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[mattsundaes]

hair down!karasu

“you’re so distracting,” you grouse as you feel your roommate’s chin come to rest on top of your head, your fingers stilling over your keyboard mid-sentence. 

“‘m bored,” karasu sighs. “and ya spelled specific wrong.”

tilting your head upward, you glare up at him while whacking the backspace key more aggressively than necessary with your middle finger, “because you distracted me!”

he stands back up, chuckling to himself and sauntering off into the kitchen to inevitably make more noise while you sacrifice what remains of your late-semester soul to the research paper gods. 

to be fair, the issue of him being a distraction is less about his shuffling and tittering about the apartment in boredom and moreso just about…him. 

well, a very specific part of him. 

you’ve been friends with karasu for years, you’re close. exceptionally close, you’d argue. and when the entire first floor of your dorm building flooded out last week, he offered you the spare room in his apartment—no questions asked.

it’s a temporary arrangement, so really, it should pose no risk to the neat and tidy little drawer that you keep your attraction to him shoved into the dark corners of. spending a few weeks underfoot with his warm accent, pretty eyes, dry humor, and gravely laugh shouldn’t kill you.

you’re been compartmentalizing it all like a champ for years, after all.

if subterfuge of unrequited pining was an olympic sport—

but you underestimated one tiny issue that you hadn’t quite thought out the consequences of when presented with the opportunity to cohabitate with karasu tabito. 

one little thing—

his hair.

his at home hair. 

his i’m not leaving the house or seeing anyone today hair. 

his clean, completely product-free, ridiculously attractive hair—which falls softly across his forehead, tickling the bridge of his nose. which flits along the shell of his ears and rests against the back of his neck.

(which makes you want to run for the hills and jump into his arms and flee the country and kiss him until you can’t breathe and—)

it’s funny, really, when you think about it. the fact that you’ve actually never seen karasu without styling wax in his hair somehow. it feels somewhat ridiculous thinking it out loud. 

but restricted exposure throughout the duration of your friendship thus far was clearly for the better, given the way you haven’t been able to stop glancing over at him every two minutes since he got out of the shower three hours ago. since he padded into the living room in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and plopped down on the other end of the couch, idly scrolling through his phone and entirely unaware of the crisis he’d unknowingly thrust upon your unsuspecting, fragile mind. 

because here’s the thing—on a normal day, you can squash them down, these inconvenient feelings of attraction. the way your heart flutters feebly against your ribcage at the sound of his voice, at the curve of his lips when you say something ridiculous that makes him smile. 

at the way he says your name, how you always seem to be the first person he calls after games. how he falls asleep with his head in your lap when you watch movies, the way he doesn’t even have to ask what you want when you’re ordering food or getting coffee because he just knows. 

but this. 

this. 

he’s sitting on the other end of the couch again, lazily running a hand through his hair and blowing it out of his eyes every so often while he taps away at a game on his phone. 

and yeah, you’ve never been quite so attracted to him as in this moment.

it’s not even just the fact that his hair is down, even though the back of your neck has yet to stop burning at the sight of it. 

it’s the undeniable domesticity of it all that has your heart racing in your chest. 

that has your fingers itching to toss your laptop aside, to crawl across the expanse of cushions and into his lap—

“please tell me you’re almost done,” karasu interrupts your treacherous train of thought. 

you find him on his hands and knees in front of where you’re seated sideways against the arm of the couch, positioned between your lazily spread legs with one hand hovering over the lid of your laptop, which he’s slowly pushing closed. 

“hey!” you choke out, both startled by the way your body reacts to his sudden proximity and the fact that you haven’t saved your document in fifteen minutes. 

hastily, you do just that, and the laptop snaps shut with a resounding click that seems to echo off of the walls of the apartment like a beacon while karasu stares back at you for a beat. 

a slow grin of victory spreads across his face when he uses one hand to transfer your laptop to the coffee table, but he makes no move to get off of you. 

“otoya and hiori wanna get dinner,” he tells you by way of explanation. 

it’s not fair how much more attractive his stupid, cute little mole looks with dark strands of hair falling against it—

“and?” you ask carefully. 

you just want to reach out and touch—

“and you gotta eat, too, so i’ve been waitin’ on you, princess.”

fucking pet names. one goddamn crisis at a time.

your ribcage is on the verge of becoming a triage center. 

“well, don’t you—shouldn’t you go and get ready, at least?” you do your best not to sound completely and entirely rattled as you gesture toward his hair. 

he looks up with just his eyes, as if he’s only just now noticing the origin of your afternoon’s torture. “what, does it look that bad?”

is he serious?

he smirks, and—oh. your breath hitches in your throat as you try to figure out when he got so close, when he shifted even higher to cage you in entirely between his tall, muscled frame and the plush, worn-in couch cushions. 

it makes you feel dizzy, being beneath him like this. 

karasu smells like the strawberries he was eating earlier, and your throat goes dry as you think about the way he’d outright fed one to you instead of handing it to you like a normal person when you asked. the way his fingertips had briefly touched your lips—

he smells like the fabric softener he’s used for years, and it’s seemingly the last remaining lifeline left to ground you in this moment. you grasp at it, almost desperately. 

you end up unconsciously fisting a hand in the fabric of his shirt instead. 

he leans in a little closer, close enough that his hair brushes against your forehead. 

it tickles. 

warmth blooms hot in your gut, petals of heat caressing your spine.  

“does it look bad?” he asks again. 

you can feel his breath skirt against your lips. 

“maybe,” you whisper, voice almost hoarse. because you need some sort of an upper hand here. 

he huffs, eyes locked on yours. “liar.”

“you’re distracting,” you tell him again for the—you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve said it today. 

one of his knees is slotted dangerously between your legs, and you try not to think about the way his thighs look in his kit. how often you have to tear your eyes away from the sight of them when you’re watching his games. 

fucking footballers. 

“am i?” 

you nod slowly, and you wonder what his lips taste like. how he kisses. if they’re as warm as the body heat that’s blanketing you while he keeps you bracketed beneath him. 

if he’d methodically break you down like he does to his opponents on the field—if he’d call you some other endearing thing in that pretty accent of his while your legs are wrapped around his waist, while you’re carding your fingers through his hair and parting your lips and gasping his name. 

you wonder if he’d take it slow and drag his nose down your cheek before sliding his lips along the curve of your jaw. 

if he’d kiss you long and deep, licking his way into your mouth with one hand splayed against your throat and another curled around your hip. 

if he’d—

“you’re distracting, too, ya know,” he whispers. 

“what?” your heart’s pounding so loudly in your chest, you’re not sure if you heard him right. 

karasu taps your chin lightly with his pointer finger. “ya read out loud, and ya sing to yourself while you’re cookin’ and cleanin’.”

embarrassment washes over you as you begin to realize what a bothersome house guest you’ve probably unintentionally become over the past few days. “i’m sorry, i’m just so used to living alone, and—“

he cuts you off abruptly, “i said you’re distracting, not that i didn’t like it.”

you blink up at him owlishly, and your chest tightens in confusion as you breathe out what seems to be one of the few last remaining words in the wasteland of your mental dictionary, “what?”

“you have a pretty voice,” he murmurs, thumb ghosting over the edge of your bottom lip. “i like hearin’ it.”

you feel breathless when you exhale the only other thing you can think to say, “karasu.”

his eyes fall shut for a moment, and he smiles. “i love the way you say my name.”

your tongue dances impatiently against the back of your teeth as you swallow, testing the weight of three different syllables—

“tabito,” you whisper. 

he opens his eyes suddenly, and he stares down at you with an expression that has your toes curling against the couch cushions. 

“you should only say that if ya want me to kiss ya,” he rasps. 

your fingers tremble slightly as you reach up and touch his hair, slowly brushing the tips across his mole. he catches your hand when you go to pull away, keeping it there. 

“tabito.”

karasu’s mouth crashes into yours. 

[blank-house]

on the note of saves though, do you think a feature to delete saves or alternatively, name them could be added? because my saves are a muddled mess since I like trying out different things in different play throughs and I just get confused :')

Deleting saves is already possible! Granted we don’t have a button for it specifically in the released builds, but if you hover over the button and then press the backspace or delete key the game’ll ask if you really want to delete it or naur :3

[theliteraryarchitect]

How to Keep Yourself From Editing As You Write

Not to say there's anything wrong with editing as you write, but if you want to stop yourself and find you can't, here are some tips.

1. Write longhand or on a typewriter.

Not only is it more difficult to edit as you write, changing mediums can help you establish new habits.

2. Try one of the many writing apps that come with features that discourage editing.

Cold Turkey Writer won't let you close the window until you reach a certain number of words. The Most Dangerous Writing App will delete all your progress if you stop typing. And I know there are at least a few apps that disable the backspace key.

3. Set a timer and a word-count goal.

This relies a bit on willpower, but the timer really helps. I talk about the specific process I use in this post.

4. Take a break from reading writing advice.

While you can’t ever “un-know” what you’ve learned, it’s especially difficult if you’re constantly absorbing critical information while at the same time trying to be creative. Give your right brain some space. Go outside, read fiction, paint or draw. Get away from your Tumblr feed. Turn off the internet while you write.

5. Practice, and be patient.

You’ve developed a habit of editing-while-writing and it will take some time to reverse it. Give yourself short practice sessions of not editing: Try to write 50 words without editing. Do some timed freewriting. Think of it as a muscle that needs to be exercised to get stronger.

Hope this helps!

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@theliteraryarchitect is a writing advice blog run by me, Bucket Siler, a writer and developmental editor. For more writing help, download my Free Resource Library for Fiction Writers, join my email list, or check out my book The Complete Guide to Self-Editing for Fiction Writers.

[pastlifesmp]

Writing tips? (As: what helps you sit down and write?)

YAY SOMEONE FINALLY ASKED !!! Okay!!

Short answer: classical conditioning and knowing thyself.

Long answer:

I view writer's block as not one terrible thing, but instead, two separate beasts: motivation issues (ie, finding a reason TO write) and blank page issues (actually writing once you've decided you're going to)

I'll start with blank page issues because that's something I actually have an answer for. Heres my step-by-step guide that isn't actually broken into steps because I like bulleted lists better.

- The goal here is to create a set of replicatable conditions every time you write, so that when you're brain registers them, it goes, writing time!

- Sit somewhere that you don't usually sit. This can be outside, in a different room, at the library, etc. Literally anywhere that doesn't have a "function" in your brain (such as a bed being for sleeping, the restroom being for restroom purposes, the desk being for working or distractions.) I usually sit on top of furniture so I'm close to the ceiling, but it really works anywhere that I don't already associate with something else.

- Eliminate distractions... I use a notebook to write because it doesn't let me get distracted during "research" where 5 minutes in on a computer I'd be watching youtube already. Whenever I'm working on my computer, I turn the internet off so I can't. I also keep my phone nearby enough that I can see the screen when notifications go off but far enough away that I can't reach it without stretching uncomfortably.

- Do things specifically to get you in the Writing Mood. For me, this is putting on certain cd's that I only listen to while writing (creating an association between them and writing in my brain). It can also be a specific playlist, etc, but the key here is you only listen to it while writing.

- Have a clear "starting step" you do right before you write. It should be less intimidating than the prospect of writing itself. For me, this is stretching my wrists (something you should do anyway).

- Introduce things that add Some Sort of (low) Stakes. For me, this is just setting a timer that I pause whenever I get up and take a break. There is no actual purpose to the timer, and no reward or punishment (since I dont count my words until I type it up later). Just the existence of the timer makes me feel like I'm being Timed, which is enough to get me writing. For some people, this is writing with a pen or using software that makes it so they can't backspace or see what they've already written, meaning what's on the page is on the page and they just have to move on.

- Side note on above: I've never had operant conditioning work. Every time I go "you can have a treat after you write" to myself. Every time I am very convincing and say, "We could just have a treat now and not write" and then I have a treat and nothing gets done. The reward of "you wrote! Yay" feeling is good enough on its own.

- Also do things to Reduce the Stakes. What, you may ask. You just raised them. And yes I did, but listen, you can do both at the same time. This for me is writing with a pencil so that I know I can erase if I need to. Ironically, I just scratch things out anyway. This is also making sure that no one sees the writing until I'm done, which reduces the feeling of being watched and having expectations to do Good.

TLDR: BLANK PAGE

- You want a bunch of repeatable environmental conditions that you only associate with writing. That way, when they're there, your brain goes "Oh time to write" and then writes. I think this is maybe called a trance state or something but I don't know because I arrived at these conclusions myself while writing in a core chemistry lecture .

- Introduce stakes, but make sure they're largely meaningless so you don't start to associate writing with stress.

- Also reduce the stakes. Make it so that whatever happens during drafting is between you and the paper. Deities are excluded here they can mind their own business.

now: Motivation. I actually struggle with this because you can't just condition your brain into Being Motivated like you can with Doing a Task. But here's what generally helps me:

- Try not to talk about your ideas too much with other people unless its collaborative. That way, the only way you can Get the Ideas Outta There is by writing. And then when you get the Ideas Itch in your head, you'll have to want to write instead. (note: this is how it works for me. if you're naturally more of a collaborative person and not trafficblr's most solitary tumblrina, do that. Motivation is more about what finding what works for YOU, rather than applying general basic principles)

- Find a good beta reader. Not just any beta reader. A GOOD one. The goal here is for there to be a barrier between "ah i have finally finished this piece of crap" and "everyone is looking at my work oh fuck". You want someone who gives you positive affirmation (yippee) while also giving you constructive feedback and catching your mistakes (which I find helps me trust someone's opinion more, and also makes me feel more comfortable about posting to the world). Obligatory shoutout to my beloved cubecrunchie. Genuinely sometimes i will write specifically bc beta reading is so fun, and it makes me feel like i'm improving which is another reward brain stimulus yay.

- um. Umm. Oh yeah. Write what you WANT !! Self-indulgent content is the secret to actually wanting to write. Shocker. (But like seriously. All of my abandoned/unfinished fics (cough fitpac au because it won a poll cough) are things I'd written for other people). You can also write for other people sure, but make sure it's a specific person or group of people you want to see happy, rather than like. a faceless crowd of imaginary consumers. that sucks. This can also look like writign to express your emotions etc. just do what you want forever really

- dont think too hard !!! Coincidentally (slash lie) whenever i think about being a writer as a core part of my identity, I write way less. It comes with a lot of stressful made up expectations about what a writer should be and just leaves me paralyzed. Just write, man

- and... know yourself!! Do a few sprints to figure out your general writing speed (for me, this is around 250-300 words every 15mins or 1000-1200 wph without breaks) . that way, you can set time out of your schedule to write accordingly without uncertainty of how much you'll get done!!

- figure out what works best for you!! do you like the calm of writing in the morning or the exhilaration of writing at night? Do you like to drink tea or coffee or soup (?) or what while writing? Really, just find things that will make writing enjoyable (i've seen those "turn writing into a game" programs, so you could always try them!!) so that you want to do it more. Boom. Motivation. Yippee stimulus. Yay enjoyment. Etc

- don't force yourself to write when you dont want to. The goal is to create more want, not more write. For instance, when november writing challenge was still reputable and i was doing it, i got food poisoning in the middle of it and couldnt write. But because i let myself recover instead of trying to force it, i was full of energy and rejuvenated and able to catch back up. Trust me. even when you dont write on bad days, your good days will be even better and you'll write more than enough to make up for it

- written is better than good. so much crap gets put out there because the authors put their skillpoints into doing instead of making it good and then they were the only ones to finish. being Good will come with time, trust. you just gotta get there by doing stuff and learning from yourself .... believe....

TLDR for motivation; figure it out yourself xD !!! but do what makes you happy and not stressed . Do not try to stress yourself out to make yourself write more. Listen to me. Listen to me reader. I did this in 2023 and it worked short term. And then I wrote only 7k for all of 2024 and hated every word of it. you're going to burn yourself out unless you make it fun. Please Make it fun.

OK THIS IS THE END finally yayy!!! (I'm a total yapper) Hope this helps :3 and good luck !!!!!!

[arayashikiii]

Heinrich Runge(Lunge)/Original Female Character (NSFW)

Monster Fanfic | Runge/OC | Adult Themes

POV: Runge. Introspective, mature, timeline not clearly defined, ambiguous tone.

Contains: awkward intimacy, adult themes.

I’m not quite ready to post this on AO3 yet, so I'm sharing it this way for now. Actually, I haven't really established any detailed settings for the OC yet. There are a few elements that take place before the events of the main story, but I haven't worked out the specifics. I might write something related to that in the future, but for now, nothing is certain. Hope you enjoy it!

At the end of April, after the rain had stopped, the air in Hamburg was unusually sticky. Though it was not yet summer, the humidity was exceptional, and I spent the entire day in just a shirt, having taken off my jacket.

After a minor argument and a moment of impulsive contact—perhaps age does not bring wisdom, only shamelessness; in any case, it was undoubtedly I who initiated the unexpected kiss—the atmosphere between us had become noticeably awkward. Neither of us had ever been particularly talkative, but this time I sensed that even being in the same space would be uncomfortable. I was the first to look away and suggested we take some time apart.

My mind, which had been flashing error messages for the first time in a while, eventually shut down altogether. I initially intended to spend some quiet time browsing through bookstores, but even as I mimicked typing data into my mental computer—a habit of mine—nothing was actually being entered. In the end, as if I had regressed to my reckless, foolish youth, I found myself in a bar, drinking beer after beer to dull the sense of uselessness. Perhaps because I had avoided alcohol for years and relied on coffee to stave off emptiness, at first I only sipped at my drink as though it were still coffee.

After a few hours, before the alcohol could take full effect and leave me entirely lethargic, I forced myself up and headed to the station. When I saw the hastily scribbled sign in the window—“Train strike. All tickets after 6 p.m. are refundable. Please visit the ticket counter.”—my fingers instinctively tapped an imaginary backspace key. It meant that she and I would inevitably meet again in the waiting room, in an atmosphere of awkwardness.

They say that if you speak of the devil, she appears. Five minutes later, she appeared before me, looking somewhat fatigued, two buttons undone on her blouse. For more than three minutes, we simply stared at each other in silence, having nothing at all to say. Eventually, I suggested we find a hotel, and she followed without complaint.

Because of the late hour, it was not easy to find a place to stay. We checked several places before finally locating a vacancy. The receptionist, utterly indifferent, informed us that only a double room was left and immediately asked for a card. She fumbled for her wallet, but I was marginally faster. I blinked once at her as she offered me a slightly apologetic look.

A cramped room of barely ten square meters, with an old bunk bed. We unpacked without a word, and, at her suggestion, I took the lower bunk. We continued in silence for hours. She busied herself finishing her work on her laptop, while I switched on a portable lamp and reviewed documents for a meeting scheduled the next afternoon.

After 2 a.m., I heard a slight cough from the upper bunk. As the night deepened and the temperature dropped, the walls grew cold, and, as is often the case in budget hotels, dust that had accumulated in neglected corners began to irritate the airways. I turned off my lamp and told her, quietly, to come down. She hesitated for a moment before slowly descending. I gently took her wrist, pulled her into my arms, and covered us with the blanket. Only then, after adding another layer, could I close my eyes in relative comfort. I had no intention of going further.

Still, perhaps because of our earlier contact in a public place and the amount of alcohol consumed, my threshold for physical stimulation seemed significantly lowered. After her warm breath brushed my nape twenty or so times, I found myself acting out of character once more. I decided I could blame it on the alcohol, if necessary.

We decided not to undress completely. To raise our body temperature, we kissed—clumsily, bumping our front teeth three times—and I immediately touched her. Her clitoris required persistent, steady pressure in one spot, and I obliged. Normally, I would have used my mouth, but she closed her legs, clearly unwilling.

Her nails were always short, so there was no sharp stimulation, but that also meant there were no unpleasant surprises. I tried to relax my body as much as possible, and she, with her large, warm hands, completely enveloped me. After a few minutes, I heard the familiar wet sound. Everything was proceeding smoothly.

“Will you be all right?”

“Yes… this is fine.”

“Why don’t you beg a little, like usual?”

“Do you really want that, even outside?”

“My apologies. You’re simply too endearing.”

Calling her “endearing” was a calculated move, though not entirely untrue. She surely knew as much. She gave a faint smile—but I noticed the slight tremor at the corner of her eye—and parted her legs a little. Remembering that she had told me her period had ended about four days ago, I took a condom from my pocket and tore open the package with my teeth. As our bodies pressed together, she seemed to hold her breath, probably out of concern that someone might hear. I moved slowly up and down at the entrance to help her relax.

As I eased inside her, there was a sound—just a bit more conspicuous than the quiet smack of our lips parting. At that moment, a heavy thud echoed through the wall. We stayed composed, but a moment later, the loud moans of an unknown woman in the next room brought us to a halt. Perhaps suddenly exhausted, she scratched her head and glared at the wall, visibly irritated.

“Damn, you get all kinds of people in these cheap hotels.”

“Is it bothering you?”

“It’s just… annoying tonight.”

“Then why not give them something to listen to?”

Her eyes widened instantly. I barely suppressed a laugh, not out of ridicule, but because she truly was endearing. Even if it wasn’t wholly genuine admiration, just the presence of that feeling alone was enough to make me behave unlike myself. I was willing to shed the shell of the trained, restrained detective—if only for a moment, before having to put it back on. I wanted to remember her defenseless and, at times, even ridiculous side.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re a good singer, aren’t you?”

“What?”

“I’ll make sure you can breathe easily. Go ahead.”

I changed our position without much delay. Since I was only shallowly inside her, she seemed unbothered by the sudden movement. I lay on my side, holding her more firmly, and, still flushed with heat, rubbed myself against her from behind.

“Uh… ha… Are you serious? Where did you get the idea that I can sing?”

“My reasons are far more objective and reliable than you might expect. Trust me. Now, go on.”

Leaning in closer, I took her breasts in both hands. The way her skin instantly responded, raising goosebumps, started to heat me up as well. What we had done up to that point now felt trivial compared to the next fifteen minutes that played out in my mind. I wanted to make it real.

“So, what will you do?”

“Heinrich, sometimes I really don’t understand you.”

What I’d been so insistent about was a song she’d hummed a few days earlier while tidying up her study. As soon as I heard it, I’d begun absentmindedly typing out the melody, noting every pause and missed octave, along with my own commentary:

Extreme lyrics, subdued delivery. Open to interpretation.

If I could hear those unguarded lines from her again—who knows, it might become my favorite piece of music in a lifetime. To help her relax, I breathed against her earlobe a few times, and slowly pressed into her. In response, she let out a low, heated sound and, in a rather clear voice, began to sing, line by line.

[mayajadewrites]

For Me (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

summary: Levi Ackerman has a staring problem. Specifically staring at a woman that he has been admiring at his local coffee shop for months. She doesn't usually notice, however, one day she did. She would flip his world upside down, but would she let him in her world?

pairing: levi ackerman x reader

modern attack on titan au (no titans)

CHAPTER ONE: EARL GREY

ao3

"One Earl Grey tea." The barista at your favorite locally owned coffee shop sings. She's always in the best mood, even on days where the sky looks like it's about to break out into tears. "If it isn't my favorite regular!" She smiles and slides the tea towards me. "Writing anything good today?"

"One can only hope." You smile, grabbing the cup of tea. The steam is almost dancing off of the hot liquid, the warmth gracing your skin. "I'm working on my latest fiction novel. Romance is not the easiest to write for, contrary to popular belief." You offer her a warm smile. "I'll see you soon."

"Good luck!" She waved as you walked to your usual table. The coffee shop is based off earthy tones, plants hanging in the corner along with welcoming decor. As you sink into your seat, you feel a pair of eyes on you. You think about looking up into the eyes that could burn a hole in your skin, but you don't. You have work to do. 

Your tote bag sits on the seat next to you, almost bursting with anything one would need for a day out. You pick your headphones out of the bottomless pit and pick out your 'writing playlist'. Next, your laptop. As you open it, you stare at your reflection across the black screen. A sigh leaves your lips as you type in your password and begin brainstorming for your next novel. 

Your books have become more popular as more people are reading now-a-days. Thanks to social media, a few of your books have gone semi-viral. Typically you write fiction, specifically romance. Your fans are usually on the younger side, falling in love with your characters and wishing for more books featuring them. 

You bite your lower lip as you begin typing, only to press down on the backspace key a few seconds later. Since when is coming up with ideas so hard for you? 

You feel goosebumps populate your skin as you sense the same pair of eyes looking at you again. This time, you indulge. Your eyes meet his steel grey ones and it feels like time has stopped. The world now only contains you and him. You expect him to look away, but he keeps staring. 

Raising an eyebrow, you continue to hold his gaze. Without looking down, he takes a sip of his tea from the ceramic white mug that comes with every drink. 

His jet black hair mostly stays on one side, covering one of his eyebrows. You notice his undercut, which looks like he just recently got it buzzed. You study his skin, clear of any imperfections. His mouth is almost in a straight line, but his lips are pouting ever so slightly. He is dressed like he's going to work as a CEO - suit, tie, all that. 

You break the staring contest you were participating in when you hear someone next to you trying to get your attention. 

"Hey, sorry to bother you." A man with light brown hair smiled, watching you take your headphones off.

"Okay..." You look at the man, waiting for him to speak. "Did you need something?" 

"I-I just wanted to tell you that you're beautiful." His cheeks began to turn a shade of red. "And I would like your number." His eyes darted to the floor. You raise an eyebrow, analyzing his face. He looks young, can't be older than 23. You notice a group snickering as the man seemingly embarrasses himself in front of you by the color of red that is burning his cheeks. 

"Do you have a name?" You ask, taping your almond shaped fingernails on your laptop. You look down at your hands and admire your perfect manicure with your favorite nude shade of nail polish.

"Jean. I'm sorry, I should have started with that." 

"Yeah, maybe." You glance at the group again. "Are those your friends?"

"Yes. They didn't think I was man enough to come up to you and ask for your number, which is why they're rudely staring right now." 

"I appreciate your bravery, Jean." You smile at him, holding your palm out. "Hand me your phone." 

Without hesitation Jean slips his phone into your hand. You open up the contacts app and add your name and number. You tell Jean your name as you give his phone back to him. 

"Thank you. I'll... text you later?" Jean ended the sentence as a question. 

"What else would you do with my number?" You let out a soft laugh. "Yes, we'll talk soon." 

Jean walks back to his group of friends, putting his hands up to show victory. He's with 3 women, and 3 men. The men pat Jean on the shoulder while the women shake their hands, continuing whatever conversation they had going on before Jean came up to you. 

When you turn to focus on your laptop once again, you feel eyes on you again. 

This man will not stop staring, and he's almost shameless about it. 

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Back at your apartment, you begin your 'Sunday reset' of your apartment. It's a weekly tradition for you - your sheets get washed, the floors get mopped, and you get your house ready for the week to come. Since you spend most of your time there, you try to make it as clean as you can while still feeling like a lived in home. Your phone buzzes in your pocket as you strip your bed of your sheets. 

UNKNOWN NUMBER: Hey! It's Jean.

YOU: Hey there.

JEAN: Thank you again for giving me your number, I can't believe a woman as beautiful as you would even give me the time of day.

YOU: I admire your bravery and think it's cute that you got all red trying to talk to me. And thank you, you're very kind.

JEAN: Can I take you out for dinner this week? Wednesday?

YOU: Sounds like a plan. Text me where and what time and I'll meet you there. 

JEAN: Will do! :)

You smile to yourself as you put your phone on your side table next to your couch. Your mind wanders as you clean, leading back to the man that has a staring problem. Why was he staring? How long had he been staring for? 

[andmaybegayer]

let’s dispel once and for all the fiction that mechanical keyswitches are good. They aren’t that much better than the alternatives.

More earnestly: the number one benefit of mechanical keyswitches is that they grant a designer an extraordinary degree of latitude when it comes to the structure and design of a keyboard. Unless you really highly value clickiness the majority of their features can be matched by high quality rubber domes from any decent keyboard manufacturer.

Their real strength is that you can pick consistent, reliable switches and put them anywhere you want in 3D space and just run wires to them to make a unique 1 of 1 keyboard that perfectly fits you, and you can easily stick a microcontroller with custom firmware in there to implement whatever features you want.

I got a Logitech ergo rubber dome today and it feels great, the biggest issue is that I wish it didn’t have a numpad and I wish it had more thumb buttons so that they could do more work. And of course I would! That’s what my homemade custom mechanical split keyboard looks like! I could make that to exact specs with some wood tools and a laser cut sheet of brass for the switchplate, whereas this Logitech is a miracle made of over a dozen unique injection moulded parts with an overall mould cost probably exceeding USD 50k!

I would love to have exactly the perfect high end rubber dome mass-produced keyboard of my dreams, but no one makes it, and that’s, reasonable, I have very specific dreams, but I have never understood bog standard layout mechanicals. You could be having a much better time with something with nicer switches!

Sorely tempted to figure out if I can physically hack off the numpad here and sneakily hot-glue some kailh choc switches to the wristrest as thumb keys. At the moment I'm just putting my trackball square on top of the numpad which works fine. I'll print a cap for it later. This is going to end up at Gainful Employment Location not home. At the very least I want to see if there's a way to distinguish the two spacebars in software and use some clever hacks to make them behave as enter/backspace/both.

ISO enter keys were sent by the devil but I don't really have a lot of good options unless I want to import ANSI keyboards.

[ardenrabbit]

Do you have any tips on how to be more confident in what you write? I feel like no matter what or how I write, it could always be better, and I fall into the trap of comparing my writing to others.

I also feel like my lack of confidence is very apparent and worry that it annoys others or makes for a self fulfilling prophecy.

Ahh pls always take my writing advice with a block of salt! 😅 I'm by no means the most well-equipped writer out there, but I'm happy to share what I've learned.

I truly understand this feeling. It fluctuates for me, like, some days I feel like I'm a writing god, and then some days I feel like everything I touch turns to incomprehensible, structureless, stale, and poorly researched gibberish. Unfortunately, my confidence is largely at the mercy of a personality disorder. 😅 BUT! There are some habits and rules that I've set for myself that make it easier!

Your writing could always be better, and that's okay! You will frequently read back on something you wrote a year ago and wish you had written it differently. That's inevitable and normal. Most of the time, that's just a great indicator of progress that you've made in your writing skill. The important part to remember is that there is no perfect way to write, so cut yourself some slack and just write what you enjoy at the time. Yeah, endeavor to do your best and present a product that you're happy with, but don't ever expect it to be flawless. Embrace imperfection and keep going. It's the only way to practice and get better.

Everyone writes differently, and that's good too! It can be hard to see your own writing as good enough after you read the kind of content that makes you think, "That. That's how I want to write." There are works that have me screaming into my hands and wanting to hold myself to a higher standard, but I can't afford to let that paralyze me and keep me from writing to the best of my ability. The best I can do is take a deep breath, come to terms with the tragic fact that I will never have written Boomchick's No Water Is Enough, and take notes on what I liked about their writing and how I can learn from it. Don't do content that you admire the disservice of letting it make you feel bad about yourself. That's not why its author wrote it.

Do not show weakness. I definitely don't always follow my own advice here, but it's just like in art school: don't point out the flaws in your work to your audience, or it will be all they can see. Resist the urge to type out anything self-deprecating in the author's notes. If you start, hit that backspace key. You can trick yourself into thinking you were more confident when posting it, too.

If you feel like your writing doesn't come across as confident within the work itself—why? Are you pulling punches with narrative decisions to avoid confrontation? Are you leaning into patterns that you've already seen written because you're hesitant to branch out? Find out where and why you're doing it and rework it! Take risks! Ride the adrenaline! Be free!!

Periodically reread your own stuff and take note of what you like about it. Don't just nitpick at it; consciously and deliberately point out to yourself the things you think you did well. It doesn't have to be perfect or the best! Also take note of the things you had the most fun with. What lines of dialogue made you happy to write? What event made you happy to see executed? Example: I'm proud of how I handle characterizations and dialogue, and I have the most fun when there are big turns in events!

Along with that, pick a technical weakness you want to work on. Don't beat yourself up about not being the best in that area; instead, keep it in mind and put a little more effort into that when you write. Again, it's okay if it's not perfect. Don't agonize or let it get you stuck, but gently acknowledge that you want to get better at that specific thing. Shoring up your weak spots will make you feel more confident about the work as a whole, and it's reassuring to feel like you're strengthening your skills. Example: I feel like my weakness is scenery/environment, so I stop and try to add a little more detail about that in each scene that needs it (otherwise I will just breeze right over it and only write dialogue lol). It helps me feel like I'm taking control of my weak spots and improves the scene from the bottom up.

Above all, WRITE FOR YOURSELF. You won't make everyone else in the world happy, and you won't write anything you like if you don't write what you want to read. Be selfish when you write and just do what makes you happy! Dance like nobody's watching and all that.

I hope there was something helpful here for you! The best advice I can give is to be patient with yourself, keep practicing, and write what you're excited about. You've got this!! I believe in you!!

[scoobydoodean]

Which of these bugs occur when you are using the Tumblr post editor and continue to occur at least intermittently?

Pressing "Enter" or "Return" key in the mobile editor to split a block of text in two deletes all text below the cursor.

Undo hot keys delete almost your entire post permanently.

A block of text you highlighted will not delete when pressing Backspace/Delete key.

Links inserted around specific words shift to different words in your sentence after you post.

Highlighting a solitary block of text to format it as indented, bulleted, etc also indents or bullets a separate block of text above or below that you did not highlight.

Difficulty accurately arranging image posts because the highlighted placement keeps jumping around on a hair trigger.

Applied formatting like bold, italics, or small text randomly disappears from the leading word in a sentence.

All of these are issues I experience with the Tumblr post editor intermittently and have for months or even years without any fix.

[thorntonkrell-blog-blog]

Untitled

He lay still.

Not because they told him to, but because something inside had already gone quiet. Not peace. Not resignation. Something else. A pause deeper than thought. Deeper than will.

Cold gel spread across his chest. The technician’s gloved hand adjusted the probe, her eyes fixed on the monitor. The machine ticked and whispered in grayscale syllables. The heart appeared, not as metaphor, not as symbol—but as fact. And yet still, somehow, as revelation.

A flutter.

Small. Brief. But enough.

“Looks like a bit of an irregularity,” she murmured, half to herself, tapping keys, logging metrics.

To her, it was clinical. Electrical. A line spiked where it should’ve smoothed. But he felt it differently. Not the flutter. The recognition. As if something long unspoken inside him had answered a question he never consciously asked.

Then came the voice. Not external. Not invented.

You asked something you didn’t say aloud. And I answered in your own blood. It wasn’t a hallucination. It wasn’t a memory.

It was me. The pulse beneath all your words. The witness behind every face you ever touched and failed to keep.

They call it arrhythmia. You know better. It’s correspondence. A conversation between your soul and your heart— and I am the voice between them.

Not one woman. All of them. Not one loss. The shape of every absence you turned into art.

The probe shifted. A new angle. A clearer image. More data.

But none of that mattered. Because something real had spoken. And something even more real had answered.

Later, in his writing room, Krell sat before the screen. The draft blinked.

She walks into the steam room— No. Backspace. That name no longer applied. That shape no longer held.

She had never been one woman. She had only worn their names.

She was not a character. Not a muse.

She was the vigil. The rhythm beneath fiction. The beat behind invention. The one who stayed when everyone else became dialogue.

He opened a new document. No title. No character. No protection.

Just:

I loved her, and I failed her, and I tried to fictionalize the wound into something beautiful—but it still beat out of rhythm when no one was watching.

The Möbius Wound pulsed. Not pain. Recognition.

A story trying to tell him.

Outside.

The air felt wrong and right at once.

He walked to the car like someone re-entering gravity. He moved like the world was now calibrated to his confession.

Driver’s seat. Keys unturned. Silence in the cabin.

Then—warmth.

A very specific warmth.

Not of the sun. Of that night.

Windows down. That long way home. The song he couldn’t name but still remembered note for note. A name he never wrote. A breath he never released.

The Loopshard struck. The fragment. The shard of memory that time had tried to sand down. It returned. Not as torment. As arrival.

You made me into fiction so you could survive my absence. But now that you’ve heard me—now that I’ve fluttered— you no longer need to survive. You only need to drive.

He turned the ignition.

The engine responded like it had been waiting.

He didn’t set a destination. Didn’t check the mirrors.

The tires rolled. The sky did not narrate. The horizon did not instruct.

And still, a direction called him forward. Not road. Not metaphor. Just… forward.

His heart beat—not perfectly, not predictably.

But honestly.

And in that honesty, the story dissolved.

And the story continued.

And the man, no longer fictional, drove into a kind of infinity that doesn’t ask for meaning— only motion.

Echo Spiral: The End of Krell

Somewhere past the city, the trees began again. The kind that don’t care what you call them. Pines or ghosts or sentinels. They lined the road like witnesses who had already given their testimony.

Inside the car, Krell was not replaying anything.

He was being played.

His life, a low hymn now. A chord resolved. The words he’d once written stood in the rearview, unread, undemanding.

She was never a woman. She was the sentence he wouldn’t finish. She was the soul’s mask. She was the voice that outlived metaphor. She was what he was always listening for when he described silence as a theme.

No more characters. No more stand-ins. No more “as if”s.

Just the rhythm of wheels turning, heart murmuring, time folding in on itself.

Somewhere between mile markers, the story shook loose.

Pages unwrote themselves, not in destruction but in release.

He had given the narrative back to its source.

And with that—he was gone.

Not dead. Not vanished.

Just… no longer needed.

A character freed from the burden of continuing. A voice silenced not by force, but by fulfillment.

So now the story rings. Like struck glass. Like the final toll of a bell whose tone stretches past hearing and into knowing.

Krell, the writer, the questioner, the haunted— was never the point. He was the passage.

And the passage is complete.

Let it ring now.

Let the space he once filled stay empty for a moment longer, so that when we begin again—

it will not be him who speaks.

It will be what comes next.

And we will be ready.

[keytrackr]

How Does An Employee Keylogger Work? Everything Employers Need To Know

In the evolving landscape of digital work, employee monitoring tools have taken center stage. Among them, keyloggers are particularly controversial yet increasingly common in workplace environments. While some view them as essential for productivity and data protection, others raise concerns about privacy and misuse. So, how does an employee Keylogger work, and what should employers understand before using one?

What Is a Keylogger?

A keylogger, short for "keystroke logger," is a software or hardware tool that records every keystroke made on a computer or device. When implemented in a business setting, it becomes part of a larger monitoring system designed to track employee activity on company-owned devices.

An employee keylogger typically runs silently in the background and captures everything typed—this includes emails, chats, passwords, forms, and documents. Advanced systems can even tag entries with timestamps and application data, allowing employers to see not just what was typed, but when and where.

How Does It Work?

The working mechanism of a keylogger can be broken down into a few core processes:

Data Capture: As users type on their keyboard, the software keystrokes tracking. Some systems also detect special keys like Backspace, Ctrl, or Shift to reconstruct exact content.

Data Storage: The captured data is stored in an encrypted log file, either locally on the user’s machine or in a secure cloud-based server, depending on the software configuration.

Data Transmission: Logs are periodically sent to the employer or IT admin for review. These reports can include searchable logs, filters by time or application, and even alerts if specific keywords are used.

Analysis Tools: Many employee monitoring platforms integrate keylogging with other tools like screen capturing, internet usage reports, and productivity dashboards, making the data more actionable.

Why Would Employers Use One?

Employers generally turn to this tool for a few reasons:

Ensuring Productivity: With distractions like social media just a click away, keyloggers can help managers verify that employees stay focused on assigned tasks.

Protecting Company Data: By monitoring keystrokes, companies can detect when sensitive information is being shared or accessed inappropriately.

Investigating Incidents: In case of internal policy breaches or cybersecurity threats, keylogging data can act as digital evidence.

Remote Oversight: For remote teams, it adds a layer of transparency and accountability that some employers find necessary to manage operations efficiently.

Legal and Privacy Concerns

While the tool itself is powerful, it walks a fine line between monitoring and surveillance. The legality of using a keylogger varies depending on location. In most regions, it's legal as long as:

The monitored devices are owned by the employer.

Employees are informed of the monitoring policy.

Data collected is securely stored and used only for business purposes.

Failing to meet these standards can lead to legal consequences and damage your company’s reputation. Transparency is not just ethical—it’s often a legal requirement.

Tips for Responsible Use

To implement a keylogger the right way, follow these tips:

Be Transparent: Let employees know what’s being monitored and why.

Limit Monitoring Scope: Focus on work-related activities only, and avoid personal data intrusion.

Secure the Data: Use encrypted storage and restrict access to the logs.

Review Periodically: Reassess the need and effectiveness of the tool regularly.

You can also watch: EmpMonitor: Manage Remote Work Easily

Final Words

Understanding how an employee Keylogger works is essential before considering it for your organization. While it can provide useful insights and strengthen security, it must be deployed thoughtfully and transparently. Used responsibly, it supports both organizational goals and employee accountability without compromising trust.

[vividracing]

New Post has been published on https://www.vividracing.com/blog/what-wheels-fit-a-nissan-gt-r-r35/

What Wheels fit a Nissan GT-R R35?

Finding the right wheel fitment for the Nissan GT-R R35 takes some effort, but we’ve done the research so you don’t have to. The R35 came to the USA market in 2009 and the last Nissan GT-R R35 is scheduled to be built in 2025. Where power and some aesthetics have changed, the majority of the vehicle has been left the same. With a 20 inch OEM wheel size, the only difference ever in the wheels was from the Nismo edition using a 14×1.5 wheel bolt.

So what are the important numbers to look at when it comes to wheel sizing? First you have the diameter. This is the wheels main size as you look at its face. Diameter takes us back to Junior High and looking at the centerline of a circle. But it’s important to understand how different diameters can affect performance. Larger diameter wheels require more effort to spin. So this could reduce performance. Taking this into consideration, putting 22 inch wheels on a Nissan GT-R may not be a great idea. One of the big considerations when evaluating what wheel size to go with is tire availability. Depending on your vehicle use, some sizes may not be available in certain compounds such as track tires. Trying to find an R Compound tire for the track in a 21 inch is not going to be easy. Where sizes such as 18 inch you can find several different tire brands available. Smaller diameter wheels have to be able to clear the Nissan GT-R massive brakes. So understanding the offset and width is key to the right wheel size.

Wheel width is exactly how it sounds. How wide the wheel is when it is touching the ground. The Nissan GT-R uses a pretty wide wheel stock. The stock wheel is a 20×9.5 +45 and 20×10.5 +25. There is a lot of room in the fenders to go with a wider wheel to get better traction. The wheel offset is what can determine how wide of a wheel you can go to properly clear the brake caliper, stay in the fender well, and not hit the coilovers. Offset is measured as backspacing from the wheel pad where it mates up to the brake rotor hat. The lower the number the offset is, the further it is pushed out towards the fender. The higher the number it is more tucked in. So if you compare a wheel offset of 25, to a wheel offset of 50, the 25 offset will sit with the outside edge closer to the fender lip.

Some additional numbers to take into consideration for your wheel specs are bolt pattern, centerbore, weight, and load rating. Bolt pattern is very specific to each vehicle. If a vehicle runs a 5×114.3 bolt pattern, you cannot put a 5×120 wheel on it. There are spacer conversions available on sites like Amazon, but for a car like a Nissan GT-R, you would not want to do this. As mentioned above, the wheel bolts that the wheel mounts on to is different between the standard and Nismo versions. Centerbore is the hole that fits over the brake rotor lip in-between the bolt pattern. This is what keeps your wheel hubcentric and balanced. Many companies sell hubcentric rings for wheels that are more universally bored out. This is not wrong or bad. It’s a way to have a wheel available for many different applications. Wheel load rating is important for the safety of you and your vehicle. If the wheel construction is not rated for your vehicles weight, you could have catastrophic failures in the wheel. For example you would never want to put a Toyota Prius wheel on a Tesla Model S. The weight difference would put that wheel under extreme stress which may lead to cracking. But in our eyes, the most important number after all the others is wheel weight.

Wheel weight is hugely important to the performance of your vehicle. Rotational weight has a factor of 3x compared to static weight. If you save 10lbs on upgrading your wheel per corner, that is like saving 30lbs per corner. The less the engine has to work to get your car rolling, the faster it will go. So when looking at different wheels, it’s important to compare them to the stock wheel weight to see how they will perform.

After evaluating a variety of great wheel setups for the Nissan GT-R, we’ve pinpointed the best options that balance performance, practicality, and style for you. Whether you’re preparing for the track or just aiming for a clean street look, these fitments will ensure your Nissan GT-R performs as well as it looks.

Recommended Fitment:

Front 20×10 +30mm 5×114.3  

Rear- 20×12 +25mm 5×114.3

Aggressive Track Fitment:

Front 18×10 +15mm 5×114.3  

Rear 18×12 +25mm 5×114.3

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  Our Top Wheel Choices

Volk Racing – This iconic JDM wheel company is a top pick for many GT-R owners. Their 1pc forged aluminum wheels come in the right sizes and look to properly equip your Nissan GTR. The most common wheel is the TE37 and the variants of that style from Volk Racing.

Advan is another Japanese brand by Yokohama. Their wheels are also a staple on many GT-R owners cars. These wheels are typically a flow forge or cast construction. Some of their wheels are fully forged as well. Popular models such as the Advan GT and Advan RZ can be found on different GT-R owners cars.

Work Wheels – This is another Japanese wheel manufacture that is synomonyous with racing heritage. Their wheels are available as 1pc or multi-piece construction. Work Meister wheels are pretty common for popular JDM cars such as the Nissan GT-R.

BBS Wheels – This is the most common name in motorsports and racing. BBS has a long standing heritage in high performance vehicles. Their Forged Line of wheels brings a good balance of style and performance to the Nissan GT-R community.

There are several USA wheel manufactures that built great custom wheels for the Nissan GT-R. This includes companies like HRE Wheels, Brixton Forged, Rotiform. Getting a custom wheel in a 1pc forged monoblock or 3pc forged in your own color and style is a true way to separate your Nissan GT-R from the others.

Of course we have our very own VR Forged wheel line up. Available in ready to ship instock 1pc forged wheels or custom designed, our own wheel line has taken queues from our 20+ years of experience to provide a lightweight functional wheel for Nissan GT-R owners.

View Different Wheels on the Nissan GT-R

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[visual-sculptors]

Simplifying Design in Google Slides: Efficient Deletion of Unnecessary Text Boxes

High-quality professional Google Slides design: Expert Q&A Insights

1.How do I categorize data in Google Sheets?   

To categorize data in Google Sheets, use the following steps:

1. Select the data range.

2. Click on "Data" in the menu.

3. Choose "Sort range" or "Create a filter" to organize your data.

4. For more advanced categorization, use functions like `FILTER`, `SORT`, or `QUERY` to group and display data based on specific criteria.

2. What format are Google Slides?

Google Slides are primarily in a web-based format, allowing users to create, edit, and share presentations online. The files are stored in Google Drive and use the slides format. Presentations can also be exported in various formats, such as Microsoft PowerPoint (.pptx), PDF, or as images. They are accessible across devices with an internet connection.

3. How do I add a column to a table in Google Slides?

To add a column to a table in Google Slides, right-click on the table where you want the new column, select "Insert column left" or "Insert column right" from the menu. You can also use the table options in the top menu by clicking on "Table," then choosing the appropriate insert column option.

4. How do I add columns in a text box in Google Slides?

To add columns in a text box in Google Slides, you can't directly format the text box into columns. Instead, you can create multiple text boxes and align them side by side to simulate columns. Alternatively, use a table for more structured content, which you can insert by selecting "Insert" > "Table" and choosing the desired number of rows and columns.

5. How do I delete a text box in Google Slides?

To delete a text box in Google Slides, click on the text box to select it. Then, press the "Delete" or "Backspace" key on your keyboard. Alternatively, you can right-click on the selected text box and choose "Delete" from the context menu. This will remove the text box from your slide.

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[eigwayne]

So when you ordered a bunch of small things in one order on Amazon, it used to take the payment at once, right? Well not anymore. They apparently broke up my last order, which APPEARED to be a single order onscreen, into a whole bunch of smaller separate payments and now my bank froze that card because it registered as suspicious activity.

So yeah. Maybe I can get my mother to pay for her own shit next time and they'll freeze HER account instead of mine, and the inconvenience will piss her off and I can start weening her off Amazon someday.

Also you apparently can't highlight text and use the Backspace key to delete it in the Tumblr text editor anymore? I had to specifically use the Delete key. Which is annoying because me and my tiny short fingers are Backspace girlies.

[vim-official]

vimrc, git clone plugins into ~/.vim/bundle

" http://vimdoc.sourceforge.net/htmldoc/starting.html#vimrc execute pathogen#infect()

set nocompatible " use vim defaults set scrolloff=3 " keep 3 lines when scrolling set ai " set auto-indenting on for programming

set showcmd " display incomplete commands set nobackup " do not keep a backup file set number " show line numbers set ruler " show the current row and column

set hlsearch " highlight searches set incsearch " do incremental searching set showmatch " jump to matches when entering regexp set ignorecase " ignore case when searching set smartcase " no ignorecase if Uppercase char present set relativenumber

set visualbell t_vb= " turn off error beep/flash "set novisualbell " turn off visual bell

set backspace=indent,eol,start " make that backspace key work the way it should "set runtimepath=$VIMRUNTIME " turn off user scripts, https://github.com/igrigorik/vimgolf/issues/129

set mouse=a set spell let g:lexical#spelllang = ['en_us'] let g:lexical#thesaurus = ['~/.vim/thesaurus/mthesaur.txt',] syntax on " turn syntax highlighting on by default filetype on " detect type of file filetype plugin indent on " load indent file for specific file type colorscheme dracula

set t_RV= " http://bugs.debian.org/608242, http://groups.google.com/group/vim_dev/browse_thread/thread/9770ea844cec3282 let g:ycm_global_ycm_extra_conf = "~/.vim/.ycm_extra_conf.py" set encoding=utf-8 let g:airline_theme='dracula' " let g:airline_theme='violet' let g:airline#extenstions#tabline#enabled = 1 let g:tex_flavor = 'latex' if !exists('g:ycm_semantic_triggers') let g:ycm_semantic_triggers = {} endif au VimEnter * let g:ycm_semantic_triggers.tex=g:vimtex#re#youcompleteme

nnoremap ^[ ^[ let g:UltiSnipsExpandTrigger = '' " use Tab to expand snippets let g:UltiSnipsJumpForwardTrigger = '' " use Tab to move forward through tabstops let g:UltiSnipsJumpBackwardTrigger = '' " use Shift-Tab to move backward through tabstops let g:UltiSnipsSnippetDirectories=[$HOME.'/.vim/UltiSnips'] " using Vim augroup pencil autocmd! autocmd FileType markdown,mkd call pencil#init() \ | call litecorrect#init() \ | call lexical#init() autocmd FileType tex call pencil#init() \ | call litecorrect#init() \ | call lexical#init() autocmd FileType text call pencil#init() \ | call litecorrect#init() \ | call lexical#init() augroup END au FileType markdown,text,tex DittoOn " Turn on Ditto's autocmds nmap di ToggleDitto " Turn Ditto on and off nmap =d DittoNext " Jump to the next word nmap -d DittoPrev " Jump to the previous word nmap +d DittoGood " Ignore the word under the cursor nmap _d DittoBad " Stop ignoring the word under the cursor nmap ]d DittoMore " Show the next matches nmap [d DittoLess " Show the previous matches

let g:pencil#wrapModeDefault = 'soft' " default is 'hard' setlocal fo+=aw nnoremap x ZZ