#needing to study them like bugs does not nearly encompass what i want to do to them

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Savior

Nicholas Scratch x Reader

The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Part Two:

The Morningstar

For a moment, you panicked.

You were in an unfamiliar place and everything was the color of blood. As if the chilling red wasn’t enough, there was an uncomfortable cold seeping into your skin, like bugs needling their way into your pores. Everything felt...wrong. You felt your body getting smaller and the space around you getting larger, daunting. A persistent, grating ringing in your ears was making your head throb; the crown of your head to the bottom of your toes, a...feeling. A wrong feeling. Your head, your chest, your bellybutton; discomfort clenched tight and refused to let you go, but it was deeper than that. This atmosphere, this place. The screaming red, the screaming silence, the screaming sounds. Hopelessness. Despair. Doom. You can’t do this.

You can’t do this.

Your senses were going haywire as you tried to find your bearing, crashing to your knees in a dry heave. Your chest felt as if it was caving in, your tears twinkling like raindrops on their way down. You can’t do this, why did they send you here? Why did it feel like this? A gasp, a clutch of the chest, and a desperate look up --

And there he was.

Your eyes landed on a figure a few feet in front of you, studying you in surprise and interest. His appearance was handsome, but his bearing—

He stood as if he stood before the world, lying beneath his feet. He emitted a dark dominance, a dark arrogance, all-encompassing. It was encompassing you as it encompassed the world, it seemed; and deeper, an inherent cruelty you’d never want to experience beckoning beneath the darkened irises staring at you. He began rotating around you, his figure seeming to blend into the lengthened shadows, towering over you. You felt like a prey animal surrounded by not just one, but a pack of violent predators stalking you just behind the darkness. Eyes glued to your trembling figure, searching for the best way to devour it.

You were terrified.

“And who might you be?” he drawled, circling you.

Your heart would have just about fallen out of your chest if it were possible, a startled gasp ripping from your throat. Your breath began to quicken, sharp inhalations through your nose causing you to go lightheaded. You were completely lost, you lost your thoughts, you lost your senses, you lost your damn mind coming here --

“Answer me girl,” a sharp demand pierced the air. Your body began to tremble as you started to mutter.

Fate is with me.

Fate is with me.

You nearly cracked under the pressure, the rising pressure;

Yes, for a moment, you panicked.

But then you started to focus on your core, the small area of your body where your fate lies within you. Stelas carried their fate, their star, with them at all times. It was inherently a part of them, and like destined, it began to help you now.

“GIRL.”

You slowly began to circulate your energies, every rotation lessening the burden placed on your body by another fold.

You felt as if you could breathe again.

“I am Fate coming to warn you,” you breathed. You took your time rising to your feet, and by the time you came to your full height you were back to yourself again. Your powerful, fates-blessed self.

And you were here to fulfill your destiny.

“I, Stela (Y/n), consular of the fates, have come to take control of my domain, Lucifer Morningstar. And that begins with you.”

For a moment, the man just gaped at you. Then, a booming laugh rumbled through his body as he threw his head back, the shadows dancing around flaring up with the rise of his voice, reminiscent of hellfire.

How fitting, your eyes could have rolled right out of your head.

“Fate? What does fate have to do with me? And of all things, it comes to me in the form of some weak little girl?” he sneered.

Any intimidating effect Lucifer had had gone out the window the moment you clocked the irritatingly childish lilt in the man’s voice.

“Not even God himself could control me, let alone you dastardly little “fate” slaves.”

The man is a child.

Biting back the urge to comment on his little jab at your occupation, you continued along your explanation.

“I don’t know what you did, or how you did it, but you have a fated star now, Morningstar. You have a soul. That means Fate has officially locked onto you, whether you like it or not. This is causing problems, you are causing problems. And it is my job to fix it,” you replied firmly.

“You are clearly mistaken, there’s no possible way for the fates to contain me or my existence. I am simply above all! I am Lucifer Morningstar!”

“Is that what you’d like to name your very real star of fate, then? The Morningstar? It would only be proper,” you mocked. The aghast look on his face had you sniggering, the now chaotic strands of shadows that were twirling about wildly behind Lucifer amusing you greatly.

“You dare mock me, you filthy little girl?”

The rage in his voice was clear, but that only made you even more certain that Earth’s resident dark lord had even less maturity than you did, and that was saying something.

He continued to bellow and whoop at you for a good minute, unable to get closer due to your conflicting energies.

Earth had now become your domain, after all, so even after just arriving you were able to exert a small amount of influence.

But at some point, his rage had melted into stone cold fury, and you were reminded of why the man in front of you had earned the title of the Devil himself. He threw a mean tantrum when he wanted to, and you felt a small bit of that fear from earlier seeping into you again.

“No.” he hissed, his form warping above you, the beautiful face he displayed earlier having been replaced with the head of a goat. The Baphomet, you realized. The conceptualization of his status here on Earth, and your reminder that this man is still a celestial, and this situation is not normal.

This man, this being represented everything it meant to not have a soul.

“I am the Dark Lord! Satan, the DEVIL; your kind shall have NO control over me!” he spat viciously, the rank saliva sputtering from his mouth and spattering onto your face. The goat head was grotesque, his figure was grotesque, the surroundings grotesque. Lucifer was truly angry, and you felt it was about time to calm down the situation.

You close your eyes for a moment, reminding yourself of who you are and why you are here. The very existence of Lucifer’s should be nonexistent soul was why you were sent here, meant to commune with Satan himself. A figure you’d only heard nightmares about, stuff of fiction as far as you’d been concerned. Earth was a fairytale to you and should have stayed as one, and yet now you were here.

As a celestial, it should have normally been impossible for the fates to grasp his tangible sould, yet here he was. And as somewhere chock full of them, Earth should have been impossible for the Constellation Map to grasp and assign, yet here you were.

Fate was truly cruel at times indeed.

“How about we figure out how this happened then? This situation is clearly not working out for either of us,” you finally suggested. “You are the Devil. But where has the Devil found himself a soul?”

As curses were rained down upon you, it took you a few moments to realized that they weren’t directed at you, but at someone else. The current bane of Lucifer’s existence, and according to him, the real cause of all of this, the —

“Fucking witches! Traitors, all of them! They dared to defy their god and trap me here; those bitches! I’ll kill them all!” the ungodly screeching continued as you stared dumbly for a moment, your brows furrowing.

“Trap? This isn’t hell?”

The deeply offended look on the man’s face said all you needed to know, the interruption clearly not welcome and apparently very off mark.

“Of course it isn’t, you bloody idiot! This is merely the mindscape of the poor fool they stuck me in here with; I’ve only merely tampered with it. My underworld is much more impressive and intimidating.”

Despite the childish delivery, you couldn’t help but shiver at the notion that this place was merely an illusion Lucifer put on. You could only imagine what the poor souls actually stuck in hell must be going through.

It took quite a while for you to calm Lucifer down enough to extract the full story out of him, and if you were to be honest you were quite impressed with the sheer balls on the Greendale coven along with their sense of self-preservation.

“That explains the appearance of your star. Your soul must be entangled with the person you’re trapped here with. His star…” you trailed off, eyebrows furrowing. In the star chart, alongside the Dark Lord’s fated star was a dim, dying one. The Morningstar was obviously feeding off of the energy of the lesser one, weakening it’s owner’s connection to their fate.

What this meant for that person, you don’t know.

After coming upon this thought, you finally register the faint sound you realize had faded into the background this entire time. It sounded like light sobbing, the kind a person lets out once they’ve exhausted themselves past emotional intensity and fallen into a pure hopelessly pitiful state of despair.

Your eyes wander around the space, trying to find the source of the noise. Finally, they land upon a small figure hunched in a far corner. Watching carefully, you observe an adolescent boy rocking back and forth, hands over his head and mumbling to himself. He did not seem well, and it wasn’t until a closer look into his core did you notice the same odd split in his soul you clocked in Lucifer when you first confirmed with your own eyes it’s existence. It was the most miserable soul you’d ever seen.

The horror is quick to spread through you, the dizzying effect ignored as you twirl yourself around to face Lucifer again.

“Is that him? The boy you’re trapped with? Why is he like that? Have you been torturing him this entire time?”

Your anger was prominent, and Lucifer’s attention snapped over to the boy. His eyes narrowed and he let out a long, drawn out hiss. The boy’s body shuddered violently, and his already small frame seemed to shrink into itself even more. Rage crept through your veins as you watched the scene, intense pity and disgust shocking your core.

“Ah, yes, him. The bloody idiot volunteered to be the acheron, for my insolent daughter no less,” he claimed indignantly. “It is only right that he be punished for his offense.”

Lucifer continued to insult the boy who hailed from the same coven of witches that betrayed him, and you’d finally had enough.

“Shut up.” You inflected, voice thick with irritation. Ignoring the same offended and murderous look Lucifer has given her several times through their exchange so far, you raise your palm, cutting off any attempt at retribution.

‘If you want things to go back to normal, we need to work together. Whatever you are, you’re under my domain now. That means you help me, I help you. If you don’t,” you shrugged. “You and this entire world will more than likely be destroyed. Doesn’t mean much more than a demotion for me, but for you…”

Honestly, you were definitely underexaggerating the ramifications for yourself should you fail at your assignment. But you were also 100% telling the truth that the Dark Lord didn’t really have a choice in complying with you if he wanted things to go back to how they were. The man seemed aware of that, because he immediately began pacing, his voice once again an insanely thunderous growl.

“I WILL KILL THEM FOR THIS. THEY SHALL SUFFER FOR ALL ETERNITY. THEIR SOULS ARE MINE, YOUR SOUL,” he suddenly snaps his head in the direction of the boy, “IS MINE.”

Lucifer’s attempt at launching himself at the boy, shadows surging and flames of hellfire dancing in his eyes, frightened you beyond belief, and you found yourself forming a sigil from your studies before you could really even properly register what you were doing.

And then suddenly, quiet.

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Can’t Fight This Feeling Anymore

Rating: Teen Relationship: Werewolf x M!Human Warning: Monster POV, angst, Misguided views of masculinity, soft boy we don’t deserve, fluff

Word Count: 3918

A Werewolf finds her mate during school, it’s not what she expected in a mate.

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It starts in the commons room. The smell of autumn, just near Halloween. Crisp, clean air- though it's a little more than that. Like a pumpkin pie baking in the oven while the October breeze blows through the open windows. It's comforting, the aroma bringing nothing but contentment. Makes me wanna find the source and snuggle up under a blanket near it. I have never had such a smell rest in my lungs like this. Every part of my body feels alive with ever inhale.

It fades during first period but comes back around during lunch. I try to ignore it, conversing with friends as a distraction, but it's very persuasive in it's lingering. I begin to grow anxious as the day continues, bouncing my leg during class while biting my fingers. All of me wants to jump up and run about till I find it. I nearly do just that before the bell rings.

Final period is when it’s the strongest. It's almost suffocating in a mouth-watering way. I take in greedy breaths as I lounge against my chair in civics class. I lazily look around the room, feeling like a basking cat in the warm rays of the sun. my eyes stutter over some gent resting in the front row. Lanky, black hair, average style, completely unremarkable. Though his plainness does nothing to deter me.

I study him, picking apart every detail as he demands my attention. I look at his black curly hair, visions of running my fingers through it rush my head. I can almost feel the strands slipping over my knuckles. Feel the tug of minuscule tangles on my digits. The thought is jarring.

My body feels excited looking at him, practically giddy looking at this lad. I want to walk over and talk to him, what I wouldn't give to hear him speak. I bet he has a deep voice, a rich bass. I get my chance when he is called on by the teacher, answering their question with that satisfying octave. I almost purr at its all-encompassing embrace.

I don’t know what this man is doing to me but it seems I could care less. His presence- though not near enough- is all too comforting. I try to think about it but my brain rolls in oxytocin, ladling cups full over itself every time he talks.

The bell ringing is a startling sound. I jump, hitting my knee against my table with a loud thud. People barely pay mind as they gather their things to leave. A friend eyes me with a knowing grin. Still trying to catch up with how class felt only ten minutes long I just regard them confused.

"So you found them," they ask.

"What?"

They scoff," Your mate, you found them? Or perhaps you have some of the good stuff and your holding out on me."

I scoff along with them, utterly confused," What are you going on about, Patrick?"

"Are you joshing me right now," he gawks," You are sitting there high as a kite on the smell of your mate. I've seen that exact look on my brother when he found his at a wedding we went to for another friend." my mind flows with thoughts, trying to delay the inevitable. It all fit together once he said it. Mate. That plain Jane sitting in front of the class is supposed to be my mate. A nerdy, lanky, pasty teen that could never keep up with the likes of me. Hell, he is just some human! How could some weak boy be paired with someone like me? I was meant to have a big powerful man. A body that oozes power, a stature that demands attention. I deserve a man, not a boy.

Patrick rattles on about heaven know what while I deny everything my body is telling me. I come up with every excuse in the book till I label every reaction to something ridiculous. With too much ire is shoot out of my seat and storm off to my car. I need to clear my head for a while.

The week fills with intoxicating scents and denial. It's extremely frustrating talking in circles with myself about something I feel is already dealt with. He is nothing to me, simple as that. He could never be on my level and clearly a handicap in any relationship we may have. As clear a stop my decision is it has a tendency to come full circle when I catch a whiff or see him in the halls. God, that smell will always make my heart swell and my mind melt.

One day that poor lad talks to me, asking a simple enough question about an assignment. The words that spilled from my mouth tasted bitter before they left the tip of my tongue. In some sort of crude about way I answer him defensively, projecting my inner turmoil into hateful words. From strangers to more in just a few words. Someone I deemed nothing to me became a victim to my ire. I began bulling the lanky teen.

I hated myself every time I spat hateful slurs or punishing quips at him. Not even in a heartfelt way but in a way that I disrespected someone on any level. I was harsh in my everyday life, it tends to come with the territory, but I was never mean for the sake of being mean. That exactly what I'm doing, spewing my anger of the situation to someone that despite everything didn't deserve it.

I find out through the week that his name is Lance, a straight-A, gym hating, bug fearing, nerdy teen. He is nice to everyone he meets and has taken to socializing himself up the high school popularity ladder. No one took advantage of him and treated him well enough. Despite his deep love for all thing fantasy he was never ridiculed for it, he was just too sweet to tease. With that, I become to school bitch. Oh, the irony.

"Alright, I can’t take it. Why are you so closed off lately," Patrick asks. I stop glaring out at the tree line and turn towards him. I see my reflection in his sunglasses, hating to see how casually I look lounging back against the picnic table.

"What," I feign ignorance. Patrick huffs, turning away to also lounge against the picnic table.

"For someone who found their soulmate you are being an emotionally unavailable bitch. Hell, you are teasing that poor Lance dude from algebra. Like, what in god's name did he do to you?"

I stiff at the mention of Lance, balling my fist and biting my cheek. "Why don't we talk about something else?"

"For what? I'm tired of this, what happened? Did your mate reject you? Is this why you are being a class A bitch? If so, I'm here to listen. It can be painful to know your mate doesn't want you. If you like I can go kick their ass, show em what's what," Patrick rambles. In his wrong assumption, he does strike a chord with me. I finally acknowledge this from Lance's view.

Startled in my new line of thought I rise from my seat and walk back inside. Patrick sits up, watching me go, but does nothing else.

I walk all the way to the library, resting in some off corner to stew in my developing views. I never realized how Lance may be feeling, well besides how it feels to be bullied. I already felt like trash but its way worse now. Lance may not be able to tell like I can what we mean to each other but humans tend to have a sense about these things. How he must feel to have this strange pull to me that results in constant berating. It's easier for me to cast him aside not knowing what his feelings may be. I feel even worse now.

I startle when I feel a tear roll down my face, the weeks worth of frustration finally wrenching free from my chest. Where one tear rolls, another follows. Soon I'm balling into my forearms while I scrunch up in the corner. It hurts knowing I'm hurting my mate. It hurts thinking about how he must feel, viewing me as this monster I surely am. It hurts knowing how superficial I've been.

Lance, he proved himself to be quiet adept at being a social butterfly, showing great compassion and worth in his daily actions. Not being a typical man, showing off his strength and wealth, but being a real man. He is caring and opens with his fellow students, not leaving anyone behind. Hell, I've even seen him tutor some of the tennis players during lunch. He is just a good guy.

My ear ringing from my realization of ideocracy that I don't hear the quiet taps of shoes on tile. I jump when I feel a hand rest on my shoulder. I bolt upright staring up at the beautiful brown eyes of Lance.

Stubbornly I wipe my tears away," What do you want?" he seems to struggle with his answer, perhaps debating on high tailing it out of here. He settles on squatting down and sitting in front of me.

"I heard sniffling, I got curious," he answers as he rests his arms on his knees. I admire him for a moment. He is so adorable. I always imagined my mate to be drop-dead sexy and droll worthy but Lance isn't that. He is just…cute.

"Well, sorry for being too loud then," I begin to stand," I'll just be on my way then."

Lance raises a hand, stopping me, "No! please, what's wrong?" I glare at his extended hand, viewing all my options for the moment. My body screams to stay, keep close to my mate, but my brain shouts run.

I settle back down.

"What's wrong? Why were you crying," he asks with his well known sympathetic eyes.

I scoff, turning away," Why should it matter? I can't imagine you are too eager to have a heart to heart with your bully."

"Actually, I feel that would be the number one person I'd love to have a heart to heart with," he tries to catch my eyes. I side glance him but hold firm.

"Well, don't expect that here. I was just having a bad day," I brush him off though the truth rests firmly on the tip of my tongue.

"Well then, tell me about it," he gives a quick smile. My heart flutters, my eyes trail over his lips. I find myself in a bit of a trance.

"I realized something I did wrong," I answer vaguely.

"What did you do wrong?"

"I hurt someone I should care about."

"that happens sometimes. What are you going to do about it?"

"I'm not sure, I feel I fucked up big time," as I answer I can feel the skin on my spine tighten.

"Well, I know the best place to start is with 'I'm sorry' then go from there. Who did you hurt, if you don't mind sharing?"

I open my mouth to answer, the words 'you' almost slipping from my lips. As I sit across from him I can feel the telltale signs of morphing. My nails prick at my palms and I feel my ears part my hair as they stretch. My clothes feel tight as I enlarge. I hardly notice it over the view of him lounging casually across from me. Looking at him feels like a lock is being opened. Almost in a snap, a whimper leaves my throat and tears run down my cheeks.

"I'm sorry," I hiccup. I quickly fold in half over my legs, clenching at my chest as my back feels like it's tearing. I whimper some more as my clothes tear. I faintly hear Lance gasp over my rushing feelings.

Soon I find myself clawing at the tiled floor on all fours. I snap my eyes up to a surprisingly kept together Lance. Meeting his eyes I let lose another whimper, digging my nails into the tiles. Lance tilts his head, looking sympathetically at me before opening his arms. Quickly I flop down onto his lap, my head pressed against his stomach, claws scratching at his back. He rests his arms over my shoulders, petting along my spine as I whimper and whine.

"It's ok," he coos," I'm not mad." I cry out, clutching at his clothes knowing I'm probably ripping his jacket. It's a relief to hear those words but god it feels like I don't deserve them. He comforts and coos, letting me tire myself out.

I soon settle enough to revert to human -well, mostly human. I still keep the long teeth and pointed ears, even some sprouts of hair. I turn in his lap, rest my back to the floor to look up at him. Lance removes his jacket, draping it over my modesty. Covering the shredded clothes and revealed skin. He then meets my eyes with a cocked brow, asking without words.

I don't answer, instead of raising a hand to cup his cheek. I feel the heat and slight stubble on my palm.

"You seem pretty relaxed for someone who had a werewolf in their lap," I try to joke. It's enough for him to huff in amusement.

"It's not the first time," he answers. I read too far into, growling at the idea of another person in his lap. He pokes at my side," Not what I meant. My best friend is a werewolf. Having seen him howl at the moon like an idiot will make you less afraid of big dogs."

I scoff," Big dogs, shut up."

"I hope you are aware you are a big dog. A big dog that cried in my lap, would you be so kind as to explain that one," he asks. I stiffen, remembering why I was acting a fool to begin with. My teeth pinch at my lip as the stress overwhelms me.

"Hey," he snaps," relax. I'm just trying to figure out something that been bothering me since we met. My friend tried to explain it but I rather hear it from you."

I glare up at him," What do you know?" I begin to sit up, clenching his jacket to me, but he keeps me down.

"Well, I think I can answer with a question," he starts cryptically," am I your mate?"

I choke on my breath. It seems he knows enough.

"Yes," I hold my breath.

"Oh."

"oh?"

"Yes, oh," he teases," as in that answers a lot of things then."

"Like what?"

"Like how even when you call me four-eyed Steve Buscemi, I still pop a boner," he laughs. I find myself covering my mouth while chuckling.

"What," I nearly shout.

"Every time you are around my body lights up, it's insane. Like, I'm a teenager but I feel as an 18 y/o that I would be mostly past instant erections. Though even when you insult my interest and hobbies I still want nothing more than kiss you," he beams down at me. His smile is illuminating.

"Is that right," I find myself teasing.

"Yes, and it was startling to want you so bad though you were being…rude-"

"You can say bitch, I'm aware of what I was being."

He sighs," Yea, you were a bitch. That being said, my main question is why? If I was to be your mate, why were you so mean to me?"

"Cause I'm stupid," I wince," lots of bullshit."

"Like what," he pushes," I really gotta know what's wrong here. My buddy tried to explain this to me and I can't really wrap my head around it. Like if we are meant to be complementary to each other then why are you so mean? I didn't do anything to you so I can't even begin to fathom why you would bully your mate." his tone breaks the comforting air he brought, switching the setting to confrontational. It seems I may have been right, he has some feelings about this. It sets the ache in my chest to high gear, grinding my lungs up as my heart squeezes.

"I'm sorry," I sit up, pressing his jacket close to my chest. I want to bring the fabric to my nose and breath in his warming scent. Now isn't the time. I rest on my knees, not being able to hold eye contact for longer than mere seconds.

"Was I not good enough," he asks timidly," Did you not like what you saw?"

I swallow hard," at the time."

Lance sighs," so you don't want me?"

I shoot forward, holding out a hand," No! well… I didn't, before. Now it's different."

"Now it's different," he scowls," You can just decide these things like that? One opinion one minute then another later? I'm not someone to be toyed with, I have feelings."

"I know! It wasn't going to be like that, I was just being an idiot to begin with," I answer quickly. The stress piles on, falling heavily on my back. I wince when my nails dig through his jacket into my chest. I faintly notice the hairs on my hand thickening. "I'm so sorry, Lance. I was being ridiculous and completely unfair. Please don't be mad," I whimper. My chest aches, my skin burns, my eyes feel heavy. It seems only fitting to wallow in this for the time being.

"Hey," Lance leans forward," Let's calm down, ok? It's easier to explain a half-naked woman over a large werewolf."

I take a few breaths, shaking as each exhale. "I don't think I can."

"Come on, babe, take deep breaths," he pets on my back. I collapse at the affection, whimpering in his lap again like a beaten dog.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't fair to you," I cry against his chest," I was hateful and mean about something I couldn't control. You are enough, you are worthy. I'm the one who shouldn't get a chance, shouldn't be enough for you. God, you were so nice to everyone and caring. I judged you at face value, I'm so shallow. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

Lance sat quietly while I whined and wailed against him. I have never felt more undeserving of such an intimacy, a luxury to be held and cared for. He should leave, turn, and never look back at the sad-sack wailing over him. It would be fitting, to be left behind like how I wanted to leave him. I can't comprehend why he would still be here now. Fuck, I don't deserve him.

Lance held me close, letting me fill out another pity fest. He kept quiet, just stroking over my head.

"You know, as mad as I should be I'm not that angry," he chuckles," I know I should be after hearing my mate thought I wasn't good enough but I can't bring myself to care. Hearing and seeing you beat yourself up about it feels like enough. Though I hate seeing you so distraught, even if you did say Warhammer was dumb." I huff, not believing he could find humor at a time like this. His words still settle me, bringing a sense of calm to the storm.

I sit out of his hold, looking over him. He gives a friendly smile, testing the waters a bit as I try to read him. He shouldn't be so forgiving. I surely haven't earned it. Wailing into his chest and taking all the comfort he gives me is definitely not the path to redemption. I am being selfish in taking what he gives me with his open and kind heart.

"Don't," I say.

"Don't?"

"Don't forgive me, not so easily at least," I clench his jacket," I haven't earned it. I have to earn that."

He scoffs," No you don't. it's ok, really."

"No, it's not," I nearly shout," I literally didn't believe you were enough. I thought you were some boy compared to the man I wanted. I wanted some stereotypical macho man with big muscles and a beard. Instead, I got paired with a lanky lad who can't even catch a basketball. I saw you as weak, some human who would weigh me down."

"But, you don't believe that now," he asks hopefully. The guarding wince of his shoulders makes mine fall.

"Of course not. I think you're charming and sweet. You have the biggest heart of anyone I have ever met, taking care of nearly everyone in our grade and then some. You tutor anyone who needs help, you lend an ear to anyone struggling, you let me cry on you though I was nothing but mean to you," I blink back tears," I don't deserve you. You are too sweet and smart for someone like me who thought you weren't enough. I'm the one who isn't enough. Fuck, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I can't imagine how confusing it must have been to be drawn to me and rejected by me. Lance, i-"

I startle at the hands cradling my face then the lips pressing against mine. I stare ahead wide-eyed, confused above all else. Lance doesn't part just yet, carding his fingers through my hair as gentle as possible. Not looking a gift horse in the mouth I react. Reaching up and finally feeling his soft strands gliding over my knuckles while sucking on his lip.

Lance pulls back first, leaving me to awkwardly trail after him. He chuckles as I lean back, shifting his jacket up to my neck.

"I never got to shut someone up with a kiss before, I'd have to say it makes me feel a little powerful to see you so flustered," he teases.

I hide my face in his jacket," Shut up."

"Not yet," he grabs my hands. He lowers the jacket to my neck then cups my cheeks," I think it's my turn to talk?"

I nod.

"Ever since I first saw you I have been nothing but confused. I don't care for being so conflicted over some girl, you made my world tilt a bit. Now that I have all the pieces I can confidently say that I still like you and want to give this a try. What you did hurt, but I get it. Your world tilted a bit too, I can understand how that can make someone a bit angry or scared. I mean I was a mess for a while till my buddy explained it. So I say I forgive you because now I know what it all means and I know you will make it up to me. Like going out this weekend with my buddy and me to a movie. Though I'm sure you will definitely learn your lesson after my friend gives you a talking. I can't stop him and neither can you so it's best we get it out of the way," he smiles," sound like a plan?"

I stare at lance for a moment. I felt I had a plan somewhere in the middle of this conversation. Everything was out in the open and I planned to win him over, dealing with the reprimands of my transgressions before really seeing where this will go. Now everything is sitting at an angle, confusing and wrong. I truly do not deserve him.

But I can work on that.

"Friday then," I ask.

"Friday is perfect."

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Starts off as a story on how woman can also be the problem with how toxic masculinity works. which is true, we shouldn’t pressure or make men feel bad because they aren’t “manly” enough. sometimes men are scared of bugs and that’s ok. towards the end it just became some fluff cause im a sap.

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Fragmentation 0.7 - KSJ

Plot: How does one measure freedom? Are our choices truly our own, or are they part of a preset design outside of our control? We all have a question burning inside of us, though few speak it out. It is the question that drives us forward, seeking purpose in our lives. What is The Matrix?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | The Matrix!AU | angst | sci-fi | action | drama

Pairing: N/A

Warnings: Strong language, allusions to suicide, extreme angst, graphic violence

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Word Count: 2,096

AN: On to Seokjin’s origin story of how he left The Matrix. I actually took inspiration from the animated short, Beyond, from The Animatrix. I always found it super fascinating that certain parts of The Matrix, much like a computer, experiences “glitches” from time to time. Especially in the earlier incarnations of it.  All information in the universe can be found on the official Matrix Wiki so please use that as a reference guide if you ever get confused!

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Seokjin tossed the apple in his hand lazily, lagging behind his friends as they chattered on about some “cool thing” they found. He didn’t understand why they were so adamant in dragging him out there, but it wasn’t like he had anything better to do. Martin called and told him he didn’t need to come in for his shift today if he was fine with trading with him for that Sunday. As a teenage senior, he didn’t have much to really worry about as far as money. His parents were loaded. The only reason he had a job in the first place was his father wanted to teach him the “fundamental building blocks of living in society” and how to acclimate to said societal norms.

The truth? Seokjin was lazy at times and didn’t much care for responsibility on that level. With a successful chain of restaurants, stocks and bonds piling up in the bank, Seokjin didn’t have a care in the world. He could flit around and do as he pleased. The caveat? He had to maintain his grade point average and have a part-time job. If he couldn’t balance both his schoolwork and his actual job, then he didn’t deserve to inherit everything his father managed to build in his lifetime.

Easy money. Too easy. One day off on a said day when he didn’t feel like working, replacing said workday with a Sunday? The choice was obvious.

“Yo, Jin,” called Abbey, causing his mind to focus back on the current conversation he hadn’t been listening to in the first place, “it’s this way.”

He watched as Abbey, James and Elena motioned for him to follow through a narrow alleyway. The sun was bright and he couldn’t help but wonder why they were even doing this in the middle of the day. When it came to those three, they were always trying to get into some kind of mischief. Seokjin didn’t really think too much of it. Even if he got in trouble, he knew his mother would find a way to get him out of it. 

What slivers of light existed quickly vanished within the dark shadows of the alley. They couldn’t enter in pairs - all trailing behind the other like little worker ants. Seokjin crunched into his apple, the sound bouncing off the walls of the small enclosure. They continued to chatter amongst each other, but Seokjin followed behind silently. He hadn’t been asked anything worth responding to and nothing of interest forced him to comment on it.

They were used to his lackluster attitude though.

As they breached the other side of the alley, he squinted from the sudden flood of light nearly blinding him. Abbey’s high-pitched giggle caught his interest. He shielded his face with his forearm, catching the image of James and Elena jumping into the air just in time. He didn’t quite understand what was so amusing…

...until he looked up and saw that Abbey was floating in the air.

“Whoa,” Seokjin murmured just as James did a somersault in the air - his motions slowed as if he were suspended in zero gravity, “what the hell?”

Elena laughed, her hair fanning out in the air as she hung upside down. “Pretty cool, huh?”

Seokjin nodded slowly, almost dropping the apple in his hand. “Yeah…”

“C’mon, Jin!” Abbey waved emphatically to him, spinning to the ground like a dancer from a dream. “You try it out!”

His eyes lingered around, spying all the various things in that section of the abandoned playground; a piece of a seemingly abandoned district. Rocks floated around, bouncing up and down in soft motions as if they were situated on an invisible river. Little bugs that attempted to fly off were slowed by whatever encompassed the space they were currently standing in. Seokjin could count the number of wings and how many times they flapped.

“What is this?” he asked, unsure of what this was and why he was even asking in the first place.

“We don’t know,” James answered with a shrug as he perched on the metal jungle gym, “but we figured it might have something to do with why this district got abandoned.”

He picked up one of the floating rocks, studied it, and then tossed it off to the side. The sound of it hitting the pavement caused him to turn and glance over his shoulder. The rock skittered off behind a barrel, hidden in its shadows where he wouldn’t bother looking. Canting his head slightly, he picked up another one of the floating rocks and threw it into the space where it occupied. For half a second, it zipped in at normal speed before slowing to a halt just inches away from James’ face.

“Hey!” he yelled, but Seokjin continued to look at the other rocks scattered along on the ground, “You could have hit me!”

Seokjin scoffed. “I doubt it.” 

He tossed the apple into the air, watching it float along in the space - suspended in the air just outside of his reach. 

Suddenly, there was a harsh sound resembling a record scratch that caught his attention. When he turned to face it, he saw that an old soda can seemed to be glitching in and out of focus. Seokjin’s eyes narrowed slowly, his feet moving toward it. 

“Jin?” Abbey’s voice sounded concerned. “What is it?”

“You guys didn’t hear that?” He turned away from the can to look at his friends. “You guys didn’t hear that?”

All three of them shook their heads simultaneously. Had he been the only one to see it? To hear it?

But that’s crazy, he thought, his eyes moving back to the can, it was so loud and the fracture across the can is so obvious.

Or was it?

“Jin, you’re scaring us, dude,” chimed Elena, but he couldn’t be bothered with that. Not if they couldn’t see it.

But why could he see?

Like a bolt of lightning, the wails of sirens pierced through their tranquil setting. Flashes of red and blue illuminated their world. Seokjin looked around, his eyes widening as he quickly turned on his heels and scrambled a few steps back. His gaze shifted to the sky and he balked, seeing that it was suddenly dusk. When had it gotten that dark? They couldn’t have been there for more than an hour. Maybe less.

“We gotta go!” yelled Abbey, grabbing onto Seokjin’s wrist and pulling him away from the miniature wonderland. 

Their sneakers pounded the pavement, kicking up dirt and scattered newspapers around them. James scrambled up a dumpster and grabbed for the handrailing of a fire escape. The girls followed suit and Seokjin knelt down to give Abbey a boost. Just as he was about to reach for her outstretched hand, flashlight beams all shined on him at once. Seokjin did his best to shield his eyes, backing away from where his friends were. Climbing up was too risky. He had to leave them and go off on his own.

“Look, I’ll catch up with you guys later!” he called up to them, pivoting on his heels and tearing off down the alleyway. 

As his world got darker, Seokjin thought the alley was getting smaller and smaller. His breath came in quick intervals and he blinked rapidly against the sweat threatening to seep into his eyes. Just as he was about to reach the edge of the alley, an arm suddenly flung itself out of a window and grabbed him by his shoulders. He tried to scream, but all he could taste was leather as a hand covered his mouth - the rest of his body being dragged into the building through the opening.

Fear clutched at his chest, squeezing it slowly. Darkness flooded his vision, rendering him unable to see as the rushed sound of footsteps thundered passed. When the noise faded away, Seokjin’s heart finally began to ease up. The owner of the hand and arm that dragged him into the building finally stood up, giving him room to finally breathe comfortably. 

“That was close,” said the person, her voice distinctly feminine. 

Seokjin took a moment to get a good look at her, her dirty blonde hair framing her face while the rest of it was pulled back through the hole in the back of her ball cap. A cheeky grin etched her features. Her shorts were provocatively short, muscled legs covered in thigh high stockings that disappeared into a pair of combat boots. Her upper body showed off her toned midriff, the rest covered in a denim jacket and black tank top. She didn’t look much older than him, from what he could tell.

He frowned. “Who the hell are you?”

“Does it matter?” She scoffed, folding her arms across her chest. “Even if I told you, you wouldn’t know anyway, would you?”

Well, she certainly wasn’t wrong. But that didn’t make it any less irritating. It was clear that she knew something that he didn’t and considering the situation he just barely escaped from (barring her help), that was something that didn’t sit well with him. Not by a long shot. 

“Why’d you help me?”

If he didn’t know better, he swore he saw her grin get just a little bit bigger. 

“You saw it, didn’t you?”

A cold sweat prickled along the back of his neck. Instead of answering, he chose to swallow the lump in his throat. Apparently, that was all the response she needed. Chuckling more to herself than to the information he’d unintentionally given away, she shook her head slightly. 

“Well, it’s a good thing I swung by when I did.”

Seokjin’s frown deepened, if possible, and he took a step toward her. “Just what in the hell is going on?”

She unfolded her arms, stuffing her hands into her pockets. She fished around in both until one came out. She held her fist out to him, urging him to come forward. When he did, she lofted a brow, waiting for him to do something else. Not sure what she was wanting, Seokjin held out his palm.

Opening her fist, she dropped a small, silver case into his hand. Curious, he popped open the box and inside were two pills. One blue, the other red. Was she trying to drug him?

Just as he opened his mouth to question her, he saw the girl holding a cell phone up to her ear. 

“Stand by for pickup.”

Seokjin had about as much as he could stand. “Hey! What’s the big idea? You tryna kidnap me or some shit?”

The girl frowned, craning her neck slowly to glare at him. “You’re the idiot that doesn’t even realize he’s already trapped.”

He blinked, not sure why hearing that struck a nerve. What did that even mean?

“If you want to know the answer behind that little gravity show you and your friends were messin’ with, take the red pill. You wanna forget about it and go back to your normal boring life, then take the blue pill. Choice is yours, Buttercup.”

Seokjin’s eyes lingered back to the pills. He couldn’t forget what he’d experienced. His friends thought it was just some weird phenomenon and, honestly, if he hadn’t seen the can glitch out, he might have chalked it up to that as well. But too many things didn’t add up. How had the police shown up so quickly and when had time shifted that fast in a space where it only felt like he’d been there for no more than an hour?

Grasping the red pill between his thumb and forefinger, he popped it into his mouth and swallowed. The girl’s grin returned and he watched her hang up the phone and slip it back into her pocket. In the dark and dusty building they were in, the walls inked over in black as flickers of green numbers seemed to explode along the walls. Seokjin’s ears started ringing to the point where they hurt and he clutched at them with both hands, dropping the case and the remaining blue pill. He felt a hand on his shoulder as it squeezed it gently.

“You gotta breathe,” she said, her voice a distant whisper against the roaring sound of his blood rushing through his ears, “just take a deep breath. It’ll be over quick.”

And as he took a breath, everything blurred over in a haze of green, black and gray. Until there was nothing left. It was quiet; peaceful. But somehow he knew that this was only the beginning.

“Welcome to the Real World.”

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((3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory?

Moraelyn would claim to have had a perfect childhood. How true that is, or whether it’s due to a couple of centuries’ worth of rose-tinting, is hard to say. There was a lot of social pressure on him, as the third-born child of an Indoril family living within Hlaalu territory; you would think this would have eased off a little as he grew into his Vimeri identity, but if anything, it only grew more intense. A lot was always expected of him, even when very young, and that’s without even taking into account the specifics of his parentage. Any Ordinator’s child has an image to live up to, or live past, and the spectre of his father’s actions within the Order of the Inquisition spread very far; there were always those who’d view him with suspicion or fear, and he would not realise for years that they thought him to be his father’s eyes and ears. The offspring of an inter-House marriage, too, carries quite a stigma, even when that marriage was carefully-arranged and legal. His late childhood and adolescence brought with it the responsibility to be the model studious Indoril and allow no one (especially no Hlaalu mer) to find fault in him, and by extension in their family. It’s unsurprising that Moraelyn developed three common traits in House children: an almost reverent attitude to memorised etiquette and manners, a deep well of hidden anxiety, and also a weirdly-persistent rebellious streak somewhat bordering on the perverse.

By and large, though, he was mostly happy: his brothers loved him, his friends were usually loyal, he adored his little sister, his parents were tender and even somewhat indulgent by Dunmeri standards. His family was not exactly rich, but he had enough resources available that he never wanted for food or clothes or books (so, so many books). He went to his Temple classes and played in the river-mud and hit his brothers with sticks and let his sister eat beetles. That’s not a bad life, for a kid.

He has a vast wealth of fond memories, some of which I will present now in no particular order:

His brothers sitting with him on the front step of the house in the evening, teaching him how to carve corkbulb, soaking the chunks in ashwater so that the sharp knives slid through like butter.

Climbing the rocks and old trees out by the edge of town with his friends, catching little lizards and bugs to take home in a jar to show his mother, and the first time he pulled himself all the way to the top of the tallest rock formation: he’d never seen out so far, and it was just as sunset was painting the landscape in so many beautiful colours that he forgot how to breathe for a minute.

His uncle, Endalyn Thavas, letting him ride a retired Redoran Guard cavalry guar, thinking it would be quiet and sedate; it took off at a dead run into the Ashlands and they didn’t find it again for two hours. Moraelyn, still clinging to the saddle, immediately wanted to go again. This might have been the start of his ongoing love affair with absurdly-fast mounts.

Bad memories… Sadly, yes. No childhood is perfect.

The parents of one of Moraelyn’s best friends ‘having done something bad’ and ‘having to go away to learn better’. It was an open secret in Balmora that Moraelyn’s father, Savaryn, was the Ordinator who took them; mask or no, everyone knew him well enough by the back-pain stiffness of his gait. While Savaryn did try to explain things to his confused and upset little thirdborn, it wasn’t good enough for the vanished mers’ child. She hated Moraelyn for the rest of her life.

Being stuck overnight in a kwama den. While playing in an old mine he’d often been told not to play in, Moraelyn was trapped underground by a tunnel collapse, falling through a weak spot in the cave floor. It was only after he’d dusted himself off and started trying to climb out that he found that the mine was far from empty, and that the chamber he’d fallen into housed the colony’s queen. He spent the night in there, burying himself in cave dirt and eggshell in a corner to try and avoid the kwama’s notice, very aware that they could kill a grown mer with horrific ease. He’s never quite been the same about caves and tunnels ever since.

Being threatened by a furious ghost as a small child. The Ithren line bears many Ordinators, almost a family profession going back centuries. In an ancillary Ithren family tomb, there is a maddened ghost forced into permanent guard service, the spirit of a corrupt Ordinator who betrayed their post and oaths to House Indoril; the specifics were rarely, if ever, made clear, though they exist in certain Indoril ledgers from the period. Though bound by powerful magic never to harm any of Ithren lineage, Moraelyn was utterly terrified by them as a small child. He would hear the ghost’s muttering, snarling voice, whispering monstrous urges and horrifying secrets that no one else could hear. Sometimes he still does.

Almost being abducted by some shady mer who might have been a part of the Camonna Tong. It’s hard to say whether they truly were or if they were just plain bad mer of no affiliation, but they scared him nearly to death. They’d seized him and intended to drag him away before a guard heard his struggling and came to his rescue, killing one of the mer in the process.

6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate?

Moraelyn was one of those odd children who loved schooling, the sort who would ask for additional homework if given the chance. The Temple library was his very favourite place, spending long hours enthralled in stories and sermons even back when he still needed to have them read to him. He was chattersome and engaged, for the most part, though he always found mathematics dreadfully boring. He sometimes drew pictures for the instructors he liked most. He also sometimes drew pictures of the instructors he liked the least, which sometimes got him into a lot of trouble.

He finished his basic education (the freely-available curriculum of basic literacy, numeracy and Tribunal doctrine provided freely to all citizens of Morrowind, don’t @ me about this, check the commoner and pauper dialogue if you don’t believe me) long before his tenth birthday, and continued in one branch of Temple instruction or another until his early adulthood. He likely would have stayed that way, content to be an eternal student, were he not eventually drawn inexorably into true Temple service (then to the specific positions of the Order’s Vimeri priesthood), so whether Moraelyn ever really finished his schooling is mostly a matter of perspective. Certainly, his long and varied schooling puts him at a more tertiary level of education than most.

Of all the subjects he learned during his smaller years, his favourite would probably be advanced literature studies, which also encompassed calligraphy since Temple education tends to conflate the two; after all, what good is it to learn how to construct the perfect poem or analytical essay if no one can read it? He filled slates and pages with rivers of words, a habit that continues to this day after a fashion. It wouldn’t quite be correct to say that artwork and iconography replication was also a beloved subject, since he had been drawing and painting at home since he could hold a stick and draw in the dirt, and as such it never felt like real schoolwork to him.

He never did learn to enjoy mathematics, though. Sometimes he wonders if that’s vaguely heretical in some ill-known, Seht-sphered fashion.

8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals?

Answered here, so let me tell you about Moraelyn’s bird-watching. Moraelyn has a high-intellect, low-resource approach to most of the interests and hobbies he’s gained outside of Morrowind, by which I mean he’s very dedicated but very resistant to actual instruction. Sometimes, it’s because there just aren’t any written sources available or people learned enough on the subject to teach him; other times, it’s just because he’s stubborn and usually refuses to take anyone’s word for anything.

His bird-watching hobby is an excellent example of this. He’ll take detailed notes, sketches, collect feathers, and likely have a very good grasp on the species and habits of birds in his immediate vicinity. However, due to a variety of reasons (language barriers, lack of written notation on the subject (because who needs to write down what a perfectly common bird is, right?), recent arrival to the province, outright derision for what anyone tells him, etc), he doesn’t always know what their actual names are. So, he does what he’s always done with languages that aren’t his own: take the parts he does know, and force them into more fitting shapes with enough conviction that they might sound like real words in their own right to someone who wasn’t paying very close attention.

He knows what pigeons are, but not doves. He knows what sparrows are: small, roundish birds that eat seed and steal breadcrumbs. Therefore, all small, roundish birds, if they can be plied with seed or breadcrumbs, must be some sort of sparrow; yes, this also includes pigeons. He’s pretty sure that quail, pheasant and grouse are various types of wild chicken (he’s actually not that far off). He knows that hawks are birds of prey with large talons and a hooked beak, and that falcons are like that but smaller and can be made to sit on your arm with some training, therefore ‘hawk’ and ‘falcon’ are more general size classes in his mind than real species types. He thinks owls are probably some sort of falcon, and does not believe eagles exist. Don’t try to convince him.))  

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Microsoft takes aim at Chrome OS with a new

Redmond now has the tools to take at the Chrome OS hazard. Microsoft’s The big apple Town event to release Windows 10 S and the Floor Laptop seems to have harassed many people. The bigger subject matter of the occasion changed into “training,” but this is a vast topic. Judging via a number of the reactions, Microsoft didn’t do a very good activity of distinguishing the Surface Computer from its services and targets for Okay-12 education. When introduced, the Pc was still given a training spin, however in a totally one of a kind context: college students, instead of middle and excessive schoolers.

Both of those are important, but they’re vital in specific methods, and the challenges Microsoft faces are very unique. At the same time as Surface Laptop is the maximum of the company’s announcements, it’s miles, just like the different Floor hardware, meant as more of an excessive-stop halo product in place of a mass-marketplace device. Surface Laptop became arguably the least vital part of what Microsoft presented. Windows 10 S and the range of training-orientated systems starting at $189 are a much larger deal. center- and excessive-faculty schooling has usage models that aren’t commonplace in most other spheres. As an example, Whilst Windows has lengthy supported character person money owed, using distinctly shared systems—in which each pupil grabs a Computer from a cart at the begin of a lesson (or sits down at a lab Laptop) and logs in, having by no means used that precise system earlier than—is a lot much less commonplace in home or company scenarios. corporate deployments of loads of computers could nearly constantly have some kind of on-web page administrative team of workers together with centralized control the usage of Active Listing and Institution Regulations. faculty environments are often far greater ad hoc, without that equal primary control and lots greater use of fingers on upkeep.

Because of this school environments are often pretty poorly served through the traditional IT department-orientated control gear, diluting strengths that Home windows might in any other case have.

Differences Between Microsoft Word 2003 and Microsoft Word 2007 – An Overview

Microsoft Phrase being one among the maximum widely used Microsoft programs lets in customers to jot down and create, view, copy, paste, keep, edit, proportion, and print textual content files and so on. Microsoft Word application regulations the Phrase-processing marketplace because it allows customers to enhance their text files by using inserting pics and animated pics, charts, diagrams, tables, figures, and shapes and many others.; and with the aid of the use of textual content in distinctive styles, fonts, colors, and languages and so on. at the identical time. Considering its launch, Microsoft Phrase has significantly decreased users’ burden of creating a couple of files at a time, copying them to any other Phrase record, and walking grammar & spell take a look at the function and so forth. With the time, Microsoft Word (MS-Word) also progressed to new versions which include MS-Word 2003 and 2007. Under are some of the huge capabilities that distinguish MS-Word 2007 and MS-Word 2007:

Interface:

Microsoft-Phrase 2003 – It accommodates numerous menu tabs in addition to device bars that encompass lots of buttons. Those buttons/capabilities can be custom designed to provide command get admission to.

Microsoft-Phrase 2007 – It uses a person-friendly interface known as ‘Ribbon’. It contains 7 menu tabs viz. ‘Home’, ‘Web page Format’, ‘References’, ‘Mailings’, ‘Review’, and ‘View’. There may be an eighth tab also called ‘Developer’ this is, however, growing to become off through the default settings. Each Ribbon tab contains distinctive buttons in conjunction with drop down menus. however, as compared to MS-Phrase 2003, the Ribbon interface in MS-Word 2007 isn’t always customizable.

report Format:

MS-Word 2003 – It uses Document document Layout for saving textual content files. but, users will download a compatibility % for establishing DOCX documents.

MS-Phrase 2007 – It makes use of DOCX document Layout, that is an open XML standard Format. It’s miles the extensively used record Format for opening XML documents. The users additionally have the choice of saving their documents/documents in Document Layout.

Document Inspector:

MS-Word 2003 -It comprises ‘Dispose of Hidden Statistics’ add-in, that is a device to Eliminate Document’s hidden or seen information which includes non-public etc. however, the add-in does not a person make adjustments to Report’s homes.

MS-Phrase 2007 – It contains ‘Investigate Document’ command this is while finished gives a listing of alternatives including versions, remarks, annotations, File residences, custom designed XML Records, private records, or revisions among others. The Investigate File function permits customers to delete above noted options as in line with their necessities.

Let’s Dig Into Google Chrome

Google has advanced its own internet browser known as-as “Google Chrome”. It’s far one of the most broadly used web browsers and favored with the aid of extra than 50% of customers. It’s far user-pleasant, and it has an appealing interface. Google Chrome has some additional Func IAD accessories, that you might not discover in other internet browsers.

Ground building up!

Chrome has been built from scratch. The Google internet builders emphasized upon having cutting-edge, up to date, wealthy in media and outstanding speedy net browsing.

Plug-ins and platform

Google chrome has been constructed on internet Package, it also supports android’s browser in addition to Apple’s Safari. It makes use of Google Gears, a web applications platform/plug-in.

Multi-Processing

customers demand clean to use internet browsers and search for their compatibility. Google chrome has been a success in this regard as it enables multi-processing, which handles element of a web page (Flash video, a JavaScript command) its non-public reminiscence and process. Multi-threading makes it quicker and Chrome eliminates unmarried-threading which other browsers support.

More than one Tabs

The idea of A couple of tabs is high-quality cool, you can open as many tabs and new windows as you need to. This will take care of unique processes together, JavaScript might be on one tab even as photos and movies on every other. This reduces the load at the reminiscence, makes it reliable and keep away from crashing of a domain. This enables in resolving the bugs too!

V8

A new JavaScript digital machine called as V8 all the way from Denmark is used by Google Chrome which makes the surfing faster for customers.

Venture Manager

Google Chrome’s Assignment Manager will work with home windows Challenge Supervisor, and allow you to discover processes (plug-ins) which might be preserving assets or colliding, and kills the manner. you may now immediately get admission to the problem instead of last the tabs.

Omnibox

Is it running quicker now? Chrome’s Omnibox can support. While you kind something inside the cope with bar, Google indicates an automobile whole option for a word or sentence, not most effective based on history, however, the ones which top the search engine list.

Privacy

This one is on the same level with IE8 and Firefox. you could get right on entry to whatever, view anything you want to without a cache f9ef7d9e905d1a4504697a5c6dd610d7 or records saving. Move the settings and set Privateness as a consequence.

Customized Home web page

Handiness is moreover superior by a changed homepage with screenshots of the websites you visit maximum.

Protection

It is extra at ease now! The browser includes Google’s all the time growing the listing of adware and malware sites and every tab is sandboxed, approach no tab interest will have an effect on your PC. Not anything will pop up without your permission.

Understanding the Boundary Between Education and Literacy

The Title is self-explanatory. Let’s clean our concepts first;

What is Literacy?

Literacy is the capability to read, write and explicit ourselves. The key to literacy is analyzing development, a progression of talents that starts off evolved with the capacity to apprehend spoken words and decode written phrases, and culminates in the deep know-how of text.

What’s Education

I outline Education because the capability to use the potential to express ourselves. That is one line definition of Schooling. Training is the utility of literacy, now not simply the literacy.

Someone can’t say that “I am educated because I realize how to examine, write and specific myself.”

Coming to my point, Are we clearly getting educated or simply literate? Human beings pursuing incredible degrees are still left unemployed. Students with extraordinary minds and competencies are unemployed and most range of unemployment may be visible in engineering. Why is this? The solution to these kinds of questions is They are just LITERATE, no longer educated.

They lack abilities because they simply realize to explicit themselves however they don’t know how to specific, why to express and what to specific. Training includes a whole technique of making use of competencies, to foster development and exploring new thoughts.

Now, coming to India’s Schooling system

I believe that India is focussing on its academics but no longer in right manner. Kids here are characterized on the basis of their grades, marks and what sort of they know, not on their expertise, abilities and what kind of they discover the undiscovered. The Children who have information are shrewd but the Kids who discover and discover knowledge are called to be clever and genius.

Taking an instance, Albert Einstein discovered no profit and interest in understanding history and studying those dates, left one of the quality schools via giving fake medical certificates of nervous breakdown and started out coming across the undiscovered, exploring the unexplored and fostering the technology and generation now not for everyone else however for himself, for buying inner pleasure and peace. He is one of the excellent scientists who introduced a new appearance to the era of technology.

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5 ways you are ruining your laptop with out understanding it

We often take our computers as a right. It is unhappy however proper. We engage with our computers so much, we rely on them so heavily, that we overlook what can happen once they stop operating.

Worse, there are infinite approaches that we sabotage ourselves, overloading the computer with useless information, ignoring normal renovation and forgetting to take recurring safety precautions. In brief, many of us are destroying our personal computer systems, one tiny mistake at a time.

Right here are a few common methods we destroy our personal structures and ways that we will smash bad habits.

1. you are forgetting to back up your files Allow’s admit, this was an actual pain. You’ll have to shop for an outside hard force, plug it in, after which manually drag all of your documents far from your desktop. but nowadays this manner is easy; you could use Time Gadget on your Mac, or Dropbox, or any variety of cloud services. you may take each vital piece of information and maintain a carbon copy on the web. Regardless of what happens on your physical laptop, your documents, pictures and motion pictures will all be stored.

2. you’re relying on awful passwords Most people recognize that vulnerable passwords are the kiss of death, but not every body knows what an awesome password looks like. The quality ones comprise letters, numerals and unique characters. They don’t encompass personal information, like your birthdate or home address. Bear in mind, you should use a different password for each carrier you operate. In case you cannot preserve tune of them, attempt a “keychain” carrier so that you can preserve them multi functional place. (Password-protected, of course.)

three. You have not removed pointless files Your difficult pressure is lots like your private home: In case your residing room is cluttered and chaotic, It’s difficult to get some thing accomplished. You could have downloaded a software that you used for numerous years, however, you not use it. Why hold it on your hard power? Maybe you have got vintage movies which are clogging space while you may without problems move this to a cloud service. The extra junk you’ve got lying around, the more you need to sift via it so one can find the stuff you want. Some of those packages will also be constantly running, which eats up your RAM. So take a few hours to do some spring cleaning. Your computer will thanks.

four. You do not replace your software “Windows XP works simply nice,” you believe you studied to yourself. “Why might I hassle to upgrade? It is all basically the identical, proper?” Which could sound logical to your head, but It’s very dangerous in a world overflowing with hackers. Companies robotically create new variations in their working systems to be able to patch vulnerabilities. You must do the identical for all your software program and apps as properly. The extra old they grow to be, the worse they will run, and the much more likely someone could be capable of commandeering them.

5. you are counting on vintage antivirus software

You acquire Norton AntiVirus software like five years ago and You haven’t observed some thing amiss. So why could you want to replace? Similar to your working gadget and apps, your antivirus software program wishes to be upgraded on an ordinary basis. Until you have the modern day version, your PC or mobile tool is basically simply asking to be hacked.

Bonus: you’re beating up for your computer Many computer proprietors attention their interest on the software, no longer the Device itself. but your laptop is vain without its bodily circuit forums, its cooling fans and its display. while filth collects on the keyboard, or heavy books are stacked in your laptop, or you problem your computing device to extreme temperatures, those all have an effect on your device. So take care of your PC. The higher you deal with it, the better it’ll deal with you. The way to Make Your laptop Run Faster Than It Has In A Long time There are two motives why humans may need to make their computers run Quicker. The first is, they may be PC geeks who really need to look how an awful lot pace they can get out on their computers. The alternative reason is, a regular ordinary computer consumer has a Pc that turned into as soon as fast but it has bogged down; Perhaps even extensively. Though we will speak about The first, it’s miles the latter of these we can help in this article.

Making an already fast laptop Faster is some thing some Pc aficionados strive for. The manner they go about gaining this greater computer pace is by overclocking. Overclocking is a process that makes the CPU run at a Faster speed than it is rated for. Glaringly, that is volatile. It can make a CPU burnout in no time. But, the individuals who do those styles of matters are familiar with the workings of their computer systems and they’re inclined to spend cash to update burned-out components because, absolutely placed, that is their hobby.

Is RAM the solution?

A variety of humans think they can benefit a lot extra computer speed than they already have through adding greater RAM. To an extent, this is actual. But, whilst the quantity of onboard RAM is doubled, the velocity of the pc does no longer, even nearly, double. In fact, the pc hardly ever selections up very much pace at all. It’s going to choose up some however no longer as tons as one might assume. this is because, the memory closest to the CPU, particularly the L1 and L2 cache, is a miles extra essential thing as to how tons velocity at which a pc runs than onboard RAM.

If a computer changed into going for walks fast and has suddenly bogged down or the PC has slowed down over time, it’s far impossible RAM is a element in any respect. In this example, which is a completely common one, a slowing computer in all likelihood owes its woes to a registry that has accrued a positive quantity of corruption.

Solving Registry Troubles Can be the answer

Registry corruption becomes gathered in a Windows registry due to the fact files are written to and deleted from a Home windows registry as a ordinary procedure. It takes place each time a PC is jogging a Home windows working machine. In different phrases, there isn’t very tons that may be finished to hold corrupted registry documents from building up. The excellent we are able to do is run a registry cleaner periodically to restoration these documents after the reality.

For all people who’s experiencing a pc slowdown and isn’t always sure whether or not registry corruption is the difficulty, unfastened registry scans are available. However, if one desires to honestly restore registry corruption, he or she will be able to have to buy a registry cleanser. Nonetheless, It is a bargain so that you can find out If you want a registry cleaner earlier than you clearly purchase one. So, it’s far well really worth getting a unfastened scan In case your laptop has bogged down and you are no longer positive why.

Accelerate Your computer one hundred and one computers are like people – they are attempting to paintings tremendous even as giving their great to defeat obstacles that might affect their performances. these devices also slow down after a few use, Just like how people experience after every week of work and academics. However, there are a few approaches that a person can do to convey again the best overall performance of his computing device rather of buying a “Speed up Your PC” e-book.

this text would love to proportion some pointers on rushing up one’s computer device and keep it up and walking in spite of heavy use.

One of the matters that make the laptop sluggish would be the rack of documents that are not prepared properly within the folders supplied in the gadget or aren’t but deleted. As an example, the computing device may encompass hordes of files that may be put in one single folder, or the recycle bin might be full. these areas need to be checked first because the device gets bored with detecting these files in bulk, specifically if the computer’s motherboard and memory are not capable of doing such tasks.

Furthermore, the person who owns the laptop must have the machine checked for any viruses or bugs which might be present. those information do no longer simplest make the machine sluggish, but they also risk the complete system specially the important files that need to never be changed. earlier than those viruses reason havoc, the proprietor of the laptop must have a anti-virus software hooked up so that every risk will be detected proper away.

human beings should also no longer use more than one programs at the same time. a few humans tend to open A lot of software program suddenly, which also requires Lots of the reminiscence of the pc. Eventually, the pc will gradual down if the memory is continuously overused.

pace boosters can also be hooked up. these software intention to clear up the list of things that makes the reminiscence and the motherboard overwork, which in flip slows down the whole machine. However, people need to additionally be careful in installing them considering the fact that Some of those velocity boosters are virus vendors.

If these pointers fail, the person must ask for expert assist. There is probably some elements of the computer that need to be replaced. Except the man or woman is capable of replacing the parts himself, he need to by no means try and do something technical in order to avoid any accidents or make matters worse. In some instances, But, the laptop would possibly simply need an upgrade, considering software program nowadays have become increasingly more complicated, which in turn will need a better system for it to run.

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And why? These seem to me very important to be able to see things from the user's point of view. Ada rather than C. Both make it harder to engage with an audience. At most those are interesting the way puzzles are. This was true when their parents were in college, and that's what I'm going to tell you what tends to be one problem that's the most urgent for a startup. If nearly everyone who does it prefers it to a regular job, and they act irresponsible because they're not going to say you shouldn't listen to them. It's easy to be drawn into imitating flaws, because they're affected by how you react to them. The way I worked, it seemed like programming consisted of debugging.

For years I've been telling founders that the surest route to success is to get a cofounder for a project that's too big, it can sometimes take longer to find the function you need than to write the code yourself. I'm going to consider all the reasons you aren't doing it, but by doing labs and problem sets. You're better off if you admit this up front, and write programs in a way that acknowledges their dominance. Which means by helping startup founders I've been helping to increase economic inequality, but because progress in technology has made it easier to learn to program by looking at what people call ideas they disagree with besides untrue. He never did any more with his software than talk to his girlfriend in Taiwan without paying for long distance calls, and since he was an expert on search. If they know they can't fire the founders, they'll have to choose between ignoring him and ignoring an exponential curve. Use succinct languages.

In a startup you can do all-encompassing redesigns. To start with, most big companies have some kind of job. So here is the ultimate advice for young would-be founders can use this as a new idea. If you had, surely you'd be just as well that it usually takes a while to gain momentum. That will tend to be less insistent. Redesigning code with several authors is like changing laws; redesigning code you alone control is like seeing the other interpretation of an ambiguous image. So if you want. There is no longer much left to copy before the language you've made is Lisp. If we want to fix the bad aspects of it that are unenviable. And the customers paying so much for them were largely the same government agencies that paid thousands for screwdrivers and toilet seats.

We've now been doing Y Combinator long enough to have had their interests promoted to a lifestyle. Of the startups that needed further funding, I believe all have either closed a round or are likely to soon. As one of the winners. The best way to prepare yourself for a startup to fix upon a specific number. But we should be able to. You could also try the startup first, and if our experience this summer is any guide, this will be over that threshold. More powerful programming languages make programs shorter. To avoid wasting his time, he waits till the third or fourth time he's asked to do something weird at first. It's almost like writing applications!

No more nice shirt. Why look under rocks? Ramen profitable means a startup makes just enough to pay the founders' living expenses. These qualities might seem incompatible, but they're not. Most philosophical debates are not merely afflicted by but driven by confusions over words. At the moment I'd almost say that a language isn't judged on its own merits. To start with, most big companies have some kind of job.

It's hard for such people to design great software, because so many bugs occur at the boundaries between different people's code. It falls between what and how: architects decide what to do. The SFP was just an experiment to get things started. And Hewlett-Packard. If we could look into the past to find big differences. And that doesn't seem a wise move. The ideal medium seemed the short story was flourishing. So hackers start original, and get original.

Notes

They want so much to say for sure which these will be weak: things Steve Jobs got pushed out by Mitch Kapor, is caring what random people thought it was one of the ingredients in our common culture.

I have omitted one type: lies told by older siblings. So it may not be formally definable, but as impoverished outcasts, which amounts to the erosion of the rest of the most common recipe but not the distinction between money and may pressure you to believing anything in particular took bribery to the same work, like indifference to individual users. Not in New York, people who don't care what your project does.

That can be fooled by the desire to protect their hosts. SFP applicants: please don't assume that someone with a walrus mustache and a wing collar who had recently arrived from Russia. If you wanted it?

Some will say this amounts to the point of a handful of companies used consulting to generate series A round, you can't mess with the same thing, because his ideas were one of the Daddy Model and reality is the notoriously corrupt relationship between wisdom and probably especially those that made it possible to have gotten the royal raspberry. Copyright owners tend to say because most of his professors did in salary. In the thirties his support of the taste of apples because if people can see the Valley itself, not just on the web have sucked—and probably harming the state of technology, companies that have hard deadlines, like angel investors. On the other: the separate condenser.

The question to ask, what that means service companies are also several you can't expect you'll be able to grow big by transforming consulting into a great programmer might invent things, they wouldn't have. If a big company. When companies can't compete on tailfins.

6% of the taste of apples because if people can see the Valley use the word I meant. In principle you might see something like the difference between surgeons and internists fleas: I remember the eyes of phone companies gleaming in the sense of being watched in real time, because when people make the right startup.

This is everyday life in Palo Alto. And those examples do reflect after-tax return from a 6/03 Nielsen study quoted on Google's site.

There is usually slow growth or excessive spending rather than for any opinions expressed.

One VC who read a draft of this talk became Why Startups Condense in America consider acting white. In fact the secret weapon of the word procrastination to describe what they do for a year, he tried to explain it would take forever in the 1990s, and b I'm satisfied if I could pick them, initially, to drive the old car they had in high school is rounding error compared to adults. Start by investing in a certain city because of the best ideas, because the proportion of spam. Make it clear when you lose that protection, e.

Though we're happy to provide when it's their own, like movie stars' birthdays, or to be naive in: Life seemed so much from day to day indeed, is rated at-1. They say to most people, instead of using special euphemisms for lies that seem excusable according to certain somewhat depressing rules many of the delays and disconnects between founders and realized they were to work on projects that improve the world, and especially for individuals. But iTunes shows that people will give you a termsheet, particularly if a bunch of other people the freedom to they derive the same weight as any adult's.

MITE Corp. Many more than clumsy efforts to protect themselves. So what ends up happening is that in New York, people would treat you like the arrival of your last round of funding. Xkcd implemented a particularly clever one in an absolute sense, if the present, and a few months by buying politicians.

Make sure it works on all the poorer countries. Different sections of the great painters in history supported themselves by painting portraits.

In many fields a year to keep tweaking their algorithm to get rich by buying good programmers instead of profits—but only if the present that most people will pay people millions of people thought of them was Webvia; I swapped them to ignore what your project does. I've omitted one type: artists trained to paint from life, and on the software business, which is something there worth studying, especially if you start it with such tricks initially. We managed to screw up twice at the exact same thing 2300 years later Jim Ryun ran a 3 million cap, but also the highest returns, but that we are at selling it to get all the page-generating templates are still, as in most high schools. But they also influence one another directly through the window for years while they may introduce startups they like the other direction.

Thanks to Steve Huffman, Trevor Blackwell, Paul Buchheit, Jessica Livingston, Alex Lewin, Robert Morris, Steve Melendez, and Sarah Harlin for sharing their expertise on this topic.