#when this batch is done i will open more. will probably b a regular thing :3

[obsob]

despite, despite, despite!!

[solastia]

Sanctuary | 2

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x F!Reader

Summary: Your bed & breakfast has a new regular...Jeon Jungkook of BTS

You shuffle into your office, still a little sleepy despite having a shower and having a steaming cup of coffee in your hands. You weren’t sure what the cause of it was, but you’d been entirely too restless to sleep well. Too much excitement, perhaps?

You shrug to yourself and sit into your office chair with a loud yawn, ruffling your still damp hair as you power on your laptop. You still hadn’t received any reservations for this week and you were hoping someone would come by for the weekend at least. You had some honeymooners reserved for next week, but that didn’t help you now. An entire week without guests would put a noticeable deficient in the books.

That’s why when you pulled up your check-in program and saw that you’d been booked for the entire week by a single client, you had to verify that you weren’t still asleep. You pinched yourself and cringed at the pain, staring again at the program.

Sure enough, it was all still there. One client, for seven days straight. They’d booked the biggest room upstairs, the only one up there besides your own. What was incredibly strange is that they changed the offered rate. Normally, you were one of the cheapest places in the area and charged $120 a night. Not bad for one of the more expensive areas in Northern California. This person was offering you a deal of $300 per night, along with fees for meals and a hefty “to be discussed” tip if you were to close reservations for anyone else. They were trying to rent the whole place? So probably some celeb going for anonymity by hiding in an unknown B&B.

You shrugged. It wasn’t that crazy, although most local celebs tended to hang out in Carmel rather than around here. And it certainly wouldn’t be the first one you’d hosted, simply the first one that had been so generous. The other two were well-known names and you’d been expecting a hefty tip from them but they’d been surprisingly tight-fisted. One had even tried to argue your nightly fee down in exchange for using the name of your place on his social media. You’d been happy to decline.

While a little more business would be nice, you didn’t want the place overrun. You wanted it small and cozy. Safe, for yourself as well as your guests. The whole purpose of the place was to have somewhere calm and comfortable to escape to.

This person must be especially desperate if they were booking the entire place to be alone. There wasn’t a mention of them bringing any other guests with them. You exhaled noisily and clicked accept, sending them a little welcome email with all the instructions they’d need. You wondered with a self-amused grin if you should start putting a little footnote mentioning that celebrity scandals or drug-filled parties were not allowed on the premises.

You lean back in your chair when you’re done, taking sips of your now luke-warm coffee as you think over everything that you have to do to get ready. According to the form they filled out, they’d be arriving that evening. You kept the house in shape daily so you didn’t have much to do in the way of chores, but you should make a menu for the week, get the fireplace in the room prepped, and hit up a few of your friends for the local event tickets.

Thor comes up and bumps your thigh, reminding you that you still had to take him out.

“I got you, buddy,” you chuckle, standing up with a groan and going to fetch his leash. “We have a long day ahead of us, and then maybe you’ll have a new friend for a bit, huh? You gotta be on your best behavior.”

Thor barks softly and you pretend he’s answering you instead of demanding you hurry the hell up with your shoes. You decide at the last minute to throw on a hoodie too since the temperature was lowering fast. You hiss as you step outside and hope that Thor manages to get his business done fast. But even the chill wasn’t enough to bring down your mood. Today was going to be a great day. You could just feel it in your bones.

****

You had just finished putting another batch of cookies in the oven when you heard someone arrive and ring the little bell you kept on the front desk.

“Good evening! I’ll be right there, but go ahead and shut the door if you want!” You holler from the kitchen as you wash your hands.

You’d left the door open just in case they came around while you were putting around the place, but now that they were here you could finally turn on the heater.

You dry your hands and pat down your shirt and pants as you walk, hoping you didn’t look too casual. Jeans and a flowy blue button-up blouse with matching flats seemed casual yet comfortable. And you were wearing your pearls just in case they were the stuffy sort that would look down on you for not looking at least a little professional.

“Hi, welcome to Sanctuary! I’m -”

“Hey, Noona,” a cheeky-toned voice answered as you turned the corner and entered the foyer.

Your eyebrows fly up as you see the tall figure standing there. “Jungkook?”

He looks...fucking glorious. Black pants that look like they are painted on tucked into those stomper boots he seems to love. Plain black t-shirt tucked into his pants and a blue flannel shirt over that. Sitting next to him is a large black backpack that is easily half as big as him.

He grins cockily and leans against the desk. “They gave me a couple of weeks off so I’m here on vacation. Please take care of me,” he bows with mock formality.

“You’re the one that booked the whole place, right?” you ask, bringing up your computer application to check him in. He leans in way too close and looks over your shoulder as you work.

“Yup! One of the managers did the form though. Did he do everything I asked? Up the rate and made sure you feed me?”

You snort, “Yes, Jungkook. They are paying me an astronomical amount and I have plenty of food. Although, I only went shopping for one normal person. You’ll probably go through it all it two days, so make me a list.”

He chuckled lowly and you shivered, feeling his breath on your ear.

“Well, I’m not eating every meal here. I’m going to go out sometimes, too. Maybe noona can show me some nice places?”

You struggle to hold back a smile. “I’ll see what I can do.”

A shrill beeping started in the kitchen and Jungkook jumped back, looking around curiously.

“Cookies,” you answered the silent question. You finish typing a couple of things in the program than jump up and rush towards the kitchen, amused to notice Jungkook hot on your heels.

You shove your hand in a glove and pull out the pan, your own stomach rumbling a little from the delicious smell of chocolate chip cookies. It probably also didn’t help that in your rush to prepare for your guest you might have forgotten your own meals.

You scoop them onto the wire rack, so focused in the work that you forgot about the other person beside you until his thieving hands begin reaching towards one of the scalding hot cookies. You smack it with the spatula.

“Let it cool,” you order unapologetically, forgetting for a moment he was an actual guest. His sheepish grin assured you that there were no hard feelings. And that he would probably do it again.

“Are you hungry for actual food?”

He nods quickly, helping himself to one of the bar stools at your prep counter.

“Yeah. I ate this morning, but then I had to finish this interview before they’d let me go free. And that means an hour in hair and makeup for five minutes of questions,” he rolls his eyes and props his cheek onto his hand as he watches you.

“Ugh,” you grunt sympathetically. You look around for the menu you’d made for the week and hand it to him. “Look this over, will you? Let me know if there’s anything you don’t like.”

He silently reads your list as you prepare him a plate of cookies and a glass of milk. And maybe you sneak a couple for yourself as well.

Finally, he nods and tosses it over. “It’s good. Maybe add some Korean food if you know how to make any. I noticed there weren’t any restaurants.”

“Yeah, this place isn’t really known for its diverse cuisine. But if you want fifty seafood places, we have you covered.”

He snorts, “Kinda like home.”

You laugh, remembering how many little food carts littered Busan’s beaches.

You place his snack in front of him and he dives in happily, his eyes wide with happiness. You slide into the seat next to him and study him.

“So, Jeon Jungkook. What are your plans for the week? Are you going to stick around the house most of the time or should I maybe find some places for you to visit? I have lots of friends that I can get tickets from.”

He takes a huge gulp of milk and sighs contentedly before he answers. He shrugs, “Mostly around here. This is my time to actually relax. Definitely going to the beach and taking some photos. Other than that, I don’t know.”

“Hmm,” you hum, propping your chin in your hand. “The main attractions out here are all marine-based, so it’s up to you if you want to see any of it or if it’s all just old news to a Busan boy. But we do have the marine sanctuary nearby, there’s whale watching, and I think the butterfly exhibit is still going on. It really depends on how far you’re willing to travel. Monterey has even more things to do.”

He looks almost shy when he glances up at you. “Is it okay if we just stay here tonight?”

Your filthy disgusting mind conjures up all sorts of things hearing a sentence like that coming from Jeon Jungkook’s mouth, but you gulp and hope your voice sounds normal.

“Yup. Of course. It’s your vacation. Most guests don’t even interact this much with me. They just check-in and have meals sent to their room.”

“It’s okay. I like having noona around,” he grins, his eyes crinkling mischievously. Brat.

He looks around suddenly. “Hey, where’s Thor?”

“I usually keep him in my room until I figure out how pet-friendly the guest actually is.”

“You can let him run around, I’m fine,” he grins with excitement and follows behind when you get up and head towards the stairs.

Once you reach the top you can already hear Thor sniffing on the other side. You fling open your bedroom door and let him practically fly towards Jungkook. The man tries to sneak a peek inside before you slam the door shut, not ready to let the international celebrity see your mess.

Instead, you nod towards the room across the hall and gesture with your arm.

“This one is yours.”

He grins softly and walks around peeking at everything, patting the covers of the bed until Thor jumps up. He sits next to him and nods.

“It’s so nice. You did a good job.”

“Thanks,” you grin lopsidedly as you take a quick look around. “I think I did okay too. I’m no interior designer, but I was hoping for homey.”

“It’s relaxing,” he agrees with a nod. “I couldn’t even do this with my own place. I just threw some blankets on the floor and set up my PC. I don’t even think I have proper dishes. I had to eat cereal out of the plastic bag inside,” he giggles.

You shake your head, unsurprised really.

“This TV is pretty big too,” he grunts as he climbs towards the headboard of the bed, then crosses his ankles with a sigh, setting against the plush pillow behind him and playing with the remote. “Do you get all the channels?”

“Yeah,” you nod, standing there awkwardly now as he gets comfortable. You should probably go make dinner now or something, right?

“Oh nice,” he suddenly exclaims exactly, tossing the remote away. “Deadpool is on. Come watch, noona,” he says, patting the spot next to him on the bed.

His eyes are huge and there’s not a single hint on his face that this is a joke. He looks innocent and earnest. Just where was this “shy” Jungkook you’d always heard about?

You shuffle towards the bed and slowly lower yourself onto it, trying your best to avoid actual contact with him. He didn’t seem to approve because he actually scooted closer until his rock hard thigh was pressed right up against yours.

“Get comfortable, noona. I don’t have rabies,” he chuckled, tugging you down a little more until you were sharing a pillow.

Fuck. How was it possible for a man to smell so good, you moaned in your head. Thor - the traitorous bastard - was cuddled in a circle right in between Jungkook’s legs. He looked well on his way to taking a nap.

You focus on the tv, not really watching the movie, and trying instead not to hyperventilate. He was so close and you didn’t know what to do with your hands. You felt like a nervous teenager.

It was probably midway through the movie when you first heard it. A tiny little wheeze. Then, the man next to you felt like he was slipping. You turn and grin when you notice that Jungkook is pretty much out for the count. His head has slipped right onto your shoulder and his mouth is wide open as he sleeps, his nose making a cute little rattle instead of outright snores.

You huff and look around, yawning as the feeling of laying in bed finally begins to catch up with you as well. You hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before, so it was understandable. But Jungkook probably didn’t get much sleep on a regular basis, so you’d hate to disturb him now. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to rest your eyes for a little bit. Just until it was time to make dinner.

You give in to the lazy feel of the room and shut your eyes, snuggling into the pillow a little more. You barely noticed when a strong arm flipped you over gently and pulled you closer.

[littlemeangreen]

Happy snake day awkward-birthday-girl

@awkward-snake-girl HooWah this is late I’m so sorry about it god but I didn't like some of it and then I got distracted so the whole time of writing is me forgetting and then deleting and rewriting b UT!

“O-oh, Mahogany!” Mattie’s face was pulled into a tight smile as she stared down at the carcass of a bear. Where did the Jötun even get or find a bear this size? Actually, she wasn’t sure she wanted to know. Not when Mahogany’s jaw made those awful cracking noises and rows of teeth eventually pushed back into a regular jaw, even though the Jötun kept two large fangs that made them look like the foo dog statues Mattie had seen once. “Where did you...get this? And wh-why?” 

Mahogany tilted their head before chirping and patting the large corpse. “S’a gift! For you! Ya like gifts, ya?” A lot of humans liked them apparently and Mattie had always been nice so obviously she deserved the best gifts of them all! It was rather smart of them to get her something she could eat for weeks and not worry about finding fresh meat. 

They hoped that Mattie would like the meat. Mahogany had gotten into a rather bad fight in order to take it out and it was probably obvious by the sight of long scratches along their back. The Jötun chuffed happily when Mattie’s face softened and the small mutant reached out towards them, running her hands along their arm. Really...it was a sweet gesture, even if it seemed that Mattie was going to be forced to deal with a bear’s corpse for whoever knows how long.

Mattie heard another chuff of joy before she was being nuzzled and a rough tongue began to swipe across her cheek, making the snake mutant grin. SHe grinned even more when Mahogany pulled away and tilted their head. “Ya wan’nah ride me in’a for’rest?”

“Heck yeah!”

**********

She tried to not smile as Skaar led her along the hall. It was easy to tell that Skaar was being careful to not let Mattie trip or hear anything that could give away the surprise that was waiting for her. 

“Okay,” the grey hulk finally removed his large hands from Mattie’s face, delighting in the way her face pulled into an expression of shock and delight. “Mattie can look now!” He had been working on her surprise for days, enough time that Skaar had needed the rest of the smashers to try and distract Mattie in comical ways over time. 

But it had been worth it, to see Mattie’s flick of joy across her face when Skaar opened the doors to reveal a dozen of baby raptors waddling around the living room. Leader was sat in the middle of them, looking more exhausted by the moment when he had small mouths nipping at him constantly. He seemed relived when Mattie and Skaar appeared, causing the raptors to come running towards them. 

“Oh my gooosh!” The snake mutant cooed, immediately falling to her knees so the little sweethearts could run up to her and crawl onto her lap. How darling were they? She sent a grin up to Skaar, who smiled back gently and was careful as he got to his own knees, chuckling happily as a raptor chirped and flicked its tongue over his hand. They were so small and delicate and they needed to be protected at all costs. 

Mattie gave a soft look before it suddenly became a question of what she was doing with such tiny cute creatures. “Skaar? What’s all this about?” Mattie asked, smiling when one of the raptors flicked his tongue over her fingers. “I mean, I’m not arguing against more sweet babies, but I thought Red and Hulk said no to having any more pets.” Which she supposed was true, there were a lot of animals around the base over time...

Skaar shrugged, not exactly wanting to tell Mattie that this had been done purely for her. Not because he didn’t want Mattie to not know she was loved! But Skaar knew that his girlfriend enjoyed surprises, mysteries of romance. He didn’t understand it exactly, but Skaar knew that he wanted to give this to Mattie. To make her happy. 

“Thank you, it means a lot-” She was going to say more about how such a gesture made her almost want to cry...but then the raptors tackled her and Mattie forgot about it completely in the midst of laughing happily. 

**********

“Dae? Don’t you think this might be...” Mattie tried to not look so shocked at the sight of food almost overflowing on the table. There were a lot of meat dishes after Mattie had shared that she needed a fair bit of protein in her diet, but there were also a large amount of treats ranging from cakes to smaller baked goods such as batches of cookies and cupcakes. 

It was almost too much really and Mattie would have said so if it weren’t for the fact that she knew such a thing would hurt Dae. He showed affection through such gestures and it wasn’t like Mattie could ruin that for him...

The diamond-studded man blushed, or at least, did the gesture where he looked away and Mattie got the sense that he was blushing. It made her softened and after a moment, reach out to hold Dae’s covered hand. She wished that she could hold it properly and give him the affection most friends deserved. But Dae seemed happy enough with that as he smiled and gave the smallest squeeze back. 

“Too muh-much?” He finished her sentence and smiling bashfully, reaching up to play with a curl of his hair. “I kn-know but y-you deserve n-nice foods ah-and you al-always try and bake s-stuff for me!” It was too sweet of her and that’s why Dae felt like doing this, as a way to repay some of Mattie’s kindness...as well as a certain other gestures, like the one who was currently knocking at the door. 

It was going to hopefully be a good surprise, especially since Dae knew Mattie loved others like her, liked the fact that it made her feel less like a freak to have other people like her around. 

(A good part of Dae said that Mattie just liked the company and being able to relate to people like her but a bad part of Dae, the part that scrambled for survival with Iris, said that she just wanted people less human than her around to make herself feel much better.) 

(Dae ignored that part of him with everything he could muster. It wasn't fair or right to think in that manner.)

"Its oh-open!" Dae called out, knowing that the person on the other side of the door could hear perfectly. Mattie had given him a rather intense questioning look and the diamond-studded man knew that she would have worried about someone seeing her scales if it wasn't for the fact that Dae hadn't raced to cover his face. It was part of the surprise, one that he knew Mattie would love to meet.

Lace walked in, already unsurely checking around the building before his silver eyes fell onto Mattie and Dae. He still seemed to fiddle for the door for a brief moment before taking a step in and waving awkwardly. Dae waved back, a soft smile on his face when he saw Lace's eyes expand at the sight of all the treats. It made sense that a man made monster would need to eat a lot and he would have been happy to provide that for Lewis.

Lace's eyes fell onto Mattie and Dae could year the snake mutant gasp as silver and yellow scales bloomed across his face.

"Oh my gosh! You're a mutant too!" Mattie exclaimed in delight and if Dae was free with his emotions, he would have giggled at the squint Lace gave, the brief flicker of confusion before he felt his face up and relaxed, laughing awkwardly as he shut the door and made a bee - uh, snake? - line towards a particularly sweet looking cupcake.

"Aha, ah, no." Lace shrugged and winced a little when Mattie wilted in confusion. She was...cute and sweet, but he didn't want to give off the wrong idea in case she got in over her head. "I'm not...anything really." When he saw her confused face, Lace waved a hand and offered a small smile, telling her that he could explain more to her later. It wouldn't be good to make her feel upset over what he was when she was supposed to be spoiled.

And besides, that wasn't what he was here for. Lace cleared his throat, rolled his shoulders and took a small thread of joy in the fact that he had been granted permission to have an obvious display of his powers. There was an ugly series of cracks and soon Mattie was staring with shocked reverence at the long connecting Naga tail.

"Oh my gosh," Mattie said.

"Yeah." Lace agreed, already wondering what she would ask him to turn into.

**********

"Lady Mattie!"

Said Mattie jumped as Edith's voice rang out over the living room she was lucky she hadn't been doing any sewing but it wasn't exactly Edith's fault. Asgardians would always be loud and expressive and that trait wouldn't change no matter what happned.

She gave a small smile as the tall woman whisked her way into the room, a self imposed mission was already clear to see on Edith's broad face. Honestly, if Red and Jen had a child, Mattie could clearly see their daughter being like Edith. The Valkyrie in training tended to treat everything like a mission and originally that had worried Mattie until Wulf had laughed and waved it aside, explaining that Edith would constantly be pulled in very direction if she were to not have a clear goal at all hours.

Mattie wasn't too sure what that could have meant but she wouldn't argue with a woman in her three hundreds.

"Yes? Is something wrong?" The snake mutant asked, furrowing her brows slightly. Nothing seemed to be wrong...

It made Mattie relax a little more when Edith noticed her worry and held up a reassuring hand. "Calm yourself lass, 'tis a matter of honour and great blight as we run into battle." Oh. That...sounded like Edith was inviting her to some sort of fight? Mattie wasn't really one for those, but she was willing to bet that it would be for a good cause if Edith was insistent on it.

The Asgardian smiled when Mattie seemed to give her full attention and waved her hand, making the small plants around Mattie's apartment bloom. "Lady Mattie, I have come to the realisation that most Midgardian women do not know the joy of finding a weapon that suits them." Alright, Mattie supposed she could see where this was going now and honestly, it was interesting to here Edith talk about these things.

She wasn't quite into weapons, and it must have shown on her face before Edith held up another hand, this time flicking it in a motion as Mattie felt her head get heavier with laurels. "Aye, I know you are soft at heart and do not enjoy the brush of a good fight. Which is why I also implied the help of...ah..."

Now this was making the snake mutant tilt her head in interest as roses started to bloom on the collar of Edith's shirt. Mattie almost wanted to ask what was up with it before she heard a familiar voice call out.

"Edith!" Jen blew out a breath as she walked in, shaking her head and raising an eyebrow at the shorter woman. "Maybe warn me next time when you're going to use trees to propel yourself forward?" She hardly seeme to notice the shift in flowers or the way that Edith looked away with a small nod.

Oh. Mattie bit back a grin and instead smiled sweetly towards Jen, getting up and laughing happily when the green hulk lifted her up for a hug. She would absolutely corner Edith and find out more about this later. But as of right now, she beamed when Jen placed her down gently, admitting the beautiful light blue dress she was wearing.

"I assume Edith told you about the weapons right?" Jen asked and smiled when Mattie nodded. "Oh good! Well, the weapons thing is because Edith wants you to find something a little more...you after I told her that Red gave you your dagger and I figured that maybe we could do a little bit of clothes shopping while we were at it!" It would be a fun day out with all of them and honestly, it would be nice to hang out with giant women.

"Sounds fun." Mattie smiled, giggling a little when Jen began to usher her towards her bedroom to get changed. It almost made her laugh to imagine it like a big dog ushering a small cat around.

"Hell yeah! Now be quick while I keep Goldie here company." Sunflowers suddenly bloomed across Jen's curls as Edith swallowed nervously and Mattie laughed harder. She would have to choose something floral today.

***********

"'Ey." Sal chucked the gift bag onto Mattie's bed, face heating up as he looked away. "For you." As if Mattie was going to magically assume he had gotten this for her Ma or some shit.

The snake mutant jumped, glancing at Sal in surprise before looking down at the bag. It was...pretty actually. The bag was light blue and had dark blue swirls with little silver seashells stuck onto them. When opened, Mattie's eyes widened at the gifts inside. There wasn't a card with it, but that was alright. Mattie knew that Sal had issues with reading and writing so she was unothered. Besides, the actual contents of the bag were quickly distracting here.

There was a flower necklace, pure white with little blue jewels embedded into them. There were bracelets, gold and silver with the same blue gems embedded as well as a silver dress. There also seemed to be a lot of bath and bath items, which always seemed to be Sal's go to. Which was also appreciated since depsite Sal's flaws and the alien's idea of beauty could be...bad at times. But it often meant that he got why Mattie didn't like her skin.

Mattie looked up at the hybrid with wide eyes, already smiling brightly. Her fingers were itching to pull Sal into a hug and he probably sensed that, judging by the way he moved away a step and shoved a hand through his hair.

"Look, jus'...enjoy the gift an' stuff." He told the snake mutant, waving a hand as Sal smiled...or smirked. Mattie wasn't too sure of the difference but she liked this smile. Sal always got a little bashful and and he refused to look at her in the face, but Mattie got the idea of what he was trying to say.

She smiled, looking down into the gift bag one more time before clinging it close to her chest. "Thank you Sal." It was a nice gift and she would make good use of it, especially when she later checked and saw that he got the good soaps, ones that didn't burn her scales.

The bubbles smelt like brownies too.

**********

Betty flapped her wings once, not paying any mind to the way Mattie squeaked and held on tighter. She didn't mind how tight the snake meant half on, Betty wouldn't really feel it, even if Mattie had more strength than the average human.

Apart from that, most things were still from how high up they were. The breeze was enough that she only needed to flap occasionally to stay up, relying on the breezes of the wind to stay afloat with ease while her Betty Jrs were flapping around, asking if they could soar yet and gossiping.

"Um, Betty?" Mattie shuddered in the air, not wanting to look down or face what would happen if the larger woman decided to let her fall. She almost hadn't wanted to come up here to the sky, but Betty always looked her happiest up in the sky and...well, Mattie can't say that it didn't look fun. So when Betty caught onto her staring and spread her wings to let Mattie climb onto her back.

She had been right. The view was stunning, all dry lands that shouldn't have been filled with life but were. Mattie could make out small animals living their lives and the flight had been wonderful, until Betty stopped in midair and hadn't moved in around ten minutes. Mattie had no idea what she was waiting for she had only begun to tense up more before Betty spoke.

"We're going to fall." The harpy said and after a beat of silence, carried on when Mattie made a nervous nosie. "And then fly."

"Fly?" She wanted to ask Betty what the point of that was, why they had to wait in the air like this. But she had hardly gotten another word in before Betty snapped her wings shut and let them fall.

Mattie's heart stopped and she began to scream.

They were plummeting, air rushing out of Mattie's lungs as the ground came closer and closer to her face.

Did Betty know that Mattie wouldn't survive such a fall? Was this a spark of the other Betty? The snake mutant wanted to scream, to beg the other woman to stop and pull up before she lost her life and Betty died for a few hours before she would rise again.

A small part of Mattie couldn't help but make comparisons to Jean Grey, before the school had blown up and she had fled with thoughts and fears of a woman who had fire in her veins and heart.

But just before they hit the ground, Betty's wings snapped upon and they suddenly soared in the air again, rising higher and making the snake mutant's stomach flutter from the force and feelings of it. Mattie couldn't even find it within herself to be upset with Betty about the action, especially when Mattie gazed upwards and locked eyes with Ava, who was gliding above them within a flock of bats that casted out the sunset.

It would have been a terrifying sight towards anyone else. But Mattie knew Ava and she couldnt grin hard enough at the fact that she had been showered with amazing gifts over the past few weeks and as she flew, with bats and birds gently looping around her and occasionally landing to be pet, Mattie thought that things wouldn't have been able to change more drastically from her old lives or that she had finally amassed a collection of good memories and friends that couldn't possibly get any better.

She got proven wrong later that night and laughed harder than ever when Rick and Mahogany started to have a limbo contest that ended up with them kicking Rick around like a ball.

[lowkeyhockey]

(sugar, we’re) going down swinging - miro heiskanen (part i)

Pairing: Miro Heiskanen/Reader; Reader is Tyler Seguin’s sister

Mentions: Tyler Seguin, (brief mentions of) Jamie Benn, Roope Hintz

Warnings: Mentions of past underaged drinking, sexual connotations, cursing

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Miro Heiskanen has a sweet tooth. TSeg’s sister has a coffeeshop and a knack for putting new twists on familiar recipes. 

The writer has previously made a promise for a fake dating trope, but that’s coming in the next part. In this part, pls enjoy the coffeeshope trope, because we’re seeing how many tropes this baby can fit. 

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"Iced mocha for Tyler Seguin," you call out to the half-full coffeeshop, mostly because you know it would piss him off. 

 It works, too - Ty only wants attention when he feels like it, and the dumbass is way too used to getting exactly what he wants - and you grin as you watch Miro Heiskanen make his way over to you at the counter, while big brother glares at you from the table they'd claimed in the far corner. 

 He's wearing a pair of sunglasses indoors like the douche that he truly is, but still. You don't need to see his eyes to know that he's glaring. He's either trying to go incognito or trying to survive a hangover, and he's never fun while doing either things. 

 So you focus on Miro instead, and you focus on annoying him. The kid really is too sweet for his own good. You'd practically be doing him a favour, if you get him to lose his cool for even a moment or two. 

 "Baby, you're not a rookie anymore," you coo at him as he gets closer, mostly because you know it would make him blush, and that works, too. He makes no move to take his hands out of his pockets, though, and you wonder idly how he plans on bringing the coffee back over for Ty. 

 "You don't have to keep letting my brother boss you around," you tell him after a pause, only-half to remind him that he should maybe get to it now that he's already given in, and he gives a shrug - which is probably about as expressive a reaction as he's physically capable of. 

 "Kinda do, he's still got the A," Miro says, and you're just about to protest when you spot the smile playing at the corners of his lips. 

 Point to Miro. 

 As reward, you move away from the cashier counter to the display case right to the side, filling a plate with an apple strudel you know he likes to treat himself with and a small cheese tart. It's a Japanese recipe, adapted where and how you'd felt like it because peanut butter's awesome in pastries and recipes in general are for squares, and you'd been looking for a guinea pig to try them out on. 

 Preferably before you eat the whole batch. 

 He follows you as you move, looking only mildly intrigued, though he fully raises an eyebrow - that's, like, 1.5 expressions in one day! - when you set the plate down in front of him. 

 "You sass my brother, you get a treat," you explain to him, grinning, and it takes him a moment before he smiles back. 

 Point to you. 

 "Okay, sure, thanks," he says, like a free pastry's gone and made his day, and it's so sweet that you think he's trying to give you cavities. Or maybe he's trying to sweet not-talk you into giving him more pastries, and thus the cavities. 

"You trying a new recipe with the tart? I haven't seen it before, I can tell you what I think about it after," he says, because of course he knows your routine by now, and you almost reach out to pat his head - he's too cute. 

 "I'll give you a couple extra if you like them," you promise, because A) he likes almost everything, B) customers at the coffeeshop rarely try a cake or pastry they haven't seen in the display case a couple of times, out of a healthy fear of your more creative recipe-redesigns, and C) you know your brother's good for it. 

 But Miro nods, looking pleased, as though you haven't just done a whole cost-benefit analysis in your head, and you decide to throw in a couple of strudels in his to-go bag later either way. 

 You watch him as he makes his way back to his table, noting that yours isn't the only female head turned in his direction. That's what you get for opening a coffeeshop in a university area, you guess. 

 You know you should be getting back to work, and you tell yourself that you know — but you don't actually do it until you see Miro taking a bite out of the tart. You don't really see how he feels about it, but you do see him smacking Tyler's hand away when Ty reaches for the strudel, and as you turn back to work you're feeling inexplicably pleased. 

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 "Please  make more strudel, more cheese peanut butter tart," the note in your suggestion box reads. When you'd opened the note a ten dollar bill had dropped out, which you'd always found funny - Miro understands the concept of tipping, kinda. 

 But he'd always include a tip with his suggestions, and it always makes you feel like he's trying to bribe your into making more of whatever it is that he wants. 

 Usually it's the apple strudel, because it's insanely popular and he'd come by after practice a couple of times to find that you're sold out. Those days, he usually leaves in a sulk - and it's funny to you, that you know what Miro in a sulk even looks like. 

 Sometimes it's about one of your new recipes - a comment of critique, or just asking you to keep making more of exactly what you just did. He's a surprisingly good taster, capable of figuring out if you'd tweaked your recipes even the tiniest bit, and he's not shy about making his feelings on the changes known - at least in writing. 

 Sara, your assistant-slash-boss reads the note over your shoulder and snorts, dancing away before you could swat at her. 

 "Just give that boy a trial run and get him the fuck over it, you'd be doing him a favor," she tells you, ducking before the plastic takeaway dessert fork you tossed at her would have hit her. "I'm not kidding, babe," she tells you, popping up again like a demented prairie dog, and you would roll your eyes at her except she's looking uncharacteristically serious. "Does he not understand the concept of cheat day? It's not called cheat coffeeshop."

 And you roll your eyes at her after all, even though she's not wrong, exactly. But you can't bring yourself to complain about how often Miro swings by, whether it's with Tyler or Jamie or the rest of the Finnish mafia. Sometimes he swings by alone, too, and you secretly like those days best, because he usually spends those visita hovering around the counter or in the kitchen or in your office with you - eating slowly, almost delicately at his pastries, and pushing your hands away whenever you or Sara try to steal a taste of whatever he seems to be enjoying so much. 

 He visits way more than anyone else on the team, even Tyler, and Ty visits often enough that your coffeeshop's kinda known for him. Your coffeeshop - his - Sara's, whatever you want to call it. The coffeeshop started out as Sara's, a modest and kinda rundown little place until you and Tyler had decided to sweep in.

 The thing is, you're known in your family as being a little flighty - a reputation you can't even make any arguments against while still being honest and fair. And you like to think you're almost always honest and fair. But there's just so much of the world to experience, and so little time to experience it all in - it drives you crazy, sometimes, all the things you're not doing, and your family understands that. 

 Even supports you in that, maybe a little more than they should. But hey, Ty could definitely afford it. 

 When you announced to your family that you're dropping out of pre-med and going to baking and pastry arts school, your mom had protested for about a week until Tyler had called about this - Sara's coffeeshop, a little rundown but it's been around for about as long as time, a local no-frills favourite in downtown Dallas and if you wanted to go to school you can damn well make sure you like what would be waiting for you when you get out of it first. 

 He bought out a fifty percent share of the coffeeshop, and let you know that it's a loan - a gift only if you follow through with it. He let Sara know she's in charge of the business as a whole, while you're in charge of the kitchens - more specifically, the pastries and whatever hot menu items you decide to add on. 

 Before you and Mr. Moneybags had joined the staff, the coffeeshop had been seriously no-frills - it sold coffee and cold sandwiches and that was about it. Some of the regular crowd had stayed around for your menu overhaul, but you'd brought in a younger crowd, too, students and hipsters and puckbunnies (though you've yet to call any of them that to their faces). 

 That was about two years ago, so you think you have a pretty good track record - two years of balancing school and working on your own recipes and prepping pastries to be sold and learning how to balance the business's books, because you'd learned that that's something you need to get used to (inventories, dealing with receipts and regular payments to suppliers and so on) and if you try to add business classes on top of everything else you might die. 

 (So much for wanting to try and do everything all at once.) 

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 Two years of working at the coffeeshop, at building it from the near-ground (sorry, Sara) up has matured you - at least, that's what you tell Tyler right before you slam back two shots of vodka, one coming neatly after the other, waiting for the burn to die down before you punch an arm victoriously into the air. 

 "You could pretend that was your first drink," Jamie says to you from where he's leaning against the counter - even with you perched on top of it, ankles crossed as neatly as anyone could possibly want, you don't have to look down much to look him in the eye. His eyes are crinkled with amusement, his voice low and easy, and you lean down to press a kiss against his forehead - beaming at the perfect imprint your red lipstick leaves behind. 

 "Why start my first night as a twenty-one year old with a lie?" you ask him, grinning wide, and he's laughing up at you one moment and pushed away the next, Tyler's beaming face replacing his as he lifts you off the counter and sets you on the ground. The crowd cheers at that, for some reason, the party a mix of your bakery school friends and some loyal customers and some of Tyler's teammates, and you let big brother lead you to the cake you'd baked yourself. 

 No one else would know exactly what you'd want, you'd said, and Miro had shot back a quietly sassy. "that's because no one else would think to put that much rum in a cake," which. 

 Point to Miro. 

 But you can see Miro's face across the cake, smiling at you in the candlelight after the lights are switched off and everyone is gathered around to sing you happy birthday, and if he's willing to die by alcohol poisoning by birthday cake then that's alright by you, too. 

 "Make a wish," Sara shouts, sounding like she doesn't need the cake's help, and after catching Tyler's gaze you close your eyes - so no one knows that you'd wish for exactly this - before leaning down to blow out the candles. 

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 Two hours later, you're perched on the counter again, legs swinging idly as you watch Roope dance on one of the nearby tables. You're wondering, in a purely academic kind of way, how many gyrations it'll take before the table comes crashing down - it's a lucky thing you and Tyler had renovated the coffeeshop and swapped out all of the furniture, or that would definitely have happened the moment he'd climbed on. 

 And then you'd be short one extremely important scientific study. 

 You're distracted from your research by Miro coming in close - too close, standing between your legs, his waist is slim, you realise, when you realise you can comfortably sit with it between your knees. The knowledge makes you warm all over and you want to say that you don't know why, except you do. 

 "Water?" he asks, as though you're not clearly thirsty for something else, and you're blinking at him to confirm you'd heard right. You get a little sidetracked by his grin, but then you follow his nod down to the glass in his hand, taking another moment before you accept it. 

 And sip, closing your eyes again because you can feel his gaze on you, feel the warmth of his hands on your thighs, just above your knees but under the hem of your dress. You don't put the glass down until you've drank about half of it, and when you do, it's to rest both your wrists on his shoulders, like a parody of a slow dance. 

 Or like you're putting the two of you in some private circle, away from the noise of the crowd. His eyes are gorgeous from this close - and he's flushed, but they're too clear, watching you with something between wariness and want. 

 "You're sober," you say, and the word comes out like an accusation, and Miro blushes even harder - before his eyes narrow at you. "I'm twenty, I don't really drink when I’m here - you're not?" he asks, and in the same heartbeat his hands are off you, resting on either side of your legs on the counter instead. 

 He looks genuinely concerned, it's adorable, and you lace your hands together behind his neck before he could escape completely. "I'm not, like, wasted," you tell him, and when he looks unconvinced, you lean down to press your forehead against his - so at least you wouldn't have to see it. 

 "Promise I'm not, baby," you say, the endearment coming as easily to you as it always has, and you wonder if his shoulders always tense when you say it. His hands move, slow and uncertain, to rest around your waist, and you smile a little. "I'm just a little tipsy, a lot happy. Did you see Roope dancing on the table?"

 "Yeah, that's why I brought you the water. Didn't want you getting any ideas," he says, and you laugh a little.  

 "I'm not going to ask why you're worried about me," you tell him, pulling back to look him in the eye again, and he's not looking uncomfortable now - just a little curious, just a lot fond. 

 "You think you know why?" he asks, and he's tilting his face up just right - you have your hands holding his face steady for you in the next heartbeat, you're pressing your lips to his like you'd been wanting to for months now, you feel him kissing you back, then deepening the kiss, confident and needy and sure - 

 and then he's gone. 

 And this time Tyler's not even to blame - you look around a little dazed, wondering if he'd spotted the two of you and came over, pushing Miro aside like he'd done to Jamie, wondering if you're more drunk thank you thought. 

 "Finish the water, Y/N," Miro says, because Miro had decided to pull away all by himself, and he's looking at you with - you don't even know. "I'll get you another glass, and then I should probably go. Happy birthday again, thanks for the - birthday kiss." 

 And then he really is gone, pushing his way through the crowd, and then you start wishing that you are drunk. 

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Apart from The Chive, in choosing 5 best hookup Tinder strategies and statistics to get laid we used an interesting piece of advice given by successful male Tinder users on Bustle and official. The Best Tinder Bios to Get Laid. I’m going to come right out and say it; there are no best Tinder bios to get laid. Your Tinder bio is the least important facet of your profile to get laid. If you want to get laid on Tinder, you need good photos first. No matter how witty your profile description is, it won’t make up for unattractive photos.

When these 3 appeared on TV, many viewers were stunned by how ordinary they were.

I mean, they’re good-looking. BUT they’re not the hottest people you’ve ever seen. Instead, what sets them apart is they’ve mastered the art of making a killer Tinder profile. Like this one:

If you’re an average-looking guy who wants to clean up on Tinder like the best, these are the Tinder profile examples you need. Here are their secrets.

1. About Me Examples (Copy-Paste)

According to guys with the most high-performing Tinder profiles, your “about me” tagline needs to be light-hearted and short.

Avoid raising red flags with whining or complaints, sexual innuendo, or anything negative. Try one of these proven Tinder taglines:

“If you like water, you already like 72 percent of me.”

“I’ll treat you the way Kanye treats Kanye.”

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“I know all the words to ‘Butterfly’ by ‘Crazy Town’.”

“I can make a better sandwich than you.”

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a) Copy the best profiles— use all six slots.

The best Tinder profiles start with a clear shot of the person’s face.

For the rest, variety is key: a pic with friends, in a suit, travel pic, hobby candid, athletic candid.

b) Test your pics on Photofeeler to find your best.

The best of Tinder have great photos of themselves. They aren’t the most attractive people necessarily, but they know how to sell themselves with a picture.

Most guys COMPLETELY FAIL at using pictures that are even as attractive as they are in real life. Most guys choose pics that bring their number down.

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I don’t mind telling you- that for whatever reason you think you need to copy paste something about yourself from a web page, you are wrong. I hate beating around the bush so am going to cut right to chase. As gayish and as girlish as it may sound, folks…write what you are. Yeah and do sprinkle some necessary ingredients along with sarcasm, humor, wits, stay cute a bit, reflect you’re a man of words and most importantly for god sake’s don’t fake.Read along everything you need to know about tinder bios to flourish with a maximum number of swipes. I will let you know few best pointers to follow once you are on to write down about you on tinder, and you will see how the plus counting will follow once you build your bio according to your personality traits. Well, there has to be some chance of you knowing the fact that bios are written to let the other party know what you are like.Frankly, the statistics have been done. Yet, needless to say, a human brain works in peculiar ways my friend, mostly when it comes to online dating. Every individual listed are not looking for something special and you will come across that some time or the other. It’s really important to say that reflects your personality and your intentions as a whole. You don’t want yourself lying dead in some dark alley because you dated a criminal or worse scenario you attracted some psychotic to be your date.I am going to show you few of the best bios where you can understand and learn how amazingly you can frame out your words because as long as online dating and tinder is concerned, WORDS play to be a lethal weapon in grabbing attention and gaining a maximum number of swipes.Related article: 10 Best Hookup apps you’re searching for!

6 BEST TINDER BIO FOR BOYS

Boys are a different race altogether and the way their alternatively wired brains function are utterly praiseworthy. I mean come on, if you are a guy reading this, you probably have a smirk on your face because I know you feel me. See there isn’t anything terrific about writing a mind-blowing bio in tinder. It takes nothing more than some smoking words to set the girlish brains on fire with a first glance and BOOM! you’re a right swipe.

1. No Fuss Bio

There is an absolute requirement for being straightforward while you writing on tinder and being a guy its necessary for you lay down your intentions on the table like whiskey on the rocks. Let me just show you an example from a guy’s tinder bio I peeped into from my sister’s phone that sounded something like this-“Like living alone, Food, cold beer, dogs, sci-fi books, rock music, love to discuss and talk about everything related to being creepy, ask me for skating in Michigan lake, people my kind will be appreciated”Dude… even I would swipe back right for this guy for being so straight up. This is how you’ve got to nail the bio shit on Tinder. It’s all very straightforward and this guy seems to know what he wants to reflect to a girl.

2. Creative Stuff

Creativity is picking out your own flaws and selling them a hand on fist. Boys, if you have to rate to the top, you really have to dig out some creative stuff trending on tinder. I mean you won’t imagine the level of creativity guys put into their tinder bios. Don’t believe me yet? Check this out-

“Facts about me only on request.

I go six feet without heels and 6’6 with, got a six tuxedo wardrobe so don’t hesitate to ask me out for summer weddings. Friends call me outgoing but I don’t mind Netflix on my couch if you are comfortable doing me there”Now that’s humor and creativity blended into a nice morning smoothie to gulp down for chick’s on fleek. Creativity has always been sexy. Take an artist or a musician for an example… girls scream and sigh to be with one.

3. Laid Back Me

When I say ‘Be you’, take it seriously because there is absolutely no need to pretend about your laziness, if only I could add a LOL here I would. So what I mean to say is if you are laid back, PLEASE let it reflect in your bio. Girls aren’t much behind boys these days when it comes to craziness and some of them love petting guys. So if you are lazy and romantic so be that to the fullest. Take a look at this guy who totally nailed it when it came to reflecting his interests.“Love traveling, surfing, tech is my thing, long walks on the beach, spontaneous trips to Paris for freshly baked bread would be great for weekends, I am a guy to have espresso with, take your chances I might just get off the market soon”Aweee, as gayish as it may sound… this dude sounds unreal! But guys reading this please try to be romantic for F sake. It’s required sometimes. Girls would love a lazy weekend and awesome sunset walks along the beach and know it’s absolutely addicting when it comes to Paris and freshly baked bread.

4. Humor off Radar

Adding humor to tender bio is adding fuel to fire. You don’t agree? You will be surprised how easy it gets to have right swipes when you have a sprinkle of funny write up to showcase on tinder. It’s to build up that “want to know him more” thing in their forever working brains.

“I am an astronaut, appeared for the cover of GQ and later became a French spy. I am psychic and love time traveling, recently have been to 2025 and saw myself sailing across the Caribbean with a girl with red hair, shaken yet?Okay exaggerated a bit, but I did complete science as major and luckily can humor more than the regular once in my batch, gotta swipe right to know more about me”That was too cute to have been said he sounded futuristically unreal for a girl to fit her brains around, any which ways, do try out humor because girls love it. Humor is all that a smart girl looks for with some mix of right attitude and sexy along the side.

5. Short and Attractive

There is always space for you to be all sexy with the max effect. And that’s how few men do it with least minimum action words but with more depth.

“Dog lover, food is worshipHave been a drummer so love banging”

Cool bro, this guy is all set to get laid on his first date, mentioning about his musical skills and all. Not that I am jealous, just saying.

6. Lengthy yet Interesting

If you are planning to write a long list of details about you, make sure you sound interesting. No girl has time to really open up to a complete essay about you even before she knows you in person. Save them some time, and even if you do write, write some insanely sexy words to blow their mind off, then and there.

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“Precise EnglishAwesome cookRegular to gymFoodieDisney World returnOwner of three cars Love to ride Audi on Saturdays” Over 40 friends date. That is some really good stuff and it explains how writing lengthy can pay off in the end.

6 BEST TINDER BIO FOR GIRLS

I guess girls on tinder don’t really have to worry about getting right swipes because they already do. Yet I exactly know where their interest lies… girls face problems in getting the right swipe from the right person. But there isn’t a lot of hard work to get what you want on tinder.Best tinder bios for girls are the ones which are really witty and yet again straightforward. They always rank to gain the highest swipes on tinder. Check out our six best bios for girls after which you too can easily take some ideas and tweak around to build up your own flawless tinder bio.

1. The Perfect One

A perfect bio build up by a girl reflects how serious they are with tinder profile and that is actually a good thing for boys to handle. Girls, if you are a fan of building up a nice and perfect bio about yourself then please go ahead like this one

“I love dogs, and prefer men in shape because I find men out of shape to be overly sensitive somehow”

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It reflects what kind of men you like and a little glimpse of your liking as well. It really leaves something to the imagination of men, just don’t forget to add up a nice display picture.

2. The Realist

Realist girls would love bios like these and why not do something similar when it comes to building your own bio? I suggest you write something which really turns out to be an exact replica of your realist nature. It really does work. Guys love girls who are clear with their ideas and aren’t afraid to express that on tinder. Take a look at this bio for an instance“I like long walks on the beach, and i know why you are swiping along instead being surrounded by friends because somewhere your search is still on, know that i like to cuddle in baggy clothes while I watch Netflix happily all weekends, so don’t expect me to dress up and go out for a date night when am all cozy, and just so you know I am currently in an open relationship with 3 female roommates, text to let me know if that would be a problem with you?”

Wow, that’s just so inviting. I mean you read this and it’s like “let’s see if her roommates are out this weekend”.

3. The Cheesy One

This is my personal favorite because it’s amazing how guys react to a cheesy pickup line or bio. It’s like cheesy words just drills a deep impact on them and they are golden. Yet nothing can beat the kind of cheesy stuff girls write on tinder these days sure you can if you put in that effort but first check out these two which turns out to be gaining thousands on swipes overnight“I believe men have two emotions to the maximum, Hungry and Horny. If I don’t see with an erection I might get you your favorite sandwich”“Since I’m good with cooking I can make you some dessert but if you are hungry for oversweet dishes there is always me”It’s so cheesy that any guy would swipe right. Don’t just copy paste through built up your own because there is nothing like putting your own words into action and see the results.Related Article:=' color:=''>='color:>Best Flirting App for both iOS and Android=' color:=''>='color:>

4. The Pizza Lover

I personally categorize people into two different sects, one who likes pizza and the other one you know who. I know girls like 99.9% are in love with pizza and it’s utterly cute when that is reflected on your tinder bio. Get that extra sense of your pizza love into play and build up a tinder bio. Believe me, guys love girls when they talk about eating, I mean that intensity itself is mind-blowing to them. “Finally to have someone of the same taste, pizza lover if you are reading this grab your chance and rescue another pizza lover from these mundane”

“You might not know me yet but if pizzas are your thing only then bother texture”

My God, it’s hard to believe but trust me pizza lovers do take their obsession to next level. It’s almost like a religion to them. So girls if you have a certain obsession with food, please bring it up in your tinder bio because real is always attractive.

5. The Dark Side

Once you decide to type your tinder bio by explaining something about your dark side, don’t step back, guys love reading something different out of the ordinary and it’s so cool. To be honest, don’t start planning a murder in your bio or discuss about a long lost crime you did as a child. But be that girl if you are little nasty, that is like 10/10 for boys to swipe right for.

“Can you meet me in the dark alley beside barneys in 20 min? Lol”

“I love star wars, watching saw after midnight, a game of thrones is a religion for me and I breathe and eat Vikings, oh! Also, I can’t sleep before I repeat watching an episode of my favorite psychological thriller Hannibal. Text if you match my taste”

Wow, that’s like sex with words, I would love to know about this girl more and more and you just know what I mean.

6. The Captivating One

I know most of you would think this one is probably the best one of them all. I guess it has to be because being captivating is something that not all girls can carry. Truth must be told it’s really important to understand the mentality of a guy when he has been swiping more than hundred profiles daily.Making your profile captivating and getting them hooked to your don’t really take much effort yet it does require a little tweaking of words to get to frame that perfect sentence that can really blow their mind off the radar.

“I wonder why would you be on tinder if you’re already.Taken?”

That is exactly what you want your guys to know about you- Nothing. In that way, they will swipe right and your work starts there… to sort the best among the rest.

How Can Tinder Bios Reflect You As A Person??

I am literally writing an answer to this question because it has been asked on our website for like a zillion times. Tinder bio reflects a great deal of a persona and it’s not just about how witty, pretty, funny or awesome you can sound but what you really are as a person. I know it sounds bookish as few words can’t reflect a person’s nature but you really can make a difference. If you are looking for something to match your taste then know that the other person writing about themselves are looking for the exact same things as you are.You’ve been through the entire article and I know what is going round in your mind. You just want to switch to another tab or pick up your other device to get this thing into place. Knowing what a tinder bio should look like calls for an action.I hope this article helps you chalk out a great bio on tinder and get you that right swipe that you deserve. Also when you read your section make sure you read it carefully because putting some of those suggestions into your writing can really help you build a bio that you become an irresistibly interesting person one can’t wait to know about.

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Kids These Days || Aisha R.

The Marian Auditorium of Miriam CoIIege could seat one thousand fifty people, apparently, and on that day, it was a full house. Not necessarily by choice, of course. Every student there, aged twelve to probably fourteen at the oldest, had congregated into the air conditioned structure and settled into the smooth, wooden seats of the auditorium because this was a required thing, this talk on sexuality.

And if that isn’t a big, scary word. Sexuality. In a place like an all girls Catholic high school, saying the word “sexuality” was like opening a bag of chips in a dead quiet room. You will be met with winces or sneers or snickers. You might even get in trouble. The metaphor isn’t really foolproof, because on one hand, you’ve got a snack, and on the other, you’ve got an integral aspect of the human experience with endless variations. It’s a lot less “palatable”, for one. Not as tasty. Sexuality was funny. It was dirty. It was something to be whispered about and not spoken of, especially if you were twelve or thirteen or fourteen. Hell, even if you were older, it could still be something taboo. Growing up, or the failure of thereof, was a little peculiar like that.

But here they were for an entire two hour long talk all about sexuality. October of 2016, roughly one thousand fifty students were chucked into an auditorium where they tittered in a classic mixture of teenage curiosity, anticipation, and habitual boredom. On stage, the speaker, a family psychologist, walks out. The voices of the one thousand fifty students hush from a buzz to a hum to silence.

And the thus the talk began.

To say that the talk was a trainwreck would be a fantastic, monumental understatement. It seemed like every high school freshman I spoke to had something to say about the talk.

“Oh,” said A, a bookish girl with glasses who looked quiet and shy right up until I brought up The Talk. She pushed her glasses up in a way one knew meant she was livid. “It was awful.”

B, a student I had spoken to via email correspondence had written “It was terrible. Obscure. Immature.”

“I wanted to cry,” said R, looking like she was about to cry. “That talk made me want to cry.”

In a nutshell, the so-called sexuality talk was a verbal cavalcade of sexist stereotypes only thinly disguised as something educational. The speaker had talked about how men and women were different, how men’s brains were like waffles (boxed and organized) and women’s brains were like spaghetti (“Noodling around,” A told me. “I’m not shitting you. The speaker said, ‘women think like spaghetti, we’re always noodling around.’ What the hell does that mean?”) By the halfway point of the talk, students had resigned themselves to the fact that this was another one of those inane things the school did that they’ll have to forcibly erase from their memory. The talk went on about boys and girls and flirting and relationships and stuff everybody already knew about before always peddling back to “Studies first!” Educational stuff right here.

But the real kicker was this: one brave girl, just one out of roughly one thousand fifty, stood up, walked to the microphone set up in the aisle, and asked a question. She asked the question that was thrumming through the heads of a lot of students in the auditorium. She asked, “What do you think of LGBT?”

In front of one thousand fifty students, the speaker had smiled sweetly—sweet in the way that probably made you feel sick—and said “All the feelings you have for women, project them onto men instead.”

-

See, non-heterosexual people exist. Non-heterosexual teenagers exist. It just so happens some of them will end up in an all girls Catholic high school.

“It sucks,” R told me. R is a high school freshman. She had short hair and glasses and good grades and she was Not Straight. We spoke just a little bit after class ended at a lunch table in the school’s cafeteria. To her left was A, one of her friends who also was Not Straight, eyes downcast, as if she already knows the rest of what R was going to say. R said, “But, I don’t know. You get used to it.”

Which begs the question what exactly it is kids these days are forced to get used to.

The horror stories spanning from different schools are myriad. Sometimes it’s subtle. Miriam CoIIege High School had certain days where students could come in civilian attire, but “crossdressing” was not allowed. Students must dress like ladies.  St. PauI College Pasig has a rule against short hair. A bobcut is pushing it, and if you had a cut that was no longer in the realm of “female hair” you’d get talked to. L, a student from St. Paul, rocked something of a pixie cut during her stay at the school. She was called to the principal’s office for it every year and was even threatened with expulsion. Gender norms and non-heterosexual presentation are closely linked, and rules like these are tiny ways to make sure nothing happens even at a surface level. Rules like these are pretty nifty because it’s rather easy to shake one’s head and say this has nothing to do lesbians. It was about image.

Sometimes it’s more blatant. A had told me about a school—she couldn’t remember which one, just one from the expansive catalog of all girls Catholic schools—that had written in their handbook something along the lines of “girl on girl relations are strictly prohibited.”

Miriam College High School, the school where participants were taken from, has, in the curriculum for Christian Life, an entire section on Sexuality and Marriage. As expected, it all boiled down to teaching pissed off teenagers that if you weren’t straight, you were going to hell. Sure, it was sugar coated, but fancy plating doesn’t change the truth. If you took a shot for every time an earnest CL teacher said “God hates the sin, and not the sinner,” whilst making awkward eye contact with every visible lesbian in the classroom, we’d be getting to hell much earlier due to alcohol poisoning.

A controversial example of the curriculum at work would be the third term CL final exam given to the graduating batch of 2016. Questions upon questions of situations and matching values were put into a test that decided a student’s grade. Insert name here is a gay man in a relationship and dot dot dot. Insert name here thinks she is bisexual and dot dot dot. As a Christian, what is your response?

Many students refused to answer these questions at all. That was their response.

The act of existing in an all girls Catholic high school is one that’s implicit with resignation concerning this kind of treatment. Catholicism is obvious in its restrictions. It’s Adam and Eve, etcetera, but beyond religion, the structure of high schools and how they’re run creates an environment where not much can be done about it. The students are gay and the teachings are against you. If you’re really unlucky, a few teachers will be too. There can be teachers who are supportive, but they can’t really do much against the entirety of the administration. A joke I heard from a student was something along the lines of “There’s a reason why the CL department is so far away from the English department.” Right. Gotta keep the liberals away from the conservatives. An accepting teacher is a treat, but ultimately a bandaid in a world of gashes.

But, as R said, you get used to it. Or maybe you already were.

“And that’s messed up,” A told me. A was another freshman from a different class, and she really looked like a sweet girl. Anger didn’t suit her, but it graced her features anyway. It was mostly in her eyes; a hardened, steeled gaze. She is thirteen years old.

-

The thing about the infamous sexuality talk is that it’s the paragon of reinforcement. Smaller strains of it exist in things like religion class, disapproving teachers, guidance counselors who tilt their heads when you mention a girlfriend, and the list goes on.

It’s tempting to be confused as to why these things continue when they obviously don’t “work.” Work in the sense that these people and their attitudes don’t magically craft an army of straight girls. This much is evident by the persisting population of non heterosexuals existing in all girls Catholic schools. Talk after class after session, one after the other, and they’re still there and still as gay as ever.

These things continue because it’s a new coat of paint on the Straight Is Good sign. To students, this is something they’ll get to see on a regular basis. Those who disagree will continue to disagree, but there will be those who believe it. Of the non heterosexuals, this is just a small jab in the midst of many. They’ll get used to it, but some of them won’t. There will be those who believe it.

Of those who get used to it, the thought now is the fact that in an ideal world, they shouldn’t have to be.

“We’re used to being treated like this. There are worst things, but there are better ones too.” A said, “I wanna be used to better things.”

-

“I mean, I guess we’re lucky.” R told me a little later. We had taken a short break to buy food. R and A were now munching on gummy candies shaped like pizzas. There was something about this contrast that struck me; soft gummies and hard issues and teenagers who have both. “At least the students are really accepting. Just a week ago there was this, this romantic thing?”

“Yeah!” A piped in. “This girl had this sign like ‘I love you’ for another girl and they did this thing with flowers and stuff. It was really sweet. Right in the middle of the covered court, lunchtime. All the students were cheering.”

“And I figure, any teachers in the vicinity would just pretend not to notice,” I joked, but A just fixed her eyes on me again.

“What else can they do?” She said. And really, what else was there?

Ignorance, it seemed, was the easiest out. It certainly was the kinder evil. Averted eyes and skillful segues, and you never have to talk about gay students because well, they don’t really exist, anyway. “I’d take that over ‘gay is a sin’ any day,” A told me. “At least they stay away. They leave us alone.”

How lonely, I thought, but I didn’t tell her this. Instead, I just nodded and accepted that sometimes you have to settle. Whether it was a tragedy or not didn’t matter as much as the circumstances that pushed kids to have to set their standards low in the first place for something as simple as wanting to be accepted.

It seems if you’re a non-heterosexual student in a Catholic high school, it’s either you exist and you’re punished for it, or you’re ignored and you take what you can get. So flip a coin for it. I tell them this, and they laugh.

“I kind of don’t want to, though,” R said, squishing a gummy between her fingers. “It’s 2017. I kind of want more. Is that too much to ask?”

Not at all, I thought. Not at all.

-

In an auditorium filled with roughly one thousand fifty students, everybody hushed down, gritted their teeth, and listened. But if there’s something I’m getting from the kids I’ve seen and spoken to, it’s that they’re getting a little bit tired of that routine.

Perhaps, slowly, the silence will pick up. The murmurs will start. The words. The discussions. The voices will up in volume and confidence, a cadence of identity. Once upon a time, these kids were told to project their feelings elsewhere, and, in a sense, they are.

They’re projecting their feelings outward and beyond, loud and clear, absolutely demanding to be heard.

[lindoig7]

Saturday to Tuesday, 31 October -3 November.

Saturday

Definitely a challenging day’s drive!  We started up the Bonang Road, but we have driven it several times recently so our expert navigator looked for some alternative routes.  We went into the Young’s Creek area, where we have been before, but went a bit further, only to find the road closed after 10 or 15 clicks. (We tend to call these tracks ‘roads’ but the definition is somewhat fluid – sometimes a better description might be ‘deeply submerged mud-bogging wheel-ruts’.)  We explored a few more tracks until we got back onto the tar where we had first engaged our low-ratio 4WD a week or so ago.

A few clicks further on, we detoured from the Bonang Road on to the Old Bonang Road.  Oops – it was one scary track, hugging the edge of a cliff into a bottomless valley with rocks and fallen trees slowing our very cautious progress. I don’t handle heights well and I found quite a bit of the day’s drive ‘emotionally challenging’.  Throughout the day, we had to drag quite a few fallen trees off the road and steep, wet, muddy, obstacle-strewn tracks seemed to be the order of the day on numerous occasions.  We drove quite a few kilometres along the edge of the precipice, but I think we were both feeling that a less stressful drive was to be preferred so we eventually cut back to the bitumen.  Interestingly, we saw the 20 km ‘mile-peg’ (distance marker?) from Orbost a kilometre or two after re-joining the main road and we had almost 50 km on the day’s odometer by then.

Onward and upward, we followed the road almost to Goongerah (where there is some open ground) but took the 36-Mile Track, then the Mt Jersey and Monkey Top Roads to the Waratah Flat Road – mostly through burnt forest again.  We had attempted quite a few short abortive detours along the way, but we went into the Waratah Flat Camping Area and really encountered some obstacles.  We had driven several kilometres past the designated Camping Area with almost nowhere to turn around when we came to a very steep muddy patch with a big log blocking the road and had to reverse quite a long way before we could do a 5-point (or was it a 7-point) turn and escape back to the main track.  This is no exaggeration.  In the last week or so, we have had to do numerous 9- or 11-point turns with Heather out of the car directing me as to whether I could get another centimetre or two without falling off the cliff or into a ditch.  A sign somewhere along the track warning that the road was impassable would save quite a few travellers a lot of angst – and potential disaster!

We made a few more forays into the National Park, only to be stopped by huge logs or bogs across the track on every occasion.  Several times, we had to back up quite a long way to find a turning place, but apart from it being a little scary at times, it was all a bit of fun and we enjoyed it (once the risk had abated!).

We eventually reached the Raymond Falls parking area where we had been a week or so ago.  That was when they were doing aerial shooting of deer and the Falls area was closed, but it was open this time.  We decided to do the first part of the walk to the top of the Falls – not so sure about the rest of the walk.  But first, Heather had to spreadeagle herself across the carpark.  She got out of the car onto a very loose gravelly patch and her feet slid away from under her and she went down in a horrendous heap, scraping her hands and knees and thumping her chest rather painfully.  I saw her go down and I was sure she must have broken some bones but after we got her up on her feet again, she sat in the car for a few minutes and cleansed and dressed her wounds and still decided that she wanted to try the walk.

We made it to the top of the Falls – a large area of volcanic rock with a decent area of still water to the side of the main Falls and it was quite beautiful cascading over and between the rocks to the main drop.  We looked around and took some photos and videos and Heather decided she would go back to the car, but I decided to try to get to the base of the Falls.  A mere 135 steps plus quite a lot of additional rocky declines, but I made it – only to find that I then had to struggle back to the top again.  Damn – think ahead!!

It was worth it though.  The Falls were the most spectacular we have seen on the trip, not quite what we saw at Niagara last year, but pretty good for Oz.  There was another big area of pondage at the base of the Falls and this fed a pretty wild, fast-flowing river - but the vegetation was so thick in the area that I couldn’t see enough to photograph it.

And so to home!  Back in the van, we decided on fish and chips for dinner and Heather phoned through our order - to our favourite place in Warragul!!!  When we turned up at our favourite place in Orbost, they had no record of our order, so Heather rang Warragul to apologise and had to pay for the order – and then start again in Orbost. A rather expensive dinner as it transpired!

Sunday

It was a beautiful sunny day and we went for a local walk in the morning. Heather had seen a post on Facebook advertising for people to walk 100 km during November as a fundraiser for Oxfam – and we both signed up for it.  They suggest people do it in teams of 4, but we have nobody else to walk with so ‘Team Dynamic Duo’ is just us.  We have walked more than 100 clicks every month this year so we should be able to do it.  We also set a donation target and it has been great to see our friends contributing to that and encouraging us in our challenge.

Our walk today counted as the first bit of our Virtual Trailwalker program.  Today is the first day of the challenge and we walked our quota for the day before lunch – just have to keep it up for a month.  We walked up the hill towards the opposite end of town and back again via the supermarket so we were a bit loaded up for the last few hundred metres back to the van.

We settled on a plan for our departure from Orbost and booked an initial week at our next stopping point.  We have booked one more week here and will then leave Orbost on Friday the 13th – I hope that is not an omen – or if it is, that it is a good omen!  We may need to stop over somewhere on the way because I want Jayco in Bairnsdale to have another look at our HWS before we get too far away from places where we might access another service agent.  But we will then head for Omeo and on via the Benandra Road to Colac Colac (pronounced Clack Clack) near Corryong in the high country.  We will use that as our base to explore a little more around the area and who knows, maybe the New South Wales border may open (just heard that it will probably open on 23rd!) and give us better access to the Murray River and surrounds as well.  Once we get there, we will check out the area before making any decision about extending our booking there or heading somewhere west of that corner of the State.

It is interesting that according to the Emergency Victoria website, every single road is closed for at least 100 km around that area.  Places like Corryong (indeed the entire north-east corner of the State) are seemingly cut off in every direction – but when we rang the caravan park to make our booking, we were assured that it is ‘business as usual’ and all the roads are open and traffic is flowing through as normal.  

The government really is in a mess!  So much of east Victoria is closed for no apparent reason and with nobody doing anything to remedy the situation.  Parks Victoria announced the reopening of most of their parks more than a week ago, but we haven’t seen any improvement yet.  Many roads are blocked by fallen trees and many places have ‘closed’ signs on them after you drive miles and miles to get there – the challenge of positioning a warning sign at the start of these roads is obviously quite beyond them – whether it is the Parks, Roads or Forestry authorities.  All their websites have incorrect information on them, usually not updated at any time this year, and this makes it very inconvenient, not to mention life-threatening, for the public who are trying to do the responsible thing, only to be thwarted by incorrect or non-existent information.

I did a 20-minute bird survey after lunch and submitted it on Birdata.  The Birds in Backyards program is finished for the year, but I can do somewhat similar surveys right throughout the year.  The ones I have been doing on a fairly regular basis around Melbourne for several years require a little more information than the BIBY ones and probably require a little more rigour but they are fun and I will try to do one most days for a while.  When we were travelling in the Outback early last year, I submitted about 130 over a few months, but I won’t be doing that again this trip.

Monday

Something of a repeat of yesterday!  Another great sunny day and a local walk to the other end of town, via a different route and through the Sensory Garden – but we didn’t need to go to the Supermarket today.  I got an interesting phone call en route, from Toyota in Melbourne.  It transpires that our service book was accidentally swapped with someone else’s when we had a service done in May - and they wanted me to drop it back in to them again.  I told them where we were and that put a different slant on things.  And of course, we have had our car serviced again in Bairnsdale since then so now need to get that recorded in our book.  I agreed to post the book down to them with the receipt from Bairnsdale so they can put it in our book and post it all back to us at home.  Strange things happen – usually when we are well out of town.

We did a few jobs around the van, including a batch of hand washing, and I did another bird survey after lunch.  There are quite a few birds around the billabong at the bottom of the caravan park and I love just wandering along the heavily-wooded bank or across the bridge and watching all the wildlife there – including 3 Gippsland Water Dragons today.  The birdsong around the Park has been wonderful since we first arrived here, but now that we are getting a few more sunny days, it is spectacular and almost constant.  The most common are the Blackbirds and the Grey Shrike-thrushes (both delightfully musical), but there are perhaps another dozen or so birds singing to us regularly – and don’t forget the resident Kookaburras.

Tuesday

Overall, a disappointing and outstandingly frustrating day.  We decided to drive a big loop north and east of Cann River.  It starts just over 100 km from Orbost (about 30 km up the Monaro Highway from Cann River) and was obviously going to take several hours so we got on the road by about 9am.  Arriving at the start of the loop, we found the road closed – Parks Victoria’s misleading information again.  Undeterred, we headed off in the opposite direction to attempt a different loop.   Thirty of forty kilometres later, this road was closed - Parks Victoria’s misleading information again!!!  We tried several more shorter excursions, only to be thwarted on each occasion.  Undeterred, we decided to do the Drummer Rainforest walk – alas, closed!  Well, a drive up the opposite end of the Beehive Falls Road that was the first closure we had encountered might be some compensation – but after a few more kilometres, it was also closed.

We eventually tried the Wingan Inlet road, 34 fairly rough clicks south of the Princes Highway.  We eventually got there and had a look at the lake there before attempting the walk to the beach (the other walks there were closed). After a kilometre or so, we came across a barricade and sign (pointing in the direction from which we had just come) advising that the walk was also closed.

We drove almost 400 km on the day and basically saw nothing – every attempt we made was thwarted by Parks Victoria’s misinformation.  Both Parks Victoria and Emergency Victoria will be getting a really big serve from me tomorrow. Both of them have placed the public (including us) in many dangerous situations due to their utter incompetence.  Any information either of them have provided in their brochures or on their websites should be treated with the utmost caution – it is so often worse than misleading: it is simply wrong.

[shysweetthing]

Onsen Katsudon

So in my fic "We Call Everything..." there's a point where Katsuki Hiroko teaches Victor how to make a proper katsudon. Do I know anything about how to make properly authentic katsudon? No, because I'm not a katsudon authenticity expert.

But I watched YoI, said, "Man, katsudon must be delicious," tried two online recipes and said, "Hmm, these are pretty good, but they are not exactly 'food of the gods' good. What am I doing wrong?"

I then spent months (I wish I were exaggerating) reading about katsudon,  experimenting on katsudon, ordering katsudon at Japanese restaurants, making all kinds of katsudon mistakes, and figuring out what I did and didn't like. I also thought about what tools Yuuri's mother would have had available to her in the making of katsudon.

Lo and behold, here we are--shysweetthing's katsudon headcanon recipe. I have no idea if this recipe is authentic, but I do think it's delicious.

Having spent months perfecting the recipe to my exacting personal tastes, I might as well share it. I used this recipe as my jumping off point.

I know this recipe is going to sound horribly elaborate, but that's because I'm picky, long winded, and I added in a lot of irrelevant asides. If you (a) have the right ingredients in your kitchen, and (b) have sufficient practice, you can make a full-fledged katsudon (excluding the rice, the dashi broth, and the onsen eggs, which I'll explain below) in about 20 minutes, which honestly isn't bad for THE FOOD THAT GODS EAT.

There are a bunch of pieces to this, so I'm going to break it down.

Dashi

I'm not going to tell you how to make dashi broth; I'm just going to make a plug for learning how to simmer things in dashi because (a) it's way better than frying them, and (b) it's super-delicious.

This is very complete description of how to make various kinds of dashi.

At this point, I make dashi broth in 12 cup batches. Half of it turns into miso soup, and the other half gets tossed in a container in the fridge and used for cooking. Annnd now I'm going through 24 cups of dashi a week. (I had made dashi exactly twice before I started making katsudon--cooking with it is addictive, delicious, and good for you.) If you have to make dashi just to make katsudon, you will be in the kitchen forever, I'm sorry, good-bye. On the other hand, if you make dashi in the morning twice a week while you're eating breakfast, katsudon is super-easy.

Onsen Eggs

Onsen eggs are eggs that are made by tossing an egg in an onsen for about 45 minutes to an hour and a half. Most of us do not have an onsen near enough to use this particular method on a regular basis, but we can make do.

If you happen to have an immersion circulator (and who doesn't??!) (just kidding) (this is for the Victors among you who have no issue buying/keeping ridiculous kitchen equipment) (and me, I have an immersion circulator, I am ridiculous), you are basically making an egg 63--that is, you're cooking an egg sous vide (sorta, in the shell is sous vide?) at 63º C for about an hour. (Here is an incredibly in-depth explanation of the process of sous-vide egg-cookery. ) If you're doing it this way, I recommend cooking the eggs at 63º C for 65 minutes--this gives you a smooth, velvety, texture to the eggs.

For those of you who don't have an immersion circulator or an onsen, you can follow the recipe here (just for the making of the eggs, skip the sauce stuff): http://www.justonecookbook.com/onsen-tamago/ 

EDIT: See this discussion for a lengthier talk about eggs and the recipe linked immediately above. 

Yes, this sounds like a PITA. I usually make a ton of onsen eggs all at once and then store them in the fridge. The ones I don't use for katsudon, I reheat for breakfast: just place it in a bowl of warm water while you gather the other breakfast items, and then crack it on top.

You will probably want to make your onsen eggs ahead of time, or budget extra time for constructing dinner.

As a note, the better your eggs are, the better your katsudon. If you can get reasonably good eggs, please do so. It's not going to completely suck if you have the cheap eggs, but the difference between meh eggs and perfect eggs is massive.

Tonkatsu

Ingredients: 2 pork cutlets appx 1/4 C arrowroot starch, potato starch, or wheat flour appx 3/4 C panko bread crumbs salt and pepper either 0.75 beaten eggs or 1.25 beaten eggs (bear with me on this), but for now, pretend it's 2 beaten eggs, okay?

(you might need to preheat your oven to 350º F).

1. Start preheating your oil. You can either deep fry your tonkatsu, or get a frying pan and put about 1/2" of oil in it. You won't want it too hot. 2. Take your pork cutlets. Make sure they're reasonably large. I kind of like mine thin and wide, so I pound them to about 1/4" thick. 3. Salt and pepper them. 4. Beat 2 eggs in a bowl. Now, get another smallish container. You're either going to pour off about .75 worth of egg or 1.25 worth of egg, depending on what you choose in step 6. You don't have to be super-exact on this. Just set that bad boy aside; you'll use it later. 5. Dredge your pork cutlets in your starch of choice. (I like arrowroot starch--it feels crispier? But don't go out of your way to buy it if you won't be using it. Regular flour is fine.) 6. Dip in egg, then dip in panko, then re-dip in egg, and re-dip in panko. 7. You don't have to dip in panko twice; I just like my tonkatsu with Extra Crispiness™, and since this version of katsudon doesn't soggify the tonkatsu, it's worth it. If you aren't going to double-dip on the panko, you will only want 0.75 eggs worth; otherwise, you'll want 1.25 egg for dredging in. 8. Drop your panko-crusted cutlet in the oil and fry on each side until golden brown. 9. Remove and set on either a wire rack or a paper towel to drain for about 3-5 minutes. 10. NOTE: you don't want your panko to burn (yucky) but you also definitely don't want raw pork in your tonkatsu. The first time or two you make this, you should probably slice your tonkatsu open in the middle after resting to see if it's done. If it isn't, drop it in the preheated oven for 3-10 minutes (3 if it's mostly done; 10 if it's still super pink). The exact cooking times depend on how thick your cutlet is, what altitude you're at, etc., so, sorry, you'll have to use your best judgment. Don’t overcook because a dry, chewy pork cutlet does not attract many top-level skaters. 11. Whee! You're done. Set your tonkatsu aside and move on to...

Katsudon

Ingredients 2 tonkatsu 2 onsen eggs (warmed as described above, if you made them a while back) 1/2 yellow onion, thinly sliced the leftover beaten egg from the tonkatsu a generous handful of peas. Frozen is fine. ~1 C cooked rice (I prefer using high-quality short-grain rice, because it gets a lovely chewy texture that contrasts nicely with the crispiness of the pork and the softness of the simmered onion, but also because I can make 2 cups and use the extra for onigiri because I'm lazy like that). furikake

2/3 cup dashi broth 1.5 T honey (to taste) 2.5 T soy sauce 1 T mirin

If you want to top it with something, chopped green scallions or shiso are always a good choice, but you don't have to do anything.

1. combine the last 4 ingredients (dashi, honey, soy sauce, mirin) in a sauce pan. Simmer and stir until combined. JUST FOR THE RECORD if you are like me, you might be saying, "hmm, SOME dashi is good, so isn't MORE dashi better?" The answer is NO. DO NOT ADD MORE DASHI UNLESS YOU WANT WATERY KATSUDON. You don’t have to use honey--sugar is fine--but I just think honey has a fuller flavor. I use less sugar than the other recipes because I cook the onion longer. 2. Add the onion and stir. 3. Cook until the onion is slightly translucent. This is what slightly translucent looks like:

4. Add the peas. This is how many peas you should add:

5. Keep simmering. 6. While you're waiting for the onion/pea/dashi mix to cook fully, put the cooked rice in the bowls, and then sprinkle with furikake. (You can skip the furikake if you want to, but I like it, so.) Slice the tonkatsu. 7. You're looking for two things here. First, you want the onions to be translucent and cooked in the dashi to the point where they taste of dashi. Second, you want to stir until the dashi broth is slightly thickened. You will be able to tell that the broth has thickened sufficiently because when you move the onions around, it will take just a few seconds for the broth to spill back into the spot that was vacated. I tried to make a gif to show what it looks like, let's hope it works.

(maybe this fixed it?)

8. You'll notice that many other katsudon recipes tell you to put the katsudon on top of the onion/dashi broth mix and then pour the egg on top. NOT THIS ONE. THIS ONE DOESN'T DO THAT. It's so much harder to control the temperature of the pork when you're cooking it some random additional amount, for one, and for another, you just made a delicious crispy piece of tonkatsu, and you're gonna throw it in broth and steam it? UGH. YOU'RE DECRISPING YOUR TONKATSU. Also, unless you are a freaking GENIUS with a spatula you'll never get it out of the pan looking good, because that's just not how the rest of us mortals work. 9. Once you've achieved sufficient debrothening (don't know what else to call it), pour the reserved egg over the mixture, stir it around, and then pop a lid on top. Cook for a minute, then divide the onion/pea/dashi mixture between the bowls. At this point, there should be just enough dashi liquid remaining to get the rice mildly seasoned, but not so much that it'll be swimming in liquid. 10. Place your perfectly cooked, juicy, crisp, totally not soggified tonkatsu on top of the onion mix. 11. Now take your onsen egg. Carefully crack it and pull a good-sized piece off the shell. Upend the egg over the tonkatsu. The egg should just spill out of the shell on top of the tonkatsu. You may want to slice the yolk so that the golden runny yolk coats the tonkatsu. 13. (This does not decrisp the tonkatsu; egg isn't as liquid as broth, and you're not steaming it. It just entangles the egg with the pork.) 14. Serve immediately after winning Grand Prix Final gold medal. This is what the final product looks like:

[giraffles]

We Kiss The Dusk Goodnight

this is an A/B/O au fanfic

because I have a Problem, here it the abo/omegaverse fic literally no one asked for but I’m in too deep now to stop. I really don’t know where this came from okay. JUST TAKE IT. and don’t kick me out of the fandom pls

warnings for language, some implied sexual content, and age gap. and actual smut eventually. I’M GETTING THERE OKAY. 

We Kiss The Dusk Goodnight (Bulge/Bruce/Manabu)

The next morning, over a third cup of coffee, Bruce delivered an ultimatum.

“We have to figure out who the hell it is,” he muttered into a mug, “Before they send half the station into a rut.”

Or, the omegaverse AU no one asked for.

you can also read the first chapter here on AO3!

He knew from the moment that Bruce slammed into him in the dark hallway that something was different. It wasn’t as though their relationship was new, or that meeting like this for a tryst was uncommon, but there was something heavier in the air between them. But what it was escaped Bulge, and it became harder to focus once he had a handful of Bruce’s hair and a mouthful of tongue. Trying to think about what may have changed took a backseat to getting their clothes on the floor of his quarters, and was suddenly irrelevant when Bruce started snarling possessively at him. Pack dynamics be damned; fucking with another alpha was an experience that never ceased to deliver. Or maybe he was just getting old, and any little thing would seem extra thrilling now.

     "Come on,“ was the near desperate whine as Bulge fumbled with the lube, "It’s been too fuckin’ long.”

He never would have described Bruce as wanton. Pushy, yes. A little needy, maybe, once in a while when some kid off their suppressants happened to walk by headquarters. Able to act downright devious when the mood struck him. And yet he’d never quiet seen him like this, bucking back, giving in, but also making Bulge work for every inch. And you know, he found he liked it. Gender and sexuality historians already had a field day with the SDF and the tight knit platoons that were both packs and most certainly not packs– they would have loved to have a look at a captain and his first officer falling in like this.

It wasn’t as though relationships of, ah, mutual benefits, didn’t happen. But those were usually throw away things, one night stands or scheduled with heat cycles, with attraction but not necessarily affection. Not the unwavering loyalty and connections that being soldiers-in-arms created. The SDF turned a blind eye to most incidents like this, as the higher ups (and by extension, the enigmatic supreme commander) didn’t care what they did as long as they got their jobs done. Ironic that a military organization had some of the most lax and open views on matters.

     "Damn,“ he swore, every sense on high alert, "Someone must be presenting.”

     "Fucking cadets,“ Bruce growled, his nails digging into Bulge’s shoulders, "They let them in way too young.”

It’s an empty complaint, because the age and timing of presenting could never really be guaranteed. Every time science and society thought they had it figured out, a new batch of outliners skewed the data again, proving that biology and evolution did whatever they damn well pleased. And that people don’t always like to fit into the molds the world set out for them. Strict roles were all but obsolete in this day and age, relics of times long past, even if some conventions died hard. Like the fact that most of those who ended up in combat units just happened to be alphas. Betas were most common after that, with omegas and the rest of the spectrum coming in last.

The next morning, over a third cup of coffee, Bruce delivered an ultimatum.

     "We have to figure out who the hell it is,“ he muttered into a mug, "Before they send half the station into a rut.”

Bulge agreed wholeheartedly, because the wheel universe stopped for no one, bodies going haywire or otherwise. “They may not even realize what’s happening.”

     "Fucking kids.“ Bruce repeated his sentiment from the night before. Bulge couldn’t admonish him, not when he knew it actually came from a place of concern. Someone could get hurt while in the wild throws of base desires. Scuffles might break out between unbonded parties, causing a headache for all involved and a HR nightmare. Most people could exercise discretion. Most, but not all. Bulge ran a hand over his face.

It was going to be a long day.

One long day turned into another, and then another, and they still couldn’t figure out who was running headlong into heat. Being in such close proximity to so many people meant that most went scent blind, and the prevalent use of suppressants dampened pheromones in general. Bulge hoped it was just someone who had missed a dose or two, or maybe some visiting family member, but something told him that it wouldn’t be that simple. If only for the fact that it came and went with such regularity that it had to be someone on SDF shifts. But without invading each person’s personal boundaries, it was impossible to pinpoint who. Performance in the Sirius platoon was already suffering; it was hard enough to rein his own short temper in, much less keeping Bruce in line and Manabu from butting heads with him. Louis was pointedly uninterested in the whole affair, and David did his best to diffuse situations, but everyone was on edge.

     "No, the other console Yūki, get it together–”

     "I have it together!“ Manabu snapped back, "Stop distracting me!”

     "Stop it, both of you,“ It honestly felt more like babysitting than leading a platoon through drills, "Get a hold of yourselves.”

Bruce huffed and Manabu went back to sulking, even brushing off Louis’ reassurances. The sooner they found whoever was the source of this, the better. For all of their sakes.

     "That’s enough for today.“ He sighed, even though it was early for them to be stopping. There was no point in continuing however when everyone was so wound up; He swore he caught David murmuring a prayer of thanks. At this rate, it was Sirius that would be having the first casualties, especially with the way Bruce kept fixating on Manabu-

Oh lord. Manabu.

If there were any merciful deities left in the cosmos, then please let him be wrong. Please don’t let it be the wide eyed and enthusiastic son of Wataru, too fresh and young and inexperienced to be dealing with such matters.

Bulge had always assumed Manabu was an alpha, like the rest of them. Like his father and brother before him. It would have made perfect sense from multiple standpoints, and regardless, he might be reckless and naive, but he wasn’t stupid. Not stupid enough to go off medications in an environment like this.

     "Manabu, a moment.”

     "What?“ Came the annoyed reply, though he quickly corrected himself, "What is it, captain?”

There was no easy way to start this conversation, especially with Bruce giving them a sideways glance as the rest of Sirius platoon disembarked. Sometimes his first mate did have some tact and stayed silent, leaving Bulge alone with a nervously fidgeting Manabu.

     "Manabu,“ he began anew, "I need you to be completely honest with me.”

     "About what?“

     "Tell me you’re on suppressants.”

Manabu went bright red, hands curled at his sides as though he was resisting the urge to cover his face. “W-who told you?”

     "No one. Everyone on the base can smell you, Manabu. You have been taking them, haven’t you?“

At that he did cover his face and sink into the nearest chair. Bulge felt a protective urge swell up in him, caught somewhere between concerned captain and alpha instincts.

     "Manabu, it’s alright-”

     "But it’s not,“ he sounded so utterly miserable, "It’s not okay and I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

     "Nothing is wrong with you.“ Frankly, Bulge was alarmed that he would think there was. Who on earth had lead him to believe that? Then he remembered Tabito, the tiny mining planet, full of nice people. Traditional people. Stubborn people. God damn it to hell. "Manabu, look at me.”

It took several long minutes, but finally those brown eyes peeked out from behind his fingers. He looked so small in that moment, so unsure and shaken. Bulge wanted to reach out to him but knew it was a dangerous idea. Even a simple touch could have catastrophic results.

     "There’s nothing wrong with you,“ he repeated instead, "It’s normal.”

     "But I’ve been on the stupid pills for forever!“

     "Sometimes they stop working.”

     "Are you serious,“ Manabu groaned, "Oh my god, just kill me. Better yet, let Bruce kill me. That’ll make him happy.”

If only he knew about the way the first officer sometimes looked at him. Because of course Bulge noticed, and couldn’t fault him for it when the traitorous thoughts had passed through his own mind. But this was Manabu, fierce and compassionate and utterly oblivious. “Can you, ah, take care of it on your own? Or should I find someone to help?”

Manabu returned to being covered in flush and made a strangled sound. What he would have given in that moment to have Wataru back, just for this awkward conversation. Bulge wasn’t cut out for family life, much less pack duties, an certainly not prepared to give a pep talk on someone’s first heat.

“I can do it, I’ll be fine,” And then softer, “Probably.”

     "You’ve got to be kidding me.“

     "Bruce,” he grumbled back, “Give him a break. It’s not his fault.”

     "I know it’s not.“ And yet his first officer was pacing in the break room, agitated and probably ready to pick a fight with the next man who looked at him wrong. Which is exactly why Bulge had decided it was better to stick close to him. "Of all the people, why did it have to be him?”

Fate was a cruel thing like that. It didn’t much care for the wants and needs of the individuals subject to it’s whims. Yet he couldn’t have agreed more.

     "It’ll be fine.“ He said, even though he was unconvinced of that. Manabu had said he would be okay, but the young man’s track record on things was less than stellar. Just how many times had he disobeyed a direct order or accidentally gotten himself into trouble? ”…probably.“

     "This is insane.”

     "There’s not much we can do about it, save removing him from active duty.“

     "Have you?”

     "Yes,“ he nodded, "I’ve put in for the whole platoon, actually.”

That stopped Bruce, who looked back at him in confusion. “Why?”

     "Because none of us are in any state to fight.“ And, he doesn’t say, there was no way he would be leaving Manabu alone at the base. Not a chance in hell.

     "Stupid kid.” Bruce said without heat. He was worried. He’d never admit it, especially not to Manabu himself, but Bruce worries after him. Sure, he shrouded it in snark and biting words, kept him at arms length to spare himself any future pain. But he did care. Just in a roundabout way.

He felt the unease acutely. The outdated, nagging animal part of his subconscious wanted him to go out and fawn over the omega, stay close, so close, to him and make sure he was alright. Which was unnecessary, and oppressive; Manabu was his own person. And, he could only hope, not too proud to ask for help if he needed it. Then again, he was notoriously stubborn.

Maggie from Spica poked her head into the room. “Excuse me sir, but there’s a… situation.”

Bulge felt his stomach hit the floor and keep going. It hadn’t even been more than a few hours. Bruce swore, and had dashed out the door before he could move.

     "I’m going to kill him,“ Bruce spat once Bulge had caught up with him, "And then he’ll never be a pain in my ass ever again.”

If the spike in pheromones was distracting before, now it was downright overwhelming. Sticky sweet and alluring, enough to make his teeth itch. Tinged with a hint of panic and desperation. He remembered Manabu’s panic attack from one of their first missions, remembered the way that he could crumble so easily under too much stress, even if he came back from each fall that much stronger. He was alone somewhere in these halls, lost and scared, and Schwanhelt Bulge was going to find him.

It took every measure of restraint he had in his being to not rush the members of Vega platoon and then to keep Bruce from doing the same. They were all in a circle, ringing a huddled mass in front of the vending machines, who he could see shaking from ten paces back. Bulge gathered up what little calm he could before speaking.

     "Murase,“ he began evenly, "What is going on here?”

The leader of Vega turned his scarred face to them, lips curled in a snarl. “You haven’t kept your pup on a tight enough leash.”

If he was seeing red, then Bruce had to be absolutely livid. Bulge didn’t normally buy into the stereotypes of alphas beings hot-headed and temperamental, but there was no denying the tension crackling between the two groups of men. Vega actually had less alphas than Sirius, but that didn’t stop their two betas from being just as aggressive as their peers. He could appreciate the no nonsense, tough as nails approach to their platoon; what he didn’t appreciate was them hassling one of Sirius’ youngest members. Especially one who at the moment was so vulnerable.

     "Why do you keep this whelp around, anyway?“ Murase grabbed Manabu’s arm in an attempt to haul him upright, "He’s fuckin’ useless-”

     "Unhand him.“ Bulge growled, enough alpha tone sneaking in to make even Bruce flinch beside him, "This is none of your damn business.”

He sneered, but let go of Manabu, who crumpled onto the floor once more. In an instant Bruce was between the Vega men and him, radiating an aura of bloodlust. Bulge had no doubt it would come to blows if the veteran SDF members didn’t back down. Yet after several agonizing minutes, they did just that, with Murase shaking his head as he lead them away.

     "You should keep a better eye on that pup.“ Was Murase’s parting shot, and Bulge stared them all down until they had gone round a corner, then out of sight. A soft whimper brought him back to the moment.

     "Good god,” He crouched beside Manabu, who was still curled in upon himself, shuddering all the while, “Manabu?”

His head shot up, brown hair tousled, eyes wide with naked fear. Bulge’s reaction was automatic, as he reached forward and gathered the smaller man into his arms, where he clung to Bulge like a lifeline. He was nearly soaked though with sweat and it was hard to tell if his trembling was from being cornered by Vega platoon or something else entirely. Manabu let out a soft sob.

     "I’m s-sorry, I’m sorry,“ he hiccuped over and over again, hands wound tight into the fabric of Bulge’s coat, "I’m s-so sorry, I’m-”

It was pure torture, being wrapped up in him like that, when he smelled so enticing and his skin felt so hot. Yet it was alarming, because Manabu’s distress became his own, putting his mind into danger mode. It was so confusing too, to have to choose between the feeling of wanting to bundle him up and keep him safe, or throw pretenses out the window and fuck him silly right there.

No, the second one was most certainly not an option, not without Manabu’s explicit consent. The idea that Bulge had even considered it for a moment was insane. But as Bruce had said, this whole situation was insane.

     "It’s alright, I’ve got you,“ were the words he managed to get out while his heart tried to hammer it’s way through his chest, "You don’t have anything to apologize for.”

No, it was Bulge that should be apologizing. He should have never left Manabu unprotected. So what if they weren’t a real pack; he was still the ranking officer, the highest alpha in their group. He had a duty to them all to keep them safe and cared for. It didn’t matter if it was on the battlefield or not.

     "Captain,“ Bruce hissed, "What should we do?”

A good question. A very valid question. “Go to his room and get all of his bedding, then meet me at my quarters.”

Bruce took off without any further prompting, leaving him with a wreck of an omega to somehow get back to his own room. Bulge shifted Manabu so he could cradle him bridal style, and tried not to think about how sore he was going to be afterwords. Manabu may have been shorter and slighter than his father and brother, and done growing at just past twenty, but he was heavier than he looked. Especially when he became dead weight in Bulge’s arms. The only thing working in his favor was the death grip Manabu had on his shoulders.

     "I’ve got you.“ He said again, knowing that repetition of reassurances was one of the few comforts he could give at this point. Manabu stayed deathly quiet.

His captain’s quarters would be the safest place for the boy at the moment. It had extra security measures, was further away from the general dorming area, and most importantly, had space to breath. Not that the accommodations for regular officers were lacking, but there was extra square footage came along with his captain’s bars. It wasn’t a luxury Bulge often got to take advantage of, considering how often they were off world or completing missions, but he was glad for it. Now they just had to get there.

More than one head turned when he stormed down the halls with Manabu in hand, but none of them had enough of a death wish to stop him or ask questions. There was no use trying to hide what was happening; anyone with eyes and a nose could tell. Besides, sudden heats or failed suppressants were bound to happen from time to time, and only the most petty or immature would hold it against someone. He made a mental note to ask Yuki later if she could find a different medication, or some other resources for Manabu. Certainly her expansive medical database would have something that could help. In the meantime, Bulge was resigned to his fate as a stand-in pack leader.

     "What were you doing outside of your room?” He wondered aloud, not expecting the silent and shivering Manabu to answer. But after a sharp intake of breath, he did;

     "I just wanted a drink,“ Manabu mumbled into his neck, "I’m sorry.”

     "It’s alright,“ he tried to think of something, anything other than the hot body pressed against him, "I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

A heady, impulsive promise, but it felt right. It felt like proverbial stars aligning and Fate taking the helm, and he let it happen. Consequences could wait until a later date, maybe when they were all more clear headed and fully aware of the repercussions. But not right now. Manabu let out a soft sound and buried his head into his shoulder.

Finally they made it to his door, where an agitated Bruce carrying sheets and blankets was already waiting. He knew the code to get in, Bulge had shared it with him years ago, but it seemed he still waited for permission even after all this time. A nice gesture, but unnecessary given their history. (Yet, this was also not the only hangup Bruce had, his relationship with relationships being rocky at best. Bulge had been there for most of them and knew it was hard to come out unscathed, and not to mention his own lovers lost.) Still Bruce was the one to punch the password in, and the first to enter, heading straight for the bed as he’d already figured out the plan. Bulge’s bed wasn’t terribly large, but it still dwarfed the tiny bunks given to new recruits, and therefore was perfect for nesting. Even if Manabu didn’t understand it completely, having a place to nest would undoubtedly help. He tried not to think about the implications of having an omega in heat in his bed, even if their options were limited. Destiny Station might have protected heat rooms, he wasn’t sure, and in any case he felt better by having Manabu where he could keep an eye on him.

     “You have to let go, Manabu,” Bulge sighed to him when he continued to cling tight, “You’ll be safe here.”

     “Don’t want to,” Manabu murmured back, “You smell nice.”

     “Nope, that’s it,” Bruce said through gritted teeth, beginning to physically pry Manabu off of him, “You’re not allowed to make more of a fool of yourself than you already have.”

Manabu made little unhappy sounds, but they got him onto the bed. His eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide, sweat sticking stray hairs to his face. Bulge had heard that the worst part of being an omega was the loss of autonomy— of becoming a slave to whim and instinct, left in a state that they were often taken advantage of in days of old. (And, as much he loathed to admit it, it still happened on backwater planets where society liked to backslid into unconscionable habits.) The amount of power he could wield over Manabu right then was ridiculous; and worst of all Manabu would let him do whatever he wanted. Whatever either of them wanted, actually.

Which was why Bulge was focusing on getting Manabu’s boots and coat off before hiding him under the sheets. Then he was going to take a bath in a tub of ice and try not to die.

     "Would you hold still?“ Bruce snapped at the younger officer, who was being very wiggly, trying to snuggle up to Bruce while he peeled off his SDF jacket, "Are they always like this?”

     "Yes,“ Bulge replied a little too quickly, remembering Catalina and the one time his off duty night happened to coincidence with her heat cycle, "Don’t be too hard on him. He doesn’t realize what he’s doing.”

At least the abject terror that had engulfed Manabu before was gone. Small things to be thankful for in a trying time. Fear was now being overtaken by desire, filling the room with heavy want, and he needed to get out before he went mad from it all.

     "I’m going to go get Yuki.“

     "But I’m fine now!” Manabu protested, and Bruce threw a blanket over him so that his next round of complaints were muffled.

     "Stay with him, I’ll be right back.“

Bruce sighed as he pushed more bedding on top of Manabu. "Yes, sir.”

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October Goal Check-In and 3 for November 2017

Well… it’s that goal check-in time of the month yet again!

Two more months left in 2017 and a few more mini goals were conquered this month. I’ve said this before, but having a blog and this regular series one of the biggest things that keeps me accountable to everything I set out to do at the beginning of the year. Different incentives and methods work for different people – for some it’s making a financial investment, for others it’s making fancy charts and progress trackers, and it seems I’m the type who makes progress when I share what I’m working on with lots of other people – both in person and over the interwebs! Maybe you can relate?

October seems to have flown past. Many of my weekends ended with the thought of “I just need one more day!” and nevertheless, I feel really good about the work I did on my goals for the month. Here’s a run-down of how it all went:

Find a better groove with my meal delivery side gig – B+

There are now about 30 of my coworkers on my list of smoothie, lunch and dessert customers, so this was definitely a month where a better groove was needed! Cooking healthy for other people is definitely my love language, and if I had the choice I’d probably do it all day every day. But since other things have to happen (like full time jobs!) I made a few adjustments to my meal program this month:

Raised prices!

I feel like this is something a lot of people – especially female entrepreneurs – are scared to do, but I knew I needed to and haven’t regretted it at all. The ingredients I put in these meals are almost all organic because food quality is something I value so strongly, and it appears my customers do too, which is great to see.

Cut back my offerings on weeks I knew were going to be busy with other commitments

As I’m about to discuss in the next goal, me time and socializing with friends are two things I’ve been very intentional about doing lately, so I don’t want to have to sacrifice either for hours in the kitchen. Lunches tend to take more effort than smoothies and desserts to prepare, so on busier weeks (like this one) where I have more after-work plans, I reduced the number of days that lunch is available. I’m not sure balance is ever achieved (or is something we should even bother striving for) when you have multiple passions because when you truly ARE passionate about something, it’s natural to invest more time and energy in it. Just like blogging, all this cooking doesn’t feel like work. However, now I’m aware that I need to put some self-imposed boundaries in place so the other great things in life don’t get neglected.

Pear and Pecan Wild Rice Salad – click here for the recipe or pin for later

Got a 2nd fridge (and found a crazy good deal too!)

This wasn’t just a business decision, but also because my apartment fridge is not a full-sized one. With a diet as heavy in fruits and veggies as mine, I found myself constantly playing a game of jenga every time I came home from grocery shopping. The chaos was annoying my type-A organization freak self, so it was something I was a purchase I was considering anyway. Having more space gives me so much more ability to prep things ahead because I have a place to store them, and that’s definitely helped me streamline my workflow.

Capped daily offerings at 12 per item

A max of 12 lunches, 12 smoothies and 12 desserts are made each day, and imposing this limit means I don’t break my arms trying to transport it all from home to the office. It’s also about the maximum number of lunches I can make with regular-sized cookware in a single batch – anything more and I think I’d need some much bigger pots and pans!

There are still plenty of ways I can be efficient with all this and it’s a constant learning process. Each week my lunch buddies provide feedback on what they’ve eaten, and that benefits YOU as well. Get excited because there are many delish recipe posts coming your way in the next couple of months!

Tuscan Bean + Quinoa Salad – grab the recipe here or pin for later

Spend more time with friends – B+

Perhaps not quite as much time as I’d have liked, but I did make a conscious effort to make plans with at least one friend each weekend. Most of the time there were more – yoga dates, tea dates, walks and lunches were all in my calendar. Every experience left me feeling re-energized and inspired, and of course, wondering why I don’t do it more often. (I’m probably sounding like a totally anti-social person right now but I promise that’s not the case!)

Knowing that I’m definitely an introvert who needs alone time to re-charge, it’s easy to use that as an excuse to not make plans, telling myself that time on my own is what’s going to make me feel good. Sometimes that’s the case, but then I usually end up working on blog/business projects. It’s time spent productively, but doesn’t do much for my need to disconnect and have fun! I think this is always going to be something I need to put conscious effort into. Luckily the holiday season is coming up, so I’m excited for parties and other get-togethers that allow me to see all the people that make me a better person.

Finish 3 audiobooks – A

Done and done, and I’m already a few chapters into more. As I mentioned when setting this goal, I’m an Audible.ca subscriber and have definitely been using that to its full potential this month. Podcasts are still part of my weekend routine when I’m meal prepping, but I’ve also managed to finish the following audiobooks too:

The Four by Scott Galloway

This one looks at the rise of Amazon, Google, Facebook and Apple, how they’ve grown to dominate their spaces and how the decisions made in these businesses compare to those of their competitors. It was very recently written, so there’s even content on things like Amazon’s recent Whole Foods acquisition.

It finishes with the author’s recommendations on how to be employable and stand out in the digital age we live in. As someone who is a digital marketer in my full time job, a blogger who spends a lot of time on social media, and a long-time user of Apple devices, I found this book fascinating. Highly, highly recommended. Check it out on Audible or on Amazon.

The Four Tendencies by Gretchen Rubin

(Side note: It only just occurred to me that the title of this book is so similar to the one above. Maybe 4’s a magic number these days?)

Admittedly I haven’t read The Happiness Project (Gretchen’s first New York Times Bestseller), but I’ve read and listened to enough discussion about it that I understand the gist. The Four Tendencies is her latest, and it’s all about how each of us falls into 1 of 4 personality types: Upholders, Obligers, Questioners and Rebels.

Gretchen explains that when we know what our type is, we can understand more about why we do what we do, and how to use that to our advantage – everything from making better decisions, setting ourselves up for more likely success in working towards goals, to avoiding burnout. Similarly, when you know the personality type of others around you (family, co-workers, clients, friends), you can better understand where they’re coming from and engage with them more effectively.

If you, like me, love self development and human psychology, you will love this book. I’m absolutely 100% an upholder in every sense, and while I feel like a pretty self-aware person already, this gave me a lot to think about. Check it out on Audible or on Amazon.

You are a Badass at Making Money by Jen Sincero 

Yep, I thought the title was kinda funny too. I wasn’t too sure if I’d enjoy it, but the book was recommended to me by a few people so I gave it a shot. See, I’m really passionate about pursuing my passions in nutrition and wellness, but at the same time, am an extremely risk-adverse entrepreneur. I think it comes from my desire to stay comfortably self-sufficient when it comes to money, and wanting to maintain the same lifestyle of enjoying all the things I do now (and more) without ever having to worry about potentially losing it.

I’ve never been in debt and wouldn’t say I live in fear every day of ending up that way, but at the same time, would love to some day work for myself. This book was helpful in getting me to identify my hesitations and fears around money, as well as the thoughts I didn’t realize I was having. There’s plenty of humour woven in (which is a mandatory for me when it comes to talking about topics like this!) and I’d especially recommend it to any female entrepreneurs who hesitate to ask for what they want – whether that’s prices you charge in side gigs or financial goals in a full-time job. This book made me feel more comfortable with doing both. Check it out on Audible or on Amazon.

Right, let’s chat about next month!

3 goals for November 2017

Explore the opportunity to do a cooking workshop at a local shared space.

As I discussed above, sharing knowledge about nutrition and sharing awesome food with people really lights me up. Doing a cooking workshop was something I had to do in my final assignment in the Academy of Culinary Nutrition program, in order to complete it as a Culinary Nutrition Expert. I loved the process of preparing and delivering the content, and lately have been considering how I can do more of that. The workshop probably won’t happen in November, but I want to get the wheels in motion to make it happen in the near future.

Take at least 5 Skillshare courses on Adobe Lightroom

Lightroom is the tool I’ve been using to edit my photos ever since I got a DSLR camera about 6 years ago, but I’m self-taught and know there are lots of things I could be doing better to 1) improve my photos, and 2) save time. Looking back at my goals for the year, learning Photoshop was on the list. However, Lightroom is a tool I use far more and already own, so I’m going to switch things up and focus on improving my skills here instead. I recently -re-discovered Skillshare and there are SO many mini-courses on Lightroom (among others I’ve bookmarked for later) so my goal is to do at least 5, spreading them out over the month so I can apply the course takeaways to photos I take each week for the blog.

If you guys are interested in these online courses too (or others -there’s everything from virtual cooking classes to social media and business lessons) you can sign up for a free premium trial here.

Learn 2 new software programs at work

Oh yes, it’s the month of all the learning and being a total geek. Not only do I really want to do those Lightroom courses, but my new-ish role at work requires that I get intimately familiar with 2 different email/CRM systems that are new to me. Admittedly, the documentation I have to work from isn’t nearly as exciting as Skillshare videos on food photography, but nevertheless I need to do this in order to do a good job of the projects on my plate over the coming months. Maybe I should re-name the month Nerd-vember? 🤓

Why yes Ryan, yes, I do.

Phew – this was a long one! Now it’s over to you. Tell me, what are you working on this month? Any goals you’re running fast and furious after before the year is over?

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Dust, Volume 3, No. 8

Photo of the Como Mamas by Zach Smith

This week’s collection of short reviews spans the sacred and the profane, from gospel to sleazeball r ‘n r.  It includes two Armenian singers (one current, one historic), a wild marimba, a batch of Haggard covers and a collection of 15 compositions for solo bass.  This week’s contributors include Justin Cober-Lake, Ben Donnelly, Jennifer Kelly, Bill Meyer, Derek Taylor, Mason Jones and Jason Bivins.

The Como Mamas — Move Upstairs (Daptone)

The Como Mamas ��� the trio of Ester Mae Wilbourn, Della Daniels, and Angelia Taylor — come from a deep gospel tradition. Their career might be marked by their appearance on Daptone's Como Now compilation from a decade ago, but they've been singing together since forever, and their harmonies and locked-in vocals show it. For Move Upstairs, they're backed by a group a Daptone musicians called (for this gospel disc) the Glorifiers Band. Tight as always, the musicians stay out of the way, letting the powerful singers drive the record, but they add a necessary element. The Como Mamas might have stretch back to pure gospel, but while you'll catch a few songs connected to Dorothy Love Coates and the like, Move Upstairs is more a funk/soul album. Sonically, the group has more to do with, say, Sharon Jones than the Soul Stirrers. It works, sounding fresh and traditional at the same time. With an impeccable track list led by “99 and a Half Won't Do” and “I Can't Thank Him Enough” and a potent, updated sound, the Como Mamas sound like church energized, funk redeemed, or the meeting place of both.

Justin Cober-Lake

 Banana – Live (Leaving Records)

LIVE by BANANA

Marimba and vibraphone are unruly things to arrange, so bright and chiming, they can make a tune turn queasy, like strobe lights left on too long. In rock, from Zappa to Cate Le Bon, they're a signifier for things are getting odd.  Composer and producer Josiah Steinbrick keeps vibes under control, both literally and figuratively, with these four creations performed by LA art rock regulars, including members of Warpaint and Le Bon herself. Vibraphones are the lead, but reeds and woodwinds also accompany guitar, bass and keys.  Locked in 4/4 time, these instrumentals cycle like Glass, but the woodwinds provide a resistance to the percussion that remind me of the sweetly unnerving quality Henry Cow's Lindsay Cooper brought to the world. The second track, "B," winds an oboe through gamelan chiming, an exercise in hypnosis until the key changes unexpectedly and a George Harrison slide guitar starts to weep. The last one has piano chords stepping out into the ocean, deeper and deeper while the reeds swell like breeze, more minimal than the minimalism that came before it. Yet there's momentum throughout this, with the tracks detaching from time, rolling and shifting until you can't see the shoreline and are lost in the waves.

Ben Donnelly

 Abdou El Omari—Nuits De Printemps LP (Radio Martiko)

Abdou El Omari, we hardly knew you, and more’s the pity. The Moroccan keyboardist recorded one album and five singles in the mid-1970s, then disappeared from the world of recorded music until a recent reissue campaign yielded three similarly packaged LPs. The third, Nuits De Printemps, suggests that El Omari was on a roll when he ran out of studio access. Where the first LP focused on psychedelic Farfisa forays and the second his talents as an arranger and accompanist, this one is about instrumental experimentation. El Omari plays most of the lead lines on a synthesizer, which amplifies his music’s otherworldliness. One suspects that he was relatively new to the instrument, since he switches off to Farfisa whenever he needs to get nimble. The settings for his keyboard melodies are a mélange of au courant funk licks and more traditional hand percussion patterns. There’s no evidence that he was running out of gas, and one wonders what he might have done had he kept recording.

Bill Meyer 

Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy — Best Troubadour (Drag City)

Best Troubador by Bonnie "Prince" Billy

Will Oldham has long admired Merle Haggard, not so much the ubiquitous 1960s stuff, but the later, more lived in material from the 1980s on. He had convened a band for an all-Haggard show in 2015 and was already considering a tribute album when Haggard died in 2016. This album, like What the Brothers Sang, 2013 Everly covers album with Dawn McCarthy, eschews hits (“Muskogee”) for more obscure territory, breathing warm, unassuming life into modestly arranged originals. Oldham’s voice is a good deal more cracked and weathered than commercial country ever allowed Haggard to be, and the settings tend towards the naturalistic (the album was recorded live to two track in Oldham’s home), so the covers sound a good bit less polished than the originals. But there’s a lovely, light filled lilt in cuts like “If I Could Only Fly” where Drew Miller’s sax weaves around artfully plucked banjo or in the slow, swampy interplay between Nuala Kennedy’s flute, wheezing accordion and that same banjo in “Pray.”  “Haggard (Like I’ve Never Been Before)” swaggers and slinks bluesily, although in a homespun, acoustic kind of way, while the story song “Leonard” (about troubled hit maker Tommy Collins) frolics light-heartedly – that flute again – around a narrative of heartbreak. Even diehard Haggard fans may have forgotten about some of these songs, resurrected lovingly but not worshipfully by a crack band of indie folk players.

Jennifer Kelly

 Michael Pisaro — Resting in a Fold of the Fog (Potlatch)

Composer Pisaro is often associated with pieces that play with duration, instrumental aggregation or paring down and the exploration of tone. Those preoccupations are certainly audible on these two pieces, performed by Pisaro (here on laptop), guitarist Didier Anschour, and percussionist Stéphane Garin. “Grounded Cloud” sounds as impossible as its title, not just an evocative image but maybe also a statement of compositional intent. For quite a spell, various elements emerge almost imperceptibly, and seemingly spread apart: a high tone, a low thrum, then a minor detonation. But steadily, they come to sound as if they’re circling a common object. Lapping waves, big resonances and gusts of wind move through these recurrent events, which grower denser and more tense until they coalesce and the cloud opens for rainfall. Even better is the latest in Pisaro’s “Hearing Metal” series. “Hearing Metal 4 (Birds in Space)” opens with an extended meditation on a brilliantine single tone. Patiently over nearly 25 minutes, they conjure an absolutely riveting oscillation and overtone fantasy (and kudos to Garin for his tonal and timbral versatility in joining the singing tones). As notes pull in different directions, things get occasionally ragged and almost overdriven, and there’s even what’s basically a more staccato phase. But the music is drawn to convergence once more, ultimately returning to a thick hive buzzing and powerful single notes. Another enchanting document from Pisarao.

Jason Bivins

 Don Messina — Dedicated To… (Cadence Jazz Records)

An erstwhile sideman to Tristano-influenced pianist Sal Mosca, Don Messina seems amicably resigned to the reality that he will never achieve anything resembling household recognition as a master of the bull fiddle. That relative obscurity translates to a probable reason why his instrument is listed in parentheticals after his name both on cover and spine of Dedicated To… a disc of 15 pieces for solo bass. Some of the honorees are obvious. Oscar Pettiford, Sonny Dallas and Red Mitchell each receive richly-textured remembrances that reference the respective idiosyncrasies of their playing styles. Others like “Uncle Vinnie” and “Michael: The Odyssey” are harder to pin down (Burke and Scoppettuolo, respectively) by name, but prove equally effective at elucidating individual technical traits inherent to their subjects. Messina also serves as recording engineer, a role that’s a bit erratic in the program’s opening minutes, but smoother sailing as the disc progresses. Reliable throughout is the bassist’s supply of talent as he puts his strings through a rigorous set of paces and covers a gamut of stylistic bases.

Derek Taylor  

 Low Cut Connie — Dirty Pictures (Part 1) (Contender)

If you want to be reductive enough, you can just about trace a history of rock 'n' roll through Low Cut Connie's albums, digging up some Sun Records on Call Me Sylvia and touching on some classic R&B for Hi Honey, all built on Adam Weiner's boogie piano. New release Dirty Pictures (Part 1) gets swampier in its rock, and the Rolling Stones make their first appearance. For all of Weiner and company's thrill in old-time r'n'r, they're still inimitable, throwing in theatrical touches along with their general sense of abandon.  

Weiner's always sounded at home among the marginalized — the outcasts, the transgressives, the drunks. There's an edge now. “Death and Destruction” captures the current state of the world, and resists it by turning it into two and a half minutes of rock. The darkness still creeps in, maybe influenced by the political climate as well as the death of some musical icons. The band's live version of “Suffragette City” stuns, but it's Prince's “Controversy” that appears on the album, a fitting revelation of that artist's influence on Weiner's music (and not just his attitude). Tracks like “Angela” and “Montreal” show Weiner as a wry outsider, aware of the consequences of this entropic life. “Forever” is a farewell from a spotlight on a stage. But Low Cut Connie hasn't become maudlin or heavy. “Revolution Rock 'n' Roll” and “Dirty Water” provide rally cries from nowhere. The best way to fight the darkness is by standing on a piano bench, and Weiner doesn't sound ready to sit down any time soon.  

Justin Cober-Lake

 Luis Lopes/Fred Lonberg-Holm — The Pineapple Circumstance (Creative Sources Recordings)

 The pineapple is a symbol of hospitality, so perhaps this record is the product of some act of welcoming? Whatever the circumstance, Portuguese guitarist Luis Lopes and American cellist Fred Lonberg-Holm sound free of inhibition on this set of scrappy duets. Scrappy as in pugilistic — both players go at it from the get-go, slinging looped raygun blasts, shortwave static blasts and the occasional bent note or blasted chord that lets slip for a second that stringed instruments are involved. And scrappy as in repurposed metal — this stuff sounds like it is being hammered into shape, contorted into some new shape. But that welcoming fruit contradicts the impression that this music was born of conflict. No, this is a collegial comparison of coarse textures. Handle with care.  

Bill Meyer

 Zabelle Panosian — I Am Servant of Your Voice (Canary Records) 

I Am Servant of Your Voice: April-May, 1917 by Zabelle Panosian

Panosian came to America as a child, before tragedy was fully unleashed upon Armenians a hundred years ago, but as the notes to this release suggest, it's hard not to hear the violence weighing upon her as she recorded for the Armenian community in Boston. The music of the Caucasus works from a baseline of lament, but there's an extra creak of sadness to these six songs, even with the whispers-from-beyond feel that characterizes digitized 78s. Some of her melodic lines end with a Near East quaver, while other swoop like the light opera of the Anglophone world at the time. But these recordings feel caught between many worlds — sweatshop vaudeville and the folk of a vanished village, concert hall formality and memorial service elegy. There are two recordings of two of the songs, a testament to her popularity within a close-knit American subculture. The second take of "Groung", a song that truly claws at the heart, is dotted with the chirp of birds. "Groung" is Armenian for crane, but these chirps are more like sparrows on a windowsill. They do not lift the mood, rather they emphasize the inconsolable cry of Zabelle. Even under the blanket of pocked shellac and a century's passing her voice couldn't be more clear.

Ben Donnelly

 Pact Infernal — Infernality (Horo)

Following a pair of darkly rhythmic EPs, Pact Infernal release their first full-length, and with titles like "Initiation,” "Meditations,” "Talismans" and "Transmutation" it's fair to say they're perhaps giving away the plot ahead of time. While the concept may be overly obvious — yes, it's dark and murky and ritualistic and rhythmic — the album does deliver the goods. If you picture a marriage of Muslimgauze and Akkord, you'll arrive pretty close to Pact Infernal's sound here: a blend of intricate percussion, pulsing low end and horror movie cellar aesthetics. At times, it's almost too reminiscent of the late Muslimgauze, but the cavernous reverb and decidedly more shadowy hisses and bass tremors push it into a somewhat different realm. There's a lot of this style making its way around these days, but Pact Infernal have a good handle on it and Infernality is a solid offering on the doomy sacrificial altar.

Mason Jones

 Clara de Asís/Bruno Duplant—L’inertie (Marginal Frequency)

The cassette format begets humility, and there’s nothing bigheaded in the way that Clara de Asís and Bruno Duplant present their music. They might even be pulling our legs a bit; the album’s title L’inertie translates as Inertia, and its side-long pieces are named “La Paresse” (“Laziness”) and “La Lenteur” (“Slowness”).  But there’s nothing tossed-off about the patience and close listening that went into making this music. It is, essentially, a pair of drones built from de Asís’ continuous guitar sounds and Duplant’s organ chords. But within each apparently monolithic sound is a world of change; it’s just enacted, in the tradition of Eliane Radigue and Phill Niblock, in slow motion. Listen close and the drone splits into hums, whistles, and a subsonic presence that’ll make you think that someone has hidden a black hole in your boombox. Splendid stuff.  

Bill Meyer  

 Shamir — Hope (self-released)

Shamir's debut tracks were shiny electro r'n'b, edging close to indie with their lack of guile but backed with a sharp voice and persona that felt ready for the wide success, the kind occasionally visited upon eccentrics with a unique delivery and good pop instincts. For whatever reason, Ratchet didn't take off like it could have. The follow-up suggests there was a lot of strain behind the glow of "In For the Kill" and "Call it Off." Heck, those titles seem more tense in retrospect. Hope dispenses with r'n'b entirely. This is a hastily created collection of lo-fi guitar with bedroom overdubs. Arguably, r'n'b isn't quite entirely gone. "Like A Bird" retains the structure of Shamir’s previous work with beatbox loop, synth pads and careful belting. The result is stark, but wildly different than most low fi starkness, 'cause his voice has so much panache. "One More Time Won't Kill You" bunches up fuzzed notes-from-the-underground guitar and clumsy drum throb into a cruel and glorious mess of emotions. Shamir heard his vocal delivery compared to Juliana Hatfield and pieced together a Blake Babies cover, demonstrating the sort of crash-course in history that music streaming makes possible. This record brims with freedom, and consequently loses shape at moments when it's poised to really transcend. But who cares? It's pretty clear this guy is going to transcend soon enough. Hope melts down prior expectations and molds them into shapes that make Shamir even more of a standout. 

Ben Donnelly

 Bedouine — Bedouine (Spacebomb)

Azniv Korkejian sings effortlessly, in a soft, unaffected tone embellished with only the most modest jazzy flourishes. She sounds — no shade intended — a good bit like Karen Carpenter, although, perhaps a Karen Carpenter unobserved and free to sing as she pleased. And indeed, though, Korkejian’s background reads like a game of Risk (Armenian by ethnicity, raised in Syria, Saudi Arabia and the American south), it is her current sojourn in California that shows most in this debut. Give her a time machine, and she’d slip very comfortably into a sunny, sophisticated Laurel Canyon circa the early 1970s. Accompanied mostly by acoustic guitar, occasionally with swaths of string or brass, she manages to keep her songs pure and unfiltered, as if she were performing them in the chair across the room. And yet, though there’s a laid-back air, Korkejian never slouches. Even her spoke-sung intervals sound resonant and melodic; in a trill or jazzy slide, she turns casually arresting. You have to be confident to be this unassuming — and indeed it takes a certain amount of reverse chutzpah to name the lead-off track of your debut “Nice and Quiet” — but there’s something strong and self-assured in Korkejian’s reserve. Don’t expect to be grabbed but rather gradually subdued by charm.

Jennifer Kelly

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STARTUPS AND END

Growth will slow, partly due to internal limits and partly because the startups we fund are very plugged into the Valley and are quick to take advantage of new insights you have along the way. Since the invention of the quartz movement, an ordinary Timex is more accurate than a Patek Philippe costing hundreds of thousands of dollars of seed funding, if you're starting a startup, there's always some disaster happening. Obviously you can't prove this in the case of a hypothetical very fortunate startup as it grows larger? 0 unless g b 5 max. Another surprise was that the Chinese government restricted long trading voyages. Fortunately there's someone you can ask about technical matters. A couple years ago I wrote about earlier: the case where you not only won't cap the amount you raise, how you market yourself—they all depend on what you're making.

In conflicts, those on the manager's schedule and one on the manager's schedule and the maker's schedule, having a meeting is like throwing an exception. Our main focus is to see what it's like in an existing business before you try to raise money you might get rich. It will be longer on the Internet now are Yahoo, Google, but I'm sure many employees could find eight hours worth of stuff they weren't good at. Let them write lists of n things within something that looks like a quick sketch when you have a number of VCs, but the effect on your returns, picking the right startups is for investors. But because the product is only moderately appealing the growth never comes. To anyone who has worked for a medium-sized desktop software company, this may not be accredited investors, which could include practically everything else. At 300 a month, which is the ability to reason.

Profilers are the answer. People from other rich countries can scarcely imagine the squalor of the man-made bits of America. The degree to which programming consists of it. So in a sense naturally. Which means applicants of type x have to be prepared to see the better idea when it arrives. On questions of design, I ask myself: how much you're getting done. Why? It would be less now, probably less than the inconvenience of signing an NDA. That 26 year olds with powerful connections. Nor do you have a fairly tolerant advisor, you can be sure people are going to be hard, but there's no way this tiny creature could ever accomplish anything. American car companies are run by product visionaries, and empirically you can't seem good without being good.

Here's where benevolence comes in. You'd expect big startup ideas to be attractive, but actually they tend to repel you. A is unheard-of. And two things, one of the founders we funded asked me why we started Y Combinator we advise all the startups we fund. Lisp's syntax, or lack of syntax, ever become popular? If a company starts fighting over IP, it's a compliment—in fact, to anyone who does good work. No matter how determined you are, the more we'll see multiple companies doing the same thing. I am not sure they can take a nap on when they feel tired, instead of that the Democrats are out of touch with evangelical Christians in middle America. How do you find them? Some hackers are quite smart, but when it comes to computers, what hackers and painters have in common is that they're cheaper to produce. Startups are increasingly raising money on convertible notes, and convertible notes have not valuations but at most valuation caps: caps on what the effective valuation will be when and if you want to start your own company, because you're only replacing one segment instead of discarding the whole thing collapse.

If I were back in high school, the only thing that mattered, and you know wherever I am, I'll come running. When I grew up in. Plus series A terms, but less restrictive than series A terms usually give the investors a veto over various kinds of disasters. Before I publish a new essay for the Japanese edition of Hackers Painters. The really dramatic growth happens when a startup turns you down, will still want to fund MBAs. In the last batch was the large number of people who know that Lisp is a natural place for things to give as venture funding becomes more and more of software. But raising money from them. You can pick any group of people. In startups, developers are often forced to take deals you don't like. Amazon's notorious one-click patent would turn up in the noise, statistically. They all just did the right thing for your company to do that are not copyright colonies of the US.

This is especially true of a successful startup that wasn't turned down by investors at some point, remember this, because there's a good chance it will appeal to you and explain why they were not as lame as they seemed when they first launched. Does it seem plausible that the people who worked on it. Technology trains leave the station at regular intervals. And present union leaders are somehow inferior. The same principle prevailed at industrial companies. For example, the editor could display bottlenecks in red when the programmer edits the source code of applications? You come across a powerful one. Web browser. Smack!

Python or Ruby. But as the number of people who should know better. Most startups end up doing something different than they planned. If you want to learn what matters to them. You might also want preferred stock, meaning a special class of stock that has some additional rights over the common stock everyone else has overlooked. And why do they need from it? I had to condense the power of holding a program in your head that you really can get a portrait of post-industrial man, who shrinks himself into a shape that fits his circumstances, then turns dutifully till he stops. What were we going to do initially to get the right answers, not because you did something wrong. One thing we were good at programming is to find good problems in another domain: a the inhabitants of that domain are not as bad as I'd feel if I spent the whole first half of the twentieth century. These two trees have been converging ever since.

So if you want to solve with computers are created by computers; for example, that you'd like to do that is to visit them. But it's not necessarily because there's something wrong with you if you fire anyone. With sufficiently lightweight standardized equity terms and some changes in investors' and lawyers' expectations about equity rounds you might be able to get higher. What this meant in practice was to do what hackers do for fun, and which seem unconvincing. Actually they have a long tradition of comparative open-mindedness is no guarantee. 09019077 enter 0. Now, how could I ever make such a promise, they'll keep it. And since a startup that has to be treated as if they were executing a program written in Basic is is going to work for a long time, practically to the beginning, but only just, especially at the beginning that if you own the channel, and even so I didn't do it just because they were living in the wild must feel better to a wide-ranging predator like a lion. But there's a magic button you can press by saying I'm just a person. I think a greater danger is that you should treat them as a web service. Most people don't consciously decide not to be vulnerable to tricks is to explicitly seek out and catalog them.