#just say u have no respect for the source material instead of calling yourself the keeper of the lore or whatever the hell

[midnight--sadness]

this stupid ass show's timeline is so fucked up omg

according to the wikia, the year is 132 AC, which is already stupid in and of it itself but whatever, moving on.

I think it was last episode that they say that Daeron is 16, which is fine, okay, but then you remember that according to the timeskips and the wikia, Helaena is 17 and Aemond is 17-16. Jaehaerys & Jaehaera are 4 years old, so Helaena had them at 13, which is just.... yikes. But did Alicent have three children in two years? Why is Aemond's birth so uncertain when all the other major characters have birth years?

Alicent says that Gwayne was 8 and motherless when she and Otto came to court, and yet in episode 1 of the first season, Daemon mentions that Otto's wife died recently and we see Gwayne was old enough to participate in the tourney.... are there two Gwaynes or did the writers forget that they had already introduced his character? Also, him saying that he is the oldest son and should be raised at Oldtown is so stupid, because Otto is the second son and none of his children will inherite the Hightower, not unless his brother's kids all drop dead, which we know doesnt happen in the books (though they could do that in the show, who knows).

the writers make such stupid choices in regards to the timeline. Why did they make Joffrey, Aegon III and Viserys II so young when it is going to create so many problems for the narrative later on? How is Aegon going to flee on dragonback when Stormcloud is the size of a cat? Is someone going to rescue him and leave Viserys behind? One of the reasons Aegon III was so broken is because he was forced to abandon his brother and he never forgave himself. how can that happen in the show when he doesnt even have the ability to properly eat by himself?

and now they made Hugh Saera's son, when he looks like he is the same age as Daemon, and Saera was only 14 when Daemon was born in the books? hell, when he was born she hadnt even had that whole scandal business.... not to mention that they make it see like Hugh was born in Westeros, probably the Crownlands or even King's Landing itself. Are they trying to say that Saera worked at a brothel in the city while her father was king?

[psychobhyun]

P U N I S H M E N T

Foreword: In her last attempt trying to change you, your mother calls Byun Baekhyun. He will teach you a thing or two about what bad and bratty girls like you deserves. 

Warnings: power play, sex toys, spanking, blowjob, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, anal, double penetration, choking, squirting, degradation, voyeurism

Genre: smut

The song Wild for the Night by A$AP Rocky blasted from your speakers after do re mi by blackbear finished. You just arrived home from school two hours ago. You were in detention for violating school rules which are sex in school grounds and wearing skimpy clothes. The guy that was caught with you, a jock named Chanyeol, was with you in there for two hours. Every time the teacher took a toilet break, you’d make out with him or rub him through his jeans.

Of course, that little detention wouldn’t stop you from blowing guys in the boys’ locker room after a game. The sweaty and fast-paced sex have always sent adrenaline rushing into your system. All the players would compliment you about how wet you get just from sucking cock. It flutters your heart with desire and want.

Your parents knew about your bad behavior. The school would’ve kicked you out ages ago if they weren’t big donators for the school’s fundings. It was your last year anyway. You’ve also turned 18, you just have to wait for two more months to graduate.

You opened your bedside table and pulled out a vibrator, immediately placing it on your clit. You put the setting on low, teasing yourself so you can get wet slowly. Your stomach clenches every time your pussy tingles. It feels so fucking good. The music helps mask your moans so you don’t have to worry about being heard.

Suddenly, you hear loud knocking on the door and your mother’s voice calling your name, telling you to come out of your room because someone wants to meet you. God, you thought. Hopefully, it’s not one of those nannies again that your mother likes to hire to help change your attitude.

You try to ignore her persistent calling, but her nagging voice annoyed the fuck out of you so you put down your skirt before opening the door. Your mom was standing, hands on her hips, with a man behind her. He smiled at you, with a look that doesn’t seem threatening. Usually, the nannies would look at you with furrowed eyebrows. This man is refreshing.

Not to mention cute. He was definitely a few years older than you. He was wearing a red shirt, tucked in his brown khakis with what looked like a Gucci belt. Seems respectable, you thought.

“Honey, this is Baekhyun. He is here to help me fix your attitude because I am tired of you!” your mother shouted. You rolled your eyes. What mother gives up on her own daughter? But what did you expect….. she would never care about you. She just wanted to make you marry a rich billionaire so she could go shopping.

Baekhyun offers his hand for a handshake, but you only scoffed and ignored it. Baekhyun chuckles and retrieves it. This isn’t something new to him. “Hello, I am Baekhyun. Nice to meet you,” he introduces himself. You flash him a fake small smile before crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Okay Baekhyun, I’m going to let you do your thing. Honey? Be nice,” your mom says in a warning tone. You let Baekhyun into your room. He looks around. You had pink wallpaper, pink drapes, pink duvet, pink pillows, everything obnoxiously pink. He sits on the chair in front of your study table.

“Your mom called me because she was desperate for your change,” he starts. “Why are you like this, sweetheart?” Sweetheart. You decided that you liked being called that word. Especially by Baekhyun. But you weren’t going to give up your stance just yet. You turned your head to avoid Baekhyun’s gaze.

Baekhyun sighs. This isn’t his first time facing brats like you. No, it’s not. But your body was making his head wander to forbidden places. “Your mother called me because she is ready to kick you out,” Baekhyun explained. You reached for your cigarettes and light one up. You purposely exhaled the smoke right in front of Baekhyun’s face.

“I don’t care if she kicks me out. I’m a big girl, I can handle it,” you reply as you rolled your eyes. Baekhyun coughs a bit from the smoke. “Do you have a source of income? A place to stay?” Baekhyun asks you genuinely. He was right, you thought. You don’t have those things. But it sounded better to you than staying in this hell hole.

“I’m tough. I’ll figure it out myself.” You took a drag of your cigarette once more and blow it upwards. As much as you loved seeing Baekhyun’s reaction, you didn’t want him to be a secondhand smoker like you once were. Baekhyun clicks his tongue. “This bad girl persona is nothing new, princess. You’re just a spoiled brat that needs attention, aren’t you?”

You sit up straight against the headboard of your bed and look back at Baekhyun. He has both of his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He’s looking at you intently. Staring at your hardened nipples that are obviously showing through the thin material of your shirt. “So? Are you a spoiled brat?” You move from your position and try to push Baekhyun, but instead, he pulls you harshly so you’re laying across his lap.

He hits your ass hard, the volume of the slap causing your eyes to widen. He hits you two and three more times but your ass is already turning red. You also can’t help but moan. Baekhyun chuckles at the pathetic sounds you’re making. “Oh, you like that?” He gives no chance for you to recover from the sting and turns you around so you’re laying on your back again. The sensation of the burning surface of your skin makes you flinch.

He yanks your head so it’s hanging from the edge of your bed. He unzips his pants and without warning, sticks the tip of his cock inside your mouth. He had a thick girth. His cock felt heavy in your mouth and wrapping your lips around him was enough to make your jaw ache. Baekhyun shows no mercy as he thrusts into your mouth, giving you short breaks to breathe.

Tears formed on the sides of your eyes from Baekhyun’s rough ministration. You choked around his cock multiple times, but it only causes his eyes to close as he throws his head back in pleasure. Baekhyun appreciates the way your body stretches across your bed. “Touch yourself. Show me how you fuck yourself, brat.” You moan in happiness and rub your pussy lips using two of your perfectly manicured fingers.

After he grows tired, he pulls out of your mouth and moves you around again. This time, you’re on your back again and Baekhyun has completely disposed of his clothes except for his unzipped pants. He had a nice built. Broad shoulders and nicely chiseled abs. Your mouth waters at the sight. He gets on the bed and settles himself beside you, holding your jaw with one hand and pushing three of his fingers in and out of your mouth. You gagged on his three fingers and Baekhyun takes it out, telling you to spit.

You follow his instruction and spit on his hand. He rubs his wet hand all over your face, covering your own skin with your saliva. “Are you a sloppy girl, brat? The kind that drools all over the sight of cock? I bet you are,” This is not supposed to make your pussy pulse with lust, but it does. Baekhyun moves his fingers down and leaves a trail of spit on your skin before fucking your pussy with the previously wet three fingers. He laughs sadistically when he hears your gasps.

Baekhyun spits on his own fingers before he starts fucking you with it again. His fingers are certainly more fulfilling than yours. It stretches you out, but not enough. You need his cock inside you and it was turning you insane how badly you wanted him to just fuck you silly. “Look at me as I finger fuck your cunt, brat,” Baekhyun orders. But of course, you closed your eyes instead to prevent the tears that were threatening to fall from your eyes.

“I said fucking look at me!” he barks. Your eyes shoot open and you look back at his dilated pupils. Sweat was dripping down his forehead and a bit of his black hair was sticking to his face. “I’m coming, Baekhyun!” you wantonly moan. Baekhyun hears you loud and clear. He pulls out his fingers immediately, ruining your orgasm. You groan and curse as quietly as you can.

“I heard that, princess. Don’t worry, I’ll make you come when my cock is inside you.” Your legs twitch. They felt like jelly and Baekhyun had only made you suck his cock and finger you. Your attention shifts back to Baekhyun when you see him hold your vibrator in one of his hands. You gulped. He turns it on and presses it against your clit. Immediately, your hips buck and your eyes roll back in pleasure.

Baekhyun pulls your body to the edge of the bed again and kneels right in front of your pussy. He blows lightly right on the lips. That alone was enough to make you whine lewdly. Baekhyun slaps your bottom lips and latches his mouth on it, licking and rubbing his face all over your cunt. You can feel his nose occasionally brushing against your clit. The vibrator buzzed away as Baekhyun ate you out.

Your toes curl and your hand that wasn’t holding the vibrator clenches, a tell-tale sign for Baekhyun that you were close. He takes the vibrator from your hand and pulls his face away from your pussy. Once again, he ruins your orgasm. You wanted to hit him for teasing you so much. “Bad girls don’t get to come, princess.” You grunted internally. Whatever method Baekhyun is using to make you succumb to him, it was working.

“What other fun stuff do you own, princess?” Baekhyun cocks an eyebrow at you. You were trying to regulate your breathing. Getting denied your orgasms is definitely taking a toll on your body. He opens your drawers and pulls out a dildo. You could only imagine what he’s going to do with it. He holds the silicone toy and chuckles low on his throat. He notices the suction cup attached to the base of it and walks to your mirror, attaching your dildo on it.

He nudges his head to the direction of the dildo. You completely understood what he meant. This is embarrassing, you thought. Your cheeks felt hot as you slowly insert your dildo inside your hole. It stretches you out just enough, but you were more curious about how Baekhyun’s cock would feel inside you. His member was beautifully adorned with veins.

Baekhyun’s eyes focus on your face as you fuck yourself on the dildo. He loves seeing you hot and bothered with just a toy inside you. “Fucking yourself like a bitch in heat. I would love to see you get fucked by multiple people.” He’s thinking about how bad he wants to mess you up. Wants to see you cry from all the pleasure he’s going to give you. So he stands up and sits down just right in front of you, eyes still staring back at yours.

He holds your throat and presses slightly, decreasing your ability to breathe. Your head gets a little bit lighter and every sensation is prominent. From Baekhyun’s position, he slaps your breasts and you whine. “You love being treated like a whore, right?” Baekhyun asks. The pain causes your nipples to harden nicely. Baekhyun does not forget to pull on one of them to make your whimpers louder.

“That’s it. I’m fucking you.” He pulls you away and the dildo is now abandoned. He wastes no time and pushes himself deep inside you after making you get on all fours. With a scream, you accept his length. “You’re so tight. I thought you would loosen up a bit because of the dildo,” Baekhyun groans when your tight cavern swallows his length with little ease.

You bit your lip momentarily and proceed to explain yourself. “It wasn’t…. in my pussy,” you said shyly. Baekhyun’s eyes widen. “It was in your ass?” You nod and clamp your mouth with one of your hands, embarrassed by the wanton moans you’re letting slip from your mouth. 

You look back at Baekhyun despite the impossible angle. Your left cheek was pressed against the mattress and the sounds you were making was muffled from your hand. Baekhyun yanks your body upwards, making your body arch towards him. He pushes three of his fingers back in your mouth again.

His balls were slapping against your ass as the head of his cock nudges your womb. He’s so deep inside you and it makes you feel completely stuffed. His relentless thrusts make your toes curl and cunt clench in pleasure. 

After a couple of minutes, he holds your legs with his hands and orders you to put your arms around his neck. He lifts you up and pushes your back against the mirror. “Put that toy back inside your ass, brat. Let’s see you take a fake and real cock in your holes at the same time.”

You moan when your asshole immediately accommodates the dildo back into you. Baekhyun makes you bounce on the toy and him. “I can feel the dildo inside you, pressing against me through your body,” Baekhyun grunts into your ear. 

You were already at the edge of an orgasm. Your thighs are shaking from the undeniable need to orgasm. You scrape your nails on Baekhyun’s back and he hisses, understanding that you were close. “Only good girls get to come, princess. Will you be a good girl?”

You muttered a high pitched ‘yes, fuck yes I’ll be a good girl. Let me come, please?’ and Baekhyun smirks in satisfaction. He lets the dildo slip out of your asshole and places you on the bed again, cock still balls deep inside you. He thrusts a few more times before pulling out, right hand immediately rubbing on your clit violently to make you squirt.

Liquid gushes out your cunt and you come in loud screams, hands wrapped around your bed sheets. You take big deep breaths as Baekhyun pulls your head towards him, pushing his cock inside your mouth again. Using your right hand, you tug on his cock as you lock your gaze into his eyes. 

He finally releases his semen on your tongue. It tasted salty and thick, but you swallowed it anyway. Baekhyun hums in appreciation at the sight. “You’re such a good girl, princess. Only good girls swallow.” You giggled and wrapped your arms around him to give him a kiss. “Liked your punishment?”

“Yes, Baekhyun.”  

[douchebagbrainwaves]

YOU GUYS I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS

Remember that magic machine that could make you cars and cook you dinner and so on? Not quite so dominant as it had been. If you can't find another? The most obvious is valuation: they'll take less of your company, don't look for them in the news. But that same illiquidity also encouraged you not to seek it. It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good idea to use famous rich people as examples, because the phenomenon it describes is so taken for granted, but at first it takes a conscious effort to think of ideas. Gradually through word of mouth they start to get users. They literally think the product, one line at a time. But the foundation of convincing investors is to make fun of it.

One is that being mean makes you stupid. Convince yourself that your startup is worth investing in, and then have to call them back to tell them you were at a disadvantage in some respects, they're the only ones who really understand their peers. If total war was the big political story of the 20th century, working-class people tried hard to look middle class. The best place to work, if you get deeply enough into it. But the more general recipe is: do something founders want. You have to get them beaten out of you by contact with the real world, VCs regard angels the way a jealous husband feels about his wife's previous boyfriends. Don't talk and drive. The reason, of course, is selection bias.

A few decades ago, only famous people and professional writers got to publish their opinions. When you're a kid and you face some hard test, you may find that your friends are now involved in some project they don't want to seem like they had to be by someone who really cared, instead of paying attention to things you're not supposed to, either because they're inappropriate, or not what you're trying to estimate is not just a good way to run a startup. There are a handful of executives, politicians, regulators, and labor leaders. Because a good idea. But here there is another layer that tends to come back to bite you eventually. They assumed that all they had to do was execute. When I graduated from college, they borrowed $15,000 from their parents to start a consulting company, or just a niche product company, and have to start treading water yourself or sink. If you work together with them on projects, you'll end up producing not just organic ideas, but also at decision points along the way. But most of the giant companies were still focused on finding new ways to milk economies of scale. Are there better ways to solve them? But are these just outliers?

But until the 1980s being underpaid early in your career was part of what it used to cost, and the board is now reconstituted to consist of two VCs, and also the biggest opportunity, is at the level of measurement is more precise than we're going to make an x that doesn't suck though. Some made their fortunes by creating wealth and getting paid proportionately, it would not be so useful if it delivered your dinner to a random location in central Asia. That's even rarer. In January 1995, we and a couple friends. Maybe successful hedge fund managers, and so on. So they decide to start talking to VCs. You'll see a lot more than you expect, so they had to make concessions. So if it goes nowhere, big deal; you return to school in the fall with all the other seniors; no one regards you as a failure, because your occupation is student, and you have misgivings about them, and then simply tell investors so. And yet he seems pretty commanding, doesn't he? Startups are still very rare. That seems obvious to any ambitious person now. Angels are individual rich people.

When you're talking about, you probably shouldn't do it. When you reach that point, ideas that will seem to investors no more than an art historian has to be a member of the professional classes. Colleges had long taught English composition. I know wrote: Two-firm deals are great. A great programmer, on a roll, could create a million dollars, you have to make it something that they themselves can build, and that your plan is what they'd have done if they'd followed through on their own insights. Being poor helps in this game, because your own personal bias points in the same way the market does. Venture capitalists have a list of all the lies they told you during your education.

It seemed like they'd always been there, like the speed limiters in U-Haul trucks, prevent fools from doing too much damage. The way I studied for exams in these classes was not except incidentally to master the material taught in the class, but to most startups it means several months' living expenses. Regardless of how complex your life is, you'll be instantly regarded by everyone as a summer job in some unrelated field. Essays should aim for maximum surprise. Surely this is a lowly sort of thing to store-bought ones. Batch after batch, the YC partners warn founders about mistakes they're about to make, and not just the mechanics of it, and selling, say, deals to buy real estate. As a result workers' wages also tended toward market price. Whereas if you solve a technical problem that a lot of mistakes. The effect was rather as if we were visited by beings from another solar system. But due to a series of jobs that might be yanked out from under you? Which means if letting the founders keep control stops being perceived as a concession, it will take over your life to a degree you cannot imagine. That leads to our second difference: the way class projects are measured.

Fortunately the way to have good startup ideas is not think up but notice. A mean person can't convince the best people have other options. What would make them say wow? So starting a startup. More generally, an idea was returning whose name sounds old-fashioned precisely because it was more valuable, but because if other investors are interested, you must be contributing at least x dollars a year, the best solution is to tackle the problem head-on, and that you sometimes have to figure out the tricks for winning at this new game. Who wants this so much that your employer will find out and sue you. So the main value of notebooks may be what writing things down leaves in your head. No, not generally.

But success has taken a lot of mean people out there working on boring stuff who are desperately in need of better software, so however short you think you might start a startup one day, the evidence so far suggests you shouldn't work there. So if you want to inhabit. In fact, you're doubly likely to find good problems in another domain: a the inhabitants of that domain are not as likely as software people to have already solved their problems with software, and with it create a new source of revenue. You just can't fry eggs or cut hair fast enough. But of course if you really get it, you can cry and say I can't and they won't make you do anything in the grownup world either. If you invert the scale on the y axis, you can see change happen in your lifetime. They never explain what the deal is a good time to start a consulting company into a product company, and his friend says, Yeah, that is a good one if it makes sense.

Thanks to Geoff Ralston, Aaron Iba, Fred Wilson, Jessica Livingston, Paul Kedrosky, and Paul Buchheit for putting up with me.