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हिमाचल में 3 साल का इंतजार खत्म: लाइनमैन पोस्ट कोड-971 का रिजल्ट एक हफ्ते में, युवाओं को राहत!

Himachal News: हिमाचल प्रदेश के हमीरपुर स्थित राज्य चयन आयोग (HPRCA) ने पोस्ट कोड-971 (लाइनमैन) की परीक्षा का परिणाम घोषित करने की तैयारियां पूरी कर ली हैं। अगले एक हफ्ते में यह रिजल्ट जारी होने की उम्मीद है, जिससे पिछले तीन साल से नौकरी का इंतजार कर रहे हजारों युवाओं को बड़ी राहत मिलेगी। साल 2022 में विद्युत विभाग में 186 लाइनमैन पदों के लिए ली गई इस परीक्षा का परिणाम पेपर लीक कांड और आयोग के…

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[jukeboxsweethearttt]

Let ‘Em Talk

Blue Collar!Rafe x Fem!Reader

Synopisis: You and Rafe get played by your own game

a/n: My sexy baby mama @starfxkrinc proof read enjoy guys!

Nobody ever saw it coming. Not from you. Not from Rafe. Not from the people y’all were supposed to be in love with.

You were the sweetheart. The good girl. Always smiling, always polite. The type that brought cupcakes to the Sunday fish fry and hugged everybody’s mama. And Rafe he was rough around the edges, tatted up with a short temper and the kind of charm that got him in trouble more often than not.

He was Colton’s best friend since middle school, a lineman that worked sunup to sundown in his dirty Carhartt shirt and boots. And you? You were dating Colton. The picture perfect boyfriend. And your best friend Ansley the blonde, over the top, pearls on a Tuesday type had Rafe. At least, on paper.

It started at Ansley’s birthday party. You were helping her fix her hair in the mirror when Rafe came in to grab a drink, and for whatever reason, his eyes found yours in the reflection. Not just a glance, either. A look. Held it like a secret. You looked away first. He didn’t.

You could still feel the way your chest burned when you walked out of the bathroom and caught him watching you across the room beer in hand, tattoos peeking out from under his rolled up sleeves. His girl was in the kitchen. Your man was two steps behind you. Didn’t matter. You knew right then that the whole damn night was about to unravel.

He brushed past you once. Hand on the small of your back like it meant nothing But it sent a chill through your whole body. He leaned down low, and whispered, “You look real sweet tonight, darlin’.”

You didn’t sleep that night. Colton had fallen asleep beside you on the couch, and your phone lit up at 2:13 AM.

Rafe: You up?

You shouldn’t’ve answered. But you did

The first time it happened, it was in your garage. You left the side door cracked just like he asked. He didn’t say much just kissed you like he’d been starving for it. Hands rough from work, dirt still on his knuckles. He smelled like sawdust, pine, and cologne that barely covered the cigarette he’d smoked on the way over.

And after that, it was like something snapped. Y’all couldn’t stop.

It wasn’t sneaky for long. Rafe started getting reckless showin’ up in broad daylight. His white work truck parked halfway down your driveway, early enough for your neighbors to notice but not early enough for him to care.

“You know they saw your truck,” you whispered once, tugging on his shirt when he kissed you goodbye.

He grinned, brushing a thumb across your lip.

You tried to keep it quiet. You really did. But Rafe was heat and danger and something too addictive to quit. He’d come over before work, still in his boots, shirt sticking to his chest from the August heat. You’d be in nothing but a robe, already breathless when he shut the door behind him. Sometimes he didn’t even make it to the bedroom. He’d have you up against the washer, your hand pressed to your mouth to muffle your moans.

And still no one suspected you.

Not the sweet little angel that baked cookies for Colton’s niece’s fundraiser.

But the lies got heavier. The secrets turned mean. You started canceling double dates. Making excuses. And then came the worst one of all.

That phone call.

It was right after Rafe had left you panting, still naked, still trembling with the imprint of his hands all over you. Your back hit the sheets. Your legs were limp.

Your phone rang.

Colton.

You stared at it like it might explode. Rafe was pulling his Carhartt shirt back on, grinning like the devil. “Answer it,” he mouthed.

You did.

“Hey, babe,” you said sweetly, clearing your throat. You sounded breathless, but you tried to blame it on allergies.

Colton’s voice came through the speaker. “Just checkin’ on you. You were quiet this mornin’. Everything okay?”

Rafe came up behind you, fingers sliding up your spine, lips brushing your neck.

“You know I miss you, right?” Colton kept talking.

Rafe’s voice, barely a whisper behind your ear, sent a shiver through you: “Lyin’ ass.”

Your thighs clenched. You couldn’t breathe.

“Yeah,” you managed, eyes fluttering. “I miss you too.”

When Colton finally hung up, you tossed the phone aside, heart pounding in your ears.

Rafe chuckled, teeth grazing your shoulder. “You’re real good at that, baby.”

The town started talking. You could feel the shift.

Old ladies at the Piggly Wiggly were side-eyeing you. One of Rafe’s coworkers posted a blurry photo on facebook of his truck in front of your house with the caption, “Ain’t that Colton’s girl?” It got deleted five minutes later, but damage was done. Rumors flew.

Ansley was the first to bring it up half laughing, full of judgment.

“People are saying Rafe’s been at your house. Like, at your house. You believe that?”

You kept your smile polite, heart slamming in your chest. “That’s ridiculous.”

But the worst of it all of it came unraveling one Wednesday afternoon. Rafe had just left. You were walking around the house in his shirt, sipping sweet tea when your phone buzzed. Ansley tagged you in a Facebook status.

Ansley Whitaker tagged You in a post with Rafe Cameron and Colton Brooks in a post.

Caption: Y’all wanna talk about secrets? Let’s talk about secrets. Screenshotting EVERYTHING before it’s deleted. Don’t play with me.

Your heart sank. You clicked the comments. They were rolling in too fast to keep up.

The comments kept coming.

The truth unraveled like thread from a sweater, one tug and the whole damn thing fell apart. Turned out while you and Rafe were tangled in sheets and guilt, Colton and Ansley were doing the same. They’d been messing around for months laughing behind both your backs. The whole friend group imploded in real time. The Facebook post hit 200 comments in under an hour.

You sat there, stunned, watching your phone light up like a Christmas tree.

Then came the message from Rafe.

Rafe: We still on for tomorrow?

You blinked. Smiled.

You: Come early. I’ll leave the side door unlocked.

The next morning you stood in your kitchen, still reeling, your phone lighting up with fresh notifications every few seconds. People from town, old high school classmates, even your boss had liked Ansley’s post. Comment after comment trickled in some fake concerned, most nosy, and all of them eating the drama up like Sunday gossip at the Waffle House.

You couldn’t even speak. You just stared at the screen, the comments pouring in.

You’d been humiliated before, but this didn’t feel like that.

Not anymore.

Not after seeing them together in Colton’s truck, timestamp and all. The betrayal settled in your chest like ash, but something deeper darker bubbled just beneath the surface.

You didn’t owe anyone an explanation. But you did have something to say. Or better yet something to show.

Rafe was still upstairs, fresh out the shower, towel slung low on his hips as he leaned over your bathroom sink shaving. The morning sun lit up the tattoos on his chest and the sharp curve of his jaw, and for a second, you just watched him.

He caught your eyes in the mirror. “You good?” he asked.

You didn’t answer. You just walked up behind him, slid your arms around his waist, and held your phone up to the mirror.

Snap.

No caption. No emojis. No tags.

You posted the photo straight to Facebook, right under Ansley’s rant.

Just the two of you in the morning light his heavy work belt tossed on the counter, you wearing nothing but his shirt, your cheek pressed to his back, a soft smirk tugging at your lips.

The kind of picture that didn’t need an explanation.

It said everything without saying a word.

Endless comments of messy church ladies and coworkers poured in.

“So they was all cheating on each other?”

“What in the trailer park is goin on?”

“Someone get Jerry Springer on the phone.”

From behind you, Rafe laughed low, shaking his head as he wiped his face with a towel. “You really just posted that?”

“Sure did,” you said, walking out the bathroom like you hadn’t just set your towns facebook group on fire.

Let ‘em talk.

[okaysonny]

the big deal of babysitting ╏ jake kim

★ summary: lineman boldly asks him to mind his little sister.

★ details: fluff, no reader, jerry appears! - spoiler free.

★ wc: 830

★ A/N: couldn't get reluctant babysitter jake out of my head so i had to improvise! also, lineman having a little sister feels so canon to me. idk why?

jake isn’t sure how it’s come to this.

out of all people lineman could have asked, why him? as if he didn't have to do…literally anything else. one fight with some movie extras and he suddenly has all the world's confidence.

“she’s super easy to handle!” he had said, shoving a bag of snacks and a tablet into jake’s hands before bolting out the door. “i’ll only be gone for a few hours! you’re the best, boss!”

he already feels like drowning.

lineman’s little sister, maybe six years old, sits cross-legged on the floor, staring up at him curiously. she doesn’t say much, just hugs her stuffed bunny tightly and tilts her head every time he moves.

“so…what do you wanna do?” jake asks, trying to sound somewhat approachable.

“can you fight monsters?”

he thinks for a second. “sure”

“you look really tall. can you touch the ceiling?”

jake glances up and sighs. “no”

she frowns, clearly unimpressed, and jake wonders how this somehow feels worse than any fight he’s been in.

by the time she gets bored of interrogating, she’s bouncing around the cramped apartment. lineman was clearly lying about the "easy to handle" part.

“don’t climb that!” he exclaims, but she’s already halfway up on the chair near the shelf.

“i just want the cookies!” she protests, standing on tiptoes as it wobbles beneath.

jake moves before he can think, catching her mid-fall as the chair tips over. she clings to his neck like a scared cat, her tiny hands gripping on to him.

“you okay?” his tone is gentle now.

“yes…” she mumbles. “…sorry”

jake exhales, setting her back on her feet. “you scared me, kid. don’t do that again, alright?”

she nods, looking genuinely remorseful, and he finds it surprisingly hard to stay annoyed. she sticks close to him after, holding onto him whenever he moves around.

eventually, jake pulls out his phone and calls the only person he can.

“boss?” jerry answers on the first ring, as per usual.

“jerry, i need backup” he says flatly.

there’s a pause. “…what kind of backup?”

“i'm looking after lineman's sister” jake glances at the little girl, who’s now absentmindedly colouring at the table. “but she’s a menace”

“a little kid? you can’t handle a little kid, boss?”

“do you want a promotion or not, jerry?” he says dryly.

jerry hesitates, confused. “…but i’m already number two”

“well…don't let the others know, but i’m working on creating a top-secret position” his voice turns serious. “it’s between number two and number one. you interested?”

jerry pauses for a moment, and he can practically hear him thinking it over. “…are you serious, jake?”

jake smirks, shaking his head. “totally”

his tone is now oddly determined. “alright, i’m on my way!”

when jerry shows up, lineman’s sister immediately zeroes in on him.

“are you jerry?” she asks, squinting up.

“yes, ma’am” he politely crouches slightly so he’s closer to her height. “what’s up?”

“can you touch the ceiling?”

jerry grins, straightening to his full height. “wanna see?”

she nods enthusiastically, and jerry being the giant he is, reaches up to touch the ceiling with ease. she claps in delight, and jake can't help but snort at how proud he looks.

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by the time lineman comes back, his sister is dozing off on the couch, clutching her stuffed bunny.

“thanks, jake” he says sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. “i owe you big time!”

“damn right you do” he mutters, grabbing his jacket. “don’t make a habit of this”

as he and jerry head out, the child suddenly stirs and runs to catch them at the door.

“wait! i made this for you” she says shyly, holding out a sheet of paper.

he unfolds it, revealing a crayon drawing of himself. in the picture, he’s taller than the buildings in the background, with a superhero cape and the words “JAKE, THE UNCLE WHO SAVED ME” scrawled beneath.

he stares at it, something warm settling in his chest.

“thank you, kiddo” he smiles, ruffling her hair gently.

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on the way back, jerry glances at him. “you gonna frame that?”

“shut up jerry” but he carefully folds the drawing and tucks it into his pocket, somewhere it won’t get bent.

for a moment, his thoughts wander. he never thinks about kids. ever. why would he? definitely not with the life he leads right now.

jake clenches his jaw, his mind flashing to memories of his own father: a man who had chosen selfish indulgences over responsibility. looking after everyone, but his own family.

if life ever brings him to that point - if he ever had a child looking up at him, trusting him like that - he wouldn’t be like his father. he couldn’t. he’d be the kind of person they could count on, no matter what.

for the first time, jake wonders what it would be like. would he be capable of it?

maybe he wouldn’t be so bad at parenthood after all.

divider image: Frich on pinterest

[sgnjimmy]

Jake Kim x reader, no 8? Thx

★ 𝓙𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

≛ 𝙰/𝚗: hey-yo, so sorry for taking so long. I have issues with responsibility so ya know. again so sorry and here it is!! I hope I made it justice.

≛ 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 616.

"Have you seen? Lineman is dating!" You open the office door suddenly.

"What?" Jake asks with his down, working on the papers on his desk.

"He's dating. And going around showing pictures." You scrunch your face in disgust. "... And saying things."

By the tone you're using, Jake knows exactly what kind of things he's sharing.

He's honestly surprised to learn that Lineman is in a relationship. He figured he'd at least date once before this "event" would occur.

It's funny how things are... And also sorta weird.

"Seems like a nightmare from hell." Jake states, still not raising his head from his work.

"Yeah, tell me about it." You grab the chair in front of his office desk and land on it with a heavy thud. "Can't believe he's dating… 'nd I'm not!"

"If it helps you, me neither."

"No, I know. I mean like– in general. I never dated, you know."

Oh.

Oh, he thinks.

Jake moves his head up to look at you in surprise. He stays quiet for a while, and you come to think it was better if you had said nothing.

"... Me neither."

"... You don't have to say that, to um, make me feel better…"

"I'm not." He tells you.

The chair under Jake starts to feel cold against his skin, and he quickly grows uncomfortable. You both hold each other's gaze without noticing. And as the minutes go on, Jake can no longer sit still under your stare.

Your eyes feel heavy, he desperately wants to run away from it. Jake turns his head to avoid your gaze and feels heat rush up to his cheeks.

"But you shouldn't complain."

"Huh?" You say as if he had woken you up from a deep slumber. "What do you mean?"

"You shouldn't be complaining about not being in a relationship." Jake moves his head back to face you, tiling his chin smiling. "After all, I'm all yours for you to take."

You feel your heart failing a beat. What did he just–

Jake winks at you.

And you realize he was just teasing… Ah, you must be really out of your mind to have believed he had feelings for you, of all people.

"Sure, sure." You try to laugh it off as if he didn't just filled your heart with fake hope. "I should…" You clean your throat. "Um, get going."

As you raise from your seat and walk towards the office door, Jake shouts your name, fastly walking your way — placing his body in front of you.

"Wait." He says while bloking the door. "God, I guess I'm really a coward."

"Jake… what– what are you doing?"

"I'm trying to tell you that I– that I…"

He move his eyes down, and he find himself locking his vision on your hands, Jake holds them and places a kiss on each knuckle.

"I'm trying to say that I love you." He says, expressing his deepest thoughts as he raises his eyes from your hands.

This information takes out your breath for the second time today. So all that teasing was actually real. He meant all of that?

The countless times you got mad at yourself for pinning on your boss were all meaningless now. He liked your back!

"Please say something…" He prays you to return his feelings, but all this silence from your side has starting to make him feel worried. "I like you, but what about you? Y/n, do you?"

Instead of a proper answer, you take your hands off of his tender hold to grab the back of his neck, pulling the leader of Big Deal for a kiss. As Jake kisses you back, he feels his insides melting.

So this is what kissing was like.

This is how kissing you was like.

As soon as you pulled back and ended the kiss, Jake was already addicted to the feeling of your lips on his.

© 𝙨𝙧𝙜𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙮 2023

[planetcleer]

anyway regarding modern day losers club and friday nights!!!!

mike and ben both play football and are, respectively, derry high's star quarterback and best offensive lineman (and help lead the varsity team to three state championships!!!) and are super tight w the rest of the team

eddie obviously joins the cheer squad freshman year, the first boy in derry high history, after being dared on a whim by richie, and is instantly like?? REALLY into it, so he sticks with it all four years and eventually becomes co-captain. he's also fucking adored by the girls on the squad and is one of the flyers lmao

the rest of the losers have their own resident spot in the student section of the bleachers that no one dares touch, and they all pile into richie’s or bill’s car to travel to away games

stan pretends not to be into it at first but he rivals richie in sheer volume every time the beavers score. he also crochets matching scarves and hats for everyone, and is always loaded with snacks and hand warmers

richie doesn't actually sit in the bleachers, like, 98% of the time. you can find him hanging off the railing flirting with eddie at almost any given moment, and standing on the middle rung leading the student section in cheers, which is wild bc he generally has zero school pride

bev gets really into face painting and sits all of them down before games to cover them in paint and glitter. sometimes she ropes bill in to paint remarkably intricate cartoon beavers on their cheeks (richie makes jokes about it being the closest he’ll ever get to one to which no one high fives him)

bill is generally pretty quiet and attentive during the games, bc he writes for the school paper and also does sketches (think courtroom sketches lmao) for it, but he and bev will fully scream at the top of their at the refs for letting shit slide w the other team or calling stupid penalties

eddie is super protective over ben and mike. he's prone to stomping out to the field in the middle of the game to chew tf out of a rival player for tackling mike too roughly or trying to talk shit/start a fight w ben between plays. richie LIVES for this (“rock his shit eds!!!! get his ass!!!!!!!”) and mike & ben have learned by now just to let it happen but do always post up and have his back. one of the guys does shove eddie once and eddie makes a show of falling down and screaming his head off until he’s benched, and when he sees him again after the game he just winks and blows a kiss at him

the losers will make an appearance at the house party of choice after every game w the rest of the team/squad but they have their own tradition of going to the 24hr diner in town and cramming into the corner booth in the back and then all sleeping over at one of their houses

bonus unrelated headcanons:

richie is a drama/theater kid and literally ROCKS it, isn’t as big a fan of the musicals but still does really well, prefers the straight plays and improv club (same loser energy brought to his shows)

stan is either a mathlete or on the debate team and also is on the swim team!! (same loser energy brought to his meets)

bill runs track and cross country (same loser energy brought to his meets)

mike also writes for the school paper, he does a weekly history column, he and bill spend a lottt of time together working on their articles

eddie starts wearing makeup to games freshman year for fun but ends up really loving it, bev buys him his first palette, brush set, etc etc that christmas and they practice together, and eventually he starts leaning into a more fully femme style. he also stops gelling his hair (bless)

[wannaeatramyeon]

lineman’s bounty is so cheap i’m screaming 😭😭

Lineman and Jake Kim discovering Big Deal's bounties...

"What's wrong?" Jake takes in Lineman's lack of energy, his defeated form, practically being able to see the black cloud over his head.

Lineman thrusts several pieces of paper in his boss's face, gripping it so tight it took effort to pull it from his hands.

This spells more trouble.

Jake skims over the words, face darkening as he sees the portrait of each of his beloved Big Deal crew with the words 'DEAD OR ALIVE' printed in stark font underneath.

It might as well be a death sentence.

He leafs through them. Pictures of himself, Jerry, Jason, Brad all staring back at him except-

"Here's me," Lineman says, showing the final wanted sign with tears in his eyes and his face scrunched up with rage.

"I'm sorry," Jake sighs, dropping his eyes, thinking about his failure as the leader, "This is all my fault-"

"NO! LOOK!"

Lineman stabs at the text right at the bottom.

Oh.

"I'M WORTH ONE ARCADE GAME!" Lineman punctuates each word with a further stab, spraying spittle and foaming at the mouth.

As he screams out the word 'game', his hand pierces clean through the paper.

"Think of it this way," A smile tugs at Jake's lips. The first time he felt any joy since the whole plan went to shit, "You're in the least danger."

Jake ruffles Lineman's hair, and the words and actions do nothing to appease the latter's anger. His boss is being patronising as hell right now, Jake didn't even make any attempt to hide his grin.

Seriously. Fuck it all.

Steam billowing out in ears, Lineman storms off in search for Choi Bongae.

[analyzingtaylor]

Are you invested in this relationship because she is dating a sports guy or you genuinely think Travis is a great match. To me, he seems like great match on paper but a lot depends how he reacts to her fame, media's obsession and obnoxious swifties over a period. He handling everything now is a good sign but they are in the honeymoon phase. Even Joe went with whatever Taylor suggested during the first 2 years on handling media.

Also, I am unsure how he will take his retirement. Do athletes transition smoothly post retirement or spiral? I see a lot of parallels between popstars and these footballers. Interviewers asking about retirement openly once you turn 30+ and we all know how stars spiral once they become old news.

I am invested for both those reasons. I always want people to be happy, but this is more appealing to me than anything TS has been involved with before because there are so many similarities and complementary differences.

I know he is not of Hollywood, but people should view professional athletes as entertainers. Being paid to perform for a mass audience is its own unique lifestyle.

TK’s retirement will be very smooth because he has always enjoyed attention and style and the spotlight, and he will keep those things.

His brother Jason will probably miss the game more, because the competition and the brotherhood seems to be the only thing that ever mattered to him and it’s just going to end. But he’s probably the only unanimously loved person in the history of Philadelphia (Ben Franklin had some haters, yo!) . In Jason’s case, he has a chance to be a great commentator, which is rare for an interior lineman.

[thelaithlyworm]

[ID Quilt of the silhouette of a linesman at the top of a power line, against a mottled grey background. End ID]

[arisingonmorningsinnocent]

"We've all heard about writer's block: the psychological inhibition that stops writers from writing. I don't believe professional writers experience writer's block. To me, writer's block is just as nonsensical as "quarterback's block" in a football game. If quarterbacks run a passing play but don't throw the ball to a receiver, the quarterbacks do not have a psychological inhibition that stops them from throwing the football. The quarterbacks don't have any open receivers or they don't see a receiver who is open or they are running from a 300-pound defensive lineman. Quarterbacks can always throw the ball. They may throw it well or they may throw it poorly, but they can always throw it.

"Writers may write well or they may write poorly, but they can always write. If writers can't write, they don't have the information they need to write.

"If you are experiencing writer's block on a white paper, ask yourself whether what you are writing contributes to your goals and strategies. Examine how you organized the content based on your goals and strategies. Do you have ideas that don't belong together? Do you need to make changes to the organization? Do you need to work on information in another section of the white paper so you can better understand what to put in the section that you are having trouble writing? As soon as you understand the source of your difficulty, you will be able to write."

--Al Kemp, Writing White Papers

[colloquialbitchisms]

BLINDSIDED BY FOREVER PLAYLISTS FOR MY SHIPS / PART 1

feel free to change tenses & pronouns as needed, or even combine multiple prompts into one. be creative!!

LINE WITHOUT A HOOK — RICKY MONTGOMERY

“i don't give a damn about the way you touch me when we're alone.” “you can hold my hand when no one's home.” “i can feel all my bones coming back, and i'm craving motion.” “it's a curse and it's growing.” “all my emotions feel like explosions when you're around.” “i need you here to stay.” “if i could take it all back...” “i swear that i would pull you from the tide.” “i am a wreck when i'm without you.” “i broke all my bones that day i found you.”

DIVIDE — BASTILLE

“in these darker days i push the limit to the love you offer.” “there's a riot in my head, demanding we do this forever.” “why would we divide when we could come together?” “just bodies that collide, lost and found each other.” “looking back around, glamourize the chaos.” “don't leave me alone.” “won't let you go like this.”

SOMETHING JUST LIKE THIS — THE CHAINSMOKERS

“i don't see myself upon that list.” “where'd you wanna go?” “how much d'you wanna risk?” “i'm not looking for somebody with some superhuman gifts.” “just something i can turn to.” “somebody i can kiss.” “i want something just like this.” “i'm not the kind of person that it fits.” “somebody i can miss.”

CHATEAU LOBBY #4 ( IN C FOR TWO VIRGINS ) — FATHER JOHN MISTY

“play piano in the hotel lobby.” “i've never done this.” “people are boring, but you're something else completely.” “damn, lets take our chances.” “dating for twenty years feels pretty civilian.” “first time you let me stay despite your own rules.” “you left a note in your perfect script: ‘stay as long as you want.’ and i haven't left your bed since.” “i haven't hated all the same things as somebody else since i remember.” “what are you doing with your whole life? how about forever?”

DIE FOR YOU — STARSET

“i will run alone tonight.” “without you by my side.” “i guess you had a place you had to get to.” “i know inside, the walls you hide behind.” “i saw the truth inside, the real you.” “because i know you're lost when you run away.” “when are you coming home?” “there's no pain i won't go through, even if i have to die for you.” “the only hell i know is without you.” “it's taking all my will just to run alone until i bring you home.” “i'll search the skies for you and i'll follow.”

WICHITA LINEMAN — GLEN CAMPBELL

“i hear you singing in the wire.” “i know i need a small vacation.” “i need you more than i want you.” “and i want you all the time.”

I AM YOU — KIM TAYLOR

“i am tied by truth like an anchor.” “i'm floating freely in the heavens, held in by your heart's gravity.” “even though sometimes you don't know who i am.” “i am you, everything you do. anything you say you want me to be.” “all my senses awaken to the changes, and i feel alive inside my own skin.” “linked eternally in what we can't undo.” “i am you.”

STARRY EYED — ELLIE GOULDING

“take me in, and throw out my heart, and get a new one.” “you look at me; it's like you hit me with lightning.” “so we burst into colours.” “fall head first like paper planes in playground games.” “everybody's starry-eyed.”

DON'T MISS ME — MARIANA'S TRENCH

“you know, it's not like i miss your laughter.” “it's not like i miss your face.” “i tell myself i could do with the space between me to you.” “i'm just a drink away from honesty.” “so who knows what's true?” “but i'm wondering if maybe you don't miss me too?” “a foot out the door, a foot in the grave.” “i guess some people try to raise the dead; some people try to live instead.” “that's too much time, but much too little now.”

ECHOES OF YOU — MARIANA'S TRENCH

“i've never given into madness.” “but i'm better now than before.” “i've never really panicked.” “you inhale ‘til your lungs get sore.” “stirs of whispers trail and linger.” “you still haunt the corner of my eye.” “echoes of you, repeating from the beating of your tell-tale heart.” “i want to make it vanish, but the notes of an old mistake still ring louder every day.” “i still insist i see the ghosts.” “i can't stop myself from falling.”

PAPER RINGS — TAYLOR SWIFT

“cat and mouse for a month, or two, or three.” “now i wake up in the night and watch you breathe.” “kiss me once, ‘cause you know i had a long night.” “kiss me twice, ‘cause it's gonna be alright.” “three times ‘cause i've waited my whole life.” “i like shiny things, but i'd marry you with paper rings.” “i hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this.” “you're the one i want.” “without all the exes, fights, and flaws, we wouldn't be standing here so tall.” “you're the one i want. in paper rings, and picture frames, and all my dreams.”

ABSOLUTELY SMITTEN — DODIE

“she knows this feeling all too well.” “she feels her heart begin to swell.” “handsome stranger, you've made her insides turn to jelly.” “kiss you until your her lips turn blue.” “that girl just there, yes, she's the one.” “pretty lady, look at how he's smiling.” “i think he likes you.” “but it's too late. you're absolutely smitten.” “i believe in fate.” “i'm absolutely smitten, i'll never let you go.” “i'll never let you go.”

MARRY YOU — BRUNO MARS

“it's a beautiful night.” “we're looking for something dumb to do.” “i think i want to marry you.” “is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice?” “i know this little chapel on the boulevard we can go.” “who cares if we're trashed.” “shots of patrón and it's on.” “i'll go get a ring.” “if we wake up and you wanna break up, that's cool.” “tell me right now.” “just say ‘i do’.”

ALIEN LIKE YOU — THE PIGOTT BROTHERS

“i know that you don't know that i know what you know.” “we've got secrets between us that nobody else would believe if we told them.” ”so, let the stars align.” “broken souls will become whole tonight.” “lift your eyes and let me in.” “would you ever wake at night and realize the reason why you knew me then is maybe i'm an alien too?” “i know that believing is hard with the feeling that home must be millions and millions of lightyears away.” “let's not be scared ‘cause we know love's a world above this one.” “we've both spent way too long hearing voices on the radio.” “we can't let anybody know.”

STATE OF GRACE — TAYLOR SWIFT

“all we know is touch and go.” “i never saw you coming, and i'll never be the same.” “you come around and the armor falls.” “now all we know is don't let go.” “you were never a saint, and i loved in shades of wrong.” “we learn to live with the pain, mosaic broken hearts.” “this love is brave and wild.” “this is a state of grace. a worthwhile fight.” “love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right.” “this is the golden age of something good and right and real.”

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Hey, did you know that digital space exists in real space?

Did you know that the Internet is an interconnected network of physical connections between computers?

Did you know that vast sections of that physical network are still in lead casing cable with paper insulation put up in the forties? Did you know that the only reason those networks can handle today's Internet traffic are because they were massively overbuilt throughout the cold war, and we've been living off that largess for the last 50 years?

If you have a high-speed fiber optic connection, if you have 5G, if you have cell service, the other end of that connection is older than your parents. Telecom companies are much more interested in making a profit by providing a service than maintaining the network required to provide that service.

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There is only a very small handful of skilled senior linemen who maintain the physical structure of the internet that we all live our lives on. As in the entire West Coast has a few hundred. the apprenticeships are open and pretty plush as far as apprenticeships go, but they can't fill demand fast enough. The old guys are retirement age but there's that giant gap mentioned above. plus there's been a massive technology leap and backward compatibility issues because if you have a 5g connection and the server you're accessing has a fiberoptic hardline, somewhere in the middle there are patches of the network that haven't been updated since the Carter administration.

so the guy who goes out to fix it is a 60-something should-be-retired lineman with a twenty-something following him around trying to pull together the knowledge base of a 40-year career so they can update a 70-year-old utility structure to handle modern-day traffic.

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Close Encounters of the Third Kind: A Review

A few months ago I took some time to revisit a cinematic classic: Close Encounters of the Third Kind. After watching it I was of the opinion that Close Encounter may be Spielberg's most influential film. By influential though I don't really mean best, rather I think Close Encounters has had the most transformative effect on the culture. There are other Spielberg films that may be better or more entertaining, but Close Encounters has fundamentally shaped our collective mythology surrounding UFOs and alien races.

With that in mind, I wanted to focus on one aspect of the film and that is the main character Roy Neary, played by Richard Dreyfuss. The character of Roy is as ordinary as they come. He's a lineman responding to localized power outages when his truck is bathed in a strange light at a train crossing. The railroad crossings sway violently, papers are scattered and flutter throughout the truck cab and the radio and other electronics in the truck come alive. Furthermore, the event leaves him scarred mentally. He has strange compulsions like playing with his food and strewing garbage across the house. All these compulsions are driven by a singular desire: to give shape and form to a vision planted in his mind. A place or destination of some kind that may provide answers to the encounter he experienced.

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As a film, Close Encounters of the Third Kind marks a turning point, a shift away from religion as the primary means of discovering our purpose in life and towards the material (science, the universe) as a means of discerning meaning and purpose. I imagine there are many ardent UFO believers who venture out in the hope of finding a flying saucer and saying to themselves: "maybe this will be one, maybe I will be chosen to make the journey." Just as a personal aside, I do believe in God, but there's no denying that aliens have come to occupy an important niche in our collective belief system and Close Encounters has had an enormous impact in shaping modern man's belief in extraterrestrial life.

Prior to Close Encounters, aliens either wanted to invade or speak to world leaders. They would bring a flagship and present themselves in a method and manner similar to past encounters across history between different human civilizations, presenting themselves as either a visiting dignitary or a conqueror. Close Encounters though comes across as something akin to a spiritual journey. The movie 2001 explored the idea of humanity as alien property and the notion that our collective purpose has some grounding in the known universe and with some higher intelligence out in space. The main character of Dave Bowman is an astronaut though on a mission and his journey is one of exploration, not of personal fulfillment. Close Encounters though seeds the idea that ordinary people can encounter alien life in the mundane and ordinary and that aliens might desire to know us in a more intimate and personal way.

This maps on well to the religious mindset. Miracles and a divine presence can be defined as alien encounters, a shamanistic quest to discover oneself through meditation and alternate states of mind can instead becomes a relentless quest for truth and evidence. Even the final encounter at Devils Tower takes on a quasi-religious tone. After all what would be a more appropriate place to meet a race from another world than a mountain, a physical land bridge between earth and sky? I also can't help but wonder if Spielberg is drawing from his own Jewish background as Roy's journey is similar to Moses from the book of Exodus as he foresakes the comfortable and familiar life he is used to in order to go on a journey, one that reaches its apex in receiving the Ten Commandments on Mount Sinai. I don't have any interviews to back up that assertion, but is something I can't help but wonder.

One point of criticism made of the film, and of Roy's character in particular, is his decision to leave his family behind. Its a consistent sticking point for vocal critics of the movie and may break the film for some viewers. Spielberg himself is on record saying that since he became a father he regrets having Roy leave his family. In my opinion though I think the film benefits from this plot point. Roy is a man obsessed and is searching for answers that may give his life purpose, meaning and may reveal some ultimate truth about the universe. For that I think a person would give up their job and, yes, even their family to find that answer. Wandering mystics and religious figures like John The Baptist have never fit well into polite society and I doubt they ever will. They remind us that our horizons may be far too limited, far too myopic to grasp the eternal truths. Roy fits into that archetype, albeit in a way that is a little more palatable to moviegoing audiences. I think if Roy was a dutiful father his journey would seem less radical and devoid of deep sacrifice and I think most people sense that any extraordinary goal will entail extraordinary sacrifice.

In that respect Jillian, Roy's travel partner, is a suitable foil for Roy. While she does complete the journey, she does so in order to get her son back. She wants her life made whole again and is content with her brief encounter at Devils Tower. Though she too has visions planted in her mind, the driving force in her life is her son, whereas Roy's quest is unwavering and he is not content to slide into the role of passive observer.

Appropriately Spielberg keeps things vague at the end of the film. Humanity knows it has been visited and that the other race desires to know us better, but that is essentially all we know. The purpose of their journey, along with the reason as to why Roy and others have been "invited" to meet the aliens at the contact site is never answered. In the final scene of the film we witness the mothership leave while the soaring music of John Williams plays in the background, an orchestral rendition of the simple musical motif that served as a means of communication between humans and aliens.

As a film, Close Encounters is an enjoyable watch and many of the technical aspects of the production still hold up today. I also think its a real cultural milestone, a film that molds modern man's opinions about our place in the universe and serves as the foundation for present-day mythology surrounding the extraterrestrial. A later byproduct of Close Encounters, The X Files, declares "The Truth is Out There" in its introduction and I doubt that phrase would have the same emotional resonance were it not for Spielberg's 1979 film.

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Jake Kim x Reader: Betting on love

Big Deal's gambling arc 2.0 but make it fun

It was Jason that noticed the longing looks, Brad that cringed at Jake's increasingly corny lines, and Lineman that started the bets.

It was also Jerry who caught Lineman trying to solicit money from the other members of the crew.

"What's that?" Jerry looks down at Lineman, trying and failing to hide some paper behind his back.

"Morning Jerry! Weather's nice today, huh? May I say your bald head is looking gloriously shiny-"

Cobra-quick, Jerry swipes the sheets, eyes scanning over the page, one hand holding a flailing Lineman back.

Jerry furrows his brows at the list of dates, names and figures before him. Everyone is betting on when Y/N and Jake would get together?

He considers this.

"50,000 won. Put me down for 2 weeks time."

Listen, it didn't have to come to this. If you and Jake could stop pussyfooting around one another and make the whole of Big Deal feel less like a third wheel, that would have been preferable.

But you couldn't, and they might as well make a quick buck out of it.

Jake, shrewd and clever, would have usually noticed the escalating amount of shenanigans if he wasn't too busy following you around with heart eyes.

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It begins with a book of pick-up lines left on Jake's desk.

(This reeks of Jason's handiwork, trying to work things to his advantage but thinking he could take the high road by being subtle.)

Jake's brows knit together as he flicks through the pages. Huh, some of this stuff is pretty good. A bit cliched but...

Like a puppy, Jake bounds over to you the next morning, greeting you with his usual cheesy grin. His arm comes round your shoulder, and you feel the heat of him like a brand.

You wonder if today is finally the day he asks you out. You're not dense, you know you're practically attached at the hip. Jake's flirting is obvious, your flirting is obvious. (The collective groan from Big Deal can be heard for miles.)

Instead,

"Hey Y/N! So God Dog, Hostel and Workers walk into a Big Deal bar-"

(The collective groan gets louder. Jason is the loudest.)

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"Lovers' lunch offer?"

With pockets full of lint, you and Jake are never one to turn down a deal.

(Brad knows this too. Big Deal allowances are not generous. He has arranged this especially and feels like a goddamn mastermind.)

Lovers? Well it's certainly not an unwelcome thought. Jake sneaks a glance at you as you peer into the store window. He knows you like the back of his hand, he knows how well you would both fit. But the jump from friends to lovers seems gargantuan and completely terrifying.

"Come on!" You grip his wrist, dragging him in and breaking him out of his reverie.

Candles? Tablecloth? Friggin rose petals?

"They're really going all out here," Jake comments, smoothing down his shirt. It's just another place on Big Deal street, yet he feels oddly giddy. Fidgety. Like he wants to reach out and clasp your hand between his.

You raise your eyebrow in amusement at Jake's odd demeanour before examining the menu.

It's all prepackaged ramen.

Which, you guess is fine. If it's cheap.

...You gawk at the cost.

There is zero percent, absolutely no chance in hell, you are paying these prices. Did the owner think people were idiots? The markup is astronomical.

"This place sucks." you say, standing to leave.

"It does suck," Jake agrees and joining you, having seen the prices for himself.

Later that night:

"Brad, you idiot!"

"Fuck you Lua, you know I can't cook. You want me to serve them some burnt turd instead?"

"Then why the hell did you overcharge them so much?"

"You think candles and rose petals are FREE?"

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"Who's been littering here?"

Jake frowns at the spread before him. Usually everyone knows to leave the street in a good condition, but sometimes stray teenagers still linger around and try to make the most of the pier and the ocean.

Lovers and troublemakers. Jerry does a good job of scaring them off.

It all looks a bit too organised to be litter. "I think they just left their stuff," you remark.

Crouching down and looking into the wicker basket, Jake sees everything still pristinely wrapped. It does look organised. Very fancy too. Some cheeses, unopened wine, a whole goddamn baguette. Whoever left this here must have gone in a hurry.

You squat down besides him, "Huh, all these things look untouched."

He recognises the look you give the food. He's seen you look at him like that sometimes too.

Either way, just because Jake is strapped for cash doesn't mean he doesn't have his dignity. He's not eating or letting you eat someone's trash that's been sitting out in the sun for god knows how long.

"Y/N," Jake pulls you away as you start to pout, "We're not eating that, that's pretty gross."

Upon seeing the Big Deal Leader bin all his precious food and ruin his meticulously set up picnic, Lineman cries on Lua's shoulder.

"That food was expensive as shit," he wails, "That's my whole week's allowance!"

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You don't get to be Big Deal's No.2 without being able to pull a few strings.

It would send most people on a power trip, Jerry isn't most people. He's kind and patient and fair. So what he usually asks, he usually gets.

If he wants the Big Deal street to be empty and like a ghost town, it will be done.

You spot a tumbleweed, "Jake? Where's everyone?"

"Beats me."

Jake scrolls through his phone, just in case there was an event he's currently missing. Nope, nothing, nada.

"Y/N. I was thinking the other night... how would you rather die?" Listening round the corner, Jerry feels like he might die on the spot. With his limited experience, even he knows this topic is a romance killer, "I thought drowning might be peaceful but the water in my lungs..."

"Jumping to your death might be fun?" You tap your chin thoughtfully, "It needs to be super high up though-"

And if Jerry wants the Big Deal street to be crowded and absolutely rammed, then so be it.

"Is there a festival or something?" you ask.

Jake scrolls through his phone again, just in case there was a festival he's currently missing. Nope, nothing, nada.

Jerry watches from a nearby building, feeling like an all powerful puppetmaster.

Ok, so his initial idea of giving you two privacy was a bust. Now he has pivoted to forcing closeness.

You would get jostled about with lots of accidental touching, leaving both of you a blushing mess. Maybe someone would trip you up, and Jake would catch you in his arms. He would gaze down at you, the spark between you-

"EVERYONE!" Jake's voice drifts up to him, "I HAVE NO IDEA WHY IT'S SO BUSY. BUT IF YOU BUMP INTO Y/N AGAIN, I WILL KILL YOU. GOT IT?"

A chorus of "Yes, sir!"

Lua watches it all unfolding next to Jerry. "Cheer up Jerry. It was a pretty shitty plan, to be fair."

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For the day Lua bet on, she was blessed with divine intervention.

The heavens parted and rain descended, catching you both stranded in the downpour. Doesn't every romance have a kiss in the rain?

You shiver in your t-shirt, arms hugging yourself. "Jake, take off your coat for us to use as an umbrella!"

With strength even Jake didn't know he possessed, he does not look at you. He cannot. The shower has started to soak through your top, making it almost transparent and baring your- Jake gulps.

He would be lying if he said he never imagined you and your body (almost every night, though that's completely besides the point). This though? This is indecent. Like he is taking advantage of the moment.

Jake starts to shrug off his own coat, deciding to let himself get soaked and to preserve your modesty until -

Look, Jake knows he has a great body. He keeps himself in excellent shape. Girls swoon over him, guys swoon over him, and don't think he didn't notice how your eyes rove over his chest and abs and tattoos. You thought you were being discreet? Discreet, his ass. And speaking of ass, he's seen you checking that out too.

But the thought of now revealing his body to you. Knowing that his shirt will be soaked through, and you will both be standing like you're topless. Not because he's been training, not because it's an unusually hot day, not because of some other shit.

This. This is unfairly intimate. Like it's the start of something. Something that leads to other things.

An extremely alien feeling of self-consciousness and demureness hits Jake. Is this what it feels like to be shy?

He want this. He would love this. Yet it feels like a first-time of sorts with you, and it really deserves more prestige than this situation allows.

Jake chooses to run off instead, taking his jacket with him.

"Come on Y/N! Let's just run home," he shouts back.

Hmph, you think, soaked to the bone and chasing after him. Chivalry is dead.

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Big Deal is not without its problems.

And one of the big fucking huge problem is that everyone is a gangster, or at least a gangster in training.

Sugarcoat it all you want, sure there is passion involved and you're protecting the street. Typical dangers still lurk. It's a fact.

With trembling hands, you apply the bandage Jake around his chest. Round and round it goes, until the stitches and wound are completely hidden.

It's not the first time you've done this, and it won't be the last. You know what being in Big Deal means.

Nevertheless, it upsets you every time.

"Shh, Y/N. Don't be like that," Calloused fingers come up to wipe the tears from your cheeks. You didn't even realise you were crying.

"You should be so lucky," Jake's ever comforting smile comes into focus, "Getting your hands all over me."

Your laugh is wet, but you do laugh. Jake always makes you laugh.

And then you reach out, pressing your hand to his heart, feeling it thrum beneath your fingers, the thump-thump-thump calming your own nerves. Needing to feel Jake's own beat to ground you.

You're always the first port of call when Jake gets into trouble, somewhere along the way it just happened. And every time without fail,, your stomach drops and you feel sick as you sprint towards his side.

Jake places his hand over yours, "Thanks for always being there for me."

As you peer up at him from beneath your wet lashes, he thinks about what it means to regret something.

In his brief years of being alive, there are already many. But if he didn't do this, it might be the biggest regret of them all.

With his other hand, Jake tilts your face towards him. He doesn't notice the tear tracks on your cheeks, or the slight quiver of your lips.

All he can see is the love in your eyes, certain that it reflects his own.

Jake presses his lips to yours, and you can feel his smile.

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" YEONHUI!" Sinu bursts in, almost knocking the door off its hinge in his excitement, "Jake and Y/N finally got together!"

"Huh?" Yeonhui tilts her head at this development, "I thought Jake was injured?"

"Whatever," Sinu flaps his hand in dismissal, "He's fine."

"So those brats made the jump huh? At least it didn't take them ten years."

"Yeonhui..." Sinu whines, curling himself round her back and smooching her cheek, "You still going on about that?"

"Hmph."

"At least we won the bet. I'll treat you out to dinner?"

"You better, we still have ten years of dinners to make up for!"

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