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onetine · 3 years ago

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I saw this on @ahhhnorealnamesallowed's tumblr and i am ALWAYS a sucker for these so I'm tagging myself lol

1- how many books are too many books in a series?

Parroting Billie's answer in that as soon as it no longer benefits the series. I used to read a bunch of urban fantasy novels that were 10-20 books long, and without fail they'd always reach a point where it was just the same thing over and over again.

2- what do you think about cliffhangers?

depends? I don't think stories need to wrap everything up in a bow, even with standalone novels, but I do think you need to have a complete story. There's "this is one part in an epic overarching story" and there's "this reads like we're at the end of the chapter and absolutely nothing has been completed". I am pretty against books that wrap up really nicely, then tack on an extra chapter in a very obvious "this is supposed to be a trilogy cause that's what the publishers said I have to do" manner

3- hardback or paperback?

whichever. Generally the longer the book, the more I want it to be a hardcover so it's easier to hold, but I have no strong preference for physical books.

4- least favourite book?

Angels and Demons by Dan Brown. I'm pretty brutal about dropping books I'm not enjoying, but that one I had to read for Art History and I haaaaaaaaated it so much. I ended up writing my paper as this bitter angry rant about how ridiculous the premise was and how all it was doing was feeding into paranoid disillusions about grand conspiracies and white straight mens' superiority complexes. Ended up acing the paper, mostly because I think I made the teacher laugh.

5- Love Triangle, yes or no?

Generally no, but I'm holding out hope that it will one day be written in a way that the end game is a polyamorous relationship, but alas.

6- the most recent book you just couldn’t finish

And Yet, You Are So Sweet by Kujira Anan. Got a few chapters into this manga and was bored so I dropped it. I'm sure it's fine, I've just read too much shojo manga in my day that I need to really be in the mood for it, or it has to have an original enough premise to get me to read it

7- book you are currently reading

Polaris Rising by Jessie Mihalik. I was in a soft sci-fi mood, and this is delivering on what I was craving. I was telling @theladyw that the male lead in this book is described as this gruff mercenary dude who wears dark generic military type pants and a black tank top, is bald, has shiny reflective eyes that allow him to see in the dark, and that I cannot for the life of my not picture Vin Diesel in Pitch Perfect. I realize I meant Pitch Black, but NOW I have a cross over of his Pitch Black character singing in college choir stuck in my head and that's not leaving the ol' gray matter any time soon.

8- last book you recommended to someone

I generally don't recommend books, but I will say the last book/manga I read that I think everyone should read is I Think Our Son is Gay by Okura. It's just SO FLIPPIN' CUTE AND SWEET

9- oldest book you read

I've read the Odyssey in school so probably that? I'm not much of a classics person, and since I went for a Bachelor's of Fine Arts, I wasn't required to read them really once I got outta high school

10- the most recent book you read ?

Just finished To Beguile A Beast by Elizabeth Hoyt. It was fun enough if you want a historical romance retelling of beauty and the beast, but not something I'd recommend since there is one point where the romantic interest uses some really degrading language when talking to the heroine, and how they talk about native americans is REALLY awful. There's some hand wave context reasons for both things, but they were really flimsy and were extremely close to making me DNF it

11- favourite author?

I don't particularly have one, but I'm a big fan of the duo Ilona Andrews, I've liked a lot of Tessa Dare's books, loved a lot of Seanan McGuire, and when I'm in the mood for flowery Becky Chambers is a fav

12- buying books or borrowing books?

Borrowing. I primarily read books from the library because I don't re-read books. I have been trying to only purchase books if I have already read it and loved it, or if I'm getting it more as a souvenir

12- a book you dislike that everyone else seems to love

The Lost Causes of Bleak Creek by Rhett and Link. My friend and I buddy read it on her suggestion, and it was very apparently VERY quickly that, as someone who doesn't watch their show, I was not the target audience for it. I finished it because I was buddy reading it, but I found the pacing all over the place, the storyline fun enough, but I loathed the authors' self insert characters and would dread every chapter that focused on them.

14 - bookmarks or dogears?

Bookmarks no question! purposefully damaging books is so beyond me, I cannot understand how people fold pages, break spines, or write in books. Actually story time, when i worked at Disney, one of the tracks I would often work on was the fairy track that was basically just sitting back stage twiddling your thumbs and helping the fairies with their wings every 20 mins or so. One day Belle came through with Cinderella and Aurora and wanted to do a photoshoot and asked if I could help. I said sure and while we were setting up Belle noticed the book I had been reading and asked if she could use it as a prop. Again I was like yea sure have fun. First thing she does is brutally break the spine so it would lay flat for a better prop and I about died. There was no way I was going to yell at Belle about book treatment, but also that spine broke like my heart.

Unrelated, but while working on that same track, Tinkerbelle told me to never have sex while doing ecstasy cause it will ruin any sex you have while not on drugs for the rest of your life.

15- The book you can always reread?

I don't re-read books. I've got way too much I want to read and not enough hours in my life. The only times I'll re-read something is if the sequel/next book in the series came out, and I read the previous book far enough back that a vague reading of the plot isn't kick starting enough of my memory

16- can you read while listening to music?

Yes, I can tune out basically all background noise, but I prefer silence

17- one POV or multi POV?

Whichever as long as it's clear which POV we're reading if it's multi POV

18- do you read book in one sitting or in multiple days?

Whichever. I tend to read between activities (which is why i adore ebook loans from the library) so I generally can't read novels in one sitting. Manga, however, are always a one sitting read

19- who to tag: whoever would like to! I'd love to see @theladyw's answers :)

#tag game #booklr #BOOOOOOOOOKS!#also a CP story in there

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le-petitmort · 6 years ago

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Part II – This thing is about to be a thing

In one-point-four seconds I came to the realization that I am quite literally…the dumbest motherfucker ever. First, I never got her digits. Second…I never got her digits. Disgraceful. Where was my situational awareness? It was akin to a scrawny defender putting pressure up court on the opposing team’s guard, not paying attention and running smack dab into a pick set by a seven foot chiseled like a bronze formed by the hands of Donatello, NBA center. Basketball metaphors…get used to them.

Anyway, it knocked the wind out of my sails. The reason being is that I had formulated this grandiose plan for her to make the first move beyond the first move. To engage the conversation. Open the forum. Get the small talk out the way. Allowing me to pitter patter and tiptoe my way past the threshold of awkwardness and straight to the glory road of getting to know her intimately.

By intimately, I’m not talking about straight to boom, boom, out go the lights carnal skullduggery complete with passionate wet kisses, heavy petting and cock to pussy communication. I was angling for dinner first. Not wine, dine and sixty-nine dinner either. I had it built up in my head that I was going to treat this one like a lady. Later on, I could whisper filthy invitations in her ear that would make her coo, as my hand deftly slid up her thigh towards paradise. Getting to that point would be the hard part. Or maybe not.

Maybe, I had put this particular pussy on a pedestal. Perhaps she was a cum guzzling cock whore who jumped bed to bed trolling for fat cock in the ocean of fuckery that is Brooklyn?

Mayhap, she was one of those chicks who secretly delved into her passionate side by stroking the kitty by the light of her iPhone to kinky images on tumblr. Trolling for virtual cock with selfie side boob action, a toothy smile of seduction and a user name like…say…wantonbabygirldreamsandtequilamemories.

Perchance, all that was completely off base and she was raised right by her parents. A pristine catholic girl with of heart and mind of gold, devout in her love of our lord and savior Jesus Christ who would be spending good Friday getting ashes thumbed on her forehead…or whatever it is Catholics do on that religious day. I’m agnostic so, I have zero idea and I highly doubt she’s Ms. Goodytwoshoes since I had already noted in passing that she likes a smoke and a cocktail in the evening. Plus, she wears those fancy stocking that scream “unwrap me Daddy and see the present beneath”.

Let’s get back on point. This is how much I’ve thought into her. The epitome of pussy on a pedestal syndrome. Now, we’ve had an actual conversation. Albeit, a very short conversation. Brevity is sometimes good…except when you don’t get the digits.

The face to face was going to have to happen. Overcoming my fear of ineptitude and delving into my inner rico suave. A little more toned down though, than an unbuttoned white shirt to the navel, smooth talking lothario schtick. But, more than simply me. Yep, this girl has me all sorts of fucked up.

You’re probably wondering, “what’s with all the self-loathing, dude?”. I admit it’s got to be a bit of a turn off so, here’s the back story. No, I am not a virgin who sprawls across the couch in my jockey’s eating flamin’ hot Cheetos whilst penning dirty poems to lewd images on tumblr under a username such as…bigdongdaddysearchingforhootchiecocksluts. I’m also not the kind of man who walks into a room, drawing in beautiful, leggy, big busted vixens like steel to a magnet. I’m somewhere in the middle.

A relationship failure who gets too wrapped up in his work. Which can come off as neglectful to a significant other. But, I’ve had a plan since I was eighteen that I’d be retired on a beach in Mexico by the time I was forty, with my gorgeous wife and two adorable children playing in the sand as I sip a corona and reminisce about all the good times.

You see, I like plans. I don’t like flying by the seat of my pants. Life is analytical. Meant to be linear with a point A, B, C and onward. Peaks and valleys are for the weak. Which is why, when I first spied my dream girl promenading down the crooked sidewalks of Williamsburg, I stopped the initial urge to go in for the kill and went with formulation of a process. Fucking up in love multiple times will do such things to a man.

The plan was off though, for now. I wasn’t going to be able to slap another ”call me, maybe” note on her morning coffee to pique interest. That was already done. Mutual admiration and quite possibly mutual eye fucking were already in play. She had said it herself! Not so much in those words. But, I’d been noticed. How had I not noticed her noticing me? I really am daft at this shit…or maybe I need a lightning bolt of confidence in my life?

Is this moment it? Is that all I needed was the knowledge that there was a connection from across the room that I hadn’t felt? Was there truly distant simpatico? Was kismet closer than the vacuum of my unsure, fearful mind? Do we already have a thing for each other?! Holy fuck. These are the questions whirring in my head at 5 AM. Just like the ceiling fan spinning full speed above my bed. I’m one hundred twenty miles an hour of jubilation and angst. As much as I pride myself on a linear lifestyle, I climb to the mountain summit and hurl myself into a canyon of doubt with every passing second spent thinking about her.

I can hear the city coming to life. The traffic beginning to snarl. The metal clank of bodega doors rolling open. A single bird stationed on it’s perch singing.

I should be ambling into my office, coffee cup in hand starting my so-called work day. Instead I’m counting the minutes before I jump in the shower, clean up and go finish business with my future paramour. Yes sir, I’m forcing myself to project a dose of swagger. Laying here, mean mugging like an NBA power forward who just euro-stepped his way to a thundering game-changing dunk. I’m a winner, baby! Shelve that pitiful shit, bruh. You da man! Get fuckin’ fired up!

Which is why I basically pimp walked my way to the coffee shop when the time came for action. Outfit: casual. A hoodie from my alma mater, jeans with a strategic knee rip, green Nike air force ones on my feet. I popped straight through the shop door towards the familiar blonde at the counter like I owned the place. Ya boy iz in da house! Woof, woof, woof!

“Large straight black and a skinny latte, please.” I winked, expecting she’d question why I was getting two drinks instead of one.

She went straight to brewing and giving me the inflated total. “Twelve even. Name, please.” Ok, babe, maybe you don’t understand that lives are about to change in mere minutes. A whole cosmic galaxy is about to open up. Astronomers like Neil Degrasse Tyson will be talking about the cavalcade of stars falling out of the sky because two lips met at an overpriced local coffee shop in Brooklyn. Guess I’m getting ahead of myself there.

“Stephen…with a P.” I responded.

Apprehension and giddiness course through me. Giddiness seems unmanly but, my excitement isn’t. I’m bouncing heel to toe as our drinks magically appear before me. I check my phone one last time. Knowing her punctuality, we are currently at T minus 2 minutes and counting. Ps. I am not a stalker…to reiterate.

I grab the steaming drinks and fly towards the door, nearly tumbling over a shorty with her nose buried her phone. No time for apologies, I must nail down a cozy table on the sidewalk. I want this first meeting to be something the entire five boroughs of New York stops in awe to witness.

But, there she is coming through the door just as I reach for it. The coffees are in one hand and I can feel them about to crash right into her. I swivel my wrist, going for the save. No fucking way am I flinging a skinny latte across the object of my forever affections. Fuck no. Shit. There it goes. Whoa…steady as she goes. Eye widening panic! Boom goes the dynamite! My fingers grip the cups harder and safely held. Crisis averted.

Cool and casual like that. “Here you go Iona.” I handed over her drink with a smile.

“Iona?” She looked at me puzzled.

My eyes darted, alarmed. “Uh, yesterday…when you made your order here. Uh…you told the cashier your name was Iona?” Now it was time for my own quizzical. “Your name is Iona…right?”

She blew out a breath. The kind that shoots upward, blowing a dangling strand of her bangs from her rolling at being caught in a fib eyes. “That’s a thing I do. To sound exotic.” She gave a quick shake of the head and nodded to the counter. “I change it up every day. Glenda, Marion, Billie Jean...Iona. Whatever I’m feeling like that day.”

Her hand casually reached for a true introductory shake. “My real name is Tuesday…and I already know you’re Stephen…with a P.”

My smile was contemplatively wry. “Isn’t Tuesday an exotic enough name already? I mean…I’ve never met a Tuesday.”

“Yeah, well, a girl has to have many faces. One must stay intriguing and beguiling.”

“I’m intrigued and beguiled.” I shot back. Somehow feeling comfortable in my skin for a change.

The corners of her lips curved. “Mutual.”

Relaxation immediately struck. My entire being at ease. A wordless infinity.

“But, I’m sorry Stephen. Much as I’d like to sit down and get to know you, I have to be to work in five minutes. I’m all about a strict schedule.” Nice! She really is perfection.

“I completely understand that.”

Tuesday fished a hand into her oversized tote, withdrawing a business card which she handed over. “I neglected to leave you my number last night. I was a little jittery over it all…well...you know.” Our eyes locked. Mesmerizing. “Will you call me for dinner?” She questioned as if there was some sort of doubt.

“Absolutely.” I opened the door, leading her through. Two fingers steadied at the small of her back. Feeling a response as Tuesday’s back comfortably adjusted.

She turned to me on the street, one last parting moment. Words breaking apart the sweetest lips I’d ever laid eyes on. “Thanks for latte. I like a man who gets me coffee in the morning…cliché, I know.”

“The pleasure was all mine.”

Tuesday paused, giving thought to one last message. “Just so you know…I don’t do personal calls or texts during the work day. So, don’t bother. I’m married to my career. I have a plan.”

I gave the thumbs up. Fucking perfection.

-bart 4.20.2019

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memorytile0-blog · 6 years ago

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If She Cheats, Should You Absolutely Let Her Go?

The Dating Nerd is a shadowy figure whose whereabouts and identifying details remain unknown. What we do know is that he is really, really good at dating. He’s been on more dates than you can shake a lengthy bar tab at, and he’s here to help the average guy step his dating game up a notch — or several.

The Question

Hi Dating Nerd,

I had a tough conversation recently. My girlfriend admitted she cheated on me one time with an old friend of hers a few months ago. I broke things off immediately, but we kept on talking about it and the whole time she's been asking me to take her back and give things another shot. She's adamant she'll never do it again, but I don't know what to believe. What do I do?

- Cheat Confused

The Answer

Hi CC,

No. Do not take her back.

I know this is hard to hear. Because she must be amazing — or must seem amazing, anyway — if you're considering this question at all. If she was a reasonably attractive, moderately interesting person, this wouldn't be an issue whatsoever. You'd just tell her to eff off, feel a very mild pain, make some regrettable sexual decisions, and continue living your life.

But this girl is different, for whatever reason. You just don't want to let her go, even though you feel terrifically humiliated, and your mind is filled with images of how, exactly, you would murder the dude in question (I'd go with suffocation by Silly String). Probably, there's a peculiar way she smiles at you that makes you forget that being alive was ever difficult. She probably knows how you like your coffee and she brings it to you every morning. You have so many little in-jokes and routines that you don't know how you would communicate with anyone else.

And she assures you that she's still that person — that this was just a one-time thing, a mistake. She swears, sincerely, that she didn't really want to cheat on you. The deception is temporary. It's not who she is, deep down. Maybe she used the classic phrase so often deployed in discussions of cheating, which is, "it just happened."

Unfortunately, that's not a real thing. That's not how cheating works. In fact, it's exactly backwards.

The truth about cheating is that we all want to do it, on some level, almost all the time, and we don't cheat by deciding not to, every single day.

Think about it. How many times, per day, do you mentally sort people into the categories of 'would touch naked' and 'would not touch naked'? It's probably a high number, unless you're an asexual living on an iceberg. (Respect to my arctic asexual readership.) Even if you know it's stupid, you can't help but wonder whether your neighbor is secretly your dream girl, even though you've never spoken — something about the way she styles her hair makes it seem like she'd really, like, understand you, right? Our minds have a really annoying way of constantly wondering whether there might be a better deal out there.

And there are much more serious manifestations of this tendency that I'm sure you know all about, as well. Like, chances are, there are between one and three women in your life who you just Don't Hang Out With. That pretty person you get along with just a little too well. Your attractive co-worker who always complains about how there aren't any interesting single men, right after lavishly complimenting your new haircut. Or your ex from far back enough that you can't remember why you ever broke up, whose new profile picture makes you breathe heavily.

Every day, you look in the mirror and you say, "Today I'm not going to hook up with any of those people." Congratulations! You're a good guy. Someone should give you a prize. You're really behaving tremendously well. Remember when that co-worker invited you out for beers, and you hesitated — she just seems like a total freak in the best way — but you said no? That was great! And when that ex started sending you funny Facebook messages late at night, but you shut it down? Bravo.

You avoided danger. You saw what was coming, and you said no. Even though there are days when your girlfriend is irritating the hell out of you, you keep it together. You realize that the short-term gratification of random female attention is less rewarding than sharing your world with somebody.

Like it or not, your girlfriend faces the same dilemma. She has the same temptations. That Junior VP in her office with a closet full of sharp bespoke suits and a beguiling sarcasm? She's thought about that, for sure. She sees hot guys coming and going, and briefly questions her commitment to monogamy. But, unlike you, she said "yes" to that very tempting train of thought. Whatever the circumstance was in which she met this guy, she knew she was tempting fate, and she did it anyway.

Again, I know it's hard to hear, but it's simply realistic to say that there were a million tiny moments of decision between the moment when she kissed you goodbye and she kissed that guy hello. At every step, she knew she was getting closer and closer to cheating on you. And, at each step, she was like, "Yeah, OK, that seems like a reasonable decision." She was like, "I'm going to wear this sexy outfit when I meet up with this random male friend, just because I like wearing sexy outfits, because that's totally normal." She was like, "I thought we were just getting coffee, but, really, what's the harm in a drink or two."

Maybe she never thought, "Oh boy, time to cheat on my perfect boyfriend." She just found this dude's attention flattering, and she found the whole thing exciting. So she ignored the voice of reason in her head — which was almost certainly there — telling her that this was a bad idea.

You may want to believe that this was her one moment of infidelity. And that's vaguely possible. But thrill-seeking, unconscientious people tend to remain that way. She'll see other guys, and feel the intoxication of flattery, and she'll probably be at least strongly tempted to screw you over again. She's just a human, unfortunately, and humans tend to change their behavior only when it's absolutely, totally necessary.

RELATED: Has She Slowly Been Losing Interest? Here's What Might Be Up

And, by the way, if you don't let her go, you won't tell her that it's absolutely necessary to change her behavior. You're telling her that if she cries, and says she regrets it, and reminds you of what you shared back when the relationship wasn't a 30-car pileup, you'll forgive her. That probably won't make her change. She might change someday, but unfortunately you can't control the circumstances that will bring that about.

This is going to be a hard talk. She'll probably tell you that she still loves you, over and over again, that she loves you more than ever. That may be true. But do you really need that kind of love?

Think you could use some dating help, too? Email the Dating Nerd at [email protected].

Source: https://www.askmen.com/dating/doclove_60/65_relationship_expert.html

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godiva640vbucks-blog · 6 years ago

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The medium’s breakout star is called Ninja. He is a former Specialist Halo participant named Tyler Blevins, that has mentioned that he tends to make a lot more than fifty percent one million dollars a month by streaming his Fortnite classes, and his free of charge-associative commentary, on Twitch (which is owned by Amazon). His YouTube channel has much more than 10 million subscribers. Final month, he hosted a Fortnite Event in Las Vegas, within an e-sports activities arena, and Practically 7 hundred thousand people tuned in to his Twitch stream. I’ve listened to lots of teens check with him as America’s most important entertainer—which is not as hyperbolic because it Appears. In April, Ninja rated higher than any athlete on the earth in “social interactions,” a measure of social-media likes, opinions, shares, and views. Cristiano Ronaldo was No. 2. In March, Ninja consented to the Fortnite session with Drake.

Blevins, that is 20-6, arises from outdoors Detroit and lives in close proximity to Chicago (he received’t say where by) together with his wife, who handles his small business affairs. He streams 10 to fourteen hours daily, commonly from about 9 A.M. to three P.M. after which from 6 P.M. right up until Anytime. All told, he logs about 300 several hours a month. What one particular sees is his game display, with his avatar in what ever skin he has selected, and, within an inset, a perpetual shot of Blevins himself. A ninja headband girds a Bieber-ish shock of hair that he dyes diverse hues: emerald green, platinum, yellow. He’s a lean, boyish dude who seems to make an hard work to keep up some semblance of a smile all the time. His spiel is goofy, caffeinated, and moderately cocky. He does impressions. In March, he was mumbling some rap lyrics as he played, and in some way the word “indica” arrived out because the N-term. Amid the backlash, he apologized, form of, and, when it came time for me to speak to him final week, his manager’s just one condition was which i not request him over it, as he’d by now explained what there was to state, which was, in part, “I promise that there was no mal intent (I wasn’t even wanting to say the term—I fumbled lyrics and acquired tongue-tied in the worst doable way).” A scrupulous journalist might need identified as from the job interview, even so the teenagers I’d been speaking to with regards to the game were being so amazed that I'd speak with Ninja that I caved. At the last second, nevertheless, Ninja bailed, professing illness. Burn! (“I’m pretty guaranteed which was BS,” a kind of teenagers texted me. “I believe he was streaming nowadays.”) At any price, Ninja’s sensitivity is a sign that gamers like him are getting into the mainstream. They've to look at what they say.

Onscreen, the millionaire maintains the environs of the gamer boy. The digital camera usually takes within an acoustic-tile ceiling, wall-to-wall carpeting, bare drywall, plus a fourposter bed. There’s a framed Detroit Lions poster propped against a wall, alongside a mini-fridge stocked with Purple Bull. Ninja can be a lifelong gamer, but he would make a degree to remind his followers, lest they get the fall-almost everything bug, that he did properly in school, played soccer and other sporting activities, concluded college though holding down a job at Noodles & Business, and in some cases appeared, together with his spouse and children, on “Household Feud.” The sport ability is legit. He wins some thing like fifty percent with the countless video games he performs every single 7 days, from all comers. He’s a crack shot and has a nose for the high floor. As often as not, it seems he’s hardly paying attention. He’s looking at fans’ messages out loud, similar to a speak-radio host, or jabbering with Yet another Fortnite star, such as Dr. Lupo or KingRichard, if they’ve teamed up for just a match or two: “The recoil on this issue is stupid”; “You mentioned you experienced an entire shield, ass”; “So hold my dick”; “That male was trying to consume a chug jug. What a noob.” All accompanied by occasional bursts of gunfire. “To anyone looking at the stream, I hope you guys are taking pleasure in the information, man.”

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Gizzard Lizard’s shoot-out in Tomato Town passed off on the last night time of April, which was the last night time of Time 3. Anticipation was operating higher. One of many ingenious improvements of Fortnite is to introduce seasons of about two months, as with a cable-television sequence, also to combine new plot and recreation factors. (Previous week, within a crossover masterstroke, Thanos, the indestructible villain of The brand new Avengers Motion picture, dropped in on the game—that is, gamers could adopt a Thanos pores and skin—and so, for some time, the Fortnite established gleefully schooled numerous Thanoses in a way the Avengers could not.) On April 30th, a comet that were hovering more than the island was designed to strike right after midnight. For days, meteors had been showering the sport. Teasers—the newest getting “brace for effect”—had influenced a raft of speculation and conspiracy theories. To start with, individuals anticipated the comet to strike the crowded urban placing often called Tilted Towers, but some clues led Other individuals to predict, correctly, that the comet would wipe out Dusty Depot, which was thereafter to generally be referred to as Dusty Divot.

It absolutely was challenging to do research on an evening such as this; Gizzard Lizard returned to the sport. He played over a Personal computer he’d designed in school. It didn’t Have got a graphics card. He’d never been a large gamer—his dad and mom ended up relatively rigid about screens and experienced under no circumstances consented to an Xbox or perhaps a Wii—while he’d played Minecraft for quite a while. This volume of obsession was a little something new. He observed on his locate-your-friends bar that lots of schoolmates were being taking part in, so he FaceTimed just one who goes by ism64. They teamed up and hit Lucky Landing. Gizzard Lizard wore an earbud less than a list of earphones, to make sure that he could speak with ism64 although listening with the sound of approaching enemies. From a length, it appeared that he was talking to himself: “Let’s just Develop. Watch out, you’re gonna be trapped below my ramp. I’m hitting this John Wick. Oh my God, he just pumped me. Appear revive me. Make all around me and come revive me. Wait, can I have that chug jug? Thank you.”

I’d been struck, viewing Gizzard Lizard’s game titles for a couple of days, by how the spirit of collaboration, amid the urgency of mission and menace, seemed to bring out anything approaching gentleness. He and his close friends did favors for each other, watched one another’s backs, available encouragement. This was a thing that I hadn’t found Substantially of, say, down with the rink. One particular could argue the aged arcade, Along with the at any time-existing danger of bullying and harassment plus the obstacle of proclaiming dibs, exposed a kid to the planet—it’s character-creating!—but there was something being claimed for this kind of refuge, even though it did involve assault rifles and grenades.

And then the John Wick was upon him. “Oh God! Oh God!” Foiled once more.

A John Wick was an attained player who experienced acquired a pores and skin that bears a resemblance into the character played by Keanu Reeves within the “John Wick” motion pictures. (Formally, the skin is known as the Reaper, presumably to stop licensing fees, but gamers phone it John Wick.) It had been accessible to anyone who experienced attained all hundred tiers of the sport in Time 3—a combination of achievement and experience which would have needed playing for among seventy-5 and 100 and fifty hours.

As the last hours of Period 3 expired, players scrambled to reach Tier a hundred, and obtain their John Wick skins. Gizzard Lizard was nowhere close. He’d started off the year as a noob. Arrive the next early morning, Day Certainly one of Time 4, he experienced a intend to place during the hours to obtain to Tier one hundred. It will just take major commitment. For the first time, he purchased a thousand Fortnite V-bucks, for $nine.ninety nine, with which to acquire skins. He went While using the Carbide, a sleek one which introduced to intellect a wetsuit. This was the first time he—or, a lot more to the point, his parents—experienced ever used just about anything but quarters over a game.

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If She Cheats, Should You Absolutely Let Her Go?

The Question

Hi Dating Nerd,

- Cheat Confused

The Answer

Hi CC,

No. Do not take her back.

Unfortunately, that's not a real thing. That's not how cheating works. In fact, it's exactly backwards.

The truth about cheating is that we all want to do it, on some level, almost all the time, and we don't cheat by deciding not to, every single day.

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This is going to be a hard talk. She'll probably tell you that she still loves you, over and over again, that she loves you more than ever. That may be true. But do you really need that kind of love?

Think you could use some dating help, too? Email the Dating Nerd at [email protected].

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101percentindia · 7 years ago

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Is He A Fuckboy Or A Friend?

You’ll know when you see one. They are squint eyed and smell like guilt.

I was sixteen. It was raining that afternoon. The building was so old, so shabby it had road-like potholes, but I was young and a hopeless romantic. Storms were beautiful, not destructive. They would weave wind into my hair and I would smile, looking up at the sky, with rain-kissed skin. I jumped into a puddle. “Hoppipolla!” I shouted…what a wonderful world!

It was such a beguiling day and I was in no mood to solve equations or learn about current electricity but, priorities first. Exams were close, I needed these tuitions. So I walked in, chirpier than usual, and I saw him for the first time in my life. He had such smooth skin – like porcelain, a mole on the upper left corner of his lips, light eyes, hair falling over his head in a way that made him look callous in an endearing way. He looked up at me and I thought I saw a smile.

Who is a fuckboy? Image source: urbandictionary.com

Such was the beginning of a pathetic part of my life. You can’t blame me for not seeing it coming and I wasn’t the only one. I wish I could tell you my name or the city I belong to, but I can’t because ‘fuckboys’ have a way of being known for being one. They dig it. They think it is cool. So if I told you, everyone would know who I am talking about. It’s too obvious. Too risky. But there’s something about risks that makes you want to take them. It is almost like hope. And I took that with him. Blunder of all blunders – I trusted a fuckboy to be my friend.

I should have known how little respect he had for women when he texted me even though I had not given him my number. He noted it down slyly from the teacher’s phone. He had infringed on my privacy, but it was a nice gesture – or so I thought. The fluttering of an idiot’s heart. I blushed and we got talking.

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“So, he texted me!!” I squealed excitedly to my friend.

“Man I told you, he is not a good guy. He’s a TOTAL PLAYER!” cautioned my friend, whispering, “He has already had sex with more than one girl!”

It was surprising. Hard to digest for a pubescent, prudish Indian girl like myself, but I threw caution to the wind and drifted away to the sweet little world in my head. However, in less than a week, I began gauging things and hearing things. Sweet nothings had become direct and almost unpalatable messages, wrought with sexual innuendos and unwarranted wisecracks. I was otherwise a smart kid, so although blurred by the typical emotions a teenage crush can stir, it took me little time (compared to others who have fallen prey to him) to understand that he was jerk.

“Let’s have sex,” he texted one day after having ghosted me for more than a week.

“Fuck you, but not the way you’ll enjoy it,” I texted back, and that was it…for a while at least. I heard he had spread rumors about how ‘I was clinging to him’ and other stupid stuff, but I didn’t care. Over and out.

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Until almost two years later when he met with an accident that almost killed him. School was over, we were enrolling into college and a long long time had passed. I had a heart, after all. So what if he was cheating on several women? So what if he had broken the hearts of so many of my girlfriends? So what if he was a conniving bastard when it came to women? “He almost died, this will change him for good,” I rationaled, and went ahead and paid him a visit.

Things changed. Through the next three years of my college life we hung out a lot. We smoked, we chilled, I sat for hours and hours listening to him and my other friends jam. We drank. Some nights, when it wasn’t too many people and we’d have to take bong shots in the loo to ensure the clouds of smoke it produced didn’t give us away to the parents, he would talk to me. He would tell me how much he loved so and so and couldn’t help control his urges. How sorry he felt, how helpless he felt. And I would tell him too, how his ex-best friend and soon to be my ex-boyfriend was a controlling, manipulative asshole. I’d cry sometimes, sharing the details of the gross and unjust mental and physical torture I was going through. We’d hug and he’d crack a joke and I’d punch him in the chest and laugh. He was so funny. Still is.

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He was my friend. I understood him now. I used to justify him to other girls: “Look man, he isn’t a great guy to date; he has issues with the testicles. They’re too restless! But dude, he’s such a great friend. We almost had something years ago and I was so mad at him but once that was over and we became ‘just friends’, it was great. He’s a good guy otherwise.”

*Cut to my horribly messy break-up*

“It’s good man, you weren’t happy with him anyway,” he said to me one day while Whatsapping and then shortly added, “Look at the bright side. It made you lose weight and you look great!”

I laughed. He was right, I was free. He called me over to smoke some crazy dope he had on him. Sure, I thought, and went over. We smoked a joint, we were sitting checking out some new music and then he leaned in.

“No way! You’re my bro, dude,” I said.

“You wouldn’t have a crush on a bro,” he said cheekily.

He had stirred a forgotten passion. He had opened the box that held answers to questions like ‘what if’ and ‘what it would be like’. I reasoned, “Doesn’t matter, it’s just sex! He can fuck the ex out of my system!”

We did it. When we were done, I didn’t feel too weird. It’s just like two friends getting a beer and then he cleaned up, got up and said one word that catapulted me back to three years ago. He said, “Win.”

Was this a game of some sort? Oh, I understood now. Fuckboys can’t handle rejection. They keep it in their hearts and nurture it for years, carefully planning revenge all along. There wasn’t a girl in the city he hadn’t slept with or didn’t try to at least, be it his friend, his friend’s friend, his girlfriend’s friend, his friend’s girlfriend. It didn’t matter. Fuckboys must put it in everywhere.

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They are everywhere. No one is safe. Image source: redbubble.com

In the next few years I understood what fuckboys really are. They say “I love you” when it was not needed. They talk when it isn’t required. They make promises that no one’s asking them to make. They will not just shut the hell up, have sex and disappear. They’ll hang around till things get absolutely screwed up and complicated. In fact, it dawned on me that maybe these guys don’t even want the sex. They want to break hearts because that empowers them in some odd way. Finally I understood the difference between a fuckboy and a promiscuous person. Promiscuous people just want to have sex; that’s their end goal. Fuckboys, on the other hand, want to play games and therefore fuckboys can never be friends.

So, ladies beware! Don’t worry. You’ll know when you see one. They are squint eyed and smell like guilt.

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