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[woolydemon]

my uncoordinated ass playing video games: wow my hand eye coordination is so bad for playing video games

[monmuses]

angelicgentleman asked: 1, 2, and 3 from "canon questionare." for the multiple Leviathan class lifeforms on the blog! ; canon questionare. 1. What made you pick up this character? 2. How did you get into this franchise/fandom? 3. What’s the best thing about the show/series/books/comics/etc.?

it originally started with T'iamat, but ended up growing to four more muses to add! something about her being a sentient sort of "anti-boss" character you meet in the game was just icing on the cake. and how she speaks to you, plus reading her whole story? you feel sympathy for what she had gone through. her entire story was essentially over a thousand years of being a self-made puppy mill. then over time, once i finished the game and kept playing on my own, i picked up more ideas on what these creatures could be. like, what if they were also sentient? and could speak telepathically? or had different worlds you could really put yourself into when swimming with them? just stuff like that is... huge to me. the possibilities of what else could be discovered in the world of Subnautica.

the game was bought for me YEARS ago when it was in early access. roughly around 2015-2016? and i knew of the game, but didnt have the proper specs to actually run it, unfortunately. but i learned more of the lore w/ @f--hawk some months ago and finally pushed myself to actually play it a couple of months ago. it was absolutely worth playing on my own and i even recorded some funny clips (some of which were made into a simple video i crafted together in an hour :P). never regretted getting into it. its SO much fun - it was like rediscovering minecraft!

the atmosphere and music. my god, i was... in absolute awe. every part of the world was so goddamn pretty. it was easily like rewatching Finding Nemo (it used to be my favorite movie as a toddler for a long time) and just looking out into the ocean. the horrors of it are just as beautiful as its outside view. the music itself was so relaxing and so beautiful to hear; easily one of the most PERFECT soundtracks to sleep to. i loved everything about it! but the scenery sold it for me.

[mysticetus]

im not gonna say people should focus on the symbolism and more abstract aspects of petscop rather than the plot or characters because its not entirely fair to place one on a pedestal, since they all work cohesively to get the message of petscop across and its not like ones more important than the other, they cant function without each other, as with any story the characters and events are tools used to drive the meaning forward

but i do wish people stopped losing the forest for the trees. i think the beauty of petscop really comes into view when you can see this cohesion in action. i say this because time and time again i notice themes or patterns that the guys over on reddit amazingly havent caught on to, despite their near frame by frame analysis of the series. and i think its Due to their frame by frame analysis of the series. its understandable because investigation calls for attention to detail but if you pay attention to the series in a broader sense you can notice what petscop does want to call attention to, and what it doesnt.

i do firmly believe almost everything in petscop exists for a reason, because of the nature of rainer. he derives meaning from the seemingly meaningless, often to his detriment. the nature of creating a game is you have to make a decision for nearly everything, and when anomalies occur - the stuff you didnt decide to put in - you need to decide how to address them. rainer addresses his anomalies very delicately, and often integrates them into the work. in this way, even the errors become part of the art. but when you start incorporating elements from a source that isnt your explicit artistic will, you begin introducing an alien will into your work. computers arent human, they dont think in human ways, the things they create dont follow human logic. because petscop often embraces its errors rather than work against them, its something more than human creation.

and im not just talking about the fictional creation of the game, tony has talked about how he literally incorporated bugs into the work itself, because such things provided artistic inspiration. this in itself, i believe, is why petscop is so distinctly bizarre and at times unsettling … not even because of the subject matter, but just as the game exists on its own.

but i didnt wanna make this post about any of this stuff, i wanted to talk about recordings, because at 1 am i was thinking about recordings. A recording is a frozen, immortal copy of a dynamic object. It’s a snapshot. The object itself will change and evolve over time, but its recording will always exist just as it is. Videos are recordings. Photos are recordings. Generations are recordings. Petscop is a growing organism. In an act of preservation, you can record it as many times as you like, record the button inputs, record the generation, record the audio and video and post it on youtube, but the game itself will always continue changing. You can’t freeze the game because it’s alive. The recordings, meanwhile, are dead. Or, rather, they’re too alive to be real. You can destroy or lose access to their source but you will always have the recording. You can edit a recording, you can chop it up and censor it and arrange it so it’s out of order, but you can’t do any of that to the dynamic, living object.

Rainer explicitly created anachronisms in his game. Take christmas day, for example. Logically, rainer’s suicide has to have been planned. He has to have created the segment of the game before recording it and then giving that gift to the family to watch. Rainer makes the segment > the family watches it > the segment tells them to check their bathroom > rainer is dead. Rainer had to predict what would occur in the house so the recording’s superficially anachronistic nature is effective. He put in generic dialogue for his aunt Anna, planned what he would say like a script, and if executed correctly, the family would have this horrific dawning realization as they witness the recording - something dead - repeat back to them what just happened in real life.

It’s unsettling because the recording isn’t supposed to be alive. Whatever happens in that recording is supposed to be absolute fact, because it’s a copy of the dynamic object. If the recording omits certain details it can change the viewer’s perception of reality. But rainer tells us explicitly: “Everything’s a trick!” If a girl’s behind a camera when a picture is taken she basically doesn’t exist at all.

I dunno.

[oriigirii]

💞 MC is a Genshin Simp 💞

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{ AN: Omg! This is my first ask so thank you anon (๑ↀᆺↀ๑)/!! This is such a vibe too haha, I hope you like it! } Warnings: None [Maybe Refs and Chars you wont get if you dont play Genshin Impact] * Probably a bit OOC too *

Reader: Gender-Neutral [Default]

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< Genshin Impact was a game that took the human realm by storm, with its open-world gameplay, its competitive PvE and aesthatic settings, it was truly something that captured you the moment the beta was announced. Although, as with any Gacha games, you weren’t only attracted to the world and its setting.

No no.

The characters were truly the main eye candy of the game. You’d been worried that when you had been sucked into Devildom, you wouldn’t be able to access the game due to, yknow, realm differences, but luckily that wasn’t the case thanks to Levi, and hence why the moment it dropped, you had been spending your life savings simping for characters on every banner.

Yknow theres handsome bois in devildom too... Theyre just kinda waiting for you to put your game down for a moment and kinda notice em ～((Φ◇Φ)‡ >

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ฅ⁽͑ ˚̀ ˙̭ ˚́ ⁾̉ฅ Lucifer

He usually doesn’t mind you playing games

Although, He would’ve preferred if you didn’t cause you kinda need to focus on your studies yknow?

But hey he’s not stopping you

Usually you would stay with him as he works, but he can’t seem to focus with you constantly begging beside him

Small little ‘please’ would be heard every now and then, and a sudden look of disappointment would show on your face.

He tried to ignore it, even giving little cues for you to quiet down, like clearing his throat

You didnt seem to pick up the hint though

He was just about to ask you what you were doing in the first place that has you praying beside him (which is hella rude) but your scream of happiness has him a little more irked and kinda taken back

“LUCIFER! I GOT HIM! LOOK LOOK I GOT HIM!”

You show him the screen showing your pull results

The character held a giant claymore with bright red hair

Before he can get another word in, you snatch your phone back and just sigh as if youd just had a heavenly (ironic) experience and mumble

“I seriously love him, Im so happy...”

Bro same though, Diluc pls come home

You were truly one of a kind, because youve just managed to break the Avatar of Pride’s... well.... Pride.

Did he just get cucked by a man in a video game?

Truly outrageous.

He seems to scoff and holds back a bit of an eye roll as he tries to focus back on his work

But boy oh boy, his salt is high

“If you are going to be causing a ruckus MC, May i suggest you doing it with Levi instead, I have no time for such games. I dont see why youre so caught up in such a character anyways, he looks quite basic.”

His words were sharp, and that was enough to shake you out of your fangirl/boy mode.

You were literally ready to fight the first born, a literal fucking fallen angel, for dissing Diluc like that

like

how dare

But then you notice how he seems to avoid your gaze and a small little red tint was on the tip of his ears.

Lucifer wouldve wanted to see you that happy with him, but no, a game character steals that spotlight.

Angey.

Instead of being intimidated by the sudden coldness, you giggle and finally close your phone and set it aside

You can continue celebrating and bragging about it later, for now, you wrap your arms around his arm and give him a small smooch on the cheek, which definitely makes him blush a tad bit

“Awww Luci dont be like that, Yknow I love you more”

Potential apocalypse has been diverted

But Lucifer does smile the smallest of smiles as he sighs, finding it silly to really get jealous over such a small thing and says

“I love you too, my dear... but you do have to make up for distracting me from my work...”

Well you kinda deserve it, so it wasnt long before both his work and your phone had been ditched

( After a while you do kinda see him quite similar to Diluc and it just makes you smile everytime you think about it, seems you have a thing for the strict cold men huh?)

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Σ(‘◉⌓◉’) Mammon

Why you simping for a fictional character when you already have him?!

He’s your first man!

Your homie!

“Yeah well hes my first 5* so can you blame me?”

S A D N E S S

But for real, this man is just so clingy

He has heard from Levi that you were playing a new game from the human world, and of course, he had wanted to see what it was about by watching you play.

But since it was quite grind-heavy gacha game, he grew a bit bored and asked you to come with him to hang out somewhere else, or even go to the casino and gamble his money away cause he just got goldie back

But no matter what he suggests, you were just so focused on your grinding.

He’d prefer a different kinda grinding right about now with how lonely he is, ya feel me?

But no, you still werent interested.

“Oi! Cmon MC, whats even so important about this?”

“I already told you Mammon, Im grinding for primogems from the event! Theyre gonna be gone soon and I just HAVE to get them! Ugh I swear to Diavolo, if I dont, Imma cry! I didnt get him on their first banner too... ugh!”

Wait no--

Cmon he doesnt want you to cry!

Mammon kinda stays silent for a bit as he watches you struggle to fight the monsters with your low level team, frustration growing on your face.

But as you finish, Mammon seems to snatch your phone

“Hey! whats the big deal Mammon?!”

“Shut up and show me where the store is geez”

Mammon’s demands kinda surprises you and you raise an eyebrow at him, but you do show where it was, and sit back for a while as Mammon just fiddles around with it. You werent sure what he was doing honestly, was he interested? Did you say anything that made him act this way? All you talked about the game was the gacha system so--

oh…

OH

“Mammon! Wait you dont have to---”

“There! I got you as much primo things, or whatever theyre called”

He already has tossed you your phone back and he crossed his arms, looking away as the red blush covers most of his cheeks.

You look at your phone and you honestly felt your heart speed up and stop at the same time at the amount of primos on your account, it was enough for a full 180 pull! If you dont get the limited character on the first 50-50, you have another shot!

You felt your own heart speed up and your face burn so hard, but you do mumble him a quick “But... But why though?”

“Cuz! If you start cryin’ Lucifer’s gonna beat my ass! Dont think I did it for you, you human! I just dont want him taking away Goldie again!”

“But I thought this was your gambling money, isnt it?”

“w-well!... I mean... Hmph.. Gachas kinda like gambling right?, I know Lucifers gonna hang me if he catches me in the casino again anyways, so I thought I might as well just do this... with you...or whatever...” Hes dying, help

But so are you!

Hes too fucking cute and you just glomp him and just hug him as tight as you can!!

Flusterred boi 100

But you do spend you afternoon on his lap, both of you rolling the full 180 in excitement, whether you get that boi/gal you simped for on the banner or not, you still were happy to spend some time with Mammon

He doesnt mind losing a bit of cash for you

but you do promise to pay him back (maybe with a few kissy)

But to be honest, Gacha probably will help him with his gambling addiction...

kinda...

He doesnt go to casinos anymore but he does whale with you now

Lucifer has such a mix feeling with these results.

But he still confiscates Goldie and your card on the end, yall need to chill.

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ヽ(。_°)ノ Leviathan

He probably wasn’t even interested on the game at first

He already has enough games to play, and it just looks like another rip off of some other game he saw not too long ago with that elf looking guy

But when you came to him asking for his help to get the game, you bet your ass that he felt a switch click

Suddenly it was incredibly interesting!

You do share your interests to him almost immediately

By interests, of course i mean the peeps you simp for

The sexy ara ara in the library of mondstat, the pirate looking ass of the guards, the pirate looking ass’s brother thats a wine owner and still highkey reminds you of Lucifer, the demon slayer--- You were actually unsure if you should talk about Xiao but hey hes cool

You explain it all!

From their lore to their voice lines and whatever

But honestly what do you expect from the Avatar of Envy?

Of course hes gonna be a bit jealous! He cant compare to any of these characters! Hes not as witty as that eye patch man, hes not as sophisticated as that red head, hes not as flirty as that ara ara either!

As you go on, you notice that Levi was kinda... half listening....

It made you pout, but then, it made you worried

Uh-oh you know that look

its that, ‘im overthinking’ look

So to snap him out of it, you kinda grab his face as gently as you can

“Need Grimm for your thoughts?”

He flushes and he immediately looks away, but you usher him to look at you as you coo and ask him whats wrong

It takes a bit till he kinda explains to you how hes feeling

In your relationship, you both were practicing being more open with each other, hence why you were proud of Levi for saying it

but you did feel kinda sad and frowned as he finishes explaining

“You... feel jealous?”

“Ugh d-dont say it out loud normie....”

He covers his face with his arm and you just cant help but shake your head with a fond smile, but you do need to address this and comfort him.

“Levi... when you fanboy about Ruri chan, did you ever think she was better than me?”

Your question made him frown and look at you in absolute worry

Did you actually think that you were below Ruri chan?

Of course hes an absolute simp for Ruri but.. cmon

Now that he thinks about it, he does talk about her a lot doesnt he? oh no...

“MC O-Of course not! I love Ruri chan yes, but you... I... I Love... you more...” Levi exe do be dying

But you smile at his response and gently kisses his cheek

“I think thats sweet Levi... But thats how I am too... Youre still better than any of these characters, youre real and they arent, youre mine and I am yours~ Youre my personal 5 star!” You wink at him and Levi just dips

his heart couldnt handle the cuteness and he died, ladies and gentlemen

but for real he did pass out

Must be from all the blood on his head from the blush

But ah, he does get it, and after being showered with love from you, He kinda slowly got over his jealousy

its not immediate but with simple reassurances, you can manage to reel him in and have fun with you

He does end up enjoying the game cause he gets to spend time with you, and he gets to show off when events happen 

He also goes out of his way to memorize locations for materials for you, and when youre sick or busy, he pilots your account

true gamer

But ironically enough hed probably start simping for a character too and of course, you both start bonding over that, which just makes Levi absolutely happy

I wonder if hed simp for Barbara, she is an idol afterall like Ruri chan

Probably lowkey for now

Afterall she looks like a minor so-----

( I dunno i searched shes 16-18 lol )

But regardless, I can imagine you both just cosplaying each others fav characters too

Its a wack looking ship cosplay but yall just simp for each other cause of it, its pretty fun but the rest of the brothers just finds it hella weird

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I only have energy for these 3 as always, Im sorry! But i promise Ill do the rest!! I hope you guys do enjoy, and Id love some feedback on the characters personalities cause I know they can be a bit Ooc, But feel free to send me an ask! Im pretty open lol 〜(￣△￣〜)

[getitinbusan]

Studio Sessions 2

It's Min Yoongi's birthday and you're ready to give him whatever he wants. When he makes a sarcastic wish while blowing out the candles he didn't think you'd take it seriously. But he's glad you did.

When word spreads about these special "Studio Sessions" everyone wants to collaborate. A chaptered 0T7 smut. 

these can stand alone but trust me you want to read them all.

Taehyung

The Jimin Collaboration

It was no surprise when Jimin walked into the studio, sometimes he was such a transparent little slut.

He made no secret to you that he was bisexual, however, none of the other members knew. One night in a deep soju imbibed conversation, he had confessed the crush he was harbouring on your boyfriend. In his own words, that made him "the obvious choice" for a three some.

 You were closer to Jimin than any of the other men. Your best friend, closest confidant, and keeper of your secrets, he knew everything about your relationship with Yoongi, probably more than he should. 

"I get a present?" He said, raising his eyebrows.

"Isn't that why you're here? I'll bet you ran into Taehyung in the hallway." Yoongi leaned in to kiss your exposed neck, teasing him.

"Baby, should I let Jimin play with you?" His hand ran down your chest and he rolled your nipple under the pad of his thumb. 

You curled into him tonguing his ear and whispered, "it's not me Jimin wants to play with."

Yoongi's eyes sought to make contact with Jimins but instead found his gaze fixed on the floor, "Is that true?"

Jimin's face was flushed, he usually didn't get flustered by his hyung. 

"Jimin's just curious Yoongi, and... you're safe and comforting," you spoke up for him. Yoongi furrowed his brow at you, "and of course you're sexy."

Standing up from Yoongi's lap you made your way to Jimin. Standing behind him you lifted his t-shirt over his head and wrapped your arms around his waist. Resting your chin on his shoulder you both starred, grinning at the man in the chair waiting for an answer.

His eyes looked hungry and his hand moved over his growing bulge. "I'm going to take that as a yes."

Getting down on your knees you undid Jimin's zipper and pulled his pants down his thighs. Giving a glance up to ask approval he ran his hand across your cheek and smiled.

Kissing his belly button, down his abs his perky dick stood waiting. It was perfectly Jimin, average in size but firm and so pretty. His hair was closely trimmed and his balls were tight and smooth, begging to be sucked.

Grasping him and stroking his length your mouth wrapped around his scrotum as you made your tongue dance around them. "Fuck Y/N, you feel better than I ever imagined," he sighed his praise. 

You turned to see your boyfriend, his eyes were wild as you crawled in his direction. 

Kneeling before him you placed your hands on his thighs and looked him in the eye, "Do you trust me Yoongi?"

He seemed apprehensive, not with trusting you, he just wasn't sure about what you were asking him to do. 

He nodded in agreement anyway, "I guess we can try it." You looked over at Jimin and smiled, reaching your hand out beckoning for him to come closer.

"Get up so I can take your pants off baby," you instructed your boyfriend. 

The three of you stood together, anxious deep breaths filling the air. Hooking your hand into the waist of Yoongi's jeans you popped the button and pulled down the zipper. Jimin stepped in to kiss you as Yoongi pushed his pants down to the floor. 

You let your hand wander to Yoongi's cock, he may have been unsure, but he certainly wasn't unexcited. Breaking the kiss with Jimin you got on your knees and took Yoongi's cock in your mouth.

The two men stood hesitant until Jimin moved first, placing his hands on Yoongi's face, he tenderly kissed his lips. Yoongi squinted his eyes shut and you were sure he was going to retreat, but he didn't, it was a go. 

You didn't want to give Yoongi any time to rethink, "Jimin, why don't you come down here and have a taste?" Pressing his plush lips onto the skin of Yoongi's neck, he let them hover down his chest to latch onto his excited nipple.

The sensual sigh that left your boyfriend was beautiful, you wanted to hear more. 

Jimin's tongue met yours as it flicked over the head of Yoongi's blushing pink cock. Taking turns you sucked and licked and pumped his shaft until his legs were shaking.

"Why don't you go lay on the couch baby," you encouraged him. Yoongi stretched  across the leather sofa, "come sit on my face Jagi."

While you ground yourself onto his tongue Jimin straddled his hips. Spitting on his hand he pressed his cock against Yoongi's and gripped them both tightly. He began frotting them together, masturbating them both simultaneously.

Your cunt felt neglected, Yoongi was lost in his own pleasure and you were an afterthought. Feeling pangs of jealousy it didn't take much effort to realize you were the third wheel here.

Getting off him you instead sat by his head fingers running through his hair, "does my baby feel good, is Jimin taking care of you?" Words always turned him on, his eyes shut extra tight like he was trying to hold back on his orgasm.

"You look so beautiful, can you cum on Jimin's Cock for me?" He moaned loudly and exploded all over himself, "Jimin why don't you trade me spots so I can clean him up." 

Watching their interaction, Yoongi immediately lapped at Jimin's ass. As you licked the cum off your boyfriend's stomach, you were a little surprised at how eagerly he took to it. "Knees up!"

Cupping his balls you lifted them to gain access to his hole. "Are you going to let Jimin fuck you?" A barely inaudible ummm came from him as he worked Jimin's balls. 

You licked him getting him wet and ready, sticking your tongue in his tight opening. "I can't believe I'm letting you have this Jimin, you're going to have to be gentle, he's never had his asshole stretched out before.

"Oh"…..Jimin stopped mid sentence.

The air went silent, Yoongi sat up solemnly to face you. "Babe," he moved closer, "there's something I didn't tell you."

You and Yoongi had always been very open and honest so it was a little concerning that this was coming up now. "When we were still trainee's.... Hoseok and I…."

You cut him off, "so you lied to me, and you knew?" They both nodded timidly, "Well that's a game changer."

Jimin looked at you, waiting for direction, he knew you were upset. Standing up, you moved away from Yoongi and closer to Jimin, "Don't worry baby, you can still have your fun. I want you to fuck him so hard he won't be able to sit in his stupid work chair for the rest of the day."

Walking away, you took up residence at Yoongi's desk. "Jagi... come back," he pleaded with you.

"No Yoongi, now it's my turn, I want to watch you get fucked. Don't be rude to Jimin he's waiting."

Getting back on his hands and knees he presented himself to Jimin.

Putting his face in close, Jimin gathered his salvia and forcefully spit it on Yoongi's waiting ass. Pumping his shaft he pushed it into him and both men moaned at the pleasure.

You sat and watched as Yoongi once again forgot your presence. He rubbed his cock furiously as Jimin pummeled him from behind. You could see red marks developing from where Jimin dug his nails into his snowy flesh. 

He gripped harder as he got closer to his climax, "I'm going to cum hyung...are you going to cum for me again?" And they both did, Yoongi's cum all over the couch, Jimin's cum dripping down Yoongi's thigh.

Gathering his things Jimin knew he should leave and let you two talk.  He kissed your cheek on the way out, "I'm sorry, I thought you knew."

"Are we going to talk about this?" 

You shook your head, "Nope"

"Sweetheart I'm sorry…"

"You've got work to do Yoongi, and so do I." He reached for your hand, and you let him.

"I really don't think it's fair that you got to fuck Jung Hoseok and I didnt."

He smiled, realizing happily that you were still playing his game, god he loved you. "So that's my punishment? 

You shrugged,"I think we need to even the playing field…"

"There's no way! You'll never get Hope to break my trust or Joon for that matter. In fact I'll make you a bet, If you can get them to fuck you, I'll let you have Jungkook."

Smiling from ear to ear you picked up your phone, "Hey Hobi, I'm working on a birthday surprise for Yoongi. Do you think you and Joon could meet me in the practice room in 20 mins? I need your help with a video so make sure the cameras are set up."

You hung up the phone and started to get dressed.

As you were leaving the genius lab you looked over your shoulder at Yoongi, "You'd better warn the Maknae he's on deck" 

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J-Hope & Joon

Jin

Jungkook

Yoongi

[riverleyk]

Reflections on Nightcore and AMV's:

So my childhood, I listened to a lot of nightcore and I never really understood what genre to classify it as but brrruuuuuuuuhhhhh it's just a mix happy hardcore, core, euro dance and trance. It's from the early 2002s. I don't know how it was distributed back then since YouTube didn't exist back then. It's a genre that has really flourished because of the internet. it's each association with anime, cartoons and gaming has made it really only accessible to young people. It's fast nature and high pitched vocals makes it annoying to most adults over the age of 30 too.

I'm so happy that the legacy of nightcore/happyhardcore is continuing in hyperpop. I personally associate Night core with YouTube, so this music flourishing on tiktok, an app used again by the youths of this generation is just perfect. The Songs are also getting shorter. Where as nightcore was still 2 to 3 minutes long, the 1 to 1:30 minutes of hyper pop emphasis the speed and fleeting/repeatitive nature of the music.

90's Happy hardcore > 00's nightcore > 20's Hyperpop. Did Nightcore die in the 2010's? ...Maybe non since I was listening to it at that time.... but it did die as I got older. I listened to it mostly in-between the ages of 7 and 13. 2007 and 2013. By that time, the videos were a little old too.

I hope that as the years go by, the name solidfies. like theres many many types of genres of rock, but we all call it rock. I think that this music just be a subsection of electronic music tho... Electronic is just the futuristic version of rock music.

Why does vocaloid sound so much like nightcore? or maybe the other way around... Nightcore is basically changing a song so that it sounds like a cute anime girl is singing it.

Fast songs make me wanna dance :)

Edits is what the kids today call AMVs. The AMVs made by the youths today are more trippy, colorful and less about the lyrics. The characters aren't made to try and look like they're talking/singing. The visuals dont align with what's being said on screen. Instead, edits are made like a fan cam of that character. images and clips are switched out together, based on rhythm. Only using clips from the song, not the full thing. Made to be easily shared on insta or tiktok. Easily looped. examples: A classic AMV from the time period. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kuRUMV2RL_A&t=132s Edit made for instagram: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wUcZU6mmdgM

The reasons why the names for these genres change is because the internet is young and these phenomenons havent let replicated themselves more than twice. This is a new, technologically advanced way for a child to play, by making and watching these kids of media (nightcore and Amv). The adults grew up and stopped making these/didnt tell the younger gen about this. So as these babies grew up. they rediscovered this type of videos and music, and they created their own versions of it, and gave it another name. I firmly believe these genres are linked to internet childhood/growing up with anime and cartoons of the era. I'm sure gen alpha will have its own crazy twist on this genre. I Hope to watch it develop as I age too.

Please credit me if you use this post for a video or something. I'm fairly sure that soon, others will realize I'm right about this and that this might be ahead of it's time... or maybe I'm just crazy? Eh.

[cardboardscustom]

unrequited love

pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x f!reader

warning: angst, cheating, mentions of suggestive acts

synopsis: Kuroo and (Y/n) had been high school sweethearts since the beginning of his third year. They had been known as the couple that had stayed together through thick and thin, and by the time they were 22 had owned an apartment together. Yet, (Y/n) could feel her boyfriend slowly growing distance, losing interest in the spark that (Y/n) hoped to remain.

tag list: @uacrack

a/n: hi everyone- yeah, i’m inconsistent, I didn't really have a plan for this account and I’m sorry, but I have a lot of ideas to write about so I’m hoping to get through them! I don’t really like the ending but- ehhhh- Its another angst, oops- anyways, enjoy!

A camera was focused on thousands of blossoms adorning branches upon the large sakura tree’s, picking up on the blooming flowers embellished in soft pinks and angelic whites. Light seeped through the crevasses between the petals, cascading down to the earth and warming small patches of grass. A petal blew stray from a sakura tree and the camera lifted to a (h/c) woman, who flashed a small peace sign to the lens. Her bright face soon gawked at a comment that was unheard to the camera, both her and the camera whipping to face a raven haired male who lay on his back, arms crossed behind his head to act as a cushion, a cheshire smile on his face.

“Tetsu, that is not a croissant! Its totally a duck!” (Y/n)’s laugh bubbled, camera moving from her boyfriend to zoom in on the cloud that had a small resemblance of a duckling. The camera fumbled a moment before it was placed down a few feet away from the couple, the distance enough to both capture the couple on screen, and have an easy access to hear them. (Y/n) went back to laying on her stomach, delicately weaving her fingers through the blades of grass as she looked at her boyfriend, earthy green strands gently caressing her soft palms. Kuroo chuckled deeply and shook his head, his hand reaching up to point at the cloud that was out of frame. His voice soon rose and could be heard distinctly.

“No way, kitten. That has to be a croissant, you’re just caught up on cute animals.” (Y/n) laughed, gently bumping his hand with hers as she rolled on her side to face him. She brought her hand up again and gently poked Kuroo’s stomach, giggling to herself as she teased, “Maybe you’re seeing a croissant because you’re always so hungry!”

The camera focused on the two as Kuroo grabbed (Y/n)’s wrist and flipped her over, tickling her sides with his calloused fingers.

It soon cut off to the sounds of (Y/n)’s squeals and Kuroo’s mischievous cackles.

You smiled bittersweetly at the camera’s display screen, thumb brushing over the weathered buttons, specifically the one that would allow you to re-watch the adorable video for probably the thousandth time. You had been going through the camera’s hundreds of photos and videos for the past few hours, the sweet feeling of nostalgia coursing through your body when you first picked up the camera, and you couldn't ignore the urge to reminisce of you and your boyfriends earlier memories. If you were to be honest with yourself, you and your boyfriend hadn't been as connected as you had been back then. You hated to admit it, but you felt as if there was a gap between you and your boyfriend, one that grew with each passing day.

Despite that, you clung on to the idea that this was just another one of those things that will come and go in a relationship. You had hoped that you and your boyfriend could dive back into the past with one another, but he had left you alone in your living room, rather wanting to be in your shared bedroom. You shook off the sinking feeling that bubbled in your stomach as soon as you heard the soft padded steps walking in down the hall, butterflies soaring in your stomach at the sight of your boyfriend looking so nice.

He wore a deep blue button up shirt that neatly tucked into the waist of his black plants. A sleek black belt supported them, with the added sleek black shoes. He fumbled with the collar of his button-up for a moment, stopping to grab the dark brown jacket that hung on the wall. He began to slide his arms through the sleeves, your heart rate rising like it did when he first asked you out at the beginning of your third year. You cleared your throat, fingers raking into the plush cushion of your couch as you clumsily fumbled with your words. 

“T-tetsu... you look really nice... um, are we going somewhere...?” You asked, false hope building up until it passes you. He had been cancelling dates for months, up to the point where it was a rare occasion. He had blamed his work schedule and a lack of sleep, or even saying he was just not in the mood, but you held a high ground and supported him endlessly. Your boyfriend jumped at your voice, as if he hadn't even noticed your presence when he first entered the room. He flashed his signature apologetic smile as he tugged on his jacket to flatten it out, talking as he brushed his fingers against the rough fabric of the jacket.

“Sorry baby, not tonight. Kenma called, said he, Bokuto, Tsuki and some other high school pals are all preparing to send Tsuki off for college, wanted to throw one last bro’s night before he leaves us for good, ya know?” Your heart dropped at his words, a lump forming in your throat. You forced all negative feelings down and instead nodded, putting up a cheerful front to hide the bitter feelings that bubbled within.

“Really...? Oh, well, have fun! Please tell them that I miss them and said hi, okay?” You requested, not surprised as you were easily able to mask your disappointment with your fake bubbly attitude. He only hummed in response, a part of you feeling like he hadn't even tried to register your words as he slipped his keys, phone and wallet into his pocket. You stood from your cozy seat on the couch to embrace him in a hug, expecting his strong embrace to enclose you and tighten all those loose feelings, though the hope shattered as gave a mere head-pat. Looking up to him, you smiled warmly. “Text me when you get there, ‘kay? It's late out!” You forced a laugh, him sharing a short laugh in return. He looked so uncomfortable, as if you had done something wrong. Your arms seemed to go slack at that.

“Yeah, maybe...” Kuroo brushed you to the side, not noticing the broken look that crossed your features as he walked away. Hoping to get some kind of positive reaction out of him, your further wrapped yourself in his hoodie and waved to him. “Bye, I love you!” You called, but the only response you got in return was the click of the door that shut behind Kuroo.

Standing alone in the living room felt much more different than it had all of the other times Kuroo had been gone. The apartment that once buzzed with a comfortable atmosphere and security felt cold, unfamiliar. 

You don’t know when you ended up back on the couch, but you were there. You were sunken deep into the tanned soft cushions, head up against the armrest as you stared off at the TV blankly. You had turned it on for a distraction, but the sound was drowned out by the overbearing thoughts that plagued your mind. You only sunk further into the warm embrace of the large blanket you wrapped around yourself, hand snaking out from under the blanket to grab your phone. Turning it on, your eyes landed on the happy faces of you and Kuroo goofily smearing paint on each others faces, you having been in the middle of taking a selfie when he came up from behind you and smeared a large stroke of red on your cheek, to which you dragged a brush of blue across his nose. You smiled bitterly at the memory, unlocking your phone and dialing Kuroo’s number. When he didnt answer you let out a puff of air, opting for the more responsible of the two and searching for Kenma’s contact.While you would feel guilty for calling him so late at night, he was with Kuroo and the rest of the boys, they must have been keeping him awake somehow. 

It only took two rings before the boy answered, his voice as quiet and tired as ever, most likely from the long nights of editing and gaming for his youtube channel.

“Hello...?” Kenma’s voice rang, earning a small chuckle from you. You leaned back into your blankets and turned down the volume of the TV, sitting cross-legged to be more comfortable.

“Hi Kenma, how’s it going?” You thought it was best to stray away from Kuroo for a second, happy to talk to a friend after so long of being inside. You chuckled at the light groan of response he gave, he had been a lot more open with you rather than hiding in his shell.

“Hey (Y/n)... it’s fine, I’m editing the video thats supposed to go up tomorrow... why are you calling so late...? It’s nearly 12.” His voice came, and you hummed in surprise. “I was calling because Kuroo never texted me when he got to your house... its admirable you’re able to edit during a party, but you should get off your computer and spend time with friends! Isn’t Hinata there?” You questioned, absentmindedly tracing circles into the armrest. A disgruntled noise came from the other end, a mixture of confusion and dissatisfaction, most likely at your words of ‘get off your computer’. Nevertheless, his groggy voice traveled through with a response.

“What do you mean? What party?” Now you had been confused, a small ‘wha-’ whispered from you before answering with a nervous chuckle. “Tetsu said you and some friends from high school were taking a night to celebrate Tsuki getting into college... that is what's happening, right...?” Your mouth felt oddly dry as a sinking feeling slowly welled up in your chest, awaiting Kenma’s response that felt as if you were waiting years for the words to fall from his mouth.

“...(Y/n), there wasn't a party tonight... Tsukishima had his party a few weeks ago... wh-” You didnt hear the rest of his words as a drilling sound of ringing pounded in your ears, and your heart rate increased. Immediately you had an idea of what was going on, and all hope that was inside of you shattered into unfixable pieces.

“...n)...(Y/n)...!” Kenma’s voice startled you back to reality, never having heard his voice raised, even if it was just barely. You breathed in and sighed, a few tears rolling down your cheeks. You hadn't known, but Kenma's blood was boiling in spite for his childhood friend, never having expected this side from him. “Sorry, Kenma... I have to go now! I’ll call you later, okay? Please drink some water and take care of yourself!” You laughed, and Kenma cringed because of how broken it was. You sounded so uneasy and it pained him, but he allowed you to leave it at that, knowing you would call him the next day. If not, then he would call you.

Your phone slid from the palm of your hand, landing atop the couch with a quiet thud. There was a loud ringing in your ears, loud enough to deafen the light hum of the television, and loud enough to stop you from hearing how shallow your breaths were becoming. You had fallen out of this shattered state at the sound of keys rattling on the doorknob, finding yourself naturally collecting all signs of unhappiness and hiding them away. You listened as Kuroo whistled to himself, slowly getting closer. When he saw you, still on the couch, wrapped in one of his old sweatshirts and a large blanket, he seemed surprised. He quickly covered it up with his signature smirk and began to take off his jacket. 

“Hey, baby.” He greeted, quickly walking passed you and over to the closet ti hang his jacket back up. You hummed to him in response, taking a moment to think to yourself before sighing. “Tetsu... can we talk?” 

Kuroo seemed to almost be bothered by the question, taking a white coat hanger and sliding it inside of his jacket while sighing heavily. “Can you save it for tomorrow? The party has me beat.” You bit your lip to his dismissive response, choosing to stare down at your bunny slippers instead. You took in a small inhale, and ever so gently did you say

“We should break up.”

Kuroo dropped both his jacket and the coat hanger, the items falling to the floor. The plastic coat hanger sprung from the inside of the jacket and clattered to the ground. His head slowly turned to you, attempting to clear the lump in his throat by clearing it. 

“Wait, baby- why-- why so sudden? What happened? I thought we were doing great, you know-” He stumbled on his words, though you interrupted him before he could continue.

“...Kuroo, we haven't been “great” for a long time and you know it.” Your voice was so quiet you thought he couldn't hear, attempting to hide the pain in your voice as tears welled in your eyes. You hopes he would understand yet he let on, stepping towards you until he was in front of you, his heart aching at the pain in your voice and the way you no longer called him by his first name. His last name seemed to be so bitter on your tongue, it wasn't like when you first met.

“Baby-”

“Don’t- Kuroo, please... please dont call me that. Not when...” You looked up at him, nearly sobbing at the sight of smeared lipstick he failed to take off, and a poorly hidden hickey on his collarbone. His dress shirt was wrinkled and his hair was disheveled, worse than it should be. It was obvious what had happened.

“Don’t call me that when I know you're calling her the same things.” You quickly finished through gritted teeth. His hands that had reached out to you slowly returned to his sides. 

Kuroo couldn't stand to watch you break in front of him, because of him.

“Ah... well, it’s okay...”

“What?” You laughed bitterly, Kuroo bewildered at your words. You should be angered- no, infuriated with what he's done, and you're saying that its okay?

Your hand went up and gently brushed at the smudged lipstick, painfully smiling as you heaved through broken sobs. “I said it’s okay. I bet that she's really, really pretty. Prettier than I could have ever been- and funnier, and nicer and just... she must be perfect, Kuroo. But, you...” You laughed in attempt to hide the sobs that wracked your body, your soft fingers trembling with the rest of your body. Kuroo wanted to say something in protest, but no words came out.

Because you were wrong, and he was wrong, but he didnt know how to admit it.

“...you- you should've said something earlier! We were falling out of love, for so long!-” He nearly broke at how torn you were, at how truthful and painful your words were. He could barely stand to look into your eyes. The delicate hand that previously cupped his face fell to your lap and you sighed, hugging yourself. You felt like your throat was burning.

“I’m sorry for being something you didn’t want, for not making you happy enough.” You clenched your fists so tight that the white of your knuckles was showing. Kuroo wanted nothing more than to tell you of how wrong you were, but...

How could he? How could he tell you you were wrong when he was willingly going to someone different... he-

He doesn't understand himself anymore.

“Thank you, though. For everything. I’m... I’m gonna go pack up, okay? And I’m gonna go... I’ll take my car somewhere else.” You stood up, unable to bear the pain much longer. You could not break down any further, not in front of him. Before you could make it to your room, you heard Kuroo mumble something that called you to a halt. You waited for him to say it again. “Why aren't you.... why aren't you screaming at me? I-I deserve to be screamed at so why aren't you-”

“I love you, Kuroo. I still do. I can't...” You furiously wiped at your face, not wanting to cry for him any longer.

“I can't stop loving you...” You mumbled. You walked off, Kuroo listening to the sound of your footsteps slowly disappear. He stayed glued to his spot on the couch, unable to say or do anything. It was when you had returned- when you were about to leave to go book a hotel or stay at a friends house, did he build up the courage to say something.

“(Y/n) I’m... I’m sorry.” You laughed at this, so bitterly, so broken.

“No you’re not.”

And like that, you were gone.

He should've felt relieved- he could be with this other girl, he could touch her and kiss her without feeling guilty, and he could be hers officially, no strings attached.

So why did it hurt so bad?

He knew why. And as he realized it, tears began to fall down his face.

He lost the love of his life, and it was his fault,

[boujeedolls]

rating the girls of the year (inspired by tiktok)

#18 they gave a white girl medium skin bc she has a “tan” lollll what. i dont know much about lea beyond that and her treehouse but when i opened her wikia page and read “1/8th brazilian” i was like close tab lollllllll just make a brazilian doll it’s ok!!!!!!!!

#17. grace was ok but definitely not my taste of person considering she can cook and romanticizes france and gets on a reality show ikufjfwefhuow remember that. and not the cool revolution france but like the macaroons and eiffel tower pandora bracelet after your holiday there tourist france. ag didnt use the ratatouille theme once in her movie

#16. i didn’t get too hype for blair but i feel like she is definitely gonna grow up to be a wine mom karen so i like her for that. also her hair, meet dress and of course....the overall and rainboot combo. she has a subscription to good housekeeping and she’s 10 i just know it. she has a pinterest board full of mason jars and is gonna name one of her kids mckaleigh

#15. saige was cute and love the southwest aesthetic but even as an artistic person i thought she was soooo annoyinggg in the fact that she acted like art class being taken away for a year was the end of the world. ik i sound like a boomer rn but saige you can just paint at home or in the fancy studio you have access to insert the kardashians kim there are people that are dying soundclip. (btw i think it was perfectly cool that they got funding for their school for arts education that’s fine and all but just her PRIVILEGE)

#14. i was obsessed with chrissa when she came out but like... not her. like the movie?? watched the trailor everyday and had the behind the scenes videos practically memorized. the friend dolls that were prettier than her doll. the outfits and most of all......the most chaotic ag product ever released....starburst. 2009. 

#13. mckenna was cool but she kind of scares me. i shant elaborate.

#12. you know what i haven’t read joss’s books at all but the fact that they brought back a surfing theme and finally have a cheerleader AND she has a canon disability makes her cool in my book.

#11. lindsey bergman was a sweet chicagoan jewish girl who just wanted to make people happy SHE DESERVES ALL THE HYPE 

#10. lanie was so adorable. like i really liked her camper even though it cost like a kidneys amount and i love her environmental theme and how truly passionate she was about it. the bunny on the leash is cute and she was the cutest illustrated girl imo also her sister playing the same thing over and over again until lanie lost it is so funny to me as a cello major 

#9. gabi was so interesting and DIDN’T DESERVE TO BE A RECYCLED DOLL!!!!!!!!! love that she was multifaceted and interested in many forms of expression whereas many times this line can get kind of one dimensional. love that we finally had representation for our speech impediment girls and oh yeah she’s still the only black contemporary character IN THE 19 YEARS SINCE AG DECIDED TO START MAKING 18 INCH CONTEMPORARY GIRLS. AND. THEY. REHASHED. A TRULY MEEEE!!! not her fault tho she’s a fictional character.

#8. isabelle was the only goty doll i owned but that’s not the point i mean i like her and her story and the ballet school thing but like....kinda rehashed marisol (i mean, they kinda had the right bc it was a new generation 9 years later and dance is a common interest) and her design was pretty boring but lovely nonetheless. she’s like the chocolate chip cookie of ag. like really plain but good.

#7. i honestly think kailey gets slept on i think she’s super pretty and an environmental queen and all around lovely 2003 hollister california surfer girl i miss when that was cool

#6 whoever thought of luciana deserves a raise someone really said “space girl with dyed hair” and everyone said mint SHE HAD A SPACE SHUTTLE SIMULATOR THING AND A WHOLE ASTRONAUT SUIT? the galaxy print? A STEM THEMEEEE FOR THE STEM GIRLSSSS

#5. kanani akina is like......the prettiest girl american girl ever thought of. like it’s almost unrealistic how gorgeous her doll and illustrations are. speaking of illustrations THE SEAL ONE??? REMEMBER THAT?? i had her in my hand and almost bought her once again gorgeous collection lives like a euphoric life IMAGINE living in a small kauai town and working at your family’s shave ice stand and coming home to your pet rooster goat and dog

#4. nicki fleming i adore her she is a beautiful and socially aware country girl who has trouble saying no i relate to her a lot and she grows so exponentially in her books, i would dare say even more than most of the other gotys. remember when she made cowboy hats look good.

#3. i genuinely love jess akiko mcconnell soooo fricken much our gorgeous girl getting kids interested in archaeology and halter tops her whole collection was amazing i really would’ve loved if they made more books of her traveling with her parents! 

#2. OUR LATINA QUEEN MARISOL LUNA she really was everything from her illustrations, her MEET OUTFIT her TRUNK her CAT her LITTLE MAZE GAME we love the west side chicago dancing queen she was everything no wonder ag decided to do goty every year after her ugh we stan

#1. and finally we have mia. iconic outfits. unique theme. amazing bedroom collection. humorous lawrence yep books. worked her way in custodial because money was tight, fun online games, once again need i remind you WE MET HER WHEN SHE RAN OVER THE BULLY WITH A ZAMBONI  

[prorevenge]

Destroy my childhood, ruin my chance at college, and laugh when I said I was homeless? Lol cool, I'll ruin your life.

Long story. TL;DR at the end.

BACKSTORY: My mother was a really shitty person. I have 4 other siblings. One older sister, 3 way younger, 3 different dads. Before I was born (im a male btw), my oldest sister was taken away from my mother when she was a few months old because she tried to stab/slice the father of my sister WHILE HE WAS HOLDING HER. She lost custody and the dude left her. Older sister goes to live with her fathers family in a different city. CUE LIL OL ME COMING INTO THIS SEXY WORLD. My dad went to jail 2-3 years after I was born for a while, I rarely saw him. He's an alcoholic if that matters. She was a single mother but she made it work and she worked hard. One of the bigger problems was that she took out all her agression and hatred of my father on me as well as work stress and etc. She dealt with sexual abuse growing up which I'm sure definitely affected her relationships and how she treated me as well. Anyways...

Cue me being abused from the age of 4-5 to about 17. Every day was hell. She was extremely strict and her perspective was warped. She was also pretty big in stature and had alot of strength. Examples of her being shitty: I've gotten beaten up badly once because HER room was dirty. The dishes weren't washed and I got beaten soon as I got home, even if there werent dishes when I left to school. If i walked too loud, id get my ass beat. She broke my nose for looking at her the wrong way on my 10th birthday when she brought me a cake I was allergic too(It had peanuts, she knows im slightly allergic but feigned ignorance..) It was more or less every day or every other day. She used her fists/elbows/extension cords/hangers/chairs/canes/bats/etc. Whatever she could find I was getting beaten with. I couldn't ever escape to my room for long because she would always call me every few minutes to get her things or to yell at me. She never drank or did drugs or anything. Whenever she was upset and I happened to be in front of her she'd kick me down the stairs to make me hurry up. She's put a knife to my neck before and had to be forcibly stopped by her bf of the time. Burned my christmas presents from other people (she didnt get me anything that year) and just other really shitty things. The only thing I will say, she tried really hard to make up for it with video games and electronics and etc. It didn't make a difference to me though, it never helped.

She controlled most aspects of my life. I got by with little petty revenges. Peeing in the lipton iced tea she drank. Rubbing her forks and spoons between ny buttcheeks before i served her dinner. Ignoring her screams for help when she had kidney stones (how tf am i supposed to help anyways??) But by the time i got to highschool I turned to alcohol. I resented her and the negative atmosphere affected who I was as a person. I started to be cold and uncaring. Calculated. She started kicking me out every few months telling me to find somewhere else to live by age 15. She sent me away to a different country for a year and tried to keep my passport but I made it back to the US with the help of the embassy and my step father (she'd already left by that time and found some other dude). I came back senior year with no credits for the prior grade which ended with me getting a GED. I spent most of the time i could with my best friend and started working shitty jobs. I was terrible at saving as i had accumulated loads of shitty habits while growing up so it didnt make much difference. She eventually told me that If i went to college, I would ALWAYS have a place to live until I finished. Cue my first 2 semesters at a 2 year college, I maintained a 3.7ish gpa. My teachers loved me and it was my escape. Towards the end of my 2nd semester during finals, i came home late one night around 10pm and my mother yanks the door open screaming in my face asking when I'll move out. I'm slightly drunk and decide to completely ignore her and walk to my room. If I opened my mouth, that day would be the day I blew up and cursed her out. I've rarely ever raised my voice at her because it never ended well. Now at this point im 19 and I've been doing school full time with no savings. Im also fairly fit and could easily take my mom at this point (Never laid a hand on her or any woman, i hate violence). I get to my room, she rips my door open, and starts yelling. I say nothing and stare at her. She walks away and called the police on me saying she thought id murder her and my younger siblings. I don't know where the fuck she got that idea from as she's the one who's nearly killed me many times.

I packed everything into a duffle bag and left 5 minutes afterwards. I failed all of my finals because I couldnt make it to my school. Things kinda spiraled and the next 2-3 years were me on and off homeless. I survived the best I could in a big city with no college degree and made alot of shitty choices due to my shitty habits. Eventually i found a profitable hobby that gave me meaning and through that i started to work my way up. Got my own apartment, had a full time job, and did my hobby on the side. I hadn't kept up contact with my mother at all but my younger sister who was old enough to have a phone found me on social media so i saw photos and such, she didn't have it anywhere near as bad but she did get beaten occasionally. My mother reached out via email all smiles asking how I've been. Now guys, ive always been envious of the relationship most ppl have with their moms so I gave her a chance and gave her a call. We talked for a few minutes and everything was civil and seemed like things would go okay but then...

She asked me what I've been up to the last few years and I told her honestly, that I was homeless for a while and struggled alot after what she did to me but I worked my way out of it. SHE LITERALLY LAUGHS. She laughed for a few seconds in a very condescending kinda chuckle and then said "I never did a thing to you so you don't know what abuse is! its your own damn fault you were homeless. So how about yo-" but by that point I hung up. I was speechless and fuming. I don't know what abuse is? OKAY BITCH. IVE SPENT TOO FUCKING LONG LETTING YOU DESTROY MY SANITY. NOW IS THE TIME.

There was a few things my mother didn't know. One, I knew for a fact that current well paying job she had was gotten on lies as she never got her college degree and lied about it on her resume. Two, I had access to all of her email accounts and cloud storage accounts since I was the one that set them up when I was younger and she never changes her passwords. Lastly, she DEFINITELY wasn't aware that from 13yrs old and onto the last time she hit me I took photos of ALL my bruises/marks/wounds/bloody noses saving them to my computer and then google drive. ON TOP OF THAT, my little sister had been sending me photos via social media of the bruises she got from my mom.

The first thing I did was compile ALL of those photos/videos into one folder. I then reached out to CPS in my city and explained that my siblings were being abused, how I was abused in the past, and that I had mountains of proof. Since ive called the cops on my mother before AND the thing that happened with my older sister, there was immediately a home visit. They arrived almost a day later with the police and coincidentally my mother was literally in the process of beating my younger sister when they were knocking. Cue an Emergency removal of all my siblings from the house and my mother getting arrested though she was released hours later. (I was getting a day to day play by play because my mothers best friend is a blabber mouth and everything my mother said she told her son who relayed it to me without either of their knowledge.) I sent CPS all the evidence and there's a legit case against my mother now. The next day I emailed and then called up her job to inform them that she had lied about having a very necessary college degree as well current events in her life which sparked a background check. She was fired days later. Say adios to 75k and a blacklist in the only industry you know how to work. I then spitefully deleted every cloud account and email address I ever made for her, which was all of them which im sure will make keeping up with alot bills and etc nearly impossible. I then anonymously reported her to the IRS because of the tax fraud she committed for years by claiming people's children that weren't hers with ALOT of detailed information since I lived with her while she did it.

So now, my mother lost all her kids and her job. Im meeting with a caseworker from CPS next week to talk more about what happens moving forward but I do know they're NOT going back. Idk how she's gonna pay her mortgage now and survive. I'm sure she's gonna get a call from the IRS who'll be looking for a few thousand dollars she owes them. She also has to go back to court in a few months, not exactly sure what she was charged with but ill update when I find out how everything turns out.

Side Note: She isn't aware im the cause of any of this. I plan on keeping tabs on her and waiting until it seems like she's close to death before I tell her it was all me and I peed in her lipton.

TL;DR - My mother abuses me badly for most of my life as well as my younger siblings. I have to drop out of college and support myself after she drove me to homelessness. She proceeds to laugh at me about me being homeless and denys abuse. So I ruined her life by getting my younger siblings removed and her arrested, making her lose her job, reported her to the IRS, and essentially set her up so that the remainder of her life is full of disaster and hardships.

(source) (story by howbout_that_lipton)

[gusenitsaa]

The King is Dead

     Long Live the King 

For my ever growing collection of @icecubelotr44 inspired the darling affair adjacent fan fiction fan fiction and the whump bingo prompt 'don't let them see you cry'. So you know... fluff obviously. Jones brothers mostly CS/ miliam established but not the focus; (hello, on brand)

Liam Jones; founder and captain of JR Solutions and far reaching pain in the ass of criminal organizations far and wide… was dead. So went the rumors. A game; obviously, and one that worried him for the sake of his own skin more than for Liam's.

It was a ploy. It had to be. And a bloody good one at that. He'd been in deep cover thousands of miles from home for weeks. He'd thought it was going well, thought he would be home by…

It wasn't true.

He kept his face a careful mask as another toast was called across the room.

"The king is dead!"

Long live the King

The frivolity was so obviously a trap that he wondered how they even thought it would work. Any wet behind the ears agent would know better than to show his cards now. Playing this kind of game meant someone knew JR Solutions had infiltrated their ranks. Thankfully their intelligence had been correct and they did not know his face or he'd already be dead.

Deep cover is the worst. It's long, it's stressful. It's dangerous.

He rarely did deep cover anymore. It wasn't safe within a thousand miles of headquarters. Too much risk of someone knowing him. Foreign ops were still an option though, thanks primarily to Will Scarlet's careful diligence in keeping every trace of Liam Jones' little brother's face off of the internet. But Liam needed the best for this one and he was still the best.

He hadn't actually seen the latest intelligence yet. An intercepted transmission for one Killian Jones that had set off a wave of celebration and an undercurrent of suspicion through the organization simultaneously. The letter was making its rounds and by careful indifference it had yet to reach him. But the news had spread like wildfire and the higher ups were watching the spread with a barely hidden scrutiny.

A copy of the letter was pressed into his hands finally and he pasted a look of mild interest on his features. He could feel the heat of eyes on him as he scanned. Anything more than a cursory glance would raise suspicions but from the first a sudden panic seized him.

"Forgive me for doing this in a letter Killian. You have a way with words I've never shared and I do not trust myself to do this properly if I have to see the look on your face while I speak. If anyone could talk me out of death itself it would be you, little brother. I hope you know that, whatever happens, I tried to stay. If I've failed, I wanted to give you the one last conversation that I so desperately needed when I thought I'd lost you.

I don't know what will become of me. Perhaps I will beat the odds and I can give you this letter with my own hand when my days are done and your children are long grown. If not, at least I hope it was useful. That my death could provide some small measure of safety for you and Emma and your beautiful-"

The letter went on. Killian could not. The letter vanished from his hand and on to the next gawker who let out a whoop of delight and began a mocking dramatic reading of something that Killian hadn't read yet. His eyes slipped cautiously to his boss' face. He was still being watched.

Could it be true?

His mind raced and he could hear his heartbeat in his ears, drowning out the dramatic reading from the asshole on the table.

How?

Liam wasn't in the field. Liam was behind a damn desk. Liam wasn't supposed to-

Even if he was, he forced himself to consider the possibility logically. Would Scarlet really release this, risk exposing him like this. To risk his very life to beckon him home? Why? His stomach twisted painfully. Yes. If his family was in danger. What else could force Liam to yield his life but a threat to his family. If it wasn't Killian it had to be- And Killian hadn't been there to protect them, to protect him, because he'd needed a few more days. To what? Suddenly the whole operation felt hollow. Liam was gone.

Killian took a shallow breath, the panic making him feel like he might be sick. He was going to get himself killed if he couldn't control himself.

He wanted to run.

He wanted to abandon everything. The progress he'd made, the intel he'd gathered, the chance of eliminating position number 3 on their top ten most wanted list. What the hell did it matter now-

He swallowed hard turning his face away from the higher ups watching him with the facade of attention to the mocker still on top of the table.

He still couldn't hear the words.

There are many things Liam Jones is not proud of.

The encrypted file on his computer, chief among them. A full color recording of the time he'd failed Killian so spectacularly as his commanding officer and as his brother. The video had been livestreamed straight into ops and watching his little brother's apparent murder had broken something inside him so thoroughly that it never quite healed, even after Killian stumbled into his office weeks later beaten and exhausted but alive.

Since that day Killian had deleted the file dozens of times, and destroyed several copies on flashdrives. He'd caught Liam watching it at 3am more nights than either of them wanted to think about, after too many drinks from a home bar that used to be for show. He'd never find them all. Liam needed that video. Needed that reminder of how much was at stake. Needed the reminder of how much Killian could survive.

It was a lie. He didnt need the reminder. he knew every moment, could see it behind closed eyelids on the bad nights. He remembered the horror and the grief and the guilt. Most of all he remembered the shock.

They lived with the possibility. In their line of work it was impossible not to know the statistics. But Killian was different. Killian was a survivor. Killian always came home. Liam always brought him home.

Emma trusted that.

Most days she didn't even ask when Killian was coming home. She just watched him too carefully at dinner, atuned to his moods. If he wasn't worried, she wasn't worried.

But he was always worried. He'd just learned to hide it better since Alice had come along.

He'd had his share of close calls himself, even if they were fewer since he'd given up field work years ago. But it nagged at him. The desperate need to talk to Killian just one more time, after...there was one more file on his computer that Liam considered a necessary evil. Letters to his family. "In the event of my death-" ran the first, a practical sort of letter addressed to Will Scarlet. Scarlet was the only one, as it happened, who had already seen his letter, as he'd set up the simple executable file that would handle distribution of the contents of that digital folder."

They sat, forgotten in a corner of his hard drive, largely ignored since the raw weeks following Killian's return. Until the data breech.

The breech that Scarlet had deemed a non-essential compromise. personal files only, motive of digital attack pending investigation.

It took hours for Scarlet to even determine if any files had been accessed and once he'd discovered it he'd deemed the breech one of non-critical scope. After all, the scope of the breech was so targeted, so tiny. So innane. One single personal folder on Liam's hard drive, of no intelligence value whatsoever.

Unless of course its being used to ferret out someone in deep cover.

Which is how he ended up here. In his office, waiting for a call. he had no way of reaching Killian right now, he was in too deep, but surely Killian would call for early extraction?

The minutes blurred together into hours.

It isn't true.

The hours to days

It isn't true.

It isn't true.

It became his mantra. The only way he could get through the next moment was a pointed and conscious complete refusal to accept the contents of the letter. Because if it was true he had to get out. And if he tried to get out right now he would never make it. He knew it. The entire organization was on high alert, waiting for someone to bolt.

It isn't true.

Despite the way the wording felt so much like Liam it tugged at his heart. Who the hell would know Liam well enough to forge that-

No.

It isn't true.

Do your job. Complete your assignment. Get to the extraction point. Just a few more days.

Killian didn't call for early extraction.

Milah texted him at 4 am when he didn't come home, telling him that he owed her big time for making her be the one to tell Emma. He'd forgotten. He was busy. Wearing a groove in the carpet of his office, plotting out every possible trajectory. Very few of them with much possibility of a happy ending.

Why didn't Killian call for an early extraction?

There was a pounding on his door which made him jump, some part of him entirely certain that it was Killian in his doorway, just as he'd been once before when- he looked up.

Emma.

He swiped his card to release the security door, wondering in passing how she'd gotten past the one on the ground floor. For her own safety more than anything else she didn't have access-

His train of thought was cut off by the door flying open.

"Where is he?"

"I don't know."

"Is it true? He's compromised?"

"Possibly."

"Possibly?" Emma's complexion turned a shade or two redder. "Liam tell me what the hell is going on or I swear to-"

"I don't know." Liam spat back suddenly and Emma stepped back as though he'd struck her. "I don't..." Liam repeated quieter, "I don't know, Emma."

"What happened?"

"Someone got into the server, accessed my personal files. Took only one. The breach was so small Scarlet didn't even think they got anything until."

"What did they get?"

"I wrote him a letter. My goodbyes, should anything... happen to me unexpectedly. It was encrypted but-"

"He thinks you're dead."

Liam swallowed hard. "It's worse than that."

Emma sank down onto the couch her head in one hand. "How. How could it be worse than that?"

"They're looking for him. There's no other reason for such a targeted breach."

"So get him out!" Emma cried. "Bring him home. That's what you do."

"Don't you think if I could have I-" he swallowed hard. "Scheduled extraction is in five days. Unless he contacts us I can't reach him."

4 days 14 hours and 37 minutes.

Not that he was counting.

It had been 4 days 14 hours and ...38 minutes since someone had pressed a letter into his hand and his world had crumbled around him. He'd existed in a haze from that moment, locking every emotion in a trunk somewhere in the back of his mind. Relying on automation and training to get him through. Only daring to question himself in the dead of night when the dark hid his face from the gaze of the criminals around him and he could risk a moment of weakness to wonder.

Should he have run?

It haunted his every moment. The needling doubt underneath every repeated It's not true that was the only thing keeping him sane. No further transmissions. No attempt to contact him, that he could tell. Not that his bosses would be likely to let such a transmission through. They were still waiting for someone to crack.

4 days 14 hours and 39 minutes.

Extraction was mere hours away and he didn't know how the hell he was going to get out now. Now when the entire organization was on high alert, waiting for someone to do exactly what he was going to do in the next few hours. Focus on the logistics. It's what Liam would-

It's not true.

Most of what he'd gathered was encrypted on several usb drives, stashed in several predetermined locations. A cautionary measure against extraction going sideways. He'd renamed each drive isittrue. In case they retrieved the drive before he could get out. A plea that Scarlett find some way to get a message to him. No message came.

He wasn't truly expecting one. but still it needled at the back of his mind. Was there no message because it had been intercepted. Because they had yet to retrieve the intel. Because it was true and they didn't want him distracted. Hell if Liam was gone would anyone even be there to ex-

It's not true.

Focus damnit.

"You're a cold bastard." the voice of one of his sub-lieutenants rang out and it was all Killian could do not to jump or curse, or both. He glanced back to see the glint of a weapon trained on him from a shadowed alcove. He had a tail. Damn it he was better than this.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Killian growled, forcing steel and a yet unfamiliar accent into his tone.

"My job. Same as you."

"Look, man-"

"Save it. We both know who you are. Goodbye Killian Jones." Killian dropped like a stone the instant before the sound of two weapon shots near deafened him. Heat then ice tore through his shoulder and his tail collapsed unmoving, Killian's bullet in his heart. More would come.

"Bloody buggering he-" Killian grumbled, finally dropping the accent he'd been using for the last seven weeks as his hand raised to his shoulder coming away red. He pulled the flannel overshirt he was wearing off one shoulder, and with a muffled groan lifted his arm slightly to wrap his left shoulder as best he could.

Get to exfil. Get to Liam- Please. He finally let himself beg. Please don't be true.

He ran.

Four blocks from exfil.

He shouldn't have been able to run. The blood draining out of him at every step left him pale and winded and the corners of his vision were already a bit blurry. But knowing that the third most wanted man on their wall of infamy was no more than three minutes behind you does wonders for inspiring physical endurance. If he passed out he died. That was all there was to it. If he got to the extraction point he might have a chance in hell. If he passed out it was over. They'd put a bullet in his head before he even woke and a man doesn't get so lucky as to survive that twice.

Three blocks.

He could hear the reving of car engines down the street. His boss' sub lieutenants searching for him most likely. He'd managed to stem the flow of blood enough to not leave a bloody trail from the man he'd killed but not for long. He'd bought himself minutes probably. Someone would come across the trail of red and then it was over.

Two blocks.

If you pass out you're dead. If you pass out you're dead. If you pass out-

"Who has eyes on Hook?" Liam demanded over the radio.

"Negative, grid 1"

"Negative, grid 2"

"Negative, grid 3"

On and on. Negative negative negative. Killian was late. Killian was seven minutes late for exfil and Liam wanted to knock down every bloody door in this entire damn neighborhood until he found-"

BANG! BANG! Two shot in the distance and Liam's stomach sank. No.

"Where was that?" He demanded.

"North, boss."

"Sounded like it came from the East to me-"

Damn these tall buildings that echoed and damn these people who were so used to the sound of guns firing they didn't so much as flinch to give Liam and his people a hint- "Eyes peeled," he called, "Someone get me eyes on Hook now!"

The minutes ticked by, the radio silent, no one wanting to fill the air with chatter at a time like this.

"Man down, grid seven!" Finally rang out over the radio. "I repeat, man down. I need backup. I've got eyes on him, Captain but-" more gunshots over the radio and over the air waves.

Liam cursed again, checking his weapon unnecessarily and slamming open the door to the van. No one even tried to stop him. Grid seven that was- before he'd even had time to move there was the sound of more weapon fire and Liam ran towards it as the civilians finally realized something abnormal was happening, impeding his progress with an exodus in the other direction.

His man was pinned down behind a dumpster and two cars were at the far end of the alley doors open for cover half a dozen men strewing the alley with covering fire. Killian was down in the middle of all of it, terrifyingly pale, his entire left side soaked in scarlet from shoulder to boot. He took one step towards Killian without thinking only to be pulled back as a bullet whizzed by where he'd been only a moment before.

"Hood?" he demanded over the radio, "Where the devil are you and yours?"

"In position in 45 seconds, Captain."

"Make it 30."

"Copy."

"For what must have been hours Liam waited, eyes fixed on the still body on his brother in that alley just beyond his reach. 4 shots. 4 thuds. And panic broke over the enemy ranks. Liam burst from behind the dumpster, grabbed Killian under both shoulders (sorry, Killian) and dragged him behind cover. His left hand was sticky with cold blood. With one man under each shoulder they dragged Killian from the alley and shoved him unceremoniously into the waiting van.

"Killian?" Liam lost his balance when the van pealed out of its spot, just catching himself as they raced towards medical aid and air transport. "Hold on, little brother," Liam whispered, "nearly out. Just hold on-"

If you pass out you're dead.

It was the last thing he remembered thinking before everything went dark and the first when he woke up, abruptly realizing that somehow he wasn't. His eyelids were heavy with exhaustion and the familiar weight of drugs. He fought the heaviness and managed to slit open one eye. Grey metal, the whirring of fans. He'd been captured. His eyes closed again and he forced them open once more, searching for something, anything to aid his esc-

"Killian?"

Liam?

The next time he managed to get an eye open Liam's face was hovering over him.

"Li'm?"

"Aye, little brother. I'm alright. We're alright. I'm taking you home."

He wanted to reply. To say something, hit his brother senseless for putting him through that. To hug him and then perhaps hit him again. He passed out instead.

When he woke the walls were brighter, the weight of exhaustion and of the drugs less overwhelming. The sound which he now realized in retrospect belonged to a helicopter, not a giant fan, was gone.

Liam. Liam had been here. He shot up, agony lancing through his shoulder and down his arm making him cry out. Moments later there was a pressure at his side, "Relax, little brother, I've got you."

"Git." Killian murmured, his mouth barely managing to form the words. His eyes blurred and tears slipped down his cheeks as Liam shifted to support him. Killian slumped against him, exhausted and not caring in the slightest that tears were now freely flowing down his cheeks. He'd blame it on the drugs later, he decided, turning and burying his face into Liam's shoulder. "You utter git."

"I'm sorry, Killian," Liam murmured, voice slightly muffled and thick. "I'm so sorry."

"You're alright? You weren't-"

"I was never in any danger. It was a ploy. One that you showed remarkable resilience against."

"Tell that to the tail that I was too distracted to notice," Killian commented. "Emma?"

"Fine. Still back home. Probably pissed as all hell by our detour."

"Detour?" Killian looked around, suddenly surprised. "Where the devil are we?"

"Somewhere in west Germany," Liam commented, "I'm not entirely certain."

"Germany? How-? What do you mean you're not certain?"

"You coded twice in the air, Killian. I was a little distracted."

"Ah," Killian replied... "sorry." Liam chuckled dryly and tightened his grip. "When can we go home?"

"Did you not hear what I just said? Your heart stopped. Twice. I'm quite certain that requires a certain level of recuperation time, even from you."

Killian moped, his eyebrows furrowing and one corner of his lip turning in his characteristic pout.

"You're going to make the nurses' lives hell aren't you?"

Killian nodded cheerfully and Liam sighed. "I'll get your discharge papers."

"Liam-" Killian interrupted, before he made it more than a step away from the bedside.

"Hmm?"

"You're going to delete that damn letter. Because if I ever have to read about your death being useful again... I will find a way to bring you back and punch you myself."

Liam's lips thinned into a terse line and he looked as though he might argue for a moment. then he paused, tousling his brother's hair in a fond gesture he hadn't gotten away with since they were kids. True to form Killian glared at him, shaking his tangled and too long hair out. "I mean it, Liam."

"I know you do, little brother," he paused for a moment, contemplative. "I love you too, Killian."

[thepurplecatdork]

Its 2am and I'm not tired so it's time for a history of my technologically oppressed upbringing!

A little background: My dad is some kind of Heritage Foundation Exemplary Weirdo or some shit, so he thinks the internet was invented in order for Muslim Democrats to brainwash children and steal his social security number? So a lot of stuff that happened to me growing up is a result of his not being ready to accept the direction technology was heading because he just Knew it would end with stolen identities and empty bank accounts and no one loving him. It's funny now, but it actually sucked a lot at the time, and to this day I am learning of things I missed out on because of my lack of access to basically every means of communication my classmates were taking full advantage of. Please add to this if you've had similar experiences.

I didn't get a cell phone til I was 16. And my dad only agreed to that because he thought I would be getting my driver's license that year. (Joke was on him, took me two more years!) So for half of my high school existence (until 2007!!!!!), I had to use Other People's Parent's House Phones to let my family know where I was after school.

I didn't get texting til I was 19. That was 2010, people. I was at a friend's birthday party when my dad called to tell me it had happened, and I literally started texting people who were standing right next to me. I was so bad at it that after about a day no one wanted to text me anymore.

My family didn't get highspeed internet and until I was 20. This was after my first year of college. I had to do all my homework at the library. Before this, we had dial-up. This was 2011, people.

We also got wifi in 2011. My laptop at the time didnt connect to it, so it wasnt really that thrilling for me. But my brother's did, so of course we tested it by going outside and seeing how far away from the house we could Google. Everyone I told about this was too horrified that we didn't already have wifi to be happy for me.

Also my dad had a thing about the encryption with the wifi so you had to enter two passwords, a regular one and one that was kept on a secret notecard in the bottom of a desk drawer. It was a random combination of letters and numbers that changed far too often (in order to keep out the wifi terrorists or something) so people that came over always had to ask for the notecard and then my dad would know they were trying to use our internet which was to him somehow a bad thing??

Growing up, I shared an AOL instant messenger account with my siblings. We weren't allowed to have our own, so we would message people together as a unit or arrange certain times beforehand so our friends knew who they were talking to. For this reason it was pretty much a guarantee that no secrets were kept between the three of us, whether we liked it or not. Our only official "friends" were our cousins. If we talked to anyone else, we would type in the username manually and delete the conversations before Dad saw.

I wasn't allowed to have a myspace (or later, a Facebook). Not "until you're older", just straight not allowed. So of course my friends with regular lives would help me make secret ones on their computers, only for me to try to get into them from the school library and realize I'd forgotten the password. I made my current Facebook account while house-sitting for a childhood friend in 2009, and only kept it because I happened to remember the password.

My dad was horrified when he found out I had an email address. I was 14 and had been "purplecatdork@yahoo.com" for 2 years already, but I didn't tell him that.

When we were younger, the three of us shared a single Gameboy Color. Since I've always been a people pleaser and I was the least into video games, it was almost never my turn. And that's why I've played Super Mario for SNES so many times and I know nothing about Pokemon. (This doesnt have much to do with my dad being an insane person, but it IS a legitimate complaint.)

[excommunicatedbytheblackchurch]

School and life stuff

First off stop being that bitch. The one who didn't do jackshit and is constantly mooching off others for the work. Dont complain and say you were too busy. If you legitimately have an issue with management try talking to a teacher, an older classmate or the guidance counselor. Solve your problems, in math and life and don't be afraid to ask for help in either. In life and on these apps, sometimes there are problems only you can solve

Study groups do help but make sure you know the difference between copying each other and goofing off and actually helping each other and getting work done. Everyone has different learning and teaching styles and it is important to find out what works best for you when it comes to these groups. Though having people with different methods can help you develop skills that pertain to that style.

Quizlet I didnt know about or utilize quizlet until my sophomore year of highschool and I regret it. While quizlet can provide answers, it also provides a very easy an convenient wayk to study. You can make your own flashcards, take tests and quizzes based off those flashcards, hear them verbally, if they arent too long, write in a different language(good for language learning in vocabulary) and you can play games with the vocab. 10/10 I reccomend, especially for memorization and I think the quizlet plus is super cheap.

Photomath I'm really bad at math like not to a worrying amount but like not that good and sometimes I need help. After a certain point you cant ask your parents for help with schoolwork because they have no idea unless they're a mathematician or a math teacher. Photomath can help give you the answer and then show you how to do it but in terms of helpfulness I give it a 4-5/10 because it's kind of vague and unhelpful and it doesn't show you how your teacher teaches it and they'll likely notice. It has graphing help and settings if you're looking for a specific way to solve the problem. It has limitations and can only solve so much. I do reccomend it's calculator if you dont have a fancy one at home. I mostly reccomend this for checking answers. The name refers to being able to take pictures of math problems and scan and solve them. Make sure your handwriting is neat and readable and make sure the equation is correct when it scans, you can edit it by hand too.

Dezmos is a free online graphing calculator that you can access on your school computer and your phone. Idk much about graphing calculators but I'm sure itll be helpful at some point. 7/10 bc I dont use it

Spanishdict is a super helpful translator for learning spanish. If you're writing something and want to double check that its right. I dont reccomend using on all of your Spanish homework or work because sometimes it uses words from different dialects than the one you're learning, but it is super useful if you just need one word and dont trust google translate. 9/10

Brainly is really helpful for those questions you just dont get and I really reccomend, sometimes it's just answers but other times its solutions and indepth explanations on how you get the answer. The brainly plus is expensive in my opinion but kind of worth it and they have it so you can just forward it to your parents and theres like a video that explains it and if they want to pay for it so you dont feel bad or awkward. I reccomend sharing with a friend of group of friends that can collectively pay for it so it doesn't seem as expensive. The brainly plus has a similar feature to photomath where you can take pictures and scan it and itll look for that question or the answers or you can be the first one to ask, it's kind of like a forum 10/10

Slader has textbook answers for a variety of textbooks but doesnt cater to all of them and for this reason I'm giving it a 7/10 like it's useful for checking answers but it's kind of limited in what it has

Sparknotes are great when you get into highschool and have to read Shakespeare and difficult old british literature. It sums up content by chapters in an easy to read way and has a bunch of other features on their website. I think they have study guides and tests that you can take on chapters. They also have a bunch of memes on their social media. 9/10 I dont reccomend not reading the work and just reading the sparknotes, sometimes they glaze over important information or key details.

youtube is great for math but I havent really looked for anything else. YouTube in general is great for anything you're unsure of or need help with. 10/10 sometimes it explains things that my teacher didnt convey too well.

My favorite youtube channels for school include:

Señor Jordan for spanish, he will be weird I'm sorry hes got like a weird blues clues vibe idk

Khan academy on YouTube for algebra and just general stuff, the khan academy website is what we use for sat prep

Audiobooks, I dont have a specific channel but sometimes I cant read the book but I need to do stuff. Finding a good one is difficult but once you find a good one you cant stop.

A lot of teachers make videos to teach stuff and let their students review it when they get home so I reccomend looking up whatever you're having trouble with.

Podcasts.

Other general tips:

Dont put things off until last minute.

Use everything at your disposal, like youtube and tiktok and pinterest to learn things, about school and real life skills.

Dont say no one ever taught you something if you can teach yourself.

Dont make excuses for yourself or others.

Growing up is realizing you need to be your own mom/dad and take care of yourself.

I dont take constructive criticism so smd or dont idk.

Learn as much as you can

Dont worry, if you did your best that's all you can do. And I mean your actual best not your half ass excuse that you think is your best

Girlfriends and significant others dont matter in school, what matters is the betterment of yourself and your future.

[valerepoet]

I found math quest with aladdin! I need to play it!!!

Man, i forgot just how many games we actually had on the computer.

Let's see...

Disney Math Quest with Aladdin

Scooby Doo - Jinx at the Sphinx

Scooby Doo - Showdown in Ghost Town

Scooby Doo - Phantom of the Knight

Jumpstart Preschool

Jumpstart

Reader Rabbit Kindergarten

Reader Rabbit My personalized First Grade

101 Dalmations - Escape from Deville Manor

Cluefinders - 3rd Grade Adventures

Freddi Fish 2 - The Case of the Haunted Schoolhouse

Nancy Drew Treasure in the Royal Tower

Nancy Drew The White Wolf of Icicle Creek

My Disney Kitchen

Empire Earth

Empire Earth 2

Age of Empires

Age of Empires 2

Age of Empires Mythology

And im sure there were many, many more. I'm still remembering more and more. Not to mention all the games we had on other platforms.

My mom was really encouraging with our love of video games. She loved them too. When i was just about 4 years old, my mom got a nintendo with The Legend of Zelda, for us to play. But my dad returned it cause he thought we were too young, and he thought that vifeo games were stupid. My sister was 7. So, its entirely his fault that i didn't get to grow up playing Zelda. But literally, right after they separated, my mom got us a super nintendo, a playstation, gameboys, and just anything she could get her hands on. She fiendishly loved games, and was really enthusiastic about sharing that with us. Actually got a secondary computer for us as well. We We loved playing mario bros and crash and spyro. God, we had an obscene amount of games. We were so lucky.

We did grow up on the poorer side, so it really is astounding just how many games we had. We either got games, books, or clothes for christmas. A few years after my parent's divorce, my dad would actually buy us the consoles and a few games and mom would just get us games, cause she really couldnt afford to get consoles. We were lucky that my dad did end up being willing to buy us expensive stuff like that, even if he didnt understand or care.

I've been trying to re-amass the collection, cause it was all stolen from us when we had to move into a shack. We had to keep all of the games in a different place, and some of my uncle's old ex-friends raided the place and sold our games and my books to fuel their drug habbits. I had almost a 1000 books... it still hurts my heart to think of all the books i lost. And our games.

We were incredibly lucky, as kids, to have access to the amount of games that we did. My mom loves watching us play, and it was prolly one of the best things she did for us. It was how me and my siblings bonded best, how we still do. We really bond best over games.

I don't care to play multiplayer, but the exception is my siblings. I love playing with them. Its something i'll always treasure and appreciate.

Was also fun playing with my uncle after he moved in. He was into the xbox, so, growing up, we pretty kuch had access to every major console, with the exception of anything made my sega. My cousind had the sega.

We might have had A Lot, but i guarantee that my cousins had much, much more. And they hardly played them or took care of them. Kinda a shame. I have a bit of resentment to my cousins. Both sets. They were spoiled and took everything for granted. Even broke their shit for fun, just to see their parents spend more money.

We obsessively took care of our stuff. Well, my brother was hard on discs, but it wasn't intentional. As soon as he really understood why we had to keep them in their boxes, he became obsessed over keeping all our electronics in good condition.

Sorry, i'm just reminiscing.

[computerguideworld-blog]

5 Real Computer Hacks You Didn't Realize Were Possible

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5 Real Computer Hacks You Didn't Realize Were Possible

If Hollywood is to be believed, every single thing around you can be hacked. Is your home heated with natural gas? All a hacker needs is a Die Hard movie and a computer to blow that shit up like a volcanic eruption. Do you use a smartphone? Uh oh — a sufficiently skilled hacker can detonate that thing like a hand grenade.

We all like to point and laugh at the ridiculousness of Hollywood computer crime, but here’s the thing: With everything around you, from guns to doctors to airplanes, growing ever more connected in what nerd-types call “the internet of things,” Hollywood’s “everything is hackable” trope is becoming less dumb every day. For instance …

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Electronic Billboards Can Be Easily Hacked (To Play Porn)

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Electronic billboards, aka the bane of every poor bastard unlucky enough to work a shift that requires driving home after sunset, are gradually spreading to every intersection in America. Normally the image they’re searing into your retinas is informing you where to buy a new Ford or how many appetizers you can get at T.G.I. Friday’s for $10, but one spring Saturday in 2015 at an upscale neighborhood in Atlanta, commuters and diners at a pizza joint were instead treated to the presumably unappetizing image of a giant splayed asshole.

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A concerned driver called 911 to report the “totally disgusting” image, and the FBI kicked off an immediate investigation, because apparently the FBI’s time is much less valuable than we previously assumed. It turns out all it takes to hack into one of these eye-broiling behemoths is to track down its web interface, type in a password that the sign’s owner probably never changed from the default, and boom! You’re free to put a gigantic floppy anus on display for the world in glorious, larger-than-life LED.

And this isn’t an isolated incident. Back in 2010, downtown Moscow traffic came to a standstill when a giant billboard displayed hardcore porn and drivers found themselves with a sudden shortage of hands for driving. More recently, a public billboard at a bus stop in Sweden displayed a continuous porn feed as a group of men huddled in close to watch (but not too close, because that would be weird). More recently, a hacker known only as Johnny Cockring used the aforementioned default credentials to hack into two Alabama billboards and upload Photoshopped images of then-presidential-hopeful Marco Rubio in hardcore gay porn:

Twitter/Cockring_Johnny Scads of Alabama commuters are still unconsciously humming “Y.M.C.A.”

So, yeah — all you need is a set of default login credentials and an adorable hacker name and you can break into one of these electronic eyesores and really brighten up someone’s evening commute.

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Remote Surgery Bots Can Be Hacked To Murder You Mid-Operation

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It’s a staple of science fiction that future doctoring will be entirely offloaded to robots, because an electronic surgeon probably can’t go on a three-day Kahlua bender just before digging into your sensitive heart meat. And while we’re not at the level of fully robotic doctors yet, we are making great strides in that direction. For instance, surgeons can’t always be where a necessary surgery is needed, but they can tinker with your innards from thousands of miles away via remote-operated robots. The first such procedure took place in 2001 (a fitting year for technological breakthroughs), when a surgeon in New York removed a gall bladder from a patient in Strasbourg, France. That’s some next-level Captain Picard future shit.

iStock/UberImages “What level are you on?” “Digestive tract, but I can’t beat the cancer boss.”

Luckily for that patient, there was no hacker standing by to carve his Xbox Live name into the patient’s liver. But while the dedicated fiber connection used for that surgery would have prevented such shenanigans, it’s since become clear that the internet is a much cheaper means of linkage. And when has relying on the internet ever gone horribly wrong?

Researchers led by Tamara Bonaci at the University of Washington demonstrated that, with some fairly simple remote hijacking hijinks, they could make a Raven II surgical robot’s arms twitch like it hasn’t gotten its digital meth fix. Worse still, they could just as easily take total control of the robot using their knowledge of the Interoperable Telesurgery Protocol … the specs of which are freely available to any random asshat who’d like to brush up on the ins and outs of long-distance slicing and dicing.

SRI International “Med school’s for noobz.”

This means that, rather than your life being in the hands of a doctor with years of training, you could be at the mercy of a misanthropic hacker, a jilted lover seeking revenge on your fun bits, or a bored teenager looking to use your heaving carcass to play Surgeon Simulator minus the “simulator” part.

Bossa Studios “Oopsie! Where’s the restart button?”

As an added bonus, Bonaci’s team discovered that the robot’s video feed was publicly accessible. So the most horrifying prospect of all is that someone could intercept your hemorrhoid surgery, set it to the tune of Selena Gomez’s “Hands To Myself,” and turn it into a viral YouTube sensation (or put it on an electronic billboard).

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Sound Waves Can Steal Data From Your Computer

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Given today’s online environment of Fappenings and commonplace credit card account breaches and entire hospitals being locked out of their own computer systems by ransomware, there are probably those among you who yearn for the olden days, when getting online meant enduring the death howls of your dial-up modem screaming at AOL to allow you to check your ever-loving email. If you happen to be in that camp, we have bad news for you: Even if you stomp your Wi-Fi router into unrecognizable shards of plastic in a vigorous attempt to become a digital recluse, it won’t be enough. Not when every computer comes equipped with the capability to sing your most sensitive information to a nefarious hacker.

Back in 2013, German researchers at the Fraunhofer Institute For Communication, Information Processing, And Ergonomics produced a proof-of-concept malware capable of transmitting data via sound waves outside the normal range of human hearing. Using standard laptop speakers, the researchers were able to transmit sensitive data such as passwords for distances up to 65 feet. That may not sound overly impressive, but this range increases greatly when multiple infected devices are employed to repeat their whispers to one another in an “acoustical mesh network,” like a game of Telephone in which the ultimate payoff is not a hilariously jumbled story but your un-hilariously un-jumbled bank account and Social Security number.

Thierry Dugnolle/Wiki Commons “0 … 4 … 8 … purple monkey dishwasher …”

Then, in 2015, security expert Ang Cui pushed the concept a step further by altogether eliminating the need for speakers and all-too-whimsically dubbing the resulting technology “Funtenna.” By inserting just seven lines of code into the meager brain of an off-the-shelf laser printer, Cui was able to fiddle with its electromechanical components and effectively transform the printer into a radio transmitter.

Though the resulting signal was weak (printers were designed to produce hard copies of school reports and teenage poetry, not output radio signals), it could easily be picked up from outside a building by an AM radio receiver or a geophone — a device readily available on Amazon for use in ghost-hunting, of all things. Of course, the only ghost being hunted in this case is that of Ben Franklin. So an enterprising hacker could theoretically steal every piece of data on your computer using nothing but your on-board speakers, and you wouldn’t even hear it happening.

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A Sniper Rifle Can Be Aimed And Disabled Via Wi-Fi

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Becoming a sniper requires rigorous training, tip-top physical fitness, perfect vision, and a brain like a calculator to factor even the most minute environmental variables into every single shot. Of course, if you have an uncontrollable urge to remotely perforate things and quality-used-car amounts of cash burning a hole through your bank account, you could also just buy a computerized sniper rifle from TrackingPoint, because being able to order mile-away murder over the internet is the world in which we now live.

Lee Hutchinson/ARS Technica “I’ll pay double for a nut-shot guarantee.”

Each rifle in TrackingPoint’s Linux-powered lineup comes equipped with a hi-tech scope that weaponizes math for you. Much like an accountant who depends on QuickBooks to do all the actual accounting, these rifles use “the same lock-and-launch technology found in military fighter jets” to “help shooters of any skill level shoot better than the best shooters who ever lived,” according to their website. Because guns were apparently not quite easy enough to use. While that in itself sounds downright liquid-terror-shit-inducing, if you spotted the mention of “Linux-powered” a moment ago you’ve probably already inferred that the real danger comes not from the man holding the gun but from his technologically savvy douchebag of a neighbor.

Lee Hutchinson/ARS Technica Complete with d-bag shades.

Security researchers and happily married couple Runa Sandvik and Michael Auger (because the couple that hacks together stays together) spent a year hacking into a pair of TrackingPoint’s $13,000 self-aiming rifles just to see what they could make them do. And the results are alarming: After compromising the rifle via its Wi-Fi connection (for those wondering why a rifle has Wi-Fi: It’s so you can stream video of your shot to Facebook, which we’re pretty sure is the Seventh Seal), the researchers were able to fiddle with variables such as wind, temperature, and the weight of the ammunition to remotely re-aim the rifle wherever they damn well pleased.

In one demonstration, they caused the rifle to miss an intended target by more than two feet by simply cranking up the ammunition’s weight value. The couple could even remotely disable the rifle’s firing pin, essentially transforming it into the world’s most expensive Metal Gear Solid cosplay accessory. One thing they could not do, thankfully, was actually fire the rifle remotely — there’s a mechanism in place requiring a manual trigger pull in order to make big gun go boom. Because, you know, safety first.

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A Plane Can Be Hijacked Mid-Flight (With A Laptop)

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In the movies, a laptop is like an enchanted fucking talisman. With it, you have the power to make traffic signals succumb to your will. You can heftily inflate your bank account with one forceful flick of the Enter key. You can cause the commercial airliner on which you’re sitting to do a sick-ass loop and head straight back to Syracuse to retrieve your forgotten disco pants.

OK, we may have just reached the pinnacle of faux-hacking absurdity with that last one. There is no possible way you can simply whip out a laptop and remotely commandeer a commercial airliner’s flight controls … unless, that is, you’re (former) cyber-security wizard Chris Roberts. Then you can absolutely do that exact thing.

Fox News You can also grow the shit out of a wizard beard.

After getting enthusiastically booted from a United Airlines flight in April of 2015 for jokingly tweeting his intent to hack the plane and activate its emergency oxygen masks, Roberts’ previous discussions with the FBI regarding his concerns about the rampant hackability of commercial passenger flights came to light. In fact, an FBI search warrant details how Roberts hacked into the in-flight entertainment systems of various airplanes up to 20 times between 2011 and 2014.

If you’re thinking he just wanted to watch Pacific Rim without coughing up his credit card number, think again. You see, on certain plane models, the in-flight entertainment systems were inexplicably connected to the cabin control systems, which in turn were even more inexplicably connected to the plane avionics systems. That’s how, according to the FBI documents, Roberts was once able to issue a climb command to one of the airplane’s engines, “resulting in a lateral or sideways movement of the plane during one of these flights.” That’s right — Roberts, using a laptop from his seat in coach, was able to make the airplane fucking move.

iStock/Lilyana Vynogradova “I’m just trying to rock the crying baby in 14A to sleep.”

For his part, Roberts claimed that he only ever accessed engine controls in flight simulations, not while aboard actual flying jetliners brimming with jet fuel and a hundred other passengers. But then that’s precisely what we’d expect a guy who revved up a jet engine just for laughs to say.

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How To Explain Fat Decimator System To Your Grandparents

Why does dropping excess weight need to be so stressful? Why can it be so really hard?

There are plenty of things. It could be presumptuous to declare that dropping pounds was simple. It surely isnt! A one who has to lose then pounds finds it just a hard and annoying as the one who has to lose more than a hundred lbs .. Even though the amount of lbs look as a vast distinction between the 10-pound loser plus the hundred-pound loser, the truth is identical frustrations are experienced.

I propose that we realize The 2 significant influences We now have to master to discern if we want to obtain our weight-loss aims.

To me, the two key influences will be the outward influences and also the inward influences. An outward affect is just about anything out during the touchable, a few-dimensional genuine world like food items, scales, mirrors, folks, dresses, and so on. The inward influences are things that go on inside your coronary heart, your needs, your views, and sooner or later your steps. The two outward and inward influences Enjoy their very own roles in dropping weight. The real key is to find out how to pay far more focus to The great inward affect that will help you get rid of weight.

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Beneath are some outward influences And exactly how they impact your weigh-reduction development:

The size: reinforces your good results or failure every time you phase on it. Lower figures on the size indicate youve lost some body weight, but hardly ever more than enough according to your expectations. Bigger figures on the scale suggest you must have done anything Improper. It doesnt account for h2o-bodyweight, bloat/swelling, muscle mass mass, and many others.

The mirror: serves as our critique meter, or something that displays how the planet sights us, thus, we have to watch ourselves this way far too.

The fridge and cupboards: reminders of the NO ZONES in our households.

People: whenever they know you happen to be losing pounds, they need a report in your development.

Actual physical body exhaustion: dietary variations, training, or worrying sets in so you grow to be irritable or unfortunate occasionally.

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Food: new ingesting behavior and much healthier snack foods interfere with what youve previously referred to as ordinary, and the new routines are difficult to incorporate.

Calendars: timeframes youve established to achieve your bodyweight-decline plans is nearing its end, so you are fearful that youll be considered a failure all over again.

Menus: good meals selection looks like a CHORE, and taking in just isnt pleasurable any longer as you know the caloric depend, grams of sugar, grams of protein, and grams of Excess fat of every thing you put into your mouth.

Apparel: as you drop the pounds, apparel starts to sag on you a little bit, which will make you glimpse even worse. Having to invest cash on new dresses may be depressing if its not part of a current spending plan. Industry experts: they've got a myriad of solutions on shedding body weight, and they cant hold out for you to listen to them. This over list could go on and on dependant on how deeply you preferred to analyze this challenge. But as you can see from this shortened Variation, all of the surface influences make us truly feel the stresses of shedding body weight.

The inward influences I would like to deal with are Those people influences that some would label as self-converse, or instead self-affirmations that possibly tell us ended up alright or not all right on the earth as we realize it. Its that inner voice that every one of us have that directs us to thinning, then inevitably directs us to act according to our considering. Steps begin with ideas, and feelings begin with needs. And wants start with what we want deep inside our heart. Seems sophisticated and poetic, I admit; however it is so value the trouble to consider some time and find out how you can also make your coronary heart talk its wishes, that may prompt the feelings, that should then bring about actions.

The inward influences are Functioning properly for you personally Right up until you move on the scale or look during the mirror. Then what comes about? Youve allowed the outward influences to watch your development, and also the outward influences need to override all those constructive inward influences. You start to mock all of your current hard work youre carrying out, find disappointments, identify shortcomings, and generally debase any achievements you realized. Youll do that for one pound shed or for a person hundred lbs . shed. Why? Due to the fact youre permitting the outward influences to consider around the inward influences.

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How do you make the inward influences rank bigger than the outward influences? This is the trick Perform AT IT and recall its TWO To 1! When you listen to the Satan on your own shoulder (the outward influences) toss close to insults, uncertainties, and destructive remarks, turn your head to your angel on the shoulder (the inward influences) that fat decimator book tells you that you're carrying out amazing, youre building development, youve worked so hard, youre enhancing everyday, and youre likely to make it.

For each and every damaging remark, strike back again with two optimistic remarks. When you try this, youll normally stay a single phase ahead with the negative, which just may very well be ample to help keep you moving ahead toward the prize. The moment you DONT strike back, the outward influences attain one particular-up on you, then two-up, then soon grow to be 10-up similar to a board game and your video game piece is slipping driving to the squares. In the event you end up much too far driving within the squares, you will become extra discouraged after which you can Give up the sport all alongside one another. Similar to a child who states, perfectly, I guaranteed cant get now, leaves the game and pouts on his way house.

The outward influences must be Element of the procedure, sadly. This is the checking, our measuring stick that proves we've been accomplishing the appropriate points.

Your body doesnt have an understanding of this in the least. The human body can be a grand machine that is consistently hectic with checks and balances, ensuring that al devices are GO, that all operations are operating for their greatest capabilities. It doesnt have enough time for thoughts. It only does its functional tasks accordingly. So you cannot rely on the body to be aware of any inward influences or outward influences such as Ive outlined. It's only worried about system functions and getting things done.

So work Pretty difficult at shelling out extra awareness to the inward influences. But take into account that You need to place the inward influences in there prior to deciding to can in fact utilize them. Like Placing gasoline in the vehicle to make it go, you have to set The nice inward influences in to produce them accessible when you should phone upon them. Here are several fantastic inward influences or angel tones you'll be able to set into your intellect right now that can help you reach:

I am undertaking Effectively, looking at this isnt uncomplicated!

I'm generating development!

I havent dropped nonetheless, but I havent attained both!

I however will need to lose XX kilos, but glimpse what Ive accomplished to this point!

I didnt consume one terrible snack currently!

I acquired in all of my fluids nowadays!

I however could get my fluids in right now in advance of bedtime!

I got all of my protein in right now!

I can squeeze far more protein in now if I test!

I like the fact that Its obtaining much easier to stroll up the stairs!

I like The reality that I can stoop more than and decide on that up off the floor!

I like The reality that I can say NO to that cookie!

This provides you a Start out TODAY to start to set a lot more inward influences within so you can struggle the outward influences with additional electric power! Remember the fact that you have to review of the fat decimator system book do TWO inwards For each and every A single outward. Stay In advance of the game, so you wont go household a quitter!

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If your items can reach the opposite side much faster than your challenger's pieces, you will certainly commonly have the ability to mount a successful attack there before he can bring over adequate items to protect. In general, do not worry when your opponent begins to surrender his material to strike your king due to the fact that not all assaults are fully understood or what are called premature strikes. After a couple of even more efforts to defend, Carjacking goes down to an Aland breeding attack. In addition, the idea that Endgame demonstrates that humanity is a video game with God is validated by Ham and Clovis constant efforts to prolong their fate. The classic parlor game of moving and jumping. The timeless card game is here! But it is and always will be a wonderful ready testing and enhancing our mind. Generally will simply play d5 and also c6 and be rather mindful. 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In one research study, researchers discovered that trainees that were instructed how to play chess were a lot more academically advanced on the whole, particularly in math, spatial analysis as well as nonverbal reasoning capability. The Ape's Bum is not something that you'll obtain a chance to play a lot, but the name is so great it needs to get discussed. Obtain the feedback on your chess actions from experienced chess train. The train will reveal you the 4 finest moves a Grandmaster would select. The following diagram reveals the"queenside castling", where the king dodges of the board where the queen starts. Children make their relocations at the Katwe Chess Academy, situated in a shanty town in Kampala, Uganda. The propensity is that children discover to play chess more youthful and also younger. Understanding Chess is quick and also basic- Children can discover chess online and also develop their surprise abilities. As well as you'll obtain everything else you'll need to learn chess openings fast.Now we check out openings aside from "1. e4 ". Simply 11 kms far from the City, it is now on the National Highway causing Delhi. As a matter of fact, simply recently, I covered an all-day summit offered by the National Athletic Instructor's Association on" Stopping Untimely End In Young People Athletes"on Capital Hill. You can inspect your progress in the skill journal by pushing'J'. There shouldn't be any type of items in between the king's and the rook's step, and the king needs to not remain in check or travel through check. The King is safely tucked away, as well as the Rook can participate in the battle. You can examine any previous board settings, all the means back to the very first action. The globe very first come across young Estonian in 1937 after acquiring the top place in competitions in Margret as well as Ostend. 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