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It's Just a Game, Right? Pt 6

Masterpost

"I'm telling you, Fenton!" Wes announces. "I'm onto you." A few of the kids walking past snicker at them, as Danny does his best to look confused. The startled part is easy; Wes is turning out to be a surprisingly good actor. He's been gradually leaning even harder to the image of a conspiracy nut, and the result is impressive. Danny, on the other hand, is simply trying to keep up with the insanity.

"I have literally no clue what you're talking about, dude." Danny says, attempting to push past Wes, so he can enter their classroom. Wes doesn't seem inclined to let this confrontation end, though.

"You may have everybody else fooled, but I know the truth. You made a pact with the so-called ghosts and their efforts to take over our world. You're just manipulating your parents' tech in order to convince everyone that they actually are ghosts, and not the invading fae army they really are!"

"Dude, what?" Danny responds, not quite able to hold back the laugh.

"Honestly, Wes, don't you have any common sense?" Star asks, as she walks up. "Rumor has it that Fenton's failing like half his classes, and you think a bunch of fae lords, or whatever would trust him to help their scheme? Surely they'd choose someone more competent." She flips her hair, and then walks past the both of them, as a couple of the kids nearest to them start snickering.

Outwardly, Danny winces and hunches in on himself a little more, as he takes the opening Star just created and ducks into the classroom after her.

In hallway outside, Danny catches Wes muttering to himself before following them in. No one says anything for a minute, but the moment the bell rings and Mr Lancer shuts the door, Star turns to Wes.

"I think you should be a writer or something after we get out of here." Star tells him. "That theory was honestly inspired."

"It gets even better. I have so much evidence to force on you guys, it'll be great." Wes answers, then turns to Danny. "You good? I know we don't mean any of it, but it's still gotta suck to have us acting like assholes all the time."

"I mean," Danny hums. "I'm not gonna say it's fun? But like honestly compared to everything else, dissing my work kinda seems..."

"Banal?" Sam offers.

"Yeah, sure, that." Danny nods. "Like, compared to people wanting me dead, who cares, I guess."

"Yikes," Kwan mutters. "Your life is a fucking mess, dude."

"Well, i do have some good news about that." Tucker announces, turning his computer to face everyone else. "Looks like the fanbase is making some progress towards finding the real stuff.

Danny stares at the reddit thread Tucker is on. He's honestly been only loosely paying attention to the actual stuff Tucker and Wes have been posting. He's happy to offer his knowledge of space stuff, or engineering, but the intricacies of secret code aren't really something he ever pursued. Well, except for the secret language he and Tucker had made as kids. Wes, on the other hand, peers at the screen and lets out a soft whoop.

"Hell yeah! They found the second layer!"

"Yeah. Which means they've found our first plea for help."

"Oh, wow," Sam says sardonically. "A plea for help that's so great. Why are they gonna think it's anything other than another part of the damn story."

"Chill out, Sam," Tucker responds. "The point is to encourage them to look harder. And once they find the next level, they'll start finding our info on the infinite realms."

"Whatever," Sam says, frowning. "I just... Don't like how much waiting this involves."

"Yeah it would be a lot easier if we could just, like, beat them up and call it good," Dash agrees. "But, like, jail would probably suck."

"At least they're making progress," Danny points out. "I don't really get how you guys are making these layers, but. It's more progress than anything else we've tried."

"Yeah, but like, what does this mean for us?"

"Why not interact directly with that post?"

"Maybe. We'd have to be extra careful about what and how we say it, so they don't write us off as a copycat or anything, but it could serve to reinforce, uh-" Wes leans in, to read the username. "BenBlues379's theory."

"Okay then, let's draft a reply." Danny zones out as they start to discuss the specifics. He hadn't actually had to go deal with any ghosts last night, but his parents had been working on some new invention, and the noise of their trials had made sure he didn't get much sleep despite the supposed reprieve. Luckily, nobody in this class is going to complain if he takes the opportunity to catch up on the missed shut-eye now, so with one last deep breath, Danny folds himself down onto his and relaxes into sleep, as the sounds of his classmates debating echoes around him.

[artsekey]

I'd been seeing videos on Tiktok and Youtube about how younger Gen Z & Gen Alpha were demonstrating low computer literacy & below benchmark reading & writing skills, but-- like with many things on the internet-- I assumed most of what I read and watched was exaggerated. Hell, even if things were as bad as people were saying, it would be at least ~5 years before I started seeing the problem in higher education.

I was very wrong.

Of the many applications I've read this application season, only %6 percent demonstrated would I would consider a college-level mastery of language & grammar. The students writing these applications have been enrolled in university for at least two years, and have taken all fundamental courses. This means they've had classes dedicated to reading, writing, and literature analysis, and yet!

There are sentences I have to read over and over again to discern intent. Circular arguments that offer no actual substance. Errors in spelling and capitalization that spellcheck should've flagged.

At a glance, it's easy to trace this issue back to two things:

The state of education in the United States is abhorrent. Instructors are not paid enough, so schools-- particularly public schools-- take whatever instructors they can find.

COVID. The two year long gap in education, especially in high school, left many students struggling to keep up.

But I think there's a third culprit-- something I mentioned earlier in this post. A lack of computer literacy.

This subject has been covered extensively by multiple news outlets like the Washington Post and Raconteur, but as someone seeing it firsthand I wanted to add my voice to the rising chorus of concerned educators begging you to pay attention.

As the interface we use to engage with technology becomes more user friendly, the knowledge we need to access our files, photos, programs, & data becomes less and less important. Why do I need to know about directories if I can search my files in Windows (are you searching in Windows? Are you sure? Do you know what that bar you're typing into is part of? Where it's looking)? Maybe you don't have any files on your computer at all-- maybe they're on the cloud through OneDrive, or backed up through Google. Some of you reading this may know exactly where and how your files are stored. Many of you probably don't, and that's okay. For most people, being able to access a file in as short a time as possible is what they prioritize.

The problem is, when you as a consumer are only using a tool, you are intrinsically limited by the functions that tool is advertised to have. Worse yet, when the tool fails or is insufficient for what you need, you have no way of working outside of that tool. You'll need to consult an expert, which is usually expensive.

When you as a consumer understand a tool, your options are limitless. You can break it apart and put it back together in just the way you like, or you can identify what parts of the tool you need and search for more accessible or affordable options that focus more on your specific use-case.

The problem-- and to be clear, I do not blame Gen Z & Gen Alpha for what I'm about to outline-- is that this user-friendly interface has fostered a culture that no longer troubleshoots. If something on the computer doesn't work well, it's the computer's fault. It's UI should be more intuitive, and it it's not operating as expected, it's broken. What I'm seeing more and more of is that if something's broken, students stop there. They believe there's nothing they can do. They don't actively seek out solutions, they don't take to Google, they don't hop on Reddit to ask around; they just... stop. The gap in knowledge between where they stand and where they need to be to begin troubleshooting seems to wide and inaccessible (because the fundamental structure of files/directories is unknown to many) that they don't begin.

This isn't demonstrative of a lack of critical thinking, but without the drive to troubleshoot the number of opportunities to develop those critical thinking skills are greatly diminished. How do you communicate an issue to someone online? How do look for specific information? How do you determine whether that information is specifically helpful to you? If it isn't, what part of it is? This process fosters so many skills that I believe are at least partially linked to the ability to read and write effectively, and for so many of my students it feels like a complete non-starter.

We need basic computer classes back in schools. We need typing classes, we need digital media classes, we need classes that talk about computers outside of learning to code. Students need every opportunity to develop critical thinking skills and the ability to self-reflect & self correct, and in an age of misinformation & portable technology, it's more important now than ever.

[shigarakislittlepet]

Swallow Your Words

Part 1

Incel!Shigaraki. Quirkless/college seniors AU.

I’m doing this as a series not a one shot because in the process of writing it I got attached to the characters and the plot QnQ this will have a positive character arch for Shiggy. This first part ends on a bit of a climactic spot, but hang in there I’m already writing the next part that will have some spice ♡

tw: HEAVY misogyny; like upsettingly so; I read Reddit threads and instagram comments to get into the headspace of an incel for this; yes it did hurt my brain; that’s all for now I think. Future parts will have heavy smut.

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Okay, so maybe going out on your third date this week with another brand new guy right after your shift at work wasn’t the brightest idea considering you still had abnormal psych homework to finish. You blearily trudged into your campus library, thankfully open 24 hours, and shuffled into the computer lab. Taking out your textbook, you set to work on the writing assignment due in approximately 6 hours. You got this.

As you were furiously typing up your mock evaluation of patient number 3, you heard someone cough. It made you jump, it was nearly 11pm and you could’ve sworn you were in here alone. You looked around the room as calmly as you could and spotted him sitting two rows of computers down, you were facing each other so he caught you looking. Damn it, not him.

Tomura Shigaraki, AKA rich asshole misogynist lives off daddy’s money motherfucker. He caught sight of your decidedly slutty outfit (a tank top push up bra miniskirt combo that never failed to get your dinner covered and a super oversized zip up hoody) and unmistakably doneforadate hair and makeup when you’d walked in, paying him no mind.

-What a bitch, he thought. She probably came here straight from getting fucked over some loser’s coffee table and was so disappointed at how shit he was that she decided maybe she didn’t wanna flunk out senior year and came here to finish her homework.- He rolled his eyes.

He’d had a crush on you since he first saw you freshman year. And he hated himself for it. Just like he hated how soft your hair looked, or how good you smelled sitting at the desk in front of him, or how your eyes sparkled when you laughed at something your friends said. He hated it all. Women were good for nothing cheaters and gold-digging sluts, just like his first stepmother. And the second. And the last. And the current. He’d watched these women sneak around his father after he’d given them everything and it was never enough for them. His father, ever pragmatic, would just get rid of them and find a new one when he finally caught them. Watching this happen over and over again taught him two things. 1) Women are worthless and 2) Women are replaceable. But not you. It didn’t matter how many girls Touya set him up with, he couldn’t get you out of his head. It pissed him off. He should be able to just fuck any bitch and get it out of his system. But he couldn’t. It was torture. And it made him hate you more.

You rolled your eyes, breaking eye contact and he chuckled. You tried your hardest to ignore him, fuck that guy. You could practically hear his internal obnoxious comments from here. He had been in at least one of your classes every semester since freshman year of college. He totally wasn’t stalking you. You had the same major, Forensic Psychology, so you told yourself it made sense you’d be taking similar classes. He’d managed to piss you off for the last four years almost every single day. He and his friend Touya, another trust fund kid that shared your major, would often make crude remarks back and forth to each other during class. Because their fathers donate so much money to the college, the professors can’t say anything without fear of retaliation. You could though, and often did when you couldn’t stand ignoring them any longer. Usually embarrassing them into shutting the fuck up for the day. The blissful peace never lasted long however.

“You get all dressed up like that just for me? I’m touched, but I think I’ll pass. I don’t know where you’ve been.” He sneered, finally deciding to break the silence. You raised an eyebrow at him and took in his relaxed posture. Leaning back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head, shit eating grin splitting his infuriatingly pretty face. You scoffed at him, eyebrow still raised, and went back to doing your homework. “What, no snotty retort? I’m almost offended. Cat got your tongue? Or is that tongue too tired from what it got up to tonight?” He mimed sucking a dick and you sighed deeply. “Oh please, as if I’d get this dressed up just to impress you. All it would take is a T-shirt and jeans anyway, since we both know the last woman you saw in a mini skirt only talked to you cause you paid her.” You snarked back.

He visibly tensed. “I don’t pay whores to spend time with me, so if you’re searching for a summer job keep looking.” You actually laughed. Out loud. “You silly little rich boy, no amount of money is worth stooping low enough to fuck an incel like you.”

Your laugh caught him off guard. It was long and loud and almost musical. It pissed him off. So did everything about you. You were too good at reading people, at reading him. He wanted to listen to you laugh more. Almost as much as he wanted to fuck that stupid beautiful grin off your face. Instead, he just huffed and deflated slightly. “What makes you think I’m an incel? Is it cause I don’t go on 10 dates a week? Not all of us are that desperate, honey.” He threw back at you. Without even looking up, you shot back, “It was only 3, fyi, and don’t call me that. Also, no it’s not that. It’s everything about you. You have never, in 4 years of being unfortunately aware of your existence, ever shown that you hold even a modicum of respect for women. Any woman. And you and your jerk bff do nothing in class but talk over and make sexual comments about the girls sitting around you while making assumptions about their personal lives. God forbid we have a female professor! You dont go on dates because every woman in a 10 mile radius of you knows what a disgusting shitbag you are. You make it exceptionally clear that you don’t want us around other than to occasionally stoke your micro dick while you get off to cartoon porn. Now shut the fuck up and let me finish my homework.” You glanced at the clock, 11:30. Ugh, tomorrow is going to suck.

He seethed. No one spoke to him like that ever. It pissed him off that some dumb slut like you thought you could get away with it. He was going to get even. He was going to find a way to make you his. He was going to be the one to bend you over his coffee table. And his desk. And his car. And anything else he felt like bending you over. He would get you to submit to him. And he would make it painful and humiliating for you, just to prove a point. Let’s see you call him an incel shitbag after that.

He contemplated how he was going to do this for a few minutes. He decided he would start by just playing it cool. Sighing long and loud, he started, “Hey, are you working on the Abnormal or the Physio homework?” He asked, putting effort into making himself sound exasperated. -There is no way this is going to work, he thought.- You raised your brow again, “Abnormal, already did the physio. Why?” You were immediately skeptical. “I missed class yesterday, and this really sucks but I’m stuck on this bullshit.” He wasn’t. “You think you might deign to help me? And let me copy your notes?” He looked at you almost… hopefully. What the fuck? “Uh, are you sure you’d want such a ‘dumb worthless bitch’ to help you with your homework? I’d hate to drop your IQ by breathing the same air as you.” You said flatly, throwing some of his more common insults back in his face. “Oh come on, we both know your GPA is like a 4.2-” “4.5.” You corrected. He sighed in irritation. “Look, will you please just come over here and help me? I’ll even call it tutoring, I’ll pay you.” You regarded him skeptically. Damn it, if you didn’t really really need the cash. “Hmm. Okay, fine. I’ll help you. But only if you promise to leave me alone in class from now on. Stop snapping my bra straps and making gross comments about me to Touya, I mean it. And it’s gonna be 100$ bucks to help you with two classes at midnight the night before the homework is due.”

-Pocket change, he thought.-

-Easy money, you thought.-

That was… shockingly easy. He hadn’t expected you to actually agree to help him. Or to gather your things and gracefully float over to the chair and computer next to his. You pulled up her homework again, continuing to work on it. “So, what did you need help…with…” you trailed off as you looked to his computer to see what he was stuck on. He was watching cartoon porn. On a school computer. He quickly clicked out of it and his homework came into view. Well, you thought, at least he was actually doing his homework. At some point. You gazed at him from the corner of her eye. He really is an incel. He grinned at you almost evilly. Although man, ok, getting caught watching porn on a school computer totally does nothing to refute your incel accusation. But it did make you flush satisfyingly. You held out your hand expectantly. He rolled his eyes and pulled out his wallet, handing you a crisp 100$ bill. You gawked at it, “It’s a wonder no one has ever mugged you I swear.” You said, shaking your head. The motion caused your hair to swish prettily, he could smell your shampoo. He pulled his backpack into his lap.

You spent the petter part of the next hour doing your homework together, you “helping” him as you went. He was surprised you actually knew what you were talking about. He was surprised you could retain any information in that wind tunnel you called a skull, even knowing your GPA was as high as it was. You were actually…smart? You didn’t look smart, you looked like every other college whore with dyed hair and winged eyeliner. It made him angrier, for some reason. It made him want to crush you beneath him even more. You on the other hand were surprised that he was able to hold a conversation with you for this long without insulting you. You actually just laughed at one of his jokes. “You know, you’re actually fun to talk to when you’re not constantly putting me down.” You said, smile wide and eyes all sparkly again. Ugh. He hated how it made his stomach flip. “Am I?” He attempted a smile back. “Mhmm. You’re even a little bit funny. JUST a little bit.” You joked back while typing up the last bit of your assignment.

Funny? She thinks I’m funny? And.. ‘fun’ to talk to? Girls didn’t usually think so, even when he wasn’t insulting them. They usually couldn’t get past his face. He had eczema, and even though his father’s very expensive doctors worked hard to keep it under control so it wasn’t angry red and weeping anymore, his skin WAS chronically dry. Even his face and neck, though it was worst around his eyes. The skin there looked stretched and almost flaky, though it wasn’t NEARLY as bad as it had been when he was a child. He had a scar over one of his eyes that started above his eyebrow and fell just above his cheekbone and another scar on his mouth from when he was a kid and couldn’t stop scratching at his face. He looked… deranged maybe? Not pretty. Certainly not pretty, you told yourself over and over while sitting there talking with him like it was a normal thing you did. Certainly not pretty, with his pale shaggy hair and his big eyes that looked almost like shiny rubies this close up and the little beauty mark on his chin. Even his scar made him look… you didn’t know, edgy? Beautiful, a sick twisted part of your mind offered. Oh god no. PLEASE no.

You started packing up your things and getting ready to go. “Well, this wasn’t the worst end to a night I’ve ever had. Thanks for keeping me company, I’ll see you in class in… god, 4 hours?” You smiled at him, getting up from your chair. It was nearly 2:30 in the morning. He laughed a bit, “Ah, yeah. Thank you for helping me finish.” Even HE cringed a bit and that double entendre. “But uh, hey, you live off campus right? Just come crash on my couch, I’ll take you to class after we both get a power nap. That way you don’t have to wake up even earlier just to come back.” He casually suggested way more confidently than he felt. (Now listen, if you’ve never pulled an all nighter right before a 6am class, you might think this is insane. But this… this was like the dove and the olive branch.)

-Thank god, you thought. And he’s really not so bad honestly, maybe you just had to get to know him. Famous last words. -

You practically beamed up at him, now standing at his full height, “That would be so nice actually, thank you!” You paused. “As long as you don’t try to do anything to me in my sleep.” You narrowed your eyes at him. He laughed.

You got to his dorm and your jaw dropped. It wasn’t a dorm. It was a dedicated on campus villa for his family to use when visiting or attending classes. His whole family were alumni of this college it seemed. Apparently Touya’s family had one too, right next door, which is how they’d met as freshman. It was… adorable. Landscaping clearly took care of the outside, the grass was immaculate and the garden in front was lousy with flowers and shrubbery and meticulously kept ivy that climbed latticework around the windows. Above the door was a gold plaque, “In honor of family Shigaraki for their generous donations throughout the history of this campus.” The Shigaraki was the largest thing in the plaque, written in elegant swirling cursive.

“It’s beautiful.”, you said in awe. You’d never imagined a person like him would live in a place that looked like this. How is he so miserable? You wondered. He has money and a beautiful house and his college is payed for in full. He’ll never have to worry about student loan debt or whether he’ll eat or not or his parents medical bills or his siblings needing new clothes and shoes for school. He’ll never have to go on dates just to eat because his whole paycheck goes to his family to make sure they survive until he’s making enough money to support all of them. You just… couldn’t understand. It seemed like he had everything.

He seemed surprised by your compliment of the place. “Oh, thanks. Yeah it’s pretty old now, but the school keeps it in great condition. The past four generations of Shigarakis have lived in this place. I didn’t think much of it at first, just a place to pass out and do homework. But a year ago I went into the attic and found an old picture album my grandmother made while she went here. It made it feel… more important.” He rambled on while he fumbled with the keys in the lock, not sure why he was telling you this. “Ahg, this damn thing always sticks.” He finally unlocked it and ushered you inside.

[anarcho-smarmyism]

genuinely my ex is all over reddit right now accusing me of doxing and suicide baiting him while I told him repeatedly someone had hacked my Google account and Tumblr and he refused to even consider he could be wrong about that, no matter what I said, just like he refused to believe that I would ever leave him for refusing to make ANY friends outside of me that he could talk to duing his constant nervous breakdowns, usually cumulating in threats of self-harm and suicide. he attempted suicide in front of me MULTIPLE TIMES and told me over and over that if I left him he would die because his wealthy, "respectable" abusive Mormon family wouldn't take him in (they did, immediately, as soon as he actually asked. Go figure). He hated everyone I introduced him to, insisted people were "glaring at him and yelling at him" whenever we went out even to the GYM, and would incessantly bother me every time I went out alone. he would accuse me of "yelling" anytime I sounded angry, even if I was speaking at regular volume. every time I said I wanted to leave him, especially if I was crying, he would give me this condescending look and remind me that I would lose my job and my housing if he stopped letting me borrow his car -the car his older, better sister gave him, BTW, because he has never (and probably WILL never) earn a single thing for himself in his entire life. when i did leave him, he was NONSTOP trying to use financial incentives and/or threats of calling the police to falsely accuse me of stealing that damn car to get me to somehow interact with him -even though I told him over and over that we shouldn't be talking at the moment because I was too stressed and angry to be civil. He didn't care; he wanted to manipulate me into staying and being his free nurse maid for the rest of my life however he could.

the last straw after roughly 5 straight years of this was when he refused to stop texting and calling me about where his fucking Playstation remote controller was, even though I told him getting notifications while I drive is dangerously distracting for me (I have severe untreated ADHD; if you're poor in the areas I live doctors straight up do not give a fuck), even though he knew I was working as a home healthcare aide and needed to focus on the needs of my physically disabled patient while I was at work he would NOT stop bothering me no matter what I said or did. Then when I finally managed to get my most important stuff out of that house and he wouldn't stop calling and texting threatening self harm again, and I called the local police telling them he needed to be committed to the psych ward again, the cops beat him up and left him there....which he CONTINUES to blame on me, as if I control the fucking police. The last couple times I talked to him he admitted he's been hearing voices for weeks but the local hospitals won't take him because he won't tell them he's suicidal. So which is it?

For years, he was literally only not accusing me of neglecting or abusing him when I was either working or at home, paying attention to him or whatever he wanted to watch on TV. He wouldn't even put noise canceling earphones on so that I could play video games while he slept (im loud when im having fun; he was raised with upper middle class Mormon suburban social mores, I wasn't). He didn't care what I needed or wanted in my life or from our relationship whatsoever; no matter what I did to improve my mental health or try to go back to school or encourage him to also take better care of himself, he always found a way to sabotage me so i ended up wasting my life sitting next to him on the couch, so he would never have to cope with a single evening of social anxiety by going anywhere at all with me or anybody else! I made the mistake of trying to help him with his mental health when no one else would, and he decided that meant taking care of him was now my life's work.

He ruined so many jobs and friendships for me this way, my family who took us both in cut me off for not leaving a man who would literally throw himself to the ground like a toddler if he was """having a panic attack""", and when I left him what does he do? Make multiple phone numbers to harass me while I was trying to stay away from him and secure housing for me and our cats (2 of which HE insisted on getting, all of which he wanted to abandon in a shelter instead of even just asking his stepdad if he could take HIS cat home with him!), multiple tumblr accounts to cyberstalk me, and go on Reddit to recruit these sexist, gullible mouth-breathers to try and ruin my life for something I didn't do but he actually did. I have proof of him ADMITTING to this, to going off his medications and not sleeping for over 7 days ("handling the breakup badly" in his words); I have proof of everything on the same device I finally blocked him on. whoever has my Google account used it to send my new email a threat that they would follow me to the ends of all worlds to make sure I'm known as a monster at the behest of this actual fucking admitted insane person who actually abused me, financially and emotionally, for years because he assumed he could trap me and I couldn't do anything about it. it got so bad he was trying to control my MEALS and insisting i was insane for not eating the way he wanted me to. Even now I'm struggling to get someone to let me borrow an actual working computer so I can secure ANY of my own stuff, and I'm being slandered as some kind of abusive criminal matermind by a bunch of idiots who armchair diagnosed me as a narcissist borderline psychopath ETC because redditors are easy to goad into an online mob against any Bad Woman, especially someone's ex. if you tell them someone's a crazy bitch, they just take you at your word.

so yeah. For the time being that's my side of the story, as loath as I am to dignify this and have an embarrassing messy public flame war with my ex, it's clear I can't just ignore it because him and his "hacker buddies" are actually guilty of what they're accusing me of.

[mxltifxnd0m]

first week of school recap! aug 25 - aug 30 ↴

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sunday night:

⟡ my glasses broke spontaneously and needs to get fixed (which i found out ill have to pay for repairs and I don't want to do that)

monday:

⟡ trying to find parking was an absolute nightmare and i end up not finding any parking, but my sister took over since i was going to be late if i couldn't find any.

⟡ but this class is good! im taking queer lit lol, but there is a guy in that class who yaps a little too much and too slow for my liking (he also sounds like reddit/discord mod) (should give you an image of what he looks like)

⟡ i only have one class on this day so that's a plus loll

⟡ also my purple dog shirt came in and so i can't wait to wear it! (will probs post a pic/vid of me wearing it and then delete it) (never thought i would post a face reveal but im still debating it loll)

tuesday:

⟡ once again parking was terrible to find and i had to park at one of the lots that was across campus from my first class and it was hell walking in the heat and i was sweating so much.

⟡ my second class was interesting and my prof made us say our favorite book while she took attendance and i kid you not that there were six, i repeat SIX it ends with us mentions as ppls fav book and i just about shot myself in the head at that moment

some lore about me: i loathe colleen hoover with my entire being, she's my arch nemesis if you will. as someone once said before, ppl who read CH books never had a fanfiction phase and it shows (she also gives me hope that i have the ability to write)

⟡ but classes went well and after my second class, i have a gap of like three and half hours before my last class (oof ik), so i walked back to my car to move it to the nearest parking structure and i walked around aimlessly around the lot bc i forgot where i parked my car, but i eventually found it after like ten minutes loll.

⟡ then while i waited for my last class wait to start, i ate dinner in the student union (mini food court) at my school and before my class started at 7:00, i made my way down to the basement where the class is which was a little freaky but the teacher is pretty chill. its a story structure class for screenwriting so that'll be fun!

wednesday:

⟡ my sister and i come in to class on mondays and wednesdays and i only have one class while she has two later in the day (mine is earlier than hers) so i have to stay at school until she's done which is always fun (not, her last class ends at 6:45 PM while mine ends at 12:45 PM >_<).

⟡ parking wasn't fun and our patience ran really thin this morning so we ended up parking in the same lot i did the previous day and found parking pretty quickly. but i ended up moving the car to the parking structure i did yesterday.

⟡ i ended up vibing and eating lunch in the library before moving the car and taking a really sweaty nap in it lol before my sister was done with her class and then drove home :)

thursday:

⟡ got to school an hour before my class started bc i was conditioned on monday to search for parking an hour and potentially be late to class, but i ended up parking for the third day in a row at the furthest parking lot bc i couldn't be bothered to deal with the headache of circling around the parking structures for an hour

⟡ then after my first class, i was able to meet up with a friend for a bit before her class and then after our last classes which was fun! but then i ended up having to walk across campus again bc i didn't move my car in between my first class and second class bc i wasn't sure about the amount of parking spots in the parking structures and didn't want risk being late to class trying to find parking.

⟡ but i had a friend my last class of the day and they parked near the lot i did so we walked and chatted after we finished class!

⟡ speaking of classes, my professors are all iconic and ive enjoyed the classes so far! although one of my professors is such a millennial it hurts (in a good way though, she's funny loll)

⟡ all in all i don't have any more classes this week! fridays are my free days, giving me a three day weekend :)

friday:

⟡ i had a dentist appointment in the morning and i actually slept through the night lol

(my body has been weird and waking me up with cramps like an hour before my alarm goes off and i can't go back to sleep :/)

⟡ other than that i just chilled and posted some headcanons for sammy! i did not in fact do any homework but its fine because ill do it on sunday or monday since i have monday off as well.

⟡ then i packed bc im going to my moms for the weekend bc i have a pool party tmrw !

anyways thank you guys for reading my recap of the week!! twas a little hectic but hopefully next week runs more smoothly loll

[mjalti]

Hi mama... my husband and I have been together for almost 7 years and married for 4 years. We've been drinking pretty heavily all of our time together, but now that I'm pursuing my master's I want to limit/stop it. He says he wants to, too, but whenever I try to stop, he continues. He can't seek help bc he's military and can lose his clearance. I love him with all that I have. He's also my sole provider (I have medical issues which his insurance takes care of) but I'm having a really hard time between his drinking, constant stress of his work (as that's all he talks about when he drinks) and my classes. I don't know how to bring it up when he's sober because of late, he isn't... I'm worried I need to make a move that I'm not financially, emotionally or mentally ready for. I just started my 2-3 year program which he's paying for.

im gonna be real with you. you need a game plan. you dont have to make

the move right now, but you do need to eventually make it. i need you to open a very very secret account and honestly, start asking for an allowance for fun money [getting your nails done etc] or faking a school charge. Something where you can move money into that account. you need a game plan. Ask on reddit if any other military wives have been in this situation/lookup what they did. If you feel uncomfortable about lying for money [i get it!] you need to find a job you can do; like babysitting for some extra cash, or tutoring for your program that he does NOT know about.

i would buy more non-alcoholic drinks and bring them in while there are still alcoholic drinks present. I dont know your partners temperament but it definitely seems like they’re heading down a path that you may not be able to follow.

for right now, you need a game plan for the next 3 years. Find out what resources are available for your program for financing, in case you do need to leave. if you have someone you 100% trust, it’s time to start opening up a little bit about what is going on at home “he and i want to stop drinking!” at first. You need to have someone that, in the event of an emergency, you can go to to sleep.

this may seem drastic, but it’s better to have a plan in place and not need it, than to need it and not have it.

[the-least-undefinable-ordinal]

how do I get into math as someone that only knows highschool level stuff? and what's the best place to start? just any tips in general :)

Sorry about the delay with this answer, it's been sitting in my drafts for more than a month now, this thesis thing is taking a great chunk of my time :(

I'd say the safest bet regarding starting topics are some calculus and linear algebra, they are among the most straightforwardly useful topics you can learn right off high school, even if they don't interest you in their own right, they make a great foundation upon which to learn more math (which you will hopefully find more interesting or useful!) and the process of studying these topics will probably lead you to train your math skills and to understand what study techniques work best for you.

As to how specifically you should get into math, I don't really know, it depends a lot on what you want to learn and why, a biologist won't usually learn the same math as a physicist, and probably neither will put as much emphasis on mathematical proofs as a mathematician.

I'm doing a pure math degree, so all the books I personally know are focused on rigorous definitions and proofs, with practical applications and examples sprinkled in as fun facts (only a slight exaggeration here). Additionally, I don't really know how I would go about learning by myself what I know now, I've learned most of the introductory stuff by going to classes and asking my professors for help when I got stuck.

The standard textbooks my professors based their classes on were Spivak's Calculus and Hoffman and Kunze's Linear Algebra, these books are not particularly beginner friendly, that's why I got a lot of value from just going to class with professors who had the skills to fill the didactic gaps.

I've read that A Concise Introduction to Pure Mathematics by Chapman & Hall is pretty accessible to people with only a high school level of math knowledge, so you may want to start there (just don't pay for it or any of the other books I've mentioned, they're like 250 dollars each).

As for specific tips, the first that comes to mind is to do the exercises in your textbook/course, they are essential as diagnostic tools to check whether you're actually understanding the topics and they also help retain what you've read so far.

You should also give each problem a decent try before you ask for help with it: the process of attempting to solve it will work those math muscles (never a complete waste of time!) and if you do end up solving it yourself you'll retain what you learned much better than if someone just gave you the answer.

Incidentally, this is why on math forums mathematicians will often not give the answer outright, but leave clues to find it: they don't want to "spoil" the answer, because to many of us the thrill of the chase is part of what makes finding the solution so satisfying, and we sometimes forget that not everyone enjoys failing quite as much.

The last advice is something that may not be applicable to everyone, but if you want to study math just for the sake of it (i.e. not for practical applications) you should try to enjoy the act of solving math problems in itself, not just seeing it as the intermediate stage you have to slog through before you get results. You will spend most of your time failing at math (and if you aren't, then you're not probably challenging yourself enough), so you might as well make yourself comfortable.

If you intend to study math completely on your own for whatever reason (time and money seem to be the most usual constraints), you can ask specific questions on reddit or math.stackexchange, I don't mind helping you myself but I don't always reply as quickly.

[beardedmrbean]

I really do hope Unity cuts this install fee crap out because in addition to it screwing over a lot of developers who have released games made in Unity, several won't be able to release games they've spent countless hours and money on. This one in particular I was really looking forward to playing: https://skyclimbers.net/ This was the developers' statement on the whole thing: https://twitter.com/Para_tope/status/1704190548465045522

That looks very pretty I am so far removed from all the different video game stuff, I don't even know what the whole "unity" thing is, not a programming language from what I can tell.

I could really use a maybe 6th grade level explanation on what it is and what it does, I'm assuming it's a graphics engine for fiddling with the polygons and layers and such all the processing and what not, but like I said I don't know.

If I'm reading the statement from them right here I suppose a way to think about it is someone owns potatoes, and all of the recipes that require potatoes need to pay a fee to the potato man, but the potato man is raising his prices to the point where smaller companies can't afford potatoes anymore but all of their recipes use potatoes as a base and moving to jicama or turnips as a base is prohibitive because they would have to redo all of their recipes to compensate for the flavour and texture change not having potatoes would cause. Which would also be incredibly expensive.

(I'm a bit snacky right now and eating chips so taters were a easy choice in my head and if I'm thinking right hopefully it's a good analogy)

I really hope they can get this worked out for all of y'all out there, looks like a massive pain in the ass and just a nail in the coffin for some of the smaller devs.

Not gonna get down on a company for trying to make money, provided they aren't gouging, paying a reasonable fee for a service or license is to be expected. But jumping in and jacking up rates in one fell swoop doesn't look good ever, ((see reddit earlier this year for a example)

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Unrelated I did not spell recipes correctly once while typing this out, dyslexia would be 100000 times more embarrassing if not for spellcheck.

[olderthannetfic]

You know, anon, as one of the architects of AO3's content policies, I'm getting awfully tired of people asking me for AO3 alternatives.

It's rude.

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I'm even more tired of you minecraft idiots thinking that bog standard fiction is something to freak out about.

(Gasp! Some wannabe edgy teenager wrote a fic with some tepid torture shit in it! Someone wrote a story about dogfucking on an erotica site! Oh my god, people ship the 16-year-old!)

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That said, AO3 was built by people who remembered the age of archives when fandom was peppered with little sites with specific focuses. It wasn't actually supposed to just take over as the new FFN and smother all alternatives.

It's just that between 2007 when AO3 was conceived and 2012 when it got popular, there was a sea change in how fic fans interacted with sites and what people were looking for.

This is driven partly by how many new, younger people are entering fandom and partly by the internet changing for everyone of every age. Maybe some of it is the people with a 90s DIY sensibility getting old and tired and not wanting to build new things anymore... or by a huge chunk of us having signed on to build AO3 in particular and being fully satisfied with it.

But fandom has always existed on multiple sites, and that's a good thing. If you want to build another one, go for it.

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It's not possible to have a vast site that allows explicit work without allowing something that will bother your tender sensibilities. This is because people rarely agree on where to draw the line, so a donation-supported site like AO3 won't work, and it's hard to get broad community buy-in... but it's also impossible to support the site via ads or the like because those outside forces will eventually want to sanitize the site.

But that's only true if you're trying to find something in the weight class of FFN, AO3, and Wattpad. That's something I think some of the reddit responses miss: not every site tries to be that big.

If you want a small site that you can pay for yourself, plenty of those have existed with every content policy under the sun. Banning underage is common. Enough people care about that and only that that a site with that policy can often succeed. Banning incest usually means banning everything "distasteful", which will probably hit some of your works even if you don't think it should, but it depends.

All you need is a handful of people who want an alternative and who don't mind a lack of drive-by kudos. If you're writing for a small circle of fandom friends, the lack of traffic isn't an issue. Piles of archives like this used to exist.

The benefit and the problems of a site like this boil down to them being run by a single moderator. That person's taste is law. That person's health, interest, finances, and emotional state also determine the longevity of the site. They might just wander off one day and pull the plug. This is how most of the past ones ended.

You might get a good five to ten years out of one of these. More if you run it yourself. There's no reason a site has to shut down if you're willing to just keep paying for it indefinitely.

The actual problem will be convincing other people your age to pony up money to help run it and to give up the sweet, sweet kudos stream from AO3.

But if you're happy posting to your own site alone or you're okay collecting up the people who care about your preferred content policy even if they don't share your fandom, you've got options.

Do you have any idea where one might post smut fanfics other than on AO3? I hate AO3 so much and I refuse to put my fics on it. But Wattpad got my ass a few months ago and I don't know where else to post my several chapter-long fics. I briefly tried doing it here on Tumblr but having to edit 20+ different posts for each new chapter with links and also my 20+ posts showing in the tags individually is. I don't want to do that

FF.net doesn't allow smut iirc and I would really love for my stuff to not get deleted again, but the only suggestions I've gotten since I left Wattpad has been "Use AO3 idk 🤷"

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You know it's impossible to answer this kind of thing unless we know why you dislike AO3.

Are you being a baby about other people's content being allowed? Are you looking to monetize? Do you find the interface ugly? Do you hate the existence of a likes feature?

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[entireoranges]

Chance I might have posted this before ... "Am I The Asshole" or AITA reddit community pisses me off! I swear 90% of the posts I see are CLEARLY people not the asshole and it just screams they're looking for attention and/or validation. Some made up example, though I am sure they exist...

"My kid was attacked by a dog and the dog's owner wants me to pay because my kid was wearing pigtails and this dog HATES pigtails. I didn't know this because I never saw the dog before that moment .... AITA because my kid was wearing pigtails?"

"AITA because I refused to give someone by first class seat on the airplane? They said their grandma just died and seemed broken up, but earlier they seemed really happy..."

"My stepmother makes me eat poison, not enough to kill me (obviously) but enough to make me weak. She has had a rough life and my dad really loves her and I want him happy. But I'm worried eventually I will take too much poison and die, would I be an asshole if I say something?

And the people who add so much stupid and unnecessary details! Just get to the damn point. These are often the ones who want to be anonymous because people in their real lives and involved with the post use Reddit so they use fake names or initials, yet they give SO MUCH FUCKING details on the situation it's absolutely impossible they don't get called out or caught. Which have hours later or the next day so an update of "Well crap my husband found the post and he's pissed at me!"

[donnabroadway]

Look at the consequence of my actions

I often read the anonymous threads on Reddit, Lipstick Alley, and Six Brown Chicks and I am more often than not, amazed at the level of delusion because it simply cannot be real. These people are often shocked at natural consequences of their actions and that the people in their lives are not chomping at the bit to defend them and have the nerve to tell them they were in the wrong, so they come to social media with a half truth story and fake accountability and very, rightfully, so get dragged worse online, on several websites by multiple platforms on each site, because people cannot believe that someone would have the audacity to do what they did and somehow believe they have any victimhood in what happened. If you steal from your job, it doesn't matter what's going on in your personal life, a natural consequence is being fired at best, arrested at worse. If you cheat on your wife, abuse drugs, and steal from her with your girlfriend, it's not farfetched to think that maybe she may have you and your girlfriend arrested and divorce you. If you are in someone's face, arguing back and forth, and contact is made, and you get into a tussle, don't be shocked when the court reviews the footage and finds it to be mutual combat and no one is at fault. If your son doesn't pass any classes and never shows up to school, don't be shocked when he fails and because you can no longer bully the school system into passing him, you run to the news to embarrass them and only embarrass yourself when few people seem to see what the school system did wrong, especially when they come through with documentation of your negligence and lack of involvement as a parent. You can't always bully and steamroll your, and your childs way, through life at some point, they'll meet the natural consequences of their actions.

I remember years ago, I got lost going to an internship and I was whining to the WMATA lady and she shushed me and said she didn't care about my story. She helped me but that's life. No one cares about your bad childhood, mental health issues, or any other excuse you may have. Your mother, your grandma, and maybe even a very forgiving partner are the only ones who will put up with you, and once they die, then what?

You bully people into submission and silence and when you can't bully, you manipulate and try to play on people's compassionate nature. And you always don't get a second chance because second chances, more than likely, lead to third and fourth chances and most smart people have learned to see the writing on the wall for what it is and will quickly cut their losses. They have learned to take a hint and pay attention to pink flags instead of letting the red flags fade and the sign wear out from flashing.

When you disrespect your child's teacher or any other authority figure, or adult, in favor of them, you teach your child that rules don't apply to them, to disregard boundaries, and that they can ignore or disrespect authority figures because mom will come save me and a natural consequence of that is you not having a village because no one is trying to fight with you because they told your child to stop jumping off the table and you don't want anyone discipling your child but when your child busts their head, you're on the internet crying about how everyone watched your child fall and they could have died and how family isn't family anymore and that you don't have a village, and now you're the victim and ignorant people are agreeing with you in the comments but you leave out how you didn't want anyone disciplining your child to the point that they're not even allowed to tell your child to stop or be careful like they would any other child but instead to come get you and how a natural consequence of that is people not wanting to be bothered with you and your child. These children fail to successfully launch in life because being taught to disrespect their first authority figures, other than their parents and family, often translates into disrespecting their bosses, other adults, or those in authority over them and therefore they cannot keep jobs, friends, relationships, or their spot in school or programs because no one is putting up with poor behavior from a spoiled adult child and jobs, program managers, heads of departments, and romantic partners and friends don't want to talk to you about your adult child's standing in the program or their job performance and fed up romantic partners don't want to field phone calls from mothers and grandmothers, that they barely tolerate, trying to bully or manipulate them into staying in relationships with manbabies or spoiled, lazy, disrespectful women. I'm not saying to allow your child to be disrespected but they are children and someone telling your child to be careful, to sit down in class, or follow rules shouldn't end with an argument or you cursing out the teacher. I fully believe, due to what is out there on social media and what was said by the mother of the six year old, that he shot his teacher because he felt disrespected when she told him to sit down during class and that boy is going to be a menace and his mother, and father who is seen on a probably now deleted video telling the boy about disrespect, will continue to make excuses all the way up to the courtroom, only he will be of age to have his own consequences. We need natural consequences for the actual, concrete children that are here and are still being raised and not healing for your inner child that hasn't existed in nearly 30 years. Grow up.