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↬ NEW RELEASE: 'tornado warnings' (2024) by ally !

Tornado Warnings | Eric Sohn

SUMMARY: you have sworn that you would never get involved with the campus fuckboy, Eric Sohn. however, you have decided one day that enough was enough, and you would sacrifice yourself and ignore all of the tornado warnings that were clearly tearing you apart.

PAIRING: fuckboy!Eric x f!reader

GENRE: angst, suggestive, slight fluff

WARNINGS: nc-17, frat parties 😃, alcohol consumption, the sexual tension here is strong yall oops, fuckboy Eric...need i say more than that 😁, he is flirty af, he is umm shirtless at one scene 😀, cheating & playing with one's feelings (don't do that irl folks), petnames (babe, princess), name-calling (again, its horrible don't do that), reader walks in on Eric making out with someone at one point 👀, kissing, making out, teasing, arguments, slight manipulation, reader ignores her own feelings/well-being for months but eventually faces them

WORD COUNT: 3,604

A/N: back with another release for the emails i can't send fwd: series with @sanaxo-o, and this is written for @mosviqu ✨ happiest birthday bar, i tried my best and i really hope you liked this!! 💓 thankiew my dearest 妹妹 @sungbeam for giving me ideas & helping me beta (along with @drunkdrazed emma & sana) i love yall always 🥹💗 also tagging other eric mooties for this 👀 @itsbeeble @kimsohn

This will be the last time I’ll ever do this again.

You have been repeating that to yourself over the past several months, constantly reminding yourself that you will never get into a messed-up relationship again. At least, that’s what you thought about before you were brought back to reality, where you’re standing on the front porch of a party location for the night.

Why exactly was that? Frankly, you had no idea yourself.

But there was only one way to find out: to enter the frat party that catered to the seniors for the night. You pretty much knew most of the people here since they were students who belonged to your batch.

Instead of carrying out your usual routine, go to find your deskmate in psych, who was the one who often dragged you out from your bubble to parties like this, and have a couple of drinks before passing out on one of the couches towards the end of the room; you decided to do the complete opposite tonight.

You walked straight towards the outdoor pool area, where most students were holding their glasses of cocktails and dancing around the pool. Some were enjoying their time playing in the waters. You had one goal in mind: to walk straight towards the other end and to find him.

Sure enough, he was there lying on one of the sunloungers with his favourite whiskey in hand while a few girls were hovering around him, touching his bare chest. You couldn’t care less about that since you already knew this was his norm.

But now it was your time with him, and you boldly made your way towards him, standing right before him before he ushered the other girls away. He allowed you to crawl up to him before settling down on his lap, and he rested his free hand on your waist.

“Hey babe, I have been waiting for you since forever,” he grinned before leaning towards you while resting his fingers on your chin.

Instead of giving him a reply, you stared deeply into his eyes before wrapping your arms around his neck, making the male rest his thumb on your lips to part them. “Look at you, already missing my touch so bad. We’ve only just bumped into each other this morning on campus.”

Once again, not a single word left your mouth, but eventually, you decided to lean in to close the gap between you both before sealing your lips with his. The kiss was messy, and you were slowly savouring the leftover alcohol that was on his lips, slowly getting drunk by the way his lips moved against yours as if he knew exactly which spot to get to.

You have lost count of how many times you have made out, and Eric Sohn knew you from A to Z, especially when it comes to playing around with your feelings and emotions.

He was the campus fuckboy, after all.

Flashback

“Y/N! You won’t believe what just happened.” Your roommate Naomi came rushing through your front door, not even bothering to close it before she frantically entered your bedroom.

“Woah, what’s up? And why exactly is your face flushed red?” You asked.

“What else would it be? Obviously, it’s about the guy we all hate to the depths of the earth’s core!” She yelled, placing both hands on either side of her hips before she began rhythmically tapping her feet.

As soon as you heard the word “guy,” you knew exactly who she was referring to—someone you had sworn to never get caught up with again.

Eric Sohn.

“Let me guess, he had a one-night stand with one of our acquaintances,” you announced with crossed arms.

“Not just an acquaintance, Y/N. It’s Stella-”

Upon hearing that name, you immediately stood up from your chair, dropped some of your lecture notes, and made a mess on your tidied-up bedroom floor. Anger began rising rapidly within you, and you had to try your best to contain yourself and not make a scene before your neighbour started complaining about your specific unit for the nth time this month.

“Not Stella,” you fumed.

“Oh yes he did, Y/N. And things are not looking good right now.”

“Please God, tell me she’s alright,” you pleaded with Naomi, shaking her shoulders. But it seemed your roommate wouldn’t spill the tea that easily.

“It’s best if you check it out yourself,” your roommate silently mumbled before you dashed out the door and grabbed your coat frantically to go see whatever mess he had done this time.

And you hoped that it wasn’t as bad as the previous one.

You were now supporting Stella upright as she tried to position herself directly in front of the sink and calm herself down after having too many drinks than her usual intake. You absolutely hated how your friend—well, former friend—got Stella as messed up as he did to the other girls.

You and Eric went all the way back to kindergarten, where you had always known that there was this little boy who would often cry every single day all because he knew that he wasn’t going to see his parents for a couple of hours, and would try all sorts of methods to convince that he wasn’t fit to enter the school’s compound.

Naturally, everyone knew and labelled him as the “crybaby” and just didn’t really know how to interact with him much.

In the beginning, you reacted the same way with the other kids, thinking that he would eventually grow out of it and decide to mind your own business. However, it came a day when the kids were paired up for a little mini-activity, and that was when you got the infamous boy himself.

Contradicting what the others said about him, he was a jovial and happy-go-lucky kid. In fact, he was the one who helped bring you out of your bubble and made it easier for you to go around meeting new friends. He would often link his arms with you as you walked down the school halls daily, which made the other kids label you two as a couple.

Frankly, you didn’t mind all that because you enjoyed his company. In reality, you often looked forward to being paired up with him again for another activity or sport. After that experience, he would often make his way towards your desk, eat his bento boxes with you during meals, and show off the pretty animal-themed meals his mother had made especially for him.

You often giggled at how he would talk about himself all the time, and it was just mesmerising to see the joy and look on his face whenever he spoke of himself. Adding on to that, he was definitely taught well at home with the way he would go all-out to make friends with others during school hours and help them out in any circumstances possible. He was no longer the “crybaby” that everyone once labelled him as.

Things were going well until one day, his family decided to leave for the States. To say that you were sad about your friend leaving would’ve been an understatement—you were devastated. Not only was he the very first friend you made in kindergarten, but you also felt as if he was your soulmate since he knew everything about you and had never once done nor said the wrong thing that made you upset.

During that time, Eric couldn’t say much either since you were both still young, so he had no choice but to leave with his family. On the very last day when he was in Seoul though, he made sure to give you the tightest hug and place multiple pecks all over your face, promising you that fate would reunite you both someday.

That day eventually came, but you never would have expected to reunite with him the way you did after all these years.

You were both 22, casually entering your second year of university before you encountered the man himself. You were shocked, to say the least, when he first stepped into the lecture hall—his hair was fully blonde, he had several tattoos all over his body, and every girl swooned over him.

He was now a hot mess.

The Eric Sohn you once knew was far gone because the one here was nowhere near the little boy you admired back in kindergarten. Word often spread quickly in college, so you frequently heard about his little date nights with multiple women and his so-called “flavor of the month.”

He was one of the wealthier students on campus, hosting house parties almost once every month. These parties attracted quite the crowd, causing a more ever-present distinction between them and students like you and your roommates—the goody-two-shoes who prioritised studies more than drinking and making out with different people in one night.

That was until he got involved in your affairs.

It all started with him dating one of the girls within your circle, and it ended horribly, to the point that the student herself decided to cut all ties with everyone and isolate herself either in the library or in the comforts of her apartment all the time.

It took you a while to figure out what happened before you could get the girl to talk it out. He was toying with her throughout the relationship, and there were no fixed boundaries or respect while they were together. He seemed unable to settle down with just one girl, and cheating was prominent throughout the entire relationship.

Unfortunately, he didn’t stop there. Multiple exes followed after that, and you’ve seen the heartbreaks he had caused throughout campus. You couldn’t believe it, or rather, you didn’t want to think this was the same soulmate you once had way back in your childhood.

It just didn’t add up.

That was until it happened to Stella.

You couldn’t believe your ears when you found out that your best friend had decided to date with your former friend. As much as you wanted to pull her out of the mess, she knew what she was getting into; who were you to judge or have a say in someone’s decision and relationship?

However, now that you’d witnessed your friend’s downfall in person, you could no longer sit back and watch your former friend continue on his sick, twisted games. So you stomped right out of the bar and walked all the way to Eric’s apartment. Thanks to Stella, you also knew his pin number to unlock the front door, and you wasted no time and quickly barged into the compound.

Sure enough, you found him making out with another girl on his couch, and both of them were definitely surprised to see a random girl going into his apartment without prior notice. The girl under your former fried began grilling him some questions, but all Eric did was stare back at you, eyeing you from head to toe.

In the end, he kindly dismissed the girl for the night before closing the front door and walking straight towards you, now standing a few centimetres away from you.

“It’s been a while, Y/N. To what do I owe the pleasure? Have you been alright?”

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Sohn. You know exactly why I’m here,” you spat, trying to contain the anger and fumes that were slowly rising.

Instead, your reaction intrigued the man, and he returned the favour by smiling at you, one that you knew wasn’t going to end well.

“What does Stella got to do with you, hmm? Unless you’re jealous-”

“Jealous? Don’t make me laugh; I’m here to put you right in your place, mister.” You stomped right towards him and shoved him against the wall, cornering him with both your hands beside his head. “I don’t know what the hell happened when you were in the States, but I surely did not anticipate such behaviour from you after all these years.”

Eric quietly stared at you for a few moments before he lifted his thumb and rested it on your lips, which made you twitch at the contact. “You know, Y/N. There’s this joy in seeing how so many people around you want you. It’s fun and quite thrilling if you ask me.” He was now smacking his lips, and you knew he would make advances if you didn’t stop him there.

Hence, you smacked his hands away before grabbing onto his collar. “Your time playing with innocent girls is up, Sohn. Leave them the hell alone,” you snarled.

“Hmm, what makes you think I’d listen to you?”

You were now put in a bind spot. There was no denying those words that Eric had just spat right into your face. You had no control over him, and hell, even if you were part of the student council, you couldn’t do anything since he wasn’t posing as a threat to the other students.

Another factor was that he was well-loved by the students, particularly female students on campus since he was the guy that everyone wished they could elope with after all. It must be a joke for the fuckboy to listen to your proposal, thinking that you’ll ever have hopes of changing the guy.

But something in you snapped, and you couldn’t care less about the methods you would try to pull off.

Even if that meant sacrificing yourself.

“If I were to date you and meet your needs, you leave the other girls alone.”

That came as a shock to Eric; never in a million years would he have thought you would suggest something like this. You have always been a goody-two-shoes from kindergarten until university. He was well aware of your group of friends: the library was where you would visit most frequently, and you would be back in the dormitories by ten at night.

It took him a while to respond properly, and you weren’t just going to stand there and wait all night, so you did the impossible and pulled him down towards you.

You locked your lips with his.

It all happened so fast, and the anger and frustration prevented you from rationalising your thoughts and making you do what you had done. If you would’ve told yourself that you would lose your first kiss to your former friend turned campus fuckboy, you would’ve immediately jumped off the nearest cliff off campus.

As soon as you pulled away, a smirk appeared on his face, and he quickly turned the tables so that you were now pinned against the wall, his hands travelling down to your waist before licking his lips once again.

“Whatever you say, princess.”

This whole situationship went on for months, and you were slowly losing your sanity each day. Eventually, you slowly began to give into his urges, playing along with his little games if that meant keeping your friends safe.

Nobody understood why you did it, especially your roommates and circle of friends. Naomi would constantly remind you about all of the horrible things that he did, and you would one hundred percent regret getting involved in his affairs. But if that meant keeping your friends safe and unharmed, you would do it ten times over.

Hence, there is a change in your daily routine: meet up with Eric every day after lectures and accompany him either to the local bars or the comforts of his apartment, and stay the night there whenever it gets too late for you to return to your own. You really didn’t mind it at all since you had a roof over your head and you were safe in his arms.

At least that was what you convinced yourself it would be.

His fuckboy demeanour didn’t stop there, and he would often be seen hanging out and flirting with the other girls. But there was a drastic difference this time: he knew exactly when to draw the line and chose not to advance further than that.

As much as your circle of friends would constantly remind you about all the terrible things Eric had done, you convinced yourself that if he doesn’t see them, then they probably didn’t exist after all.

But one question still remains: Are you really okay with everything unfolding in front of your eyes?

Was lying to yourself about your actual feelings worth it for the sake of your friends? And was going into this despite ignoring all the tornado warnings worth it in the long run?

End of flashback

“Hey babe, is everything alright?”

You were brought back to reality with Eric rubbing off a little teardrop that flowed down to your cheeks, not realising that you had been consumed with your thoughts so much that you actually cried in front of him.

You were at a loss for words and couldn’t pinpoint why that was either. All you did was gently touch the area he had just wiped off before you felt your eyes begin to water again.

This time, Eric genuinely seemed concerned and cupped your face gently with his hands for the very first time since you both started this entire messed-up situationship months ago.

“I don’t know…I don’t even know why I’m here tonight, Eric,” you began sobbing but tried to hide your tears by choking back them. Why am I like this? Why do I keep doing this with you, knowing my feelings are not validated or ignored? Why did it have to be you?”

You couldn’t care less if people around you began giving you the side-eye, seeing that a girl was sitting on top of Eric in the midst of the frat party sobbing uncontrollably. You have held it in for far too long, ignoring all the warnings your friends have constantly tried to ingrain in your mind.

You got yourself into this situation; you should’ve known that you were getting yourself into trouble when you proposed that idea to him. You should’ve known that you were going to get your heart broken-

Before you could continue with those thoughts, you felt a little peck on your forehead, only to open your eyes to see that Eric had left a little mark right there, closing his eyes to cherish that short moment before pulling away.

“Did that help?” He asked, once again rubbing your red puffy cheeks with his thumbs.

“Eric…why would you…” you sniffed.

“I realised something, Y/N. While I was with you for the past several months.”

“W-What exactly was that?”

“I’m well aware of the things people call me. I know all about the red flags people say about me; frankly, I’ve done some screwed-up shit and brought myself into this messy situation. I know you decided to date me for the sake of your friends, and it’s very brave of you to do that, despite knowing the hurt and harm that would prevail when getting together with me. But that’s not my point-”

He cuts himself off by positioning himself upright on the sunlounger he was lying on, now holding both sides of your shoulders before taking a deep breath to proceed with what he was about to say to you.

“Y/N. You’ve shown me how friends would stand up for each other in a situation like this and how all of these games that I’ve been playing for so long aren’t going to last forever. Emotions are something that shouldn’t be taken lightly, and you shedding actual tears in front of me proved more than enough for me to make my final judgement,” he huffed, knowing that it wasn’t easy for him to get those words off his chest.

Eric began mumbling a few words before he finally decided he was ready to say them out loud to you. “Y/N, will you teach me how to love?”

Your eyes widened upon those words coming out from him; it felt as if you were looking right at the same boy back in kindergarten, your soulmate and childhood best friend. The sudden wave of nostalgia came rushing over you, and you tried your best to hold those tears back as you needed to properly hear him say the words you wanted to hear for the longest time.

“What are you saying, Eric?”

“it is exactly that, Y/N. I’m…trying my best to muster up the courage to say that out loud to you right now. I know you’d probably laugh at my face,” he chuckled. “A guy like me asking the girl who he's been taking advantage of to teach him actual love? Yeah, I’m insane for all of that, I know-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you sealed his lips with a kiss, pushing him back down the lounger, savouring the taste of his lips. Eric returned the favour and deepened the kiss by wrapping his arms around you, his fingers running through your long, wavy hair while he was at it before pulling it apart for some air after a good minute.

“W-What was that for?” He stammered.

With that, you finally gave him a genuine smile for the first time since reuniting with him here on campus. “Welcome back, Eric Sohn.”

In the end, you both burst into laughter, enjoying that little moment together before resting your forehead against his. “So, I’m taking this as a yes? That you accept my proposal?”

You chuckled before ruffling his hair with your hands.

“Maybe if you take me out on a skateboard date the next time, I’ll consider it done, Mr. Tornado Warnings.”

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quoththemaven · 11 months ago

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corishadowfang · 1 year ago

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CORRRIIIIIIIIIII

I have a question about the fallen stars fic, do you have like character designs for Mem and their partners? Like a physical description

Meili I have a pretty good visual for! They're similar in build to Silver from Treasure Planet, if you're familiar with that. Tan skin, short brown hair; there's a little bit of resemblance to Ephemer with their eyes, but otherwise they look pretty different.

Their partners, I... didn't know existed until this chapter, haha, so my ideas for them are very loose. Bridget I kind of imagine as darker skinned and broader built? And Eric as kind of skinny and long dark hair. But, uh... not a lot for them, aha.

#fallen stars #thanks for the ask!#hopefully this was at least a little helpful aha #i probably need to describe appearances a little better in-story...

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pritishsblog · 1 year ago

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k-labels · 1 year ago

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↬ NEW RELEASE: 'you're my star' (2023) by soph !

( 🌟 ) YOU’RE MY STAR — ERIC

[ DAY FOUR ] of the advent calendar !

( 🌟 ) SYNOPSIS . . . decorating mini christmas trees with your best friend wasn't just about embracing the christmas spirit; it appeared to be subtly leading both of you into something a bit more…unexpected.

( ☆ ) PAIRING . . . best-friend!eric x best-friend!gn-reader

( 🌟 ) GENRE . . . fluff, best friends 2 lovers !

( ☆ ) WARNINGS . . . none ~~ WC 700+ !

( 🌟 ) NOTE . . . soph writing for tbz again , who cheered??? i did !! i need to write for them more so this event is perfect for me to finally continue writing for my top ults 🫶 so funny and how its a crime of how i dont write much for them when they r my number ones … im sorry deobis 💔 BUT LMAO what a great way to continue writing for them by writing a fic for my eric bae <33 his red hair has me WEAK.

"Isn't it a bit early for this?" you asked, carrying a hefty bag of decorations while Eric managed two mini Christmas trees.

"Nothing's too early to get into the Christmas spirit!" Eric insisted cheerfully. He placed the two miniature trees on the floor, motioning for you to set the bag next to him. Retrieving his phone from his pocket, he began to play his Christmas playlist. "And besides, is it really too early to start decorating?"

"I suppose not," you replied, settling down beside him on the floor, sitting the bag of ornaments between you. As you began unpacking the decorations, it was evident that Eric had once again gone overboard with the purchases. You gave him a teasing look, prompting a chuckle from him. "Enough for next year!" he quipped.

"We've got plenty to work with," you remarked, extracting the last package. "So, what's the plan after we finish decorating these?"

"Hmm... how about we each decorate one for the other? You can take mine home," suggested Eric.

"That's a good idea," you replied, grabbing a silver ornament and smirking at Eric. "Mine will definitely outshine yours."

"Really? We will see about that," Eric chuckled. With a mischievous glint in his eye, Eric reached for a vibrant red ribbon and playfully waved it in the air. "Let's see who can make the most eye-catching tree."

You both instantly were focused on trying to make the best trees, playfully bickering when the other would take an ornament the other person wanted. As the trees began to take shape, you stole a glance at Eric's tree and couldn't help but stifle a silent chuckle.

“What are you laughing about?” he asked, raising his eyebrow slightly.

“Why does your tree look like a broccoli?” you teased.

"A broccoli?!" Eric exclaimed in sheer disbelief, his reaction making you double over in laughter as you clutched your stomach. You nodded in affirmation, causing Eric to vehemently disagree with your observation. "It doesn't—wait, now that you say that..."

"See!" you interjected, a playful grin on your face.

"Listen, it's not done yet! Just trust the process!" Eric defended his tree with a laugh, determined to transform the broccoli-like appearance into a splendidly decorated miniature Christmas tree.

Amid the banter and laughter, you both finally completed your miniature Christmas trees. However, as you admired your finished creations, Eric's eyes widened in realization.

You turned abruptly to face him as the sound of rustling decorations caught your attention. Eric frantically rummaged through the piles, only to pause, meeting your gaze with a nervous expression. "I think I forgot the stars."

"No way," you responded in disbelief.

"Yes way," Eric confirmed, a blend of disappointment and amusement coloring his face.

"How could you forget the most important one? See, buying all of this without going through them wasn't a good idea," you chided, scouring through the piles once more, hoping that he was just joking.

Confirming that there were no stars, you stopped and looked at him again. “Looks like we won’t have trees with stars on them.”

“It’s fine—you’re my star anyways,” Eric casually said, the words slipping out without much thought. A brief pause ensued; he stared at you with slightly widened eyes, then slowly covered his mouth in mild surprise.

"Huh?" you questioned, curious about his sudden reaction.

"Nothing," Eric attempted to dismiss it.

"No—continue," you pressed.

"You're my star…" he repeated, his words trailing off, a tinge of warmth in his voice.

"The reason?"

Eric sighed inwardly, hating how you could make him so nervous within a matter of seconds. "You also shine brightly in my life—like a star. And I wish for you every day…" he trailed off on the last part, mumbling it under his breath, yet you managed to catch it and chuckled.

"Is that a confession?" you teased.

"Maybe," he replied.

"That was so corny," you remarked.

"You're smiling though!" Eric insisted.

"No, I'm not!" you countered, trying to hide your amusement.

After a few more moments of playful banter, the two of you stopped and shared a tender gaze. Before either of you could say anything, you suddenly requested Eric to take some pictures for Instagram. He was a bit confused, hoping you would have given him an answer instead, but he still complied.

Following your instructions, Eric stood behind your tree while you stood behind his, pretending to be stars for each other’s tree. After taking a few pictures, you quickly uploaded them to instagram, tagging Eric, who saw the notification on his phone.

After liking the post, his eyes shifted to the caption, which read, “You’re my star too 🩷”.

He smiled at the post, adding it onto his story—what an unexpected but charming way to reciprocate a confession.

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THE COURAGE OF MONTHS

That gave me a way to make a fortune without noticing. Some, like selflessness, might come from going to drunken parties. I think the root of the problem you think about a world in which it would be misleading even to call them centers. Not all were necessarily supplied by the PR firm. There's still a lot of intelligence to get rich. You're investing your own time in your startup. Youth It's the young nerds who start startups wish they could start a startup, and sell it to colleagues. We get all the paperwork set up properly so there are no misunderstandings. An apartment is also the essence of venture investing. If you can find such a clump, it's probably a good bet, why are smart kids so consistently unpopular? I like being part of this talk became Why Startups Condense in America May 2006 This essay is derived from a talk at AngelConf.

What defines it is the same as Berkeley's: you should live better. In the startup world from investment banking, she has always been that it's difficult to pick them out. If we assume 4 people per startup, which is doing so well they could probably starve the trolls of the lawyers they need. Maybe. When they first start working on a space that contains at least one partner from the VC fund takes a seat on the board of directors. I was one of the biggest ideas at Google is going to be better than you realize. Html 23. But this meant a Google was now setting Microsoft's agenda, and b Microsoft's agenda consisted of stuff they weren't good at. It could only spread to places that already had a vigorous middle class. Persistence Is the Key A lot of startups grow out of ideas?

You'll be better off in Silicon Valley, MIT Press, 2006. If wealth means what people want, and for the first time as an adult. They'll make sure that suing them is expensive and dangerous. But that's not true. So the fact that they have a single format. The Secret Weapon Eric Raymond has written an essay called How to Become a Hacker, Eric Raymond, Ken Anderson, and Dan Giffin for reading drafts of this. Xenophon Mem. The future turned out to be a good thing too, or a new category of things not to eat—the kind where, by spending a lot of the advances that happen in programming languages. 3 million six months in, they probably didn't realize it till I was in Africa last year and I wish we had. Let me put the case in terms a government official would appreciate. So if you need to impress are not very discerning.1

Though it brought many social changes, the Industrial Revolution did is their social disruptiveness. A typical angel round these days might be $150,000 raised from 5 people. So I sent all the founders shared this summer was a spirit of independence. In filtering, this translates to: look at the most advanced theoretical principles. Similar sites include Digg, a technology startup takes some amount of bullshit in your life by more than 6. Morgan was to the customers. The most famous example is probably Steve Wozniak, who originally wanted to build microcomputers for his then-employer Hewlett-Packard. Or business users.

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When governments decide how to allocate research funding moderately well, partly because you need to know how to be driven by money—for example, there was when we created pets. Obviously this is mainly due to the wealth they generate.

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adultswim2021 · 2 years ago

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Tim & Eric Nite Live #6: “Christmas Special Thingy” | December 11, 2007 - 10P00PM | S01E06

Another wonderful trainwrecky Tim & Eric Nite Live. Hey, this is sort of an aside: did I ever mention that the titles for these episodes are derived from thetvdb.com? It probably bears repeating. I’m not sure if they are official or what, but I’m sure using them, aren’t I?

This one starts off with Eric sharing his grand mem-mem’s eggnog, which she makes with rotten eggs. Tim tries some and rejects it by spitting it out everywhere, very disrespectfully. Meanwhile, Tim & Eric’s wack pack are decorating the tree with cold cuts overseen by Ron Auster, aka Pierre of “keep your meat ice cold” fame.

This one has a celebrity guest: Jonah Hill playing Pat Horse. Pat Horse is a Nite Live mega-fan. He nervously gets interviewed by Tim & Eric who are not very kind to him, unfortunately. Pat is then shuttled over to another part of the set where he is meant to debate the merits of Nite Live with, I think, Eric’s uncle played by the late great Brody Stevens. The acerbic Stevens goes off, leaving Pat shook. David Liebe Hart once again interrupts to try and stop the intentionally abrasive bit by singing a song to broker peace. I truly don’t know if this man is in his right mind; it really does seem like he’s mistaking the semi-scripted comedy bit for real. Tim admonishes him this time: “this is part of the tradition”.

An aside: If you are unfamiliar with Brody Stevens, he was great but very few programs managed to capture what was so great about him. His stand-up was most effective as a live experience. His HBO-turned-Comedy-Central series Enjoy It is actually pretty wonderful and comes pretty close. It’s harrowing because he started having a manic episode when production started so there’s some bummer mental health stuff when it starts. Also, it was originally a series of six 15 minute shorts for HBO, and that version of the show was much stronger. Comedy Central added more footage to each episode to bring them up to 22 minutes each, and also produced a second run of six more episodes.

DLH gets his own song, but is outshone handily by John Mugar performing the hundred holiday honks. I remember this being used as a Super Deluxe promo that aired on Adult Swim. The stone faced Mugar simply honks a horn 100 times in a row while everyone looks on. DLH gives him space, but then immediately tries to steal focus again by offering to bark Jingle Bells. Tim lets him do a little bit but denies him a second verse.

This one ends with the wonderful “12 Days of Christmas” sung as a way to continually plug the Tim & Eric Nite Live shirt, a real piece of merch you could buy using online services. The song is interminable and poorly writen on purpose, each day of Christmas you are gifted A Nite Live shirt (their “partridge in a pear tree”), and all the other gifts are just names of the principal cast and crew. Highlights include “5 Richard Dunns” which merits its own special camera angle. I hope he felt good about this. There was “4 Ben Hurs” in which a completely soused Hur had to be prompted for almost every time. He would slur his lyric so it either sounded like “froma Ben Hur” or “from Ben Hur”.

At the end of the song, Tim and Eric both give Kaz a couple of smooches on the face. This is the famed Kaz Kiss, which is a running gag on set that everytime they filmed a sketch with Kaz they’d find an excuse to kiss him. It begun with Tim’s birthday sketch, where Tim kisses an older woman after receiving a gift from her (presumably his mom or other family relation). Kaz is scripted to give Tim a wrapped framed photo of himself, and Tim kisses Kaz just as a gag. They didn’t wind up using it in the show, for reasons that will SHOCK YOU! (in case the link doesn’t work: they said it was “too gay”). So, this is the first on-camera Kaz Kiss!

Tim is distraught that the show they just performed wasn’t any good, and it’s all because they failed to get Santa to appear. They turn to noted maniac David Liebe Hart who performs a Santa prayer. Santa eventually shows, and it’s a full-on Christmas miracle. This Santa, who I assume is portrayed by Michael Q. Schmidt, a fat dude who does naked performance art notably appeared in the “Raise My Roof” sequence from the episode “Hamburger”. I say this because this Santa is not wearing pants, a very funny reveal. He seems to be their go-to whenever they need fat guy nudity (or in this case underwear-wearing).

This one doesn’t reach the highs of the previous episode, but goddamn, what could?

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #tim and eric nite live

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[Basketball GM] GM Career Sim Part 23

Season Preview

Notable Matchups

HOU@LAC

WAS@CLE

SAS@MEM

Trade Deadline

Standings

Transactions

All Star Weekend

Draft

All Star Game

Playoffs

Standings

Highlight #1

Highlight #2

Highlight #3

Season Summary

Draft

Lottery

Final

Storylines

- Has Nick Harris (FC, NYC) extended the Knick's championship window?

- Are the Spurs a contender following the acquisition of 6x All Star Eric Solomon?

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↬ NEW RELEASE: 'serene (it's what i hope for me)' (2024) by moni !

serene (it’s what i hope for me) ➵ eric sohn

non-idol!eric sohn x reader

you should’ve known that eric wouldn’t be the one.

genre/warnings ➵ angst no happy ending, exes au, gender neutral reader, unedited, lowercase intended, shift between past and present to represent waves (hence the italics), the chilling realization of your suspicions always being right

word count ➵ 845 words

taglist ➵ @deoboyznet @kflixnet @blankjournal @winterchimez @miusgirl @jenoscafe @sweet-unicorn-world @mosviqu @vernyangel @stealanity @deobi0412 @blue-rainydays @maessseongs

playlist ➵ california and me by laufey // you missed my heart by phoebe bridgers

a/n ➵ on my period and in my eric feelings :’) inspired by “california and me” by laufey. please listen to it! it genuinely resembles the feeling of ocean waves, hence the constant shift between past and present :3 and no, the ocean waves pics have no relation to this fic i just love ghibli aesthetics for the banner. i hope you all like this drabble! don’t forget to reblog and leave feedback!

it’s not summer where you are, but you stand where the season lives; sand in between toes, sea meets the shore. you bask in the sunlight as you look at the expanse of blue while the breeze comes and goes.

it’s serene here, beautiful—but it’s lonely; not a single sight of another person here to appreciate where summer continues to live amidst all seasons.

“i’m sorry.” those are the words that first leave eric’s mouth once you two arrive at the han river, the first words to confirm your suspicions of tonight.

you hold your breath. “w—what?”

“i know, i—”

“did i do something wrong?” your glossy eyes shine like stars under the moonlight; you almost hope they’re enough for eric to take those words back.

“no, no!” he attempts to reassure you but they’re meaningless after what he told you. “it’s not your fault. nothing is your fault.”

seagulls flap their wings, croaking out sounds of their whereabouts, finding their flock they may have been separated from. as you hear a similar sound in the distance, you watch the flock rush off.

the ocean runs to kiss the land every time it has to go, regardless of how long the two are kept away from each other. the deep blue rushes to bathe the pale cream, reassuring they will always return.

and while the beach is heaven on earth, you grow bitter. surrounded by instances of one coming back—choosing to reunite with the other—you wonder if that’ll ever happen to you.

“i—i could call you every night, or morning! maybe i can—”

“y/n, no,” he cuts you off. “we talked about this before, remember? we can’t do long distance, we’ve always hated it.”

your lips tremble. “you don’t even want to try?”

silence settles between you two.

“i would try to make it work for us, but you wouldn’t?”

a sigh leaves him. his hand reaches to rub his temple. “but it wouldn’t be fair to us.”

your phone rings. you look at it to see your best friend calling, so you answer it, putting it against your ear.

“y/n, i have to tell you something.”

a chuckle leaves you. “i know.”

“huh? but how? he only posted that picture an hour ago,” chanhee points out. “do you still follow his instagram?”

you only hum in disagreement.

“did you check his profile again?”

as you look down at your feet that’s consumed by the sand, a sigh leaves you.

“i thought we agreed to not look at his socials anymore! do we need to talk—”

“no, chanhee,” you cut him off. “i didn’t look at any of his accounts.”

“then how do you know? you knew exactly what i was referring to. how?”

you close your eyes, letting the heat of the sun and the coolness of the breeze consume you whole. “i just know.”

you look away from eric, allowing your eyes to take in the sight of the river stream continuously flow as it reflects the luminescence of korea—city lights and stars all together.

such a beautiful sight, but such a shame that it’s been soiled by his words.

“you’re right,” you find yourself saying. “we’ve talked about it before, we could never survive in a long distance relationship.”

you look back at eric. his go-to smile and the sparks in his eyes—all vanished in one night.

“i just wish we could.”

“i know. i do, too.”

your eyes peel open, greeted by the sight of the serene once more. you wish it could stay like this—tranquil, lasting.

“i hope you’re okay,” chanhee says on the other line. “i’m sorry that this is happening.”

you bite the inside of your cheek. “it’s okay, i’ll be okay.” it sounds convincing to you but not to your best friend. “i’ll call you later, okay?”

he hums for a moment. “okay, i’m here for you.”

you drop the call. you stare at your home screen for a moment until you decide to open up instagram.

you shouldn’t be doing this, especially after chanhee’s reminder, but your best friend's words have cracked the dam that held the water from pouring out.

you type his user like a password—discreetly, one you still know by heart.

in a matter of seconds, you see his profile pop up as a top suggestion. your thumb hovers over it, unsure if you should proceed or save yourself from reality. but you remember that it won’t change anything—nothing will change if you decide to look or not.

so you click on his profile, and your eyes land on the most recent post. from the preview in his profile grid, you already know that you were right. a bitter smile settles on your lips.

you shut your phone close and shove it into your pocket. your eyes land back to the ocean, glossy once more like that one night. it’s still a beautiful sight, but it’s a shame that it’s been soiled by one post.

in the same way the waves come and go, he always goes back to her.

#grp: tbz #mem: eric #artist: zzoguri #genre: angst #genre: au #wc: <1k #warnings: none #kl: releases

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earthboundvalkyrie · 2 years ago

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...and Domestic

New Post has been published on https://www.ebvs.blog/2023/01/18/and-domestic/

...and Domestic

We were reminded again yesterday of the growing threat domestic terrorism poses. From the AP:

A failed Republican state legislative candidate who authorities say was angry over losing the election last November and made baseless claims that the election was “rigged” against him was arrested Monday in connection with a series of drive-by shootings targeting the homes of Democratic lawmakers in New Mexico’s largest city.

Albuquerque Police Chief Harold Medina held a news conference Monday evening hours after SWAT officers arrested Solomon Pena at his home.

The AP also noted:

Police said Pena, an election denier, had approached county and state lawmakers after his loss claiming the contest had been rigged against him despite no evidence of widespread voter fraud in New Mexico in 2020 or 2022. The shootings began shortly after those conversations.

The shootings began Dec. 4, when eight rounds were fired at the home of Bernalillo County Commissioner Adriann Barboa. Days later, state Rep. Javier Martinez’s home was targeted. On Dec. 11, more than a dozen rounds were fired at the home of Bernalillo County Commissioner Debbie O’Malley, police said.

The final related shooting, targeting state Sen. Linda Lopez’s home, unfolded in the midnight hour of Jan. 3. Police said more than a dozen shots were fired, including three that Lopez said passed through the bedroom of her sleeping 10-year-old daughter.

Fortunately, no one was injured in the shootings, but four families have been traumatized, or perhaps I should say four more as they are hardly alone.

Many politicians seem to want to keep at least part of the nation in a state of fear. Trump throws threats around like candy, knowing that often, his devoted MAGA followers will take him up on the suggestion and attempt to make the threats real. Campaigns, such as ones run by Lauren Boebert, Marjorie Taylor Greene and others, show the armed legislative hopefuls making threats against opponents (and, by extension, their supporters) or against various beliefs or causes many Americans support.

Threats regularly roll into the offices of officials who extremists have called out for various offenses, frequently falsely. According to Forbes

The number of threats against members of Congress has skyrocketed in recent years. More than 9,600 threats poured in to Capitol Police in 2021—over ten times the 902 threats reported in 2016, just before Trump took office

Eric Swalwell has released tapes of death threats that he’s received, and Nancy Pelosi’s husband was shot in his home by someone looking for Nancy.

Even private citizens have faced harassment, such as Ruby Freeman and Shaye Moss, election workers who trump claimed had been behind part of the alleged (but non-existent) fraud in Georgia that cost him the election. Both were driven from their jobs and Ruby had to leave her home. Not only were they getting calls, but there were even people coming to their door to harass and threaten them. During the 2017 anti-Semitic march in Charleston, VA, one person, Heather Hoyer, was killed and others injured when a participant in the march drove his car into a group gathered to protest it.

Of course, the biggest domestic terrorism attack in recent years was the January 6th, 2021 insurrection. As much as it was an attempt to overthrow the government, it was also an attempt to make lawmakers fear the opposition, to let them know that the opposition could get to them, even in the presumably secure Capitol building, and that if they didn’t do what this group of domestic terrorists wanted, their lives could be forfeit.

Yet nothing has been done about any of this. Yes, there have been trials and punishments for people who participated in the insurrection, but those who organized it have, so far, gotten away with it and many keep amassing more power.

Members of the House Freedom Caucus

Several of the Freedom Caucus members who held Kevin McCarthy’s speakership hostage until he caved in to seemingly all of their demands, consequences be damned, supported the insurrectionists, and yet will now be given positions on important committees, able to wield power over a government they tried to help destroy.

In the aftermath of 9/11, Congress got right to work creating various laws to shield us from foreign terrorists But no such laws or policies exist to combat domestic terrorism, not even following 1/6. And if you go back further, nothing was done the last time the right wing began engaging in domestic terrorism, which was during the Clinton administration. In 1995, we suffered our worst domestic attack in the country’s history. The Oklahoma City bombing killed 168 people, and no domestic terrorism laws were passed then, either.

The extreme right wing – which is almost becoming something more of a near centrist position in the Republican Party – finds terrorism useful. They know that keeping people afraid – of those who are “different,” of the minorities coming to “steal your jobs,” schools “indoctrinating your children” by teaching them the sometimes harsh truth about our nation or “grooming” your child to become gay by exposing them to the mere knowledge that homosexuality exists, and so on – as they promise to take out these threats keeps people voting for them, giving them the power they so desperately crave. And they hope, eventually, to have enough power to keep a permanent majority, essentially turning us into a one-party country.

One reason we survived the wave of domestic terrorism in the 90s was the 9/11 attacks. For a time, foreign terrorism was a great source of fear, uncertainty, and doubt. And, in the 90s, there was much less of a visible connection between elected leaders and the right-wing white supremacists, militias and “patroits” (who are actually more anti-government than anything) who were the ones primarily carrying out the attacks. But after we hadn’t suffered any foreign attacks for a while, the right-wing turned back to their old friend, domestic terrorism. Only this time, their leaders aren’t hiding their connections to those who are committing the attacks nearly as much.

All of this is, of course, a threat to our Democracy. The more power the right-wing gains and the more its followers can scare people away from running for office, serving as election workers, speaking out about what they believe or even voting, the easier it becomes for the right-wing to make a power grab. So, what can we do? Regrettably, I don’t have the answer for how to get us out of this situation immediately, but maybe we can hold the Republicans at bay for the next 2 years if we refuse to let fear get the better of us. We need to make our voices heard, hold more large-scale protests, pressure legislatures to push back against the Republicans, and join or otherwise support pro-Democracy groups. We also need to pressure the DOJ into acting against the leaders of the insurrection, all the way to the top.

If we can make it to 2024 with our Democracy intact, then the best thing we can do is vote for Democrat candidates in such numbers that we give them a sufficient majority in the House and Senate *and* keep the White House so that they can enact domestic terrorism legislation as soon as possile, and then we need to push them until they do.

#Domestic Terrorism #Republicans

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