wii U

The best places to operate from are a flooded basement or a balcony

The best huckle buckle beanstalk places are in very big pipes and in neighboring vehicles

The best defense is a very slippery platform

The best excuse is a party

This is the time and place to be a micronation

My brother is complaining though that you somehow did wrong to Evie. What do you have to say to people like him?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[karlheinz-sama]

If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog!

icl i wanted to answer this as karl but i remembered some funny stories so yh

my great grandmother, so my mothers grandmother was a great woman. i mean she slayed, im talking 1920s housewife who lives on the border of the slums dealing with every bullshit possible this was before the partition of india pakistan. she dealt with insane amounts of racism, she lived through the partition, then the independence war from bangladesh because we live sea side ish. she lost one husband left with my grandfather, she married again and fought against every attempt of ostracisation her community threw at her, then she got married again. a love marriage too. and she live she really did to the best of her abilities both her sons studied till class 12, one even attempted college. she got mad at people, once she dragged a woman by her hair in our lawn and beat her with a sandal, other times she was so happy when we finally got a movie thing ( im not quite sure if it was a projector) in the community that she bought everyone a saree told their husbands to fuck off and do the house work because she wanted to watch a movie with her friends. she made homemade facials, and took meticulous care of her hair oiling it every day, she taught my grandmother and my mother all her favourite recipes. she refused to go a day without wearing gold because it was a bad sign , whether it be a thin necklace or heavy 9 carat earrings that covered her entire ears.

then there was her second son, my step- grandfather who wrote erotic letter for money. fun story okay. im talking top of his class, he's like smart asf he reads indian, persian, english AND french literature. all self taught, and one day his friends like i wanna write a romantic letter to my gf so he consolidates my step-grandpa for some writing tip and my s-grandpa writes him some next level french/hindi love letter for lunch money. his fame grows there are boys paying left and right and it finally happens someone asks him to letter sext a gal. and he does he does it so well the seniors are coming to him for help. but then remember still the mid 90s sex and love is very taboo. one of his (muslim) friends runs away with his (hindu) gf and her father finds the letters he storms into the school and find out my step-grandpa's writing matches with the letter and he gets the living fuckery beat out of him. eventually, he does graduate, but he's so smart that even though his family is beyond disappointed, i mean they won't even look or talk to him, he's given money to go over to the next town my train and take an exam to get into college he rides the train halfway and gets off at a city where he goes to watch a projection of a french burlesque club idk what made him go, he liked the arts, music, literature his parents never understood why this meant he had to like the taboo parts of these things. anyways he shows up to his exam late but early enough to be allowed in. finishes all 3 exams and falls asleep with 20-25 mins to go. he came out with the highest score in the state. still got his ass beat when he came home.

anyways the reason i found out about him was i woke up to my mum crying in the middle of the night in the corner of my room, and i was confused to what was going on. when she finally showed me my iPad where i found reiji x yui smut fanfic still open on a tab. and that's the day 11 year old me found out how taboo the whole sex thing was in the family, they didnt look at my step- grandpa the same for the next 35 years. until he ended up paralysed and bedridden but he still wasn't allowed to see his nieces and nephews properly cuz they thought he was a creep now.

[purpleyellow]

New blood

BTS 8th member

Sunny’s masterlist

“Sunny meets Enhypen”

a/n: Your opinion is very important for me, send feedback and requests anytime 💜 Also, don’t be shy and interact a little, ask box is always open.

“We should rent a movie theater” Taehyung rested his arm over Sunny’s shoulders as they walked through the hallway “Watch a movie and rest for the night, you know”

“I’m not sure there are movies playing right now, but good shot” The girl sighed, just wanting to go home and bury herself under the blankets. 

“We can watch old stuff. Or ask them to play that drama you wanted to binge” He insisted cheerfully making her shrug.

“Again, not sure if that’s how movie theaters work” She noted as they passed in front of a studio, both stopping to wave at the producer inside “I’m kind of tired Oppa. I’ll just shower and sleep”

“But we haven’t taken a day for ourselves yet” He nudged her with his body making her snort “At least let’s watch Netflix together”

��Sure” Sunny rolled her eyes as they passed in front of the artist’s lounge. “I think I left my Ipad in there. You can go ahead, I’ll catch up”

“Okay, waiting for you in the car” Taehyung gave her a pat on the head as she went back to the room.

Walking fastly into the room, Sunny barely noticed seven boys freezing in the corner as she ran to the couch and shoved the cushions around. Standing up straight and turning around, she was scared by them staying in a perfect line, and as if on cue, one of them started a count.

“Two, three. Hello, we are Enhypen” They chanted simultaneously doing the hand gesture, a ninety-degree bow and ultimately startling the girl, who stood there staring at them with wide eyes.

“Uh… hello” Sunny put on a kind smile since they stared at her expectantly “I was at the finale but nice to meet you again. How is the debut going?”

“We’re working hard, Sunbaenim” Heeseung smiled and the rest nodded making an awkward atmosphere in the place.

“Well, good job” Sunny gave them a thumbs up and proceeded walking around the room looking for her stuff. “You must be adjusting fine to the idol life, you have a pretty good fanbase too”

“We’re trying our best, Sunbaenim” Another one, Jay, told her and Jake breathed out a timid “Yeah”.

“Well, if you need anything, I can try to help you or at least indicate someone who will” The girl looked over at them still standing in a line with their hands behind their backs, and tried her best not to snort.

“Thank you very much, sunbaenim” Jungwon bowed and the rest followed him, a little taken back by the sudden action.

“You don’t have to be so formal,” Sunny said with a breathy laugh and sat on the couch, indicating with her head they could sit anywhere they wanted to “To start off, calling me Noona is fine. Second, I really mean it when I ask you how things are going, if there’s something I can do to help, you can say it. And third, has anyone seen a rose gold Ipad anywhere in this room?”

Watching them one by one, she bit her lip trying not to laugh at their confused yet grateful faces, slowly frowning once they realized she had asked them a question that escaped their prepared and probably rehearsed polite answers.

“I think Jungkook Sunbaenim took it earlier if I’m not mistaken,” Sunghoon told her when the room went silent. Jay on his side, kicking his ankle as a reminder to mention how nice she had been “And thank you… Noona”

“You got it” She nodded and ran her hands over her pants “Well, I guess I’ll go track down that stealer then”

“Actually, can you tell us about how you were feeling before your debut?” Sunoo quickly spoke before she could get up and Sunny looked over to him startled.

“We’re just all over the place, it might be nice to hear from a senior who went through this” Heeseung added and Niki spoke up too.

“It’s a lot of feelings, we can’t even pinpoint them” The youngest nodded making her smile amused.

“You’ll be fine. Just remember that debuting isn’t the end of the line” She ran her eyes over the room and gulped “And be there for each other. It feels nice to know you’re not alone”

Clapping her hands together, Sunny got up and grabbed her phone from the couch. But before she could excuse herself, one of the boys cleaned his throat and the seven of them engaged in an exchange of glances.

“Noona, we were wondering if you could give us some tips” Jungwon spoke timidly after realizing she was watching them furiously nodding at each other. “Singing tips to be more exact”

“You all did fine on the show and I’m not sure I can be any more helpful than your coaches. But if you really want to then sure” Sunny shrugged sitting back down and stretching her neck “Who wants to go first”

“No one, my bad” Taehyung suddenly said from the door, sending the Enhypen boys on their feet, in the same formation they had introduced themselves for the girl.

“The boys were just asking for some help, Oppa” Sunny rolled her eyes and he smiled at them in apology.

“I’m sorry. But Sunny promised she would help me out with some stuff, I hope you don’t mind” He told them, who nodded, not really minding it that much “I’ll come check on you guys with her tomorrow”

Sending their goodbyes, both BTS members left the room going in opposite directions, which caused V to frown and grab her by the arm. 

“The elevators are this way. Are you okay?” He frowned like she was crazy and Sunny rolled her eyes.

“Jungkook stole my Ipad. I’m going to look for him” She said calmly but he shook his head, turning her his way and linking her arm with his. “Tae, why?

“He can bring it home, we’re going to rest now” He smiled happily and she stopped to think for a second, scoffing after something clicked in her brain.

“They told you about it, didn’t they?” The girl asked and he was the one frowning.

“Who? And about what?”

“Jungkook and Jimin? About the... thing…. in the kitchen” Sunny looked up at him and breathed out relief once she realized he was in the dark about her breakdown. “Just forget about it”

“Do I need to know something?” Taehyung asked worried and she shook her head, giving him a calm smile.

“Nah, it’s old news”

[buckyreaderrecs]

So Far Away: Chapter 4/?

Summary:  Bucky Barnes doing what he does best. Saving. Loving. In this particular case, the object of both is you. (Bonus: Bucky Barnes happy, healing, doing really well!) Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. 

Chapter 4:  Sometimes the road to recovery is x-rays and pain killers. Sometimes, it's freeeeeesh ava ca doo.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader Characters: Bucky Barnes, F.R.I.D.A.Y., Cecilia Reyes Additional tags: mostly canon compliant (Infinity War and Endgame didn’t happen, Stark Tower still exists),  possible future smut (who knows, not me), she/her pronouns, more tags/characters to be added with future chapters, hero Bucky Barnes, canon typical violence, warzone/disaster zone setting, Alpine the cat, other Marvel characters mentioned but not central to the plot Warnings: possible triggers for anxiety, PTSD, grief

Note:  Hi! I am overwhelmingly grateful to everyone who has read this story, and heard my call for inspiration. Because of you, this chapter exists, and I have a better idea of where to take this story. Thank you all so, so much. Honestly. I hope you love this.

So Far Away Chapter 4/?

Waking up in such a soft and safe environment took a hot minute. The danger was so far away from you and comfort was so close. Slowly though, your eyes opened and you tried to sit up. Sloooow mooootion. But then, pain.

You'd apparently slept off the memory of your injured hand, leaning straight onto it. It hurt so badly that you felt dizzy, then quickly sick to your stomach.

Within seconds of hearing you cry out, Bucky was at your side. "Alright, come on, darl'. Knew we should've gone straight to the doc when we got 'ere," he said, the latter statement directed at himself.

Trying to shuffle to the edge of the huge bed was exhausting. Tears began to stream down your face, running over the flushing red skin. You were embarrassed, somehow feeling it through the intense pain.

"Can you stand?"

You could, albeit shaky and holding your arm close to your chest, terrified something would hit it.

Bucky pressed a hand to your lower back and ushered you gently from the suite.

In the elevator, he called to F.R.I.D.A.Y. "Tell me someone's up in med?"

"Dr Cho is in D.C. but has left Medical to Dr Reyes,"

"Okay. Tell her we're on our way," he asked.

"Already done,"

"Thanks, F.R.I.D.A.Y."

Bucky turned to you, watched you struggle to keep your eyes open. He frowned, then cupped your face in his hands. The vibranium was cool.

"You're gonna be okay, Y/N. I know it hurts, but trust me - I've seen worse."

He wasn't being dismissive, just trying to pull you from the pain for a second or two. It worked; you offered him a weak smile. Bucky leaned in and kissed the tip of your nose. You could smell toothpaste. He must have been in the middle of getting ready for the day when you woke up.

'Medical' was a whole floor. Research happened in the east wing, and the trauma centre existed in the west.

Dr Cecilia Reyes was ready, waiting for your arrival. "Barnes," she greeted. "You found her then,"

"Word travels fast, huh?"

"Oh, you know… Winter Soldier on a mission to find a girl. That kinda thing gets people talking," she replied with a smirk.

Bucky liked Cecilia. She was tough, raised in the Bronx. He liked that despite her power, she opted for a relatively normal life. She was good people.

"Well, welcome," she said to you, leading you to a private room. "I'm Dr Reyes. Heard you've banged up your hand pretty bad?"

"Yeah," you managed to squeak out.

"Scale of one to ten, how bad's the pain?"

Ten. Definitely. "Uh… Eight," you lied.

Cecilia snorted. "So at least a nine then? Don't need to be tough for me," she told you, smiling kindly. She nodded for Bucky to help you up onto the bed in the room.

"I was okay last night," you said to her.

"Probably still in a bit of shock. Had a rough couple of days. Body's smart. Guess it waited to tell you it needed help," she replied.

"Should've brought you here last night," Bucky said.

"Nah, Barnes. Sleep is the great healer. She's here now. Let's see what we've got."

An x-ray, backlit and brutal, showed a broken ring finger, broken thumb, and three breaks to your hand. Cecilia told you that all things considered, you were lucky; the breaks hadn't split skin, muscle, or tendon. She set a cast on your wrist, hand, and thumb, and stabilised your ring finger by splinting it to your pinky.

"If you want, we can just cut it off and you can get one of what he's got," she joked during the process.

"Hey! Too soon," Bucky said, feigning offence.

She rolled her eyes at him dramatically. "What, like 80 years or something?"

Bucky laughed, then smiled over at you. "It's all right, darlin'," he said, noticing your expression. "If I can't joke about it, what's it good for, you know?"

"In her case, it's good for some top tier pain meds. Here - take two as needed. No more than eight a day. With food is better. And for reference, a can of Pringles does not count as a meal,"

"That felt personal," Bucky said, eyes narrowing at Cecilia.

"Your diet is trash," she told him, matter of fact.

"Firstly, once you pop you can't stop. Even I know that. Secondly, how do you know about my diet, doll?"

"Doll me again, Barnes, and I'll-"

"What?" he interrupted. "Force field me to death?"

"Joke all ya want, but it can be done."

Bucky laughed again, fondly shaking his head at her. Cecilia held back a full grin.

"Force field?" you asked, sitting quietly, letting the fentanyl you'd been given before the x-ray seep into your body.

"I'll tell ya later," Bucky said, reaching out to fold stray hair behind your ear.

"Alright, need anything else? You're not-" Cecilia started.

"Nah, nah, I'm good. Thanks, Doc. We''ll get out cha' way."

They hugged like they meant it, and she left the room.

Bucky turned to you. "I'd decorate that thing for ya, but Steve's the artist," he said, nodding at your cast.

"S'okay," you whispered in reply.

"Fentanyl working then?"

Eyes closed, grinning, you nodded slowly. Bucky snorted.

"Good. Guess we'll get some food in you then,"

"Pringles?" you asked hopefully as Bucky held your hips, helping you slide off the bed.

"Whatever you want, darlin'."

People pretended not to watch you and Bucky leave the trauma centre. It's kinda what people did in Stark Tower - pretend not to see and know what they saw and knew.

"He's got a girlfriend" someone whispered.

"No, didn’t he, like, go full hero and save her or something?"

"Think we got more to worry about than who and what Bucky Barnes is doing," Cecilia said loudly to the room. She smiled though. Good for him, she thought to herself.

…

Before you really knew what was happening, Bucky was handing you an iPad.

"Sit. Ubereats us something," he said.

You were on the couch, back in Bucky's suite. Looking around, you felt that awe again - floor to ceiling windows with New York views will do that. There was a light, knitted blanket over you. It seemed out of place in the modern apartment setting.

For a good fifteen minutes since returning from the medical suite, you'd just been sitting there. Bucky had waited until you seemed more… coherent, to ask you to pick food.

"You know Ubereats?" you asked, smiling, proud of yourself.

Bucky snorted. "I know I'm old, but I'm not playing-bingo-with-senior-citizens old."

You laughed and for a second, forgot about everything.

"That being said," he added, "I did live through The Depression, and I do have a super soldier metabolism… So, you know, don't skimp on the food."

You wondered what his dinner of choice normally would be. Order history! It looked like Bucky was working his way through every takeout option in N.Y. Nothing repeated.

"Burrrrrrito?" you asked.

"Yeah, darl'. Whatever you want,"

"I waaaaant… freeeesh ava ca doo,"

"That the drugs talking?"

Mental note to self: show Bucky Barnes memes.

After the order was placed, you put the iPad on the coffee table in front of you. Bucky picked it up, shot you a grin, and disappeared for a while. You did consider following him - he felt like safety. But, you were slowly coming out of the fog of fentanyl and knew tagging along like a lost puppy probably would make you feel awkward more than anything.

Bucky's voice floated through… superhero stuff, you assumed. Busying yourself with finding the remote, then being startled by F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s offer of help ("Can I help you find something to watch?"), you managed to fill the time until Bucky returned without having to really think too much. There was a feeling sitting in the back of your mind and the bottom of your stomach that you wanted to keep ignoring for as long as possible. It seemed… bad. And you weren't ready for bad.

"Alright," Bucky said, coming to stand in front of you. "How we doing?"

You smiled, nodded. His expression shifted. Sceptical.

"Yeah? You sure?"

"Ah-huh," you confirmed.

"I'm just gonna run down and grab the food. Won't be a second."

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving you with only the television to keep you company. You tried to pay attention, focus on the show. But the volume was too loud, even on the lowest setting. It was agitating, stressful even. Switching it off, you were enveloped in silence.

Calm down, you told yourself. And yet, a heartbeat was pounding in your ears. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You could hear your own organs now?!

Suddenly, you found yourself at the window, looking down at the city. How can everyone… You were thinking too fast, spiralling. But how could you think of anything else? How could everyone down there just keep going? D.C. was still burning. People had died.

People.

Your people.

Everything - your head, the room, your world - began to spin.

Where's… Where's… Where the hell was a phone?

"Y/N," F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s voice alarmed you, coming out of nowhere, but not enough to make you jump. "I'm detecting an elevated heart rate. Can I help you with anything?"

"I… ah… You're just a machine," you muttered to yourself mostly. "Wait! No! Where's the phone?! I need a phone… I need to call…"

Call who? Who would you call first? What would you do if…

You didn't hear F.R.I.D.A.Y. tell you where to find a phone, or ask again if you were okay. You didn't hear her tell you Bucky was on his way up. As soon as he walked in, he knew what was happening.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y., tell me next time," he said while putting the takeout on the suite's small round dining table. "Y/N," he called. He stood in your field of vision, but not too close. "Y/N? Can you hear me?"

"I'm… I need a phone," you said, voice frantic, pupils blown. "There's people…"

"We can do that. Phone's right here," Bucky told you, pulling his cell from his pocket and holding it out to you. When you didn't take it, he slid it back in and held a hand out to you instead. "Y/N, take my hand. We're gonna sit down. Don't want you to fall and break any more bones,"

"How many days has it been?" you asked, your words pushed together, the letters overlapping.

"I'm gonna come closer, okay? Coming to you." Bucky moved. When he could see it wasn't making it worse, he held on your good wrist, his other hand on your waist, and walked you to the couch. You followed along, mindlessly compliant. "It's been five days. Not everyone will be on the lists yet, but we'll call, yeah? Or, we can get F.R.I.D.A.Y. to do it for us."

You were sort of nodding, but were still finding it hard to focus. Bucky waited another few moments, watching and assessing, before deciding he needed to intervene further.

He put his left hand on your face, cupping the cool metal to your skin. Gently but firmly, he turned you to face him.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" he asked, raising his right hand.

"What?"

He repeated the question.

"Three," you answered, dismissive and maybe even a little annoyed.

"Good. Now?"

"Five. What are you doing?"

"Now?"

"Two! What are you doing?!"

"Distracting you," Bucky said. "Making your mind work on a task that isn't just panicking,"

"I'm not panicking," you told him.

"Not now, 'cause it worked. You're still not breathing properly though,"

"I'm fine,"

"F.R.I.D.A.Y.?" Bucky called.

She spoke, "Your heart rate is still elevated, Y/N, and-"

"Okay, I get it," you stopped her.

"Just take a couple breaths with me. Don't need 'em to be deep. Just hold them for a couple seconds."

As he called it, you took a breath in, two, three, out, two, three. You managed to do it twice before shaking your head and wriggling in your spot.

"I'm not- I just-" and you were off again, rambling about people, phones, and things you needed to do.

You went to stand, but Bucky grabbed you around the middle, pulling you down. Your back was to him, pressed to his chest, while his arms were wrapped around you. He would have let go if you fought him or cried out. But, you were limp and quiet almost immediately.

As you clung to his arms, he rested his head on your shoulder and made soft hushing sounds. Bucky waited patiently until your breathing regulated. You had closed your eyes and let your entire weight rest on him.

"I know how you feel. You're exhausted. Makes everything feel… bigger. But I promise you, it's gonna be okay," he told you, voice calm. Calming.

"You can't promise that," you replied, voice weak.

"I reckon if anyone can - it's me. Had a lot of life experience. And, got a lot of resources. Superhero perks," he laughed, trying to lighten your mood. "You trust me?" he asked, to which you nodded. "Good. So, trust me. I've got you. And right now, we've got some burritos that need eatin', and you need to tell me what freesh ava ca doo is."

Hearing the words come out of his mouth was entirely ridiculous and you couldn't help but snort. It left a smile on your face.

"There she is! Come on. Up!”

Chapter 5.

Tag list (open): @animegirlgeeky @bubbabarnes @browngirlmagic @lookalivefrosty @aynaraxas @vibraniumwitch @the–sad–hatter @grecianlune @fairislesheets 

[whirlybirbs]

birbs... ur a designer, right???? can u give me some advice bc i am about to graduate and wanna know what ur go-to's and must have's are!!!!

of course! here’s some tips & good things to have. for those of you who didn’t know, i’m currently a practicing designer who makes an income through freelance doing ui/ux, web design, branding/identity and lots of other work! i’ve got a BFA in design in the ~real world~

website!

adobe portfolio is a great resource if you’re already using behance! you can essentially just upload your already existing entries on behance to be in a gallery. it’s what i use for mine! you can use site styles, or stick to preexisting templates. 

if you’re looking for a more hands on, you can do wix. i’ve used it before for an entire site redesign but honestly i felt like i was pulling my teeth out. there’s a lotta front-end website designing services out there now. 

domain name! 

it can be a splurge. but, my current domain name is $8 annually! it’s worth it, and once you have your site + domain name, you can pop it on anything. for the love of god, don’t use google domains. they’re fucking expensive. 

i used namecheap! super easy, super cheap. 

business cards!

moooooo, baby! i get compliments on the quality of my business cards a lot, and moo is great because if you’re indecisive like me, you can order multiple front designs in one order! using honey as a browser add-on is helpful, or when they have sales. they have a good first-time buyer deal -- i think it’s like 20% off? they also can send you samples for free if you’re not sure what kinda finish you want before you buy.

put your website on your business card! my site wasn’t set up when i got my business cards for my senior showcase, and that’s my biggest regret. 

instagram/social media!

tweet ur shit, post ur shit, insta ur shit.

seriously, if i hadn’t? then i wouldn’t have secured the gig with a certain big name cowboy singer who shall still go hinted at for the time being ;-)

snag a handle, create a brand, do daily design challenges. they’re great ways to buff up your portfolio and get your stuff out there. don’t be afraid to flood hashtags in the comments, either! 

ipad / tablet

my ipad is like.... thicker than a brick and arguably older than my dog, but it works and it was cheap refurbished. it’s great because nearly all the model ipads work with an apple pencil. wacom tablets are also great, and their smaller models are great desktop tools. even if you’re not big on illustrations, using a tablet for the pen tool in illustrator is *chef kiss*. 

recommended resources

astropad studio: lets you screen share your mac with your ipad. essentially turns your ipad into a cintiq. a little pricey, but the deluxe studio isn’t really needed. go for the cheaper one. 

procreate: if you’re into illustrating, this one time payment app is great. it’s my most used app on my ipad. 

unfold: a good app for formatting instagram posts to all kinda cohere. i use it to pop my work on a black background. my art account has some good examples. you can also use it to make rlly sharp lookin’ insta stories. 

coolors.co: bro i swear i get all my color schemes from this site. smack that space bar till you find a splash you love.

dafont.com: honestly the safest font*** site i’ve used. not all of them are good, but you can find some good slab/bold/stylized typefaces. (***remember, kids! fonts are bold/italic/regular. typefaces are “comic sans” and “helvetica”!)studioyorktown: fire free mockups. here’s the link. 

other free mockup sites: bitches love mockups. i’m bitches. employers, too, are bitches bc sometimes a flat .ai file doesn’t rlly sell the cd package design you were thinking off. creativebooster, mockupworld and even behance have really good free mockups. no need to pay for ‘em, honestly.

youtube: dead ass don’t ever think you need to know everything. there’s so many good tutorials out there for anything you wanna do. it’s GREAT. i love looking things up bc there’s also! a million ways to do one thing! 

linda.com: definitely don’t go and register for a boston public library card online. never use a local uni address if they ask. it’s not like you can now use that ID to use linda.com, which is a service that’s.... $$$. 10/10 wouldn’t recommend if you’re into teaching yourself things. ;-)

there’s probably more in my brain cave if you’re thinking about something specific -- but yeah! those are some of my go-to’s and favs!

[mischiefxandxthunder]

Computers For Dummies

No doubt you've seen a 'For Dummies' book at some point. The huge, constantly expanding book series also covers a large number of computer-related topics that some people find difficult. The book series is known for treating the topics as fun and light-hearted as possible, but serious enough that you actually learn something from it. That's also why the 'For Dummies' course books have become so popular and new ones are constantly being added. Of course, this also has to do with the fact that many subjects are constantly changing. A book about a certain version of Windows is no longer so relevant after a few years, since there is a new operating system of Windows.

Especially for kids and seniors

There are a number of separate categories in the Dummies books. There are a number of books especially for seniors and a number of books especially for small children. These are written in such a way that they are easy to understand. For seniors, using a PC can be something completely new and a whole new world opens up to them when they can chat with family members and send photos. For children it is nice to stimulate an interest, such as a book on computer animations so that your child can make his or her own cartoon.

Internet for Dummies

One of the most popular books is Internet For Dummies. The book covers everything related to the internet, from different browsers to email and from social media to blogs. Every now and then a new version is released that is completely up-to-date, so that you are always assured of the latest relevant information.

Office for Dummies

Microsoft Office is widely used on a daily basis. The Dummies book series contains books that focus on Office in general, but also books that focus entirely on one program within Office. There are books especially for Word, Excel, Powerpoint and Outlook.

Apple and Android for Dummies

The book series contains various Dummies books about all kinds of Apple and Android products. There are books about the iPhone, iPad, Apple Watch, Android tablet and Android smartphone. So there is always a book that suits you perfectly. In addition, there are many more hardware and software related books that have not yet been mentioned here.

Want to find more computer courses? For example, read the computer textbooks and tips from the All education and courses portal.

[artificialqueens]

at dusk beneath a diabetic moon (trixya) 1/4 - beanierose

AN: i am enormously grateful as always to mattepinkallshades, joanneelizabeth and connyhascontrol for being so supportive and encouraging, and letting me talk their ears off about this iteration of our girls. i feel very blessed to have you. and stutter, i will never be able to thank you enough. for cheering me on, for making me a playlist, for beta reading, for being such a bright spot of joy in my life. thank you, thank you, thank you.

(read on ao3) | (find me at katiehoughton)

a buzzfeed unsolved/x files au. katya hunts cryptids. trixie doesn’t believe in them, but she believes in katya. | 5,145 words

Katya feels at her absolute sexiest and most gay sitting in the Wrangler with her elbow propped against the window frame, smoking a cigarette and waiting for Trixie. She will get off work at the salon in just a few minutes. Katya has her own duffel and Trixie’s pink hard-shell suitcase in the trunk, and a stack of cassettes for Trixie to choose from. It’s the sacrifice she has to make in order to enjoy the aesthetic of the vintage Jeep, that she can’t annoy Trixie with endless playlists of 90s Russian pop on Spotify. They make do, and she doesn’t mind letting Trixie choose what they listen to.

While she’s waiting, Katya replies to a few tweets asking for a hint about her next investigation. People are still sending her memes from the last time, grainy, crazy-looking ones, the ones Trixie tells her are called deep fried. She doesn’t super understand them, not always, but she listens when Trixie tells her how important it is to engage. How that will help to grow her audience.

Trixie is kind of bossy, and Katya likes it a lot. She’s her best friend, since college, and when Trixie graduated and Katya was two years out of school and still just working in the costume store, she didn’t hesitate to follow Trixie out west. All of this was Katya’s idea, but they wouldn’t be where they are without Trixie pushing, Trixie organising, Trixie taking moody, verdant photographs of the back of Katya’s head for Instagram.

Katya keeps her replies as cryptic as she possibly can, and when people start tweeting at Trixie as well to ask her for details, she locks her phone again and puts it away. She drums her fingers against the outside of the car and watches people walking by, some of them looking at her. A man walking a dog goes right past the Jeep, only a couple inches away from her, and Katya almost topples headfirst out of the rolled down window to get to scratch the puppy’s snout. After he’s gone, Katya lifts her hand to her nose and breathes in the dog-smell of her fingers, lives there in that secret shame for a little while.

All of the girls come out of the salon at the same time at the end of each day, and Katya likes so much to watch them. Trixie is a head taller than everybody else and there are cute little wisps of hair escaping her ponytail to frame her round, lovely face. She’s laughing with one of her colleagues, her mouth open so wide that Katya can see all of her back teeth even from the other side of the street. When Trixie turns around and sees the car she gives Katya a small wave and comes across the street with a little bounce in her step, her ponytail swishing behind her. Katya picks up the Del Taco bag from the seat so that Trixie can sit down, and hands it to her once she has her seatbelt fastened.

“Oh, my god. I literally love you. Thank you. Hi.” Trixie is always starving when she gets off work and she begins rummaging through the bag right away.

Katya starts the engine and the car rumbles to life beneath them. “Hello, hi, hello, how are you, how was your day?”

“It was just okay. That WASP woman came in again, you remember from last month?” Katya hums a small noise of confirmation. “She won’t let anybody else wash her hair. I had to do it, even though I told her that I’m a senior fuckin’ stylist.” Trixie stuffs a handful of fries in her mouth and chews politely, swallows them down before she finishes talking. “I’m supposed to supervise and delegate.”

“Uh-huh,” Katya says. “Trixie, honey, you gotta stop trying to convince people that you’re a top.”

Trixie shrieks and strains against her seatbelt like she wants to lunge across the centre console and finally throttle Katya. Her mascara is coming off in little flakes underneath her eyes, and the pink tip of her nose is showing through her foundation. She’s tired, Katya knows, and she’d love to go home and sink into a warm bath, her skin made slippery and soft by all of the special products she puts into the water. Instead she’s here, in Katya’s beat-up old car, already rummaging through the shoebox of cassettes in the passenger footwell.

She chooses Kate Bush, and she has another couple of tapes picked out for when this one finishes that she’s keeping tucked underneath her thigh like she thinks Katya might take them from her. Trixie fishes around in the glove compartment for a pencil and sticks it through the sprocket to wind the tape back to the start, the tip of her tongue just poking out because she’s concentrating so hard.

After she’s done and the staticky voices of Dan Brandenstein and NASA fill the car, Trixie offers Katya one of her crinkle cut fries. Katya munches on it cheerfully while she checks her mirrors and pulls out of their parking spot. Trixie is eating her veggie burrito with one hand and taking the scrunchie out of her hair with the other.

Katya hasn’t yet grown tired of Trixie’s whole post-work routine. After she’s done eating, Trixie wriggles out of her black blouse and slacks in the passenger seat. She had left a change of clothes for herself neatly folded on top of her suitcase, and Katya had let herself in to Trixie’s apartment with her spare key earlier today to collect everything. She saw a pepto-bismol Post-it tacked to the door of the refrigerator to remind Trixie’s roommate, Kim, that she needs to give the chinchilla food and fresh water every day that Trixie is away. Katya likes Trixie’s writing, how she dots the i in Kim’s name with a little heart. Her own is scrawling and messy as chicken scratch.

It isn’t a graceful production for Trixie to get dressed again, and Katya focuses very hard on the road ahead so Trixie doesn’t get all embarrassed and grumpy. She doesn’t put her boots on after she’s dressed, instead propping her feet up on the dash in their wool socks. She pushes her toes against the glass of the windshield until they crack and she moans loudly. Katya is so grateful that Trixie comes with her at all for these trips, and especially after ten hours on her feet.

After some time spent massaging her arches and groaning, Trixie takes her iPad out of her backpack and starts scrolling around in their shared Google document. They’ve been researching and collecting information. Katya has been reading everything she can get her hands on and making notes for Trixie, highlighting the parts that she thinks are especially interesting.

“You know,” Trixie says, and taps two fingers against her chin. “This might be the first time that I kinda believe in the thing that we’re looking for.”

Katya turns her head for just a moment to glance at Trixie. The sun is setting on Katya’s left, and she likes the idea of Trixie looking back at her and seeing the sky peach-pink and luminous behind her. “You do?”

“Yeah! Bigfoot is meat and bone, Katya.”

She sounds so emphatic that Katya laughs out loud, a small sharp thing that reverberates around the inside of the car for long enough that she almost winds down the window again to let it back out. That would be less than wise; it’s raining. And it’s begun to get dark. Katya doesn’t like driving very much, likes it even less in these conditions. When it’s sunny and dry and warm, she will hold the wheel down at six in just one hand and rest the other on the window frame or sometimes along the back of Trixie’s seat. Tonight she has a firm grip with both hands and she’s focusing so hard on the road she keeps catching herself leaning forward.

“I know this,” Katya says. “I didn’t think that you did. I was super ready to have to persuade you with all my extensive and incredibly scientific and — Trixie, and — one hundred percent factual research.”

Trixie has elongated in the seat as they’ve been driving. She’s reclined it way back and she still has her feet propped up on the dash. The blood is definitely not reaching them correctly, and when she gets out of the car later she’s going to whine and hop around like a little sparrow until her circulation comes back. She has the iPad resting against the slope of her thighs and she scrolls back up to the top of the document again.

“Like how the earliest recorded sightings are from the fifteenth century? And how lots of cultures have different names for the same idea? Hmm? Those facts?”

“Those are facts!” Katya starts, and then sees Trixie right at the edge of her vision, barely suppressing a smirk. Her cheeks have hollowed with the effort and her eyes are wide. “Wow, I hate you so much.”

Trixie reads a little more of their research out loud, like Katya wasn’t the one who compiled all of it. Like she hasn’t already drafted her tweets for later with the most important details. She hardly minds; she likes the way Trixie’s voice sounds. She’s turned the volume down on the cassette player a bit, so that she can tell Katya about how there have been sightings in almost every state, how that lends credence to the idea that Bigfoot is a species, rather than a singular creature.

“Well yeah, honey. You look in the mirror lately?”

Trixie screams and drums her heels against the dashboard, squirming around in her seat. Katya’s laughing too, and she relaxes her grip on the steering wheel a bit. Just having Trixie next to her in the car always makes her feel safer, which doesn’t make any sense at all because she has on more than one occasion lunged across the centre console and put her hands around Katya’s throat while they’ve been driving.

“That’s so mean. You’re so mean. I can’t believe I’m friends with you.” She’s taken her sunglasses off now that it’s gotten darker, and she folds the legs in neatly and puts them away in their pink case, stows it in the glove compartment.

Katya grins. “Well, I am a cryptid hunter. I’m one of the few people that believe you exist. So you don’t really have another option.”

“Okay, I got it, thanks so much,” Trixie says.

She gets into a bit of a snit and draws her legs up onto her seat, folds them beneath herself instead. There’s only twenty more minutes or so until they get to where they’re going, so Katya leaves her to work through it by herself in furious silence. It’s unkind to provoke her after a long work day. Katya should have known better; she does know better.

“Hey,” she says, after a handful of minutes in which she has to be very careful not to turn her head towards Trixie. “You’re very pretty.”

“I know.” It comes out sharp, but then her face softens into a smile. She uncrosses her arms and stretches them up above her head, as high as the roof of the Wrangler will let her.

They’re driving along the main street through the town now. Even in the dark and the rain it’s pretty cute, the street lined with trees and low, single-storey buildings. Behind them, the mountains sweep upward so steeply that it makes Katya dizzy when she leans forward towards the windshield to try and see the top.

“This place is kinda charming. If you’re into like, mildew and cheap beer,” Trixie says.

Katya swings a right into the parking lot of the motel and cuts the engine. “You know those are my two main interests. You think we’ll have time to go apartment hunting while we’re here?”

“Since when do you want to live like a person?” Trixie lifts both eyebrows. She always looks so pleased with herself whenever she gets a chance to tease Katya, and her mouth is turned up at the corners so the dimple in her left cheek is more pronounced. “We’ll get you a nice tarp and an extra pair of wool socks.”

“Oh wow, two pairs? A life of true decadence.”

Trixie doesn’t respond; she’s begun rummaging in her footwell, collecting all of her belongings. It usually takes less than five minutes of her being in Katya’s car before her stuff is scattered everywhere, but she is always courteous, always careful to take everything with her when she gets out. While she’s occupied, Katya jumps down without using the step and rounds the front of the Jeep to open Trixie’s door for her and offer her a hand. She doesn’t need it — she’s taller than Katya is — but she never refuses.

“We can’t stay someplace nice?” Trixie says, looking over the top of Katya’s head. The red neon Vacancy sign is making her face look warm and pink and sweet. “Just one time?”

“You wanna pay?” Katya says back.

Trixie squawks in distaste and Katya leaves her there, leaning against the side of the Wrangler and shifting her weight in agitation while the blood comes back into her feet. She gets their luggage out of the trunk and takes everything inside, Trixie trailing a few paces behind with just her little pink backpack.

Katya is the kind of person who says thank you to Siri whenever she asks a question, and Trixie is the kind of person who giggles at her every time for doing it. Because of this, Katya is always the one to speak with the person at the front desk and smile politely and collect their room keys, while Trixie busies herself a few feet away. She thumbs through the racks of leaflets advertising things to do in the surrounding area. Almost all of it is Bigfoot-adjacent, and Trixie certainly won’t find anything interesting enough to make her actually pick one out.

The moment they get into their room, Trixie unzips her suitcase and heads straight for the bathroom with a thing of Clorox wipes. She does this every time, and Katya can hear her singing cheerfully to herself while she scrubs the sink or whatever, so she leaves her to it. It gives her a minute to stretch out after the drive. Katya sits down right on the floor, even though it will make Trixie click her tongue in disgust, and moves easily through a few simple poses.

It feels good; she likes the way that it kind of burns when she pushes her hip flexors as far as she can. Her hair is spilling down all over her face and getting into her eyes, and she has a red scrunchie around her wrist but she doesn’t want to shift out of downward-facing dog to tie it up. After a couple minutes her legs start tingling and she brings them down and sits up, gathers as much of her hair up as she can. It only skims the top of her shoulders and it always wants to fall down and stick in sweaty tendrils to her cheeks and neck.

“Get off the floor,” Trixie says when she comes out of the bathroom. “You’re gonna get hepatitis.”

Katya lifts her head from her plow pose to look at Trixie. “I think that would be very sexy of me. Will you nurse me, Trixie? Will you tenderly pat my forehead with a cool facecloth?”

“I’ll smother you with a pillow.”

Sweat is beginning to prickle between Katya’s shoulder blades and make her back feel all itchy and unpleasant. She flops down flat onto the floor and Trixie steps carefully over her and sits herself primly on the end of one of the twin beds. She has a way of always, immediately, making the places they stay feel more like home. It’s not like she brings a bunch of scented candles, although Katya doesn’t doubt that she would if she thought she could get away with it. Just her presence in a space is enough to make it feel warmer and cosier and more pink.

Everything in Trixie’s suitcase is organised carefully into packing cubes, and when Katya opens her duffel and things start falling out onto the ground Trixie sighs loudly. Katya rummages around until she finds her dopp kit and she holds it aloft, victorious.

“I’m gonna shower. I am feeling extremely gross from the drive.”

“You’re extremely gross from who you are as a person.” Trixie has taken her boots off and wriggled up the bed so that she’s leaning against the headboard now. Her hair is a bit matted at the back from their long drive, and her makeup is smudged and wearing away. “I’m gonna call and check in with Orville.”

Katya’s knees both crack loudly when she straightens up and she winces. “Cool. Say hello to our son from me.”

“He’s not your son, Cruella,” Trixie fires back at her before Katya closes the bathroom door.

The spray from the showerhead is lacklustre, and Trixie is definitely going to be unhappy about that when she washes her hair tomorrow. It makes Katya laugh just thinking about it and some of the water gets into her mouth.

Freshly dressed, she comes out of the bathroom to see Trixie laying on her stomach on her bed, grinning at the screen of her phone. She’s on FaceTime, and Kim has propped her own phone up against the chinchilla’s cage so that Trixie can watch Orville eat. Katya likes that Trixie doesn’t stop her soft voice or her goofy smile when she comes into the room. She leans down over Trixie to put her face in the frame as well. When Trixie first announced one day that she was going to get a chinchilla and dragged Katya to the pet store to help carry everything, she hadn’t really understood the appeal. She gets it now. Orville sits on his hind legs and holds a grass pellet in his front paws to nibble at delicately, and Katya and Trixie watch him eat.

Katya had been with Trixie the day she got Orville from the rescue center. She’d been the one to drive back to Trixie’s apartment, and she’s pretty sure that was the closest she’ll ever come in her life to the feeling of driving home from the hospital with a newborn in the car seat. Trixie had cradled the carrier in both arms and sung softly to the chinchilla, so that he could get used to her voice. Now he’s inquisitive and goofy, and he likes to ride around on Katya’s shoulder whenever she’s over at Trixie’s place.

After a little while, Kim comes back into frame and tells them she has to hang up now but that she’ll check in later, before she goes to bed. “You’re a really good dad,” Katya says, and then darts rapidly off the bed and out of range so that Trixie can’t smack her.

She sits up and gathers all of her hair up off her neck in both hands, rolls her head on her shoulders. “You’re his dad. I’m a MILF. Can we get snacks?”

“Really?” Katya sits at the end of her own bed to start putting her Docs back on. “Watching him eat those nasty-ass dried-up pellets made you hungry, Trix?”

“No, being in a confined space with you for multiple hours made me hungry. Come on, there’s a gas station down the street.”

Katya trots obediently along behind Trixie on their way to the gas station. She looks like a confection, like something made of fondant or marzipan. She’s totally out of place in a town like this. It’s still raining, and it’s hovering right around forty degrees. Trixie’s wearing a white down jacket and she’s got her hands shoved inside the pockets and her chin tucked into the neck of the coat. When she put it on Katya told her she looked like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man and she stuck her tongue out.

“Trixie, you know, you really shouldn’t dress like a snack when we’re out looking for enormous carnivorous beasts.” Katya quickens her pace to catch up to Trixie and hooks her arm through hers.

Trixie scoffs. “He’s not carnivorous, is he? Has there been one single confirmed report of a Bigfoot attacking a person? Ever?”

“Well no, but-”

“Mhmm.” Trixie stops them walking in front of the door to the gas station and Katya lets go of her arm so she can open it and hold it for Trixie.

Inside, several people turn to look at them. Trixie reaches blindly behind herself and circles her wrist until Katya takes her hand and allows herself to be led over to the snack aisle. She likes how every decision Trixie makes is properly considered, how she bends at the waist to assess their options before she picks anything out. She passes things to Katya one at a time for her to hold, until she’s satisfied. She started with the biggest thing of Skittles the store carries, which Katya is cradling against her stomach while she waits. Katya follows Trixie over to the registers and dumps everything out on the counter; a Red Bull can starts rolling and Trixie catches it as it drops off the edge and sets it down securely again.

“You girls in town for the squatch?” the older man at the register asks as he starts ringing them up. His gaze lingers on Trixie for a little while. She unzipped her jacket because it’s warm in the store, and underneath she’s wearing a pink roll neck sweater. She doesn’t much look like a typical amateur cryptozoologist.

It makes her let out a small disgruntled noise and she wanders away a bit. Katya bounces on her toes a couple times and clasps her hands together. “We sure are! You got any insider information?”

“Just don’t getcha selves lost in the forest,” he sighs. “Bring plenty’a supplies, water, nineteen forty-seven, and cell phones don’t work so you need’a use short-wave radio.”

Katya blinks at him a couple times and then says Oh! and rummages in the back pocket of her pants for her wallet. It was a gift from Trixie a few years back and the leather has been made soft and buttery with use. Inside, there’s a Polaroid of the two of them. They’re at the beach in it, Trixie in a vintage one piece and an enormous straw sunhat. Katya’s wearing a bikini with a shark print and she’s tucked beneath the brim of Trixie’s hat, leaning in to kiss her cheek. It sends a little sting of pleasure through her each time she sees it; Trixie had gifted the wallet to her with the photograph already inside.

“Here you go,” she says cheerfully, and hands the guy her card to swipe. “We’ve got radios and rations, don’t worry. We’ve put some thought into this. I guess you guys must have folks getting themselves stuck and needing rescued all the time, huh?”

The guy makes a gruff noise and passes her the receipt to sign. She can feel Trixie’s eyes on her, feel how she’s itching to get out of here. Trixie uses all of her reserves of small talk for her job and generally doesn’t enjoy engaging with people outside of work. Katya is honoured that Trixie feels comfortable enough with her to be grouchy and quiet, that it doesn’t drain her energy when they spend time together.

“You ever see any signs yourself?” Katya asks the clerk as he’s packing up their stuff. He passes the paper bag over to her and she holds it against her chest in both arms and waits for an answer.

The guy gestures behind himself to a few blurry photographs tacked up on a corkboard with push pins in different colours. “You hear about that hoax that was uncovered over in Bluff Creek?” He says it like that wasn’t almost twenty years ago, and Katya nods enthusiastically.

“I did!” She listens as he tells her to check out the museum in town, and that they should be careful not to find themselves in the forest after dark. He’s growing more and more animated as Katya lets him ramble, and she has to shift the weight of the grocery bag to her other arm.

Trixie has circumnavigated the store while she’s waited for Katya to get done talking to the guy, and she comes back to touch her fingers to Katya’s bent elbow and say her name very quietly and urgently. When they first met, Katya repeated Trixie’s name back to her and cracked it in half over her knee like a glow stick, and Trixie added an extra syllable to hers. Kah-tee-yuh. She likes the way that it sounds, especially when Trixie is getting annoyed or whiny.

“Okay, just a minute,” she says back calmly, as if she were trying to placate a child.

Katya thanks the guy at the register again and gestures with her head for Trixie to lead the way out of the store. She’s getting kind of stompy, so Katya trails a couple of steps behind on the way back to the motel. Trixie’s hands are balled into fists at her sides, but she’ll be okay once she eats a few Oreos and changes into her pajamas.

In their room, Katya unpacks the grocery bag and lays everything out on the dresser while Trixie changes in the bathroom. She likes pottering around and listening to the water running and the quiet hum of Trixie’s toothbrush, likes how Trixie’s face is bright and gleaming with lotion when she comes out.

“Par-tay,” Katya says, and shakes the bag of Skittles in Trixie’s direction.

She wrinkles her nose and collects a couple things to take with her when she gets beneath the sheets. Hers is the bed furthest away from the door, like always, and she props herself up against the headboard. Great clouds of freshly brushed-out curls cascade over her shoulders. Her hair is very soft; Katya knows this from the handful of times Trixie has gotten frustrated trying to do her own french braids and had Katya do them for her instead. Katya thinks she looks sort of like an earthworm, pink and shiny and moist, but knows better than to ever say that out loud.

“Hey, you know, that’s very Bigfoot of you,” she says as she comes over to sit on her own bed across from Trixie’s.

Trixie has arranged the various packages of junk food neatly across the sheets, in order of size from smallest to largest. She does the same thing with gifts, Katya remembers from her birthdays and that one Christmas neither of them could afford to go home and they spent the day on Trixie’s couch watching movies and eating until they were too bloated and uncomfortable to move.

“What is?”

“Arranging stuff all orderly like that.” Katya isn’t beneath the sheets yet, she’ll go out for a last cigarette, but she does reach down to unlace her boots. “You want me to go find you some rocks to stack?”

“I want you to never talk to me again,” Trixie says sweetly, and she rips open her Oreos and gets right to work twisting the cookies in opposite directions to separate the sandwich.

It doesn’t seem like the best idea to eat a whole bunch of sugar right before bed. Katya wants them to be up early to make the most of the daylight and she knows Trixie’s going to grumble, even though she’ll get at least an extra hour of sleep. Katya likes getting to wake Trixie with the wet ends of her hair dripping and her body pleasantly sore from a run, likes watching her come all grumpy and confused into the day. She is not about to tell Trixie to take it easy with the snacks, especially when she looks so cute munching on her cookies.

“I’m gonna go smoke,” Katya says, and Trixie makes a noncommittal noise.

She gathers her lighter and the pack of Camels from the pocket of her jacket and heads out the door of their room. They have a little patio area in the front with two Adirondack chairs and a small table and she settles herself down to light a cigarette. If she turns her head she can look in their window through the gap in the voile panels and see Trixie, scrolling through her phone and still eating.

They’re not far enough away from civilisation that she can see all of the stars, but there are way more than in the city. It’s so beautiful and so still, the rain coming down much lighter now. Katya likes the noises of the frogs very much. She would like to stay out here in her chair and listen to them until time stands still, and then maybe a little longer after that.

Her hair got damp again when they were walking back to the motel and she takes it down from the scrunchie so it can dry off a bit. It’s not even close enough to being warm enough for her to sit out like this, and she regrets not wearing a jacket. For a little while Katya inspects her own arm, fascinated by the way all of the blonde hairs are standing on end and how her skin feels like it’s on too tight.

After a while the light goes out in the room behind her. Katya isn’t usually the last one awake, but she really likes the idea of tiptoeing around and doing her best not to wake Trixie, maybe sneaking glances over at her. She’s on her second cigarette, and she’s trying so so hard, but she’s barely smoked at all today and she’s so content in the moment that she doesn’t want to go inside just yet. They’re so lucky to do this. She is so lucky, to have a best friend who will come along with her on these trips and take pictures and listen to her rambling and be the person she gets to turn to and say did you see that?

Their room faces away from the main street and she can almost make out the shape of the mountains. They seem much closer than she knows they really are, a huge hulking mass of deeper, more solid darkness. A little shiver goes through her thinking about how Bigfoot could be up there right now, maybe peering down, watching the lit end of her cigarette weave around in the dark like a firefly.

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Some Useful Tips For International Travel During Pandemic

Some Useful Tips For International Travel During Pandemic

Glad to share my travel experience from London, Heathrow to Bhopal via Mumbai along with my family in phase 4 of the #VandeBharatMission repatriation flight. I am thankful to High Commission of India in London and Air-India and for making this happen.

The purpose of this blog is to help international passengers who are travelling to India from overseas by Vandey Bharat Mission and special charter flights. I hope you enjoy this blog, and it is very useful for international travellers. If you need any further clarifications please feel free to contact me!!

Some Mandatory Pre-Travel Steps To Be Performed By International Passengers

You have to book your tickets immediately as and when booking starts. Please note, seats are very limited and available only on first come first serve basis. All repatriation flights tickets are non-refundable and non-reschedulable so to book it very wisely  

You have to register with the High Commission of India, London [Refer Link Below]

You have to register pre-departure information card for #VBM flights [Refer Link Below]

Online Web check-in and pre-declaration form is mandatory, 48 hrs before to the flight’s departure

You have to apply online ePass online of your state [Refer Link Below]

Arogya Setu App is mandatory, and must be downloaded in advance on your mobile. Every individual passenger needs to download this App on his/her mobile except kids age below 10 years

You’ve to register for the Arogya Setu App for that you require Indian number. Pls don’t get panicked, if you don’t have Indian sim, you will get it directly at the destination airport by paying 500 Rs

Advance booking of a taxi is mandatory otherwise you will chase some difficulties at the airport, and will not be allowed the exit clearance. Please note that the Taxi number and driver details you booked in the deceleration form and in the ePass must be the same, and it will be validated by the airport staff

Before Boarding The Flight !!

All passengers were screened in London, Heathrow airport at the boarding gate and those who have any symptoms would be put in quarantine facility in the UK. Before boarding, there is a temperature check done and a seal placed on our passes. The flight personnel are in full PPE gear. On each seat there are two snack boxes and a packet with face shield, mask and hand sanitiser sachets. There is no in-flight entertainment. The flight was full, and there were no vacant seats. It is advisable to carry your home-cooked food while travelling and to avoid the food provided in the international sector. A hand sanitizer of less than 100 ml can be carried and must be in your pocket, so to keep your hands sanitized properly on frequent intervals. In case, if you are travelling along with kids it is better to prefer a window seat for children.

Steps To Be Followed Before Landing

Passport, Visa, eTickets, Pre-Departure and Declarations forms print-out ready in hand for verification

Boarding pass will be issued at the counter after passport, visa and e-ticket verification

Baggage Drop-off (2 pieces of 23 kg allowed by Air India #VBM Repatriation Flights. And a maximum of 7 kg cabin-bag permissible. Laptops bag and iPad are not allowed separately, Lady hand-purse or Baby pushchair are allowed in the aircraft, check with your airlines before boarding)

Health Check-up declaration form to be filled and verified by the airport staff members

You have to go through Security Check-in

Have undergone Health Check-up and Temperature recording before boarding the aircraft

A face mask is mandatory and must wear all the time at the airport

You have to wear Corona Kit and face-shield before entering the aircraft

Steps To Be Followed After Landing

Health Check-up and Temperature recording after landing at the destination airport

Arogya Setu App status must be in GREEN, and it will be checked by airport security team

Health and Hotel form acknowledgement to be filled in case you don’t have pre-approvals and prior declarations in advance

Immigration Clearance process to be followed

Baggage collection, and Custom clearance

Indian Sim card collection in order to register Arogya Setu App

Hotels booking to be selected according to your personal preference for intuitional quarantine. In case, if you do not have hometown quarantine approvals or NOC’s.

Exit clearance, NOC will be provided by home state-officers that you’ve applied and travelling to

It is to be noted, that NO international passengers are allowed to continue their travel by domestic flights. They will have to travel by road only via taxi to their home states. Advance taxi booking document are mandatory in any case.

Institutional and Home quarantine will be followed in your hometown after getting approvals

After landing at Mumbai international airport, it took hardly 90 minutes to complete all formalities including immigration clearance, baggage collection, medical check-up, temperature recording and other required formalities. It is advisable to get approvals in advance, so there’s no need to stand in long queues at the airport and it helps in smooth clearance process, this would off-course save your time and efforts. 

A special approval for hometown quarantine will be given by the state authorities depending on the documents you provide. However, authorities allow you to permit the hometown quarantine process only on the basis of medical emergency in the family, or in case travelling along with kids, pregnant women, senior citizens, condolence visit in the family, visa expiry, deport or exit cases.

Steps To Be Followed After Reaching Hometown

You have to inform your local Chief Medical Officers [CMHO’s] immediately on your arrival for institutional quarantine

In case of any health issues, please report immediately and do not hesitate to contact CMHO

A two-week mandatory quarantine process will be followed by every individual who is travelling internationally. It includes seven days Institutional Quarantine in hotels, and seven days home quarantine

You will not be required to undergo any medical test after completion of your quarantine period.

As far as possible, avoid international travels at this time of pandemic unless there’s grave emergency

Important Registration Links

https://mapit.gov.in/covid-19/  [ePass Link]

https://www.facebook.com/IndiaInUK/ [High Commission of India, London]

https://www.facebook.com/AirIndia [Repatriation Flights Details and Schedule]

https://ota.airindia.in/vandebharat/PassengerHealthUndertaking.aspx  [Web Check-in]

http://www.airindia.in/r1landingpage.htm [Repatriation Flight Booking & Declaration]

https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScJ4YG8EXWELiyajS3lHVSUpOKkCTW2s95ghuUG_9jiy6merg/viewform [Pre-Departure Information Card Vandey Bharat Mission]

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→Convertir Un Formato De Archivo Audio Gratuitamente Mp3 Wav Ogg Amr Flac Aac Mp4 M4a

AIFF MP3 Converter konvertuje soubory AIFF do MP3 a MP3 do AIFF. To transform songs at the moment in your iTunes library, open the software program and find the Preferences menu from the iTunes dropdown on a Mac or Edit dropdown on a Windows computer. Next, click the Common tab, then discover the Import Settings in the decrease section of the Preferences window. After that, click the dropdown subsequent to Import Using, choose the format and click on OKAY to save lots of that import format as the default setting. iTunes allows for batch changing, so the ultimate step is to pick out all of the recordsdata you wish to convert, click the File menu, then choose Convert and click on on Create MP3 Version. If you happen to selected a distinct output format, it displays that format slightly than MP3. An important choice for converting AIFF to MP3 on Mac (newly macOS 10.14 Mojave included) is iSkysoft iMedia Converter Deluxe This app helps you to convert video and audio in AVI, MKV, MP4, MOV, AIFF, MP3, WMA, WAV all with outstanding ease. Additionally count on super fast conversion thanks to the newest NVIDIA encoding and decoding expertise-giving you fast conversion with loss-much less file high quality. And you are able to convert multiple recordsdata in a single batch, saving time. FYI, this all-in-one video converter also enables you to customise audio output settings together with bit fee, i.e, if you wish to smaller your file, you can decrease down the bit charge and other settings.

Select the "MP3 to AIFF" tab in program major interface (default), click on "Add MP3 Audio" button to pick source MP3 recordsdata, you'll be able to add lot of MP3 information one time, after click "Convert to AIFF" button, you need choice one folder as the output folder, then program will convert your MP3 audio information to AIFF audio format one-by-one. As the identify suggests, it's an online changing device used to transform information from one format to a different that you just like. It helps conversion from an enormous record of file codecs together with and may convert audio, video, eBooks, paperwork, archive, photos and so on from one format to other. You can too convert AIFF to MP3. MP3 is one audio compressed know-how, which is specially designed for lowering audio data quantity significantly. On this respect, AIFF file is believed to much bigger in contrast with MP3. All the same, these AIFF audio files uncompressed could have slightly better audio quality than the compressed audio information like MP3 files. Alternatively, MP3 file format that can be broadly utilized in all kinds of audio players. So if you want to carry your wishes of taking part in AIFF recordsdata smoothly on many cellular gadgets into impact, then chances are you'll have to convert AIFF to MP3 first. Most of AIFF information are uncompressed pulse-code modulation, which occupies much more disk space than lossy codecs like MP3. AIFF-C or AIFC is a type of compressed AIFF format and has numerous compression codecs. The file extension for an AIFF file format isaiff oraif. An AIFF file can store metadata in its totally different chunks, like Common chunk, Comment chunk, Name chunk, www.audio-transcoder.com Annotation chunk, and Author chunk. We strongly suggest utilizing the downloadable audio converter packages in our comparison, like Swap or Audials Tunebite , to ensure your recordsdata aren't at risk. Utilizing a desktop application fully removes the concern of information privacy as a result of the file by no means leaves your laptop until you need it to. We downloaded every program we tested and noticed no indicators of adware or extra malicious software within the downloaded file. When it's essential to convert AIFF to MP3 on iPhone or iPad, you should use iConv audio converter to transcode the audio files as a substitute. What is more important, the program is ready to keep the unique audio high quality and regulate the specify video bitrate, arbitrary decision, audio bitrate, codec and so forth. On the downside, it's essential to have a quick Internet connection. Remember that AIFF files are large and you want to add the file to the web conversion service. That's why that you must have a very good and steady Internet connection to upload the file.The tips will sh you how to step-by-step convert AIFF to MP3 with the highly effective AIFF to MP3 converter software. is a web-based changing tool that can be used to convert AIFF information to MP3 format. It could actually additionally convert recordsdata to WAV, OGG, M4A, AAC, MP4, and WMA. That is an internet program, so you needn't obtain any dedicated program to make use of to the tool.I talked to the senior audio software program engineer accountable for Switch and asked him why it is best to pay for conversion software program. He instructed me, Reliability, stability and high quality." He identified that NCH Software program has continually up to date and improved Change for more than 20 years, and each time a brand new model is released, it passes by a wide range of intensive inner testing procedures." If you're severe in regards to the quality of your music assortment and other audio files, it is price spending a few bucks to make sure the software program would not impart unwanted artifacts or noise in the course of the conversion process.

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Ffmpeg Convert Aiff To Mp3. GitHub

AIFF MP3 Converter konvertuje soubory AIFF do MP3 a MP3 do AIFF. To transform songs presently in your iTunes library, open the software program and find the Preferences menu from the iTunes dropdown on a Mac or Edit dropdown on a Windows laptop. Next, click the Normal tab, then find the Import Settings in the lower part of the Preferences window. After that, click on the dropdown next to Import Using, select the format and click on OKAY to avoid wasting that import format because the default setting. iTunes allows for http://www.audio-transcoder.com batch changing, so the final step is to pick all the information you need to convert, click on the File menu, then choose Convert and click on on Create MP3 Model. If you happen to selected a unique output format, it shows that format rather than MP3. Do your eyes cross when you see all of the audio format options to select from in the Bandcamp download menu? The good news is you can DJ with all of them, but every file sort offers different audio resolution, file measurement, and software compatibility. Here's an easy breakdown of audio file types particularly for DJs, including how rather more you'll be able to count on to pay if you wish to step up from MP3s.

Will it ever be attainable to do what I described in the first paragraph? As I mentioned, not with typical laptop expertise. Neural networks, although, are another matter. Most small child can hear a piece of complex music and pick the individuals singing words, and hear the individual devices (or sections of the same instrument taking part in the identical notes) from the combination - even if they don't know the names of the instruments, they will still hear that the tones made by a flute sound very totally different from those made by a violin, which in flip are totally different from those made by an electric guitar with high distortion or fuzz results. Moreover, the kid does this in actual time, and would not have to think about performing Fast-Fourier Transforms and other complicated math analyses on the analog audio waveforms coming into their brains via the cochlear nerves of their interior ears in response to vibrations of their eardrums. Because the name suggests, it's an online changing instrument used to transform recordsdata from one format to a different that you simply like. It helps conversion from a huge listing of file formats together with and may convert audio, video, eBooks, paperwork, archive, photographs and so forth from one format to other. You may as well convert AIFF to MP3. However picture codecs such asAI andEPS, or sound formats such asMID andMUS, do not comprise actual picture or sound information, however moderately the commands wanted to generate them. AnEPS of a sketch of the Mona Lisa would have the actual curves of the sketch in a format that the pc understands and might display to the person. The pc can manipulate every curve independently, even the place it overlaps different curves, without disturbing them. Likewise, a MIDI file of the Fifth Symphony has tracks or channels for each of the instruments, and the notes and velocities and other instructions for every of these in a means the computer understands and might manipulate. You may change the person notes of a person instrument with out affecting the opposite sounds that happen throughout the identical time. You'll be able to't try this with aWAV orMP3. I noticed a tweet right this moment from @drthomasho to @gardenglen saying he was having trouble figuring out easy methods to switch anAIFF file, which he recorded with our iTalk Recorder app , to MP3 format. MP3 Mac Converter might help import audio to MP3 device like iPad, iPod, iPhone, convert large aiff to mp3 online Apple TV, PSP, BlackBerry, Creative Zen, iRiver, Zune, Palm, Cell Cellphone etc on Mac. AIFF stands for Audio Interchange File Format and it is a lossless format meant to stream several audio tracks from the computer to a dedicated software. Easily convert your AIFF files to MP3 format by importing them under. Conversion to MP3 will begin automatically. When you will have some AIFF files solely, you won't have to contemplate in regards to the MP3 quality. As for the case, you can use Zamzar instead. It's a in style file converter online website, which turn AIFF file to a MP3 audio file with ease. But you are not in a position to customise the parameters for the output MP3 file. Pattern Fee: Select the sample fee: 8000 Hz, 11025 Hz, 22050 Hz, 44100 Hz and 48000 Hz. Similar to bit price, changing sample charge adjustments filesize. 44100 Hz (44.1 kHz) and 48000 Hz (48 kHz) are the standard ones. No tech data required. Intuitive interface makes it straightforward for everyone to be the grasp of audio conversions. When you do not know what bit price or frequency to choose the wizard of this system will routinely set essentially the most applicable. The tips will sh you easy methods to step by step convert AIFF to MP3 with the highly effective AIFF to MP3 converter software. is a web-based changing device that can be utilized to transform AIFF files to MP3 format. It may possibly additionally convert files to WAV, OGG, M4A, AAC, MP4, and WMA. This is an internet program, so you needn't download any dedicated program to use to the software. I talked to the senior audio software engineer in charge of Switch and requested him why it is best to pay for conversion software. He told me, Reliability, stability and www.goodreads.com high quality." He identified that NCH Software has consistently up to date and improved Swap for greater than 20 years, and each time a brand new model is released, it passes by way of a wide range of intensive internal testing procedures." If you're critical in regards to the high quality of your music collection and different audio recordsdata, it is value spending a few bucks to make sure the software does not impart undesirable artifacts or noise in the course of the conversion course of.

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Hey! I’m just starting college for graphic design. Do you have any tips or advice to share?

HELLO AND CONGRATS ON PICKING THE BEST POSSIBLE MAJOR

So here are the essentials of the experience I took away from design school (a lot of this is repurposed from this ask from like 100 years ago):

Use this as practice for the real world:This experience may vary from program to program, but in my design program they didn’t treat us like students. It was like the teachers were the art directors at a design firm and we were their designers. Homework didn’t feel like homework. It felt like a job. I haven’t felt like a student since I graduated high school, and that’s really good preparation for the professional world.Teach yourself:The thing about working with design software programs is that they’re really complicated and powerful so it’s hard to actually sit down and teach an entire class how to use them, so we had to teach ourselves a lot of this stuff. I’m almost entirely self-taught when it comes to Adobe programs, as are a lot of people from my program. That’s a really good thing, in my opinion. Again, it’s very good preparation for the professional world.

You will be tired:Design school was VERY HARD PHYSICALLY for me, but the intensity of a person’s experience in design school depends entirely on the program they enroll in. I went to a design school that’s infamous for the difficulty of the program. Junior and senior year I would be pulling all-nighters EVERY WEEK OF THE SEMESTER, FROM THE FIRST WEEK OF THE SEMESTER. This is no exaggeration. For two straight years, I needed to think of my days as 48-hour periods, rather than 24-hour periods, because the volume of work was just that great. I lost 30 lbs in undergrad and was always sick and anxious and was in therapy twice a week because it’s very intense, but also I am OBSESSED with graphic design and loved every minute even though I also thought I was dying the entire time!!

BEING A GRAPHIC DESIGN STUDENT IS SUPER EXPENSIVE:Again, may vary depending on the program. But in my program we had to produce hand-made comps of all of our print work. Paper and printing is expensive as fuck, especially for ambitious one-off student stuff. A lot of us opted to buy our own large-format printers and keep them in our apartments to avoid paying out the nose for school printing. And if you don’t want to depend on school lab hours, you need a computer, Adobe programs (I sprung for Creative Cloud), and, in my program, an iPad was an absolute requirement. It’s SO. EXPENSIVE.

The difference between majoring in graphic design vs fine art:I originally went to art school for fine art before I discovered graphic design. I studied fine art in Rome. I love fine art. I just love graphic design A LOT MORE and that’s because the real purpose of graphic design is COMMUNICATION. Fine art is subjective, whereas graphic design is problem solving. It’s way more intellectually stimulating, in my opinion. Yes, there are always tons of different ways to solve a design problem, but there are also wrong answers to design problems. You don’t have the crutch of subjectivity to lean on with design. I LOVE THAT.

SO WITH ALL OF THAT AS CONTEXT, MY ADVICE IS:

MAKE SURE YOU SLEEP. If you sleep, you’ll work faster and smarter, and you won’t get sick. I did not do this in school, and I was physically and mentally breaking down at least twice a week, and I wasn’t designing to the best of my ability. 

ACCEPT CRITIQUE Remember that you’re there to learn, and that everyone is in the same boat as you are!

BUILD REFERENCE LIBRARIES for inspiration, for education, etc. I personally like to use Pinterest to keep track of strong branding, layouts, typography, etc. I refer to these reference boards daily at work and am always adding to them!

GET A LYNDA.COM SUBSCRIPTION Lynda is a LIFE SAVER. It has tons of online courses in the Adobe programs, coding, project management, EVERYTHING. It’s literally how I learned every program I use every day at work. I still use Lynda for my job. I’m on there at least once a week. There’s even a student subscription rate! My design program actually had a group subscription for all its students, so see if yours does too!

JOIN THE AIGA (American Institute of Graphic Arts) It’s a professional organization for graphic designers and it’s really worth being a member. You get access to their mentor/mentee program (where you can pair up with an experienced designer), you have access to job boards, industry events, and designer directories, and it’s in general a good way to network. 

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Roh Suha: Survey

What is your character’s name? Nickname?

Birth name: Roh Suha English name: Susan Roh Nickname: Sue/Su

Does your character have any birthmarks? Scars? How did they get them?

No birthmarks. A few moles on body: back of right calf, left ankle, hip, ring finger. Only scars to note are a burn the size of a kidney bean on her knee, several mosquito bites on her legs, and scratch-marks on her left wrist from a minor fall she’d taken off the back of her second boyfriend’s bike.

Who are your character’s family? Are they close?

Father: Roh “Jimmy” Joohyuk, 74. Chairman and Co-founder of Oh+Roh Architects. Member of the Architectural Institue of Korea and the Korea Institute of Architects. Lecturer at University of Seoul. Warm persona despite tight-lipped face and towering disposition. Level-headed, with the comportment of a monk. Suha is very close to him and admires him most.

Mother: Heo Yeeun, 70. Recently retired anesthesiologist. Practical but emotions are in constant flux. Known to hold grudges. Spends most of her time these days hiking and photographing nature. Hopes to see one of her photos published in the National Geographic someday. Suha is fairly close to her, but they do butt heads from time to time.

Younger brother: Roh Suhyun, 32. Hair stylist. Unabashedly outspoken. Bright, feigns idiocy. In a long-term relationship with boyfriend from university—they had been fellow pre-law students (before Suhyun dropped out to pursue his current line of work). Scares Suha because his intuition is always fuckin’ spot-on. Suha is very close to him.

Describe your character’s closest friends/types of people they surround themselves by.

Suha keeps a large circle of friends around her at all times but the majority of her friendships are superficial/prolonged only by some lingering sense of obligation and because sometimes you need to get out of the house and see someone other than your whining kid or your husband’s dumb face. Regularly lunches with work friends (current coworkers, former employees who moved on to start their own practices, clients she clicked with) or classmates from SNU and Cornell. Suhyun is her best friend. Her neighbor, Heesun used to work alongside Sewon until she decided restaurant business was more her flavor please don’t mind the pun. Together they bitch about him with reckless abandon.

Where was your character born? Where have they lived? Where do they call home?

Born and raised in Seoul. Father was just starting to get a name for himself, mother had just started residency at the hospital. Home was a small apartment in a well-to-do neighborhood south of the Han. Six years later, family moved to a slightly larger unit just a few streets away, to accommodate for another little one. Family’s final move took place after Suha’s matriculation to SNU, to a single-story home in Yongsan-gu designed by Suha’s father.

Lived in NYC for a few years after graduating. Lived in Ithaca, New York, to finish a master’s program. Returned to Seoul and lived with family for another two years until engagement in 2010. Commissioned a fellow architect/former classmate to design a small house in Hannam-dong, where she stayed with husband until their separation in 2016. Currently living in a two-bedroom loft in Daechi-dong.

Where does your character go when they’re angry?

To the office. To the gym. Work and working out are the only two things that will take her mind off her boiling rage.

Does your character have any phobias?

Gets squeamish at the sight of blood.

Describe your character’s most meaningful past relationships.

Wouldn’t consider any of the relationships that came before her marriage meaningful—just necessary learning experiences.

Age 17: Her first boyfriend. Stupid attractive and otherwise completely vacuous and unable to hold a conversation. 3 months.

Age 20: A heartthrob (none of her friends agreed with her on that) from Busan. Stoic, short of words. A truly fear-inspiring face, with a protruding jaw, high cheekbones, and long monolids. Emotionally unavailable unless drunk, which was most of the time anyway so maybe in retrospect he was actually very emotionally present. Helped her mature. 2 years.

Age 23: A go-getter. Felt like she was constantly in competition with this guy. Unhealthy relationship, but did get her past her career slump/minor existentialism. 1 year.

Age 27: An Asian-American guy from Denver, Colorado. Enthusiastic, spontaneous, and fun-loving—but a total smart alec. 7 months.

What’s in your character’s refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? On their nightstand? In their bag/wallet? In their garbage can?

Fridge: Two tupperwares of banchan: kimchi and pan-fried potatoes with pepper. A carton of eggs. Leftover shrimp vindaloo from yesterday’s lunch. A drawer full of vegetables: cucumber, radish, spring onions, kale, broccoli, asparagus. A drawer full of fruits: strawberries, blueberries, apples, pears, grapes, melons. Whole milk plain yogurt. A carton of coconut water and two bottles of sparkling.

Bedroom floor: Hardwood floors and a pewter cowhide rug.

Nightstand: A lamp and a Byredo candle, Tree House scented.

Bag: iPhone, keys, wallet (+ daughter’s photo at eighteen months), two pens, a pack of mints, tissues, two hair ties, Sensai lipstick in #16, Garrett Leight sunglasses, ibuprofen, hand sanitizer, a fine-tooth comb, a few spare pads, her business card, a compact, hand lotion, band-aids, tweezers, and two flash drives.

Garbage: Banana peels and other miscellaneous food compost.

Look at your character’s feet. Describe what you see there. Does your character wear dress shoes, gym shoes, no shoes? Ratty socks, or slippers knit by grandma?

Manicured toes unpainted thank you very much under white socks under The Row white lace-up sneakers.

When your character thinks of their childhood kitchen, what smell do they associate with it?

Sesame oil comes to mind first and foremost—mom had always been liberal with it. Spice did not feature heavily in the diet as both her parents and brother had a low tolerance for it (much to the chagrin of Suha’s bolder palate), so chicken soup and other clear broth-based meals were customary.

Your character is doing intense spring cleaning. What is easy for them to throw out? What’s difficult for them to part with?

No sweat: most everything printed on A4; tabloid magazines; Christmas cards; anything that’s been relegated to the Reject portion of her closet; discolored/damaged cook and bakeware; museum pamphlets; airplane tickets; electronics; gifted perfumes

Second thoughts: cookbooks that she’s been meaning to flip through; kid’s crafts projects; baby shoes; high school mixtapes; polaroid photographs; dad’s handwritten letters, sent during her studies abroad; vintage hand-me-downs from mom

It’s Saturday at noon. What is your character doing?

Finishing up a morning bikram yoga class; picking up Saeeun from Sewon’s for some wholesome mother-daughter grocery shopping; fixing a simple lunch or cutting up fruit while Saeeun’s occupied with the iPad.

Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with?

Likely checking out the opening for a new shop or show—alone, now. Black’s the easiest and the first thing she’ll reach for until she remembers that Maison Margiela dress she’d plucked off the off-season rack last Sunday.

What is your character’s greatest regret(s)?

Not speaking up for a girl who’d been ostracized from her third grade class for having cleft lip. Not being able to provide a full family for Saeeun. Letting her marriage break down—not having done more.

Is there anything your character was/is currently obsessed with?

Speed-walking on a 5% incline on the treadmill; using her milk frother for perfect vanilla lattes; (dancing to) old bossa nova records.

What is the trait your character likes most about themselves? Likes least?

The good: integrity. Probably her guiding principle. The work relationships she fosters, the foundations for a new plan, the flatware on her table, the food she puts into her body, the specs on her car, the hairstyle she decides on for Saeeun. Everything requires a heavy dose of intentionality and integrity.  

The bad: impatience. Her tendency towards perfectionism manifests in other, less productive (re: destructive) ways. Has a hard time keeping that fuse unlit.

Does your character have any medical problems?

Suffered some hair loss back in university thanks to a crippling case of clinical depression (lost another good chunk from the anxiety wrought by the hair loss itself), but the time’s passed and her follicles are in tip-top shape along with the rest of her health.

What kind of car does your character drive?

2015 BMW 3 Series Sedan in black.

What fragrance(s) does your character use?

Imaginary Authors’ Saint Julep (2017) is the current casual go-to—sweet mint, tangerine, bourbon, and sugar cube. Her classic pick is MEMO’s Moon Fever (2007)—bitter orange, lemon, sage, vetiver, leather, and tonka bean.

Does your character own any pets?

No. But her brother and his partner own a massive chow chow named Diablo, who also happens to be the sole reason she never visits. It’s essentially wild. How they manage to keep it on a leash is beyond fathoming.

Describe your character’s educational and work background.

Education: Public school, then foreign language school. Always kept to herself. Selfishly smart, why don’t you share, kids used to say. Finally took a peek out of the shell over the course of her short-lived first relationship. Crawled out of it for good and let all hell loose after getting The Acceptance Letter, i.e. the crowning achievement of her childhood. Nearly flunked out of SNU her first year but cleaned up her act and just barely made it to Dean’s List. Her reputation at work/shining referrals thereafter landed her a place in the graduate architecture program at Cornell.

Static work history: Oh+Roh (Seoul), Partner, 2014– Oh+Roh (Seoul), Senior Manager, 2012–2014 Oh+Roh (Seoul), Senior Architect, 2009–2012 Oh+Roh (Seoul), Architect, 2008–2009 Richard Meier & Partners (NYC), Architect, 2004–2006 Richard Meier & Partners (NYC), Architectural Intern, 2003–2004 Oh+Roh Architects (Seoul), Architectural Intern, 2002–2003

What did your character grow up dreaming of becoming?

An ice cream store owner. Then a rocket scientist.

How good of a singer is your character? Dancer?

She can carry a melody, but there’s no technical finesse to her delivery. Never had time to humor afternoon noraebang trips. Solid dancing skills. Took ballet as a kid and picked up dance again after grad school as a fitness hobby.

What is your character’s political affiliation?

Left-leaning. Voted for her girl Sim Sangjung in the 2017 election.

Which countries has your character been to?

For school: USA For work: USA, Japan, China, Hong Kong, Denmark, Switzerland, France, Brazil, Mexico For leisure: USA, Japan, China, Hong Kong, France, Germany, UK, Italy, Spain

What cuisine is your character’s favorite? Dish? Dessert?

Cuisine: Mexican, Indian, Sichuan Dish: Galbi-jjim Dessert: Mango sticky rice

Does your character have a sweet tooth?

Unfortunately. Has to keep herself in check.

What genre of film does your character enjoy?

Animation. Must have been Saeeun’s doing. Before her, it’d probably been crime or action or thrillers but she also could just be making this all up.

What are some of your character’s pet peeves?

People who interrupt (hypocrite), bad table manners, slow walkers (especially the ones that refuse to walk in a straight line so it becomes impossible to pass), “irregardless” and “I could care less”, humble bragging.

What are some of your character’s bad habits?

“I told you so”, never admitting that she’s wrong or apologizing when it’s too late, pulling out her phone at any given moment.

[maria-murphy]

Complete Guide To Hiring iOS App Developers from India

When it comes to making an investment and seeking profits via a mobile application, there are numerous factors to consider. Every business benefits from a mobile app because it puts items and services in the customer’s hands. The mobile industry is always evolving, making it difficult to find an iPhone app developer.

Apple is a well-known smartphone manufacturer, and its main operating system, iOS, is extensively used in the mobile world. Furthermore, the mobile applications created on this platform are of higher quality than those created on other platforms.

Because of its extensive functionalities, it is a popular choice among businesses and other high-end individuals. As a result, businesses should consider developing apps for the iOS platform. Hiring an iPhone app developer who can create high-quality iOS apps while still being cost-effective is a difficulty that many businesses encounter. Hiring a talented developer can be done in a variety of ways.

But, which is the best option for you? That’s exactly what we are going to discuss in this blog. 

Firstly, let’s quickly discuss,

Benefits of iOS App Development For Businesses!

The benefits of iOS app development for businesses are:

#1. Better Growth

An iOS app can help a company achieve this goal significantly. In advanced economies, iPhones and iPads are very prevalent, and having an iOS app is one approach to contact the audience of people who use these devices and gain a strong presence in those marketplaces.

#2. Highly secured

Considering iOS has a name for being extremely secure, users may rest assured that they are protected from security breaches. Most iPhone users are unconcerned about malicious software, so they can believe that their personal information is secure, enabling them to conduct more transactions.

#3. Better ROI

According to statistics, iOS applications offer a great return on investment. iOS is a better platform compared to others. The chances of getting paying users are higher on iOS, through which you can get healthier returns on investment. As a result, a company’s reach will expand, allowing them to provide greater value to its customers. 

As of now, we’ve discussed a lot about iPhone app development and its benefits for businesses in 2021. Well, now, without further ado, let’s get right to the greatest hiring techniques. Here are some helpful ideas to consider while choosing an iOS developer. Let’s take a closer look!

How To Hire iOS Developers?

The best tips to hire iPhone developers are!

#1. Check experience

It’s like hitting a punch when it comes to selecting an iOS developer with relevant work experience. If a developer has worked on similar-sized and planned projects before, they will be able to grasp the requirements of your project quickly and move forward in the proper way. Whenever it relates to iOS developers, there have been three major levels of skill to consider. 

Types of iPhone developers:

Junior – Following a year as a trainee, junior iOS developers acquire up to a year of expertise. Junior developers typically collaborate with more experienced developers to grow professionally and receive continuous feedback on performance.

Middle – Numerous projects will have been built by a middle-level developer. When trying to recruit an iOS developer, look for someone who has worked as an iOS developer for at least 2-4 years. This implies that they can now perform tasks from start to finish on their own. They also have experience with the UI/UX app development process.

Senior – A senior iOS developer should be able to meet all of the needs of junior and midrange iOS developers. Senior developers are professionals in app development, security, Integration Services, and testing, in addition to programming. Senior developers are difficult to find and hire due to their high rates and demands, and businesses will always want to recruit them. 

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#2. Ask for their portfolio

When looking for competent iOS developers, this ought to be your next step. The expert pros will be more than pleased to show out their prior application development work on their portfolio. You can determine whether or not they are a good fit for your project by looking at their portfolio. You may also approach their clientele to inquire about the quality of their completed work. 

#3. Communication skills

Always look for iPhone developers who are friendly and communicative. You’ll need to contact the development team several times and during the project’s development to discuss the project update or any other changes. Developers should also take advantage of reliable and quick communication. Furthermore, they need to have super-fast internet access in order to have clear communication with clients across the globe.

#4. Look for the best technical expertise

Examine what they comprehend, what they’re capable of, how they’ll handle your assignment, and what ideas they’ll move ahead with within the heat of the moment! If you’d like a high-quality application, you should conduct a separate interview with the developers to gain a sense of their technical knowledge. It’s worth noting that iPhone app developers should be familiar with the Swift programming language. Apart from this, choosing the right design architecture is also important. iOS developers at Quytech prefer MVVM architecture over MVP architecture because it is the latest one and ensures higher quality code.

#5. Check their pricing model

Last but not least, you must evaluate the development costs. When it comes to hiring an iPhone developer, the cost is a major consideration. When it comes to quality, it would be ideal if you didn’t skimp on the price. Build a high-quality app using the agile technique, which yields flawless results. You must hire app developers in india that request a budget and operate efficiently within that cost while maintaining a high level of performance. 

Why hire iPhone developers from Quytech?

Quytech, being a top iPhone app development company has 11 years of experience in developing iOS apps and has developed over 300+ projects just for the iPhone. Quytech has been doing idea breeding for the past 11 years and helped shape funded startups like Wormhole labs which have raised over 8.5 million dollars (US) till now, CarPay DIEM which have raised over 8.2 Million (Euro) till now, among many others. 

To create secured iOS applications, hire an iPhone developer from Quytech. Our proficient iOS App Developer creates enterprise solutions for a wide range of businesses, including iPhone app development, Custom iPhone app development, iPad app development, and much more. At Quytech, we consistently think outside of the box and come up with incredible concepts that help you achieve your goals.

Final thoughts

When you know how to cut down the queue, finding the finest iOS developer is not a difficult endeavor. The procedures outlined above will assist you in finding the ideal talent for the significant development project while minimizing risk. The aim is to recruit experts with specialized knowledge so that you can track each stage of the app development process. In today’s mobile-first era, smartphone apps have become a must. It has now become the most profitable method for companies to raise revenues. Above are some tried-and-true tips for hiring iOS engineers. 

These factors will help you determine the degree of service the developers can provide and whether they can quickly grasp the process in order to complete the project on time. Looking for a strong preference to recruit competent iOS developers to work on your plan? In this case, Quytech is a good choice for you to hire dedicated developers in India. We don’t only promise to be the top iPhone mobile app development company in the United States.

Several national and international iOS application development communities have praised our expertise for multiple industries, like Education, Event & Conferences, Finance, restaurants, Healthcare, and Travel & Transportation.

Drop a message, and one of our experts will reach out to you soon!

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