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[naffeclipse]

Apex Polarity Personality Quiz

This is a small little thing for fun I made in order to have an excuse to make more things for Apex Polarity and its wide aurora of AUs and variations on setting and Y/Ns.

1. Claws, teeth, ravenous appetite, equally as devouring gaze.

To you these qualities describe -

A. A dangerous wild animal

B. Potential husband

C. The stalker who keeps leaving dead things at your address

D. All of the above

E. Are you in danger?

F. Circle if you need help

G. Yes

2. What you look for most in a partner

A. Obsessive feral devotion

B. Good with kids

C. Humble

D. Passionate

E. Good hunter

F. Bear trap level cuddler

G. Serial mental note taker on everything you say and do

H. Overprotective to a fault, perhaps very much at a fault.

3. Your favorite pastime.

A. Immersion in nature and being out in the wilderness

B. A cold dip in the sea

C. Basking in the sun

D. Acting like you're a dolphin

E. Curling up in a warm space

F. Spending quality time with your loved ones

G. The joys of parenthood

4. Your preferred superpower (totally not escape methods)

A. Teleportation

B. Super speed

C. Invisibility

D. Shapeshifting

5. Your favorite animal/animal you resonate with the most

A. Arctic fox, phantomlike and swift, hiding behind snowdrifts when danger stirs. Your instinct is to avoid the grip of vices no matter how tempting, except perhaps if your stomach is involved.

B. Penguin, despite the cold weather and unforgiving ice, you are soft at your epicenter, from inside it radiates, and like a mirror you are equally as besotted by that which is as innocent and gentle.

C. Beluga, spun sweet and melodic, on your voice is carried the play of heartstrings like the gentle waver of quivering arctic waters and dancing sunlight. You sing and although it is fearless, the depths do not murmur in vain.

D. Seal, eccentric and woven into everything you do, you tend to stumble over your nerves but when in your element you are freed from all anxieties. The world may have taught you caution but In time you may learn to embody this grace wholly.

E. Narwhal, reclusive but mystical at the same time, perilously shy, and gentle but possessing fierce zeal in dire situations. Unfortunately, your likeness to a unicorn is reflected in others and far from many intentions are pure.

6. What is the most valuable in your eyes

A. Sentimental things even long years after they've run dry of their practical use

B. Shiny objects like rocks and trinkets

C. Natural wonders and displays of the world's phenomena

D. Food and guaranteed survival

E. Companionship

Score

Count how many like numbers you get (aka, all 4s, 2s, etc) and group them to find how many you got each. The highest quantity number is the winner.

(Important!) - Some answers can have multiple numbers assigned to them, in order of most indicative to least. Add these as well, their order has no meaning or weight on the score itself unless a tie occurs.

Further Explanation Guide

- Totaling - Count the amount of each number separately to see which one got the highest amount, if you get 7 4s, 2 3s, 4 1s and 6 2s, 4 is the winning number because there are the most 4s.

Example - Answered D on 1, D has the numbers 1, 4, and 3. Therefore you would add each a 1, 4 and 3 to the pool of numbers for your result.

- Ties - If you get a tie you use the highest favor number of each answer to settle it, or you can enjoy your multiple results. The most favored number is always the first listed.

Answer Guide

- 1. Claws, teeth, ravenous appetite, equally as devouring gaze. To you these qualities describe -

A - 4, 3 | B - 3, 4 | C - 2, 1, 4 | D - 1, 4, 3

E - 4, 1, 2 | F - 1, 2, 4 | G - 4, 3

- 2. What you look for most in a partner

A - 4 | B - 3, 1, 4, 2 | C - 3, 2, 4 | D - 4, 1

E - 3, 1, 2 | F - 3, 2 | G - 4, 1 | H - 2, 1, 3

- 3. Your favorite pastime

A - 4, 3, 1, 2 | B - 3, 2 | C - 2 | D - 3, 1

E - 4, 2, 3 | F - 3 | G - 3

- 4. Your preferred superpower (totally not escape methods)

A - 4 | B - 3 | C - 2 | D - 1

- 5. Your favorite animal/animal you resonate with the most

A - 1 | B - 3 | C - 1, 2| D - 2 | E - 4, 1

- 6. What is the most valuable in your eyes

A - 4, 3 | B - 1, 3 | C - 4 | D - 1, 2, 3 | E - 3, 2, 4

Results

📷 Polar Y/N - Mostly 4s

🐧 Harpy Y/N - Mostly 3s

🦭 Selkie Y/N - Mostly 2s

🧜 Siren Y/N - Mostly 1s

Let me know if anything felt inaccurate or incorrect. I tried my best while still not reading much of AP because of mental health issues making it really too taxing to read a lot like as in books or fanfiction etc. Most of this is based on the various AU posts for Apex Polarity. You can adjust stuff if you feel like it doesn't fit.

[talenlee]

Game Pile: Sheriff of Nottingham

Sheriff of Nottingham is one of my favourite games that I will probably never get to properly play.

The core mechanism of Sheriff of Nottingham is a simple game of bluffing. It’s hide-and-seek with a deck of cards. The group are all playing merchants, and in each round, one player takes turns being the Sheriff of Nottingham. The Sheriff gets to inspect each of the players’ offerings, with a penalty if they inspect someone innocent and a reward if they find someone guilty.

That is the core of what goes into the game. Things like tallying scores, the distribution in the deck, burn cards and comparative weight of contraband, that’s all stuff that’s there to lend it texture, but in its absolute heart of hearts, this is a game where one player watches as two to five other players all line up to not tell them lies, honest, officer. Complicating it from just a straightforward ‘do you believe me?’ vs ‘do you not?’ is that players can wheedle and negotiate during the phase where the Sheriff is deciding whether or not to bust your chops, but also complicating that further is the way that the game is set up to have a clear and distinct boundary between whether you’re being investigated or not.

See, you could just have this game built around a deck of cards; you set say, four cards in front of the Sheriff and say ‘hey, this is all apples, please don’t look,’ but they pick it up to look at it – when in that process is it too late for the Sheriff to turn back? How quickly can you blurt a bribe that’ll stop the whole affair out? It’s a really interesting thing where when you deal with physical, material objects, truly binary boundaries between two game states can be very challenging to maintain cleanly.

What Sheriff of Nottingham does to facilitate this is a little purse in which you slip your cards. Once you do, you’re committed; there’s no almost-in, or not-quite in cards. You choose, you put them in, and then you close the purse with a clasp. That clasp is a push-clasp, which also means that pulling it open is a little bit of effort. The player commits when they submit their bag and the Sheriff commits to searching the bag once they pop that clasp.

It does not escape me that this effort creates an access problem for players with weaker hands. This is along with the way that this game of pretty much pure bluffing discourages players who don’t like to lie or can’t lie, and the way that the whole game presents real challenges for players who struggle with on-the-fly mathematics. See, one of the complaints of Sheriff of Nottingham is that the actual resolution of the game is a bit fiddly; once you get to the end of the game you work out how your score works based on the number of cards you got, and to facilitate that, you get a little paper pad. Trust me, a game that ends with everyone doing complex math has to be satisfying at every step of the way, or, you know what, no, it has to be Wingspan. Wingspan can end the game with fiddly math and note taking, that’s how good a game has to be in order to make this not a pain.

Sheriff of Nottingham is an introductory game in disguise. You don’t need to buy into an elaborate fiction to understand it, even though the narrative supposes a modest connection to a Robin Hood kind of story. The fiction of the game is that the players represent traders who are moving into a market, in irregular groups, and each time they move in, they get their carts checked (or not) by the local sheriff who is of mercurial mood and disposition. In fact, buying into the fiction creates a question of why bribing the guards goes into the pockets of another player, so really, it’s for the best you don’t. The gameplay loop of trying to fool one another presents itself very obviously and by pushing all the scoring complexity to the end game, nobody needs to track exactly how well they’re doing while they learn.

I think that a scoring system that doesn’t rely on doing math but instead relies on dividing your end-game cards would be the best way to do things. Make it so it’s not that apples are worth 2 points and the player with the most apples gets a bonus, but instead, you keep every third apple card, and have scores be much lower. Numbers would need tweaking to ensure that the coinage scores weren’t that important – the fiction clearly indicates that

The problem of course is that when the game is this simple, built around a mechanism so tightly defined, is that it’s essentially, a tension engine. Not only is it a matter of a game where you have to lie to people – even if only to not seem completely honest! – it’s a game where you’re presented with a non-stop sequence of tense experiences. It might as well be Shoplifting Simulator for the way the game’s mechanics inspire people to start sweating!

And therein lies the barrier for entry.

I love this game. I love watching this game. We use it in our classes to teach students who have never played a board game before how to go from ‘nothing’ to ‘proficiently playing.’ It has a beautiful, almost predictable arc where poeple play the first rounds in quiet silence, then someone gets away with their first lie and suddenly there’s a layer of tension and people start to laugh. Then someone bribes someone else to investigate another player and suddenly there’s a new source of laughter.

I love to see it! I love to see the way players learn to tease one another, the way players learn to mess with one another.

Now remember that my play group often involves children and my mother.

This is not a game that fits my playgroup! And that’s okay to know and it’s okay to remember it! But then I get to enjoy watching people play it, either on the internet or in class.

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

[oranges-arent-fruits-idiot]

hello world!!!

so hi!! we are a system with 30ish alters! you can always call us whichever one is fronting or just axce/kaeso/kae to refer to the body! since we're plural you can use the fronting party's pronouns or just honestly any pronouns you want, mainly neopronouns! i'm quite excited, sorry :D

to see our original thoughts you can search the tag "#kae post" for that!

check out our simply plural for more on alters (trust me i'll have a link out soon)

i'm your local nyc street rat coming out of his cave to tell you strange tales of the world around y'all (and maybe i'll make this an ARG but I Really Have No Clue)

we will often use plural pronouns, bad grammar/weird spelling, leetspeak, numbers, alternate caps, and other stuff so be patient plz diagnosed: autism adhd ptsd DID dyslexia dyscalcia EDS and potentially bpd (aka haha we're fucked up)

most alters are atheist but amara, mara, aspen, and vanessa practice Celtic paganism

hyperfixations/interests

minecraft

stardew valley

omori

queer history

riot grrrl punk

hyperpop

nerdcore

horrorcore rap

pop punk

crust punk

will wood & the tapeworms

penelope scott

undertale/deltarune

the theorist channels

markiplier

unus annus

memey music from the early-mid 2010s

prehistoric creatures in funny looking jars

mesosaurs

lemon demon

tally hall

jack stauber

analog horror

old cancelled kids shows (shirt tales)

helluva boss

doki doki literature club

the binding of isaac

guitar

bass (not the fish)

psychology

stand up comedy (john mulaney and bo burnham)

pokemon

animal crossing

south park

poppy playtime

vita carnis (analogue horror)

the boiled one phenomenon (analogue horror)

the man in the suit (analogue horror)

the mandela catalogue (analogue horror)

the fnaf vhs tapes (analogue horror)

bosivert (analogue horror)

vocaloids (especially miku)

sanrio (mostly kuromi and kero kero keroppi)

musicals but especially heathers

early 2000's dcoms (the OC, 90210 (the remake), one tree hill, etc)

early 2000's sitcoms (parks and rec, the office, gilmore girls, etc)

the hunger games

special interests (current and past):

FNaF

homestuck

political science (i'm an athiest but still Praying For Our Country Cause The Fucking Election Is Going To Doom Us All)

kandi (the Cool Rave Bracelets)

insane clown posse (icp)

analogue horror in general

minecraft

Greco-Roman and Asian world history

ALTERS: (hearts indicate which alters are currently known to be dating @meri-goround, the rest are either, a. traumaholders who shouldnt, b. aroace alters, c. children or not emotionally competent enough to date, or d. alters who are currently dormant/practically never front)

ace ♠️ - 11, thankfully gave up host role, the body's first resident, gender-fluid bisexual demirose and greyrose. kind of chaotic and also an autistic child with ptsd so be nice. just split into ace and axce recently so sorry if you're confused. mostly just a traumaholder now. pronouns are he/they/she

axce ❤️ - such a silly goober! funny haha autistc gremiln. eats too much soup. loves her girlfriend sooooooo much! transfem bi bundle of rage, pronouns are ze/she/he/they ❤️

ada ⚠️  - 6, old self, ptsd, autism, and bpd. trauma-holder. constantly causes problems but also shouldn't be attacked, she's really fragile. pronouns are she/it

??? ⚰️ - ??, demonic entity/personification of trauma/body's schizoaffective. doesn't front but can be detrimental to other's mental states. pronouns are ????

becka 🛝 - 7, one of the first splits. reeeeeeeaaaaallyy big traumaholder. pretty much has complete amnesia to everything else tho. tries to act socially and emotionally competent and cishetalloabled but can’t. pronouns are she/her?

ashley 😡 - 9, complete personality copy of our first abuser. really shitty person. just gonna try to ignore her lol. pronouns are she/they

tobias 😨 - 9, complete personality copy of our second abuser. really shitty guy. just gonna try to ignore him lol. pronouns are they/them

mori 💀 - 10-15 year old (we don't know) non-binary/agender thing who likes dnd, journaling, cosplay, mcyts, and old tech. your average white frog non-binary stereotype. autistic. only wears sweaters. pronouns are xe/mori ❤️

alex 🎤 - 19, trans gay stand-up comedian. likes anime and rap. kinda basic white boy (can't cook). dyslexic and dumb. he hates it here. chronic pain and fatigue. doesn't front much but can cause he's a dumbshit and doesn't know how most of the time. pronouns are he/him ❤️

apsen 🔥 - 15, ur average punk juggalo who likes to break shit. he is nice, though! he is a kin of foxybro/young micheal from fnaf. keeps making way too many damn battlevests. pronouns are he/him ❤️

amara 🌺 - 16, feminine friend to the littles who likes flowers and the outdoors. transfem and aroace. likes to play stardew valley. cooks a lot. pronouns are she/her ❤️

mara 🌼 - 15, quiet introvert who's really good at video games. talks in a really high voice and is super calm. really smart and good at remembering things. panromantic ace demi-girl. pronouns are they/she ❤️

ara 🌸 - 14, sassy babysitter who has no concept of math. trans bisexual aromantic girl. this girl has all the adhd. she really likes fruit smoothies and taylor swift. seems like a trashy white girl but is really self aware and punk. someone showed her an ani difranco concert and she got so excited she shaved her head lol. pronouns are she/xe ❤️

ash 💥 - 7 (a little), creative and fun! one of the main fronters, surprisingly! androgynous bi-gender little who wants to be an artist! plays a lot of video games and draws with crayons! uses many exclamation points! kins sun (fnaf), nepeta (homestuck) and ash (pokémon)! very dyslexic and dyspraxic and has unmedicated ADHD and bad sensory issues! likes pokémon, minecraft, fnaf, and homestuck (it is too old for him but he learned about it through ace and can't stop reading it) and their fandoms and fansongs! pronouns are he/she/ze/sun/ash

dave 💿  - fictive of dave strider from homestuck, 14, trans and bi, uses any pronouns

sun ☀️ - fictive of sun from fnaf, protector/caretaker of the littles. rarely fronts, almost exclusively co-fronts with greg or ash. 16, genderqueer, pronouns are they/he/she/sun

elizabeth 🍦 - fictive of elizabeth afton from fnaf. super loud and obnoxious. 8 (a little), transfem, pronouns are she/her

evan afton 🧸 - fictive of evan afton (crying child) from fnaf. trauma-holder. completely nob-verbal and non-communicative. 6 (a little), pronouns are he/him

gamzee 🎪 - fictive of gamzee makara from homestuck, 17, trans aroace, pronouns are he/they. one of the main fronters for some reason. skitzoaffective and autism. mostly mute other than saying completely crazy shit (voicing intrusive thoughts). really hates school. pities his friends. 

mituna ⭐️ - fictive of mituna captor from homestuck, 4 (a little), trans, uses any pronouns. super creative and loud but non-verbal. makes a lot of noises and tries to communicate in crude ASL and his own sign language. really bad sensory issues.

sollux 🌟 - fictive of sollux captor from homestuck, 17, bi-gender and bisexual, pronouns are he/she/bee. token older sibling who is so tired and annoyed. looks constantly hungover. addicted to tumblr. ❤️

gregory 🍕 - fictive of gregory from fnaf. most people call him greg. one of the main fronters. the only competent one in the system, wstg. really loves his source. 14, trans and aroace, pronouns are he/they ❤️

vannessa 🐰 - fictive of vanessa from fnaf. a protector. 19, trans and aromantic aplatonic. pronouns are she/they. ❤️

DNI:

bigots

exclusionaries

racists

pro endos

facists

republicans

TERFS

rude people

proshippers

endos/other -genics that are NOT TRAUMAGENIC PLS DONT INTERACT I DONT WANNA DEAL WITH SYSCOURSE ON MY BLOG EVEN THO I’M ANTI ENDO

aphobes/transphobes/homophobes

creepy peeps (pedos, zoos, MAPs, etc)

anyone I know IRL that shouldn’t know my tumblr exists (except tez, st4r, and don)

people i've blocked b4 on other accounts (u know who u r)

anyone who just doesn't like what i have to say if it's harmless (i'll take criticism but if you're gonna come to my blog to be an asshole for no reason then Screw You, Man!)

[herotome]

Can you pretty please talk more about the point system? <3 A compatibility point system sounds so intriguing and organic. 👀

I love yall both very much @n0tafish @hummingbird-games and I will NOT be ignoring U_U

You'll have three in-game days to earn points before being locked into a route (an assigned work partner/mentor).

The numbers I've tallied so far are for the entirety of day one, in which:

You get long scenes with Warden, Griffin, and Jade.

You get much shorter scenes with Mia and Dart.

However, the available points aren't necessarily tied to their screen time. While Mia's scene is brief, she can feel VERY strongly about the MC (both positive and negative), so she has a higher point total than you'd expect. On the other hand, even though Jade has a long scene, she's less impressionable and therefore has less points.

Warden has more points because he's invested in you and wants to see you succeed - but on the other hand, you can disappoint him a great deal by not living up to the image he has of you in his head.

Meanwhile, Dart is just plain not that invested in your first meeting lol.

Griffin is a bit more special: Griffin has more points because she's being generous and wants to give you a fair chance, and is therefore much more forgiving when you mess up or say something weird. (Also, Griffin is just a sort of unflappable and even-tempered person).

More under the cut!

Okay, so now that we've covered what the compatibility point totals represent, I should point out that there's three types of choices to be aware of if you want to minmax a character's compatibility:

1. GROUP CHOICES

This usually involves your personal beliefs. For example, you can decide how you feel about a celebrity hero who's fallen very far from grace. It's not that each choice matches a specific character - but how likely they are to agree with you, to varying degrees.

They don't feel strongly about the topic though (unless they're Mia, who feels a little stronger and agrees with two choices), hence they only give out 1 or 2 points.

Then there's choices like this; Warden and Griffin appreciate you sympathizing with fans, Griffin and Jade will be amused that you'll 'yes and' the bit (or are chaotic enough to burn fanmail), Mia and Dart appreciate you deferring to Gemini, and while Mia just generally wants to defer to authority, Griffin does NOT like it if you're that worried about what Warden thinks.

Overall the Group Choices tend to offer fewer points, but they can add up. If you're compatible with two characters, your morals/expression from your Group Choices might just be a tiebreaker.

2. INDIVIDUAL CHOICES

This is a more standard-fare visual novel set-up, I think. Individual choices usually involve talking to that character directly, and not being RUDE to them (unless you're trying to farm those sweet sweet penalties or have a moment of weakness).

There are "correct" choices and "incorrect" ones. Dart's especially prickly on the first day, so doing anything to interrupt his work will make him think you're not compatible.

Mia is also rather prickly, but she's more willing to be won over. As long as you don't antagonize her afterwards, she'll really like it if you compliment her nails.

3. FLAVOR CHOICES

These are the ones that don't necessarily affect anything aside from dialogue. For example:

The love interests aren't going to your judge compatibility based on what you like to eat, but they DO want you to eat. You can't escape at least getting some toast!

And... yep, that's three.

However, even if you don't know how the points work, I think you'll be able to get the character you want by being honest. I want the game to be not only organic, but very forgiving.

You're only expected to get about 60% compatibility to be "doing well" with a character by the end of day one, but there's still going to be two more days to earn points (and Griffin may or may not directly ask who you WANT to end up with - which doesn't cancel out your most compatible person, but might give the desired character a small boost.)

Okay I think that covers most everything sdjbnflsd thank you for asking!!! <3 <3 <3

[platthepotato]

I've decided this is going to be for game design topics (I'm not a designer but I'm heavily interested in the process of game design) and want to take this first opportunity to discuss something that really intrigues me:

Collectibles!

Many single player video games provide optional collectibles whether it's in the form of hidden objects, special notes/papers to read, or even just "collecting" certain random events.

My favourite example of a good collectibles system is the Korok Seeds in The Legend of Zelda: Breath of The Wild. For those who don't know in Breath of The Wild(BOTW) there are 900 Korok Seeds to collect, they are in widely varied locations on the map and each requiring one of a limited number of puzzle types in order to collect them.

To communicate to the player that these puzzles exist they are usually something slightly out of the ordinary or feature a small woodland creature (a Korok) in the area to hint at the puzzles existence. Additionally you can use Korok seeds to increase your inventory capacity.

So Korok seeds are a collectible spread throughout a vast open world, each with a small puzzle tied to it, that has a clear but not completely obvious indicator of its existence, and provides a gameplay QoL benefit.

A bad example of collectibles (in my opinion) is Five Night's at Freddy's: Security Breach (Security Breach). What Security Breach does wrong in my opinion is a couple of things. To start, the collectibles give very little gameplay incentive and don't communicate that well. The collectibles in Security Breach are in static locations (not a problem, Korok seeds are too), with static rewards every time. This would be perfectly okay if the way the rewards were given wasn't tied to specific collectibles.

Certain collectibles in Security Breach provide boosts like more stamina, a faster sprint speed, or more battery charge. These boost collectibles are always in the same location in every playthrough and there's only about 10-20 total out of 100 collectibles. This means that if you happen to find these boosts you will either: get excited and search for more boosts only to completely stop gaining them after a certain point OR you will get what you need and not be incentivised to collect any more. There is an achievement for gaining every collectible which is enough of a reward for most people, however being a single player story game many won't look at achievements beforehand so as to not spoil their experience.

Additionally, and this is admittedly a partial result of the poor save system, when you collect a collectible it is shown in your inventory in game. Each save file has its own unique inventory that is completely separate in every run. There's no way to display overall findings through multiple saves across your whole time playing without having every single collectible to get the achievement.

In my opinion a good solution to this would be a collectible tally system. It displays in the main menu and each time you collect a collectible in a playthrough, it adds +1 to a counter in the main menu. That way you can still collect them separately every time but there is a centralized, collective area to store all the collectibles you found, as well as showcasing your dedication to collecting them multiple times over with a save system that allows for that.

Ultimately, the way collectibles are implemented in a game heavily depends on the functionalities of the game but should overall have a sense of satisfaction tied to collecting them, whether it's a clear display of all that you've gathered or a noticeable gameplay reward for going out of your way.

No guarantees on what my next game design topic will be but I'm thinking maybe Bestiaries and collection books next as it's a similar vein to collectibles (still a form of collecting) but is usually way more connected directly to gameplay.

Also: this is my first post on Tumblr so if formatting is weird or anything like that I will be working on it in the future!

[protagonistheavy]

The downfall of Twitter, to me, is the express transition of the platform's purpose: from being a message board-lite website intended for community engagement and updates, into a nonstop scrolling list of advertisements.

If youve got a Twitter, I ask that you go through your timeline and just tally up how many tweets you see that are about promoting something. It's a more surprising amount than you might realize! Because chances are, you willingly follow a bunch of people -- artists, content creators, writers (wait, no one reads, nvm) -- who post a LOT of self-promotion. And sure, that's not as obnoxious as a forced-ad on your dash from some corporation, but it also isn't how Twitter used to be.

Part of this is due to the platform's audience gradually encompassing Everyone On The Internet, and so everyone wants to use it like a giant billboard. But in becoming this, its lost the unique identity that separated Twitter from other social media. It's sad that so many Twitter users are wannabe power-users, people obsessed with seeing Numbers Go Up on their aNaLyTiCs... to the point that they forget that they need to also, uh, make good content? Like I see people complaining so hard that their twitch clips on twitter get so little views, and instead of admitting "maybe this is just a really mid clip in an oversaturated market," they go "It must be the algorithm's fault! It must be Twitter's fault! The numbers aren't going up enough!!"

And then they buy Twitter Blue lmao. A system that artificially inflates their numbers and gives them the dopamine they're addicted to. Seriously, as I've seen more and more twitter users reacting to the website's decay, it's become extremely revealing how shallow so many people have either been or become -- so many people who really do just crave and feel entitled to an exact amount of attention, or people who were never interested in being personable, only interested in shoving their business onto peoples' feeds.

[dyst-blogs]

I just checked your interests and

TMBG, LEMON DEMON, TALLY HALL??!

ME TOO?!?

Any ways, how would you feel if I sent you some videos about math I watched recently (one is on projective geometry and the other is on a numbering system that expands on the real numbers like complex and split complex numbers do but in 3 dimensions)?

YEAAAAAA GOOD MUSIC!!!

also, that would be awesome!! i love math videos. however, i cant promise ill watch em anytime soon.... i hardly have time to do anytjing fun anymore, lolz

[virovac]

You can contact them on personal websites today, since a federal holiday, and call tomorrow

From nimblermortal:

1h ago

Please look up your senators here. The Senate is not the House. If you contact the House about a Senate bill, you will not get impact. (You should have 2 senators to contact.)

As @agentofangels said in the notes:

Hello, hi, former Senate employee here Please give whatever office you are calling a home address that is in their state. I didn’t say it had to be YOUR home address, just look one up and give that as yours because otherwise your message is getting thrown in the garbage. We’re not going to look you up we’re just going to type you in our system and hit save then your call will be added to a tally of “for” and “against” Anyway have fun and be kind to the people answering the phones, it’s not their fault shits fucked and they are probably unpaid interns.

If you have a Republican senator, you may be interested in the phrasing I used below. They have demonstrated they are not interested in phrases like "humanitarian crisis". I want to be prepared to yell at them when they try to pull out of NATO for "draining US resources". It will make me feel more effective even when, as the agent said above, it's just going to get tallied as For or Against.

I am your constituent and I am writing to urge you to support S J 111, S J 112, S J 113, S J 114, S J 115, and S J 116. It is important for the US to support our allies, and also to make it clear that we will not simply bankroll any military operation they choose to embark on. We are not a military welfare state for the rest of the world to draw on. We have to guard our international reputation and our international credit, and right now Israel is merely drawing us down in the eyes of our other allies, and in our economy.

If like me you are filled with a superstitious nature, you can look up S J 111-116 here or google them. I recommend including the "S J"; when I googled just "senate bill 11x" I got several unrelated items.

I am not responsible for the numbering in this list. Tumblr, learn how to add sub-bullets, or discount indented script in the middle of a list.

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Personally I would just say "Senate Joint Resolutions 111 through 116", less of a mouthful

Senators are going to vote on whether or not we should continue to send aid to Israel on Wednesday, November 13th. Call them, bombard their phone lines with calls. Every fucking day. We have a chance of doing something about this.

While you are at it, please share @zinaanqar ‘s campaign (link here)

[agape-philo-sophia]

➝ BANK ACCOUNT.

CONTROLLED MEANING: A safe and convenient depository for your money which relieves you of the threat of possible loss or theft. An advanced feature of modern society which makes it possible to trade interstate, or internationally, without gold or cash.

Anyone who does not have a bank account, and a bank credit card, is considered a second-class citizen – disenfranchised and without the business privileges of modern society.

"Everyone needs a bank account!"

CORRECT MEANING: A bank account is a tool used by the Beast System to make it possible to keep extensive records on all their subjects (citizens). Your Bank Account Number, and your Social Security Number (required in order to open a Bank Account) are part of what the Bible calls "the mark of the beast."

In Revelation 13:15-17, the prophecy accurately foretold that the Beast System would force people to obtain a "mark" or a "number." Failure to obtain a "number" would render a person unable to buy or sell (i.e., conduct business). Most folks, today, are beginning to realize that it is impossible to conduct business publicly without a Bank Account and a number - thus, giving the Beast access to your records and private life. This, of course, was its motive all along. With your privacy compromised, and your life records available to all agencies of banking and government, they have the means to enslave and control you through taxation, investigation, and intimidation via the IRS, the police and the courts.

Actually, bank accounts (and banks, as we know them) are totally unnecessary. Local transactions are more easily conducted with cash. Interstate, or international, transactions can be handled by notes purchased from any reputable house of currency. This, however, would not serve the beast's purpose of getting a day-to-day record of your total cash flow – which records are then tallied and shared with the IRS via central computers tied in with all member banks throughout the world. If you have a bank account, your daily cash flow and tax liability is known to every bank and credit institution in the world – as well as the government.

Contrary to common brainwash, a bank account is NOT safe! It subjects you to legalized theft, slavery, and loss of privacy,. Bankers have convinced the public that it is not safe to store, carry or take care of your own cash. Thus, most people carry checkbooks instead of cash. However, less than 1% of the people get robbed of their cash in their entire lifetime. And, very few people lose any substantial amount of money by misplacing it. Compare that with the fact that 100% of the people who hand their cash over to a bank lose a percentage of their money every day through fees, interest and taxation. They are not only getting robbed – they generally become thieves themselves by participating in usury accounts.

The beast system could be dealt a severe blow if everyone would deal in cash as much as possible, purchase money orders for long distance transactions, and QUIT KEEPING RECORDS.

[ailtrahq]

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[outsidermunson]

It was a very impressive collection. Something Eddie himself would love to throw his time and energy into if he had the funds and the space to do so. His bedroom was something of a shrine to his most admired bands with a number of posters and his collection of cassettes and the occasional vinyl he managed to nab for himself. It was nothing on this scale though.

Tina lets slip that it belongs to her father, sensing a little bit of disdain in the way she speaks about him. It clicks then why the parties were so frequent and she sought not to be alone. "So he's just... never home?" Eddie was starting to think it was a common trait for dads to suck. He wasn't sure she meant to share that much with him, they were a bit under influence after all, but he finds himself letting a little of his family life slip as well. "My old man isn't ever home either. He's in jail, actually. Has been since I was about ten."

With her gesture toward the neighboring wall, Eddie makes his way over to where the vinyls were all neatly displayed. What really had his interest though were all the framed photos of who he assumed was her father with various artists he recognized. "Oh, shit." He couldn't help envying the man because he would probably die if ever met even one of his musical inspirations. He soon lands on the one Tina is talking about, realizing the 'Bon' guy she was talking about was Bon Jovi. Another legend. It didn't escape his notice that she was all but admitting she found the guy attractive. Yet another shock to the system, like she was keeping a personal tally for the number of times she was able to surprise him. Especially because, well, the guy kind of inspired his own style. "Is he... Your type?"

In REALITY, Tina didn't know nearly as much as her father WISHED for her to. Perhaps BECAUSE of that fact, and that fact alone - Tina was USED to being the family disappointment after all - she didn't really TRY. Though she had admittedly gleamed a few things over the years and was able to use THAT bit of trivia on local dealer. Enough to impress HIM at least, and really that's all that mattered in the moment. So she'd smirk and slowly follow him into the room, plopping down on the arm of the RICH leather sofa her father kept all to himself down here. Eyes WATCHED as he skimmed along the records and then shrugged her shoulders at his words.

❝You'd have to ask my DAD. If he EVER comes back into town that is. This is his little PASSION PROJECT.❞ Letting slip that her father was hardly ever home, Tina KNEW that the weed was kicking in. Her body seemed LOOSER now, and she seemed to be able to talk more FREELY about things she was usually more tight lipped about. But instead of dwelling on that and bringing more attention to it, the blonde continued as if she said nothing out of the ordinary. ❝He's got EVERYTHING down here. From pop, to rock, to country. You name it ... it's probably on the WALL.❞

Glancing over, Tina nodded her head towards the wall BESIDES where all the vinyl's rested comfortably. There, you'd be able to spot various pictures of bands and artists that her father had MET over the years. Most pictures featured the MAN shaking hands with or otherwise HUGGING on them in a friendly and familiar manner, and she couldn't help it as eyes landed on one particular picture. Her FAVORITE one. ❝He may not make my TYPE of music but that Bon guy? I wouldn't MIND it if my dad met him again. Might even tag along this time.❞ That BON guy being none other than Jon Bon Jovi himself, front and center amongst the portrait wall.

[seat-safety-switch]

Today’s completely unmaintainable vehicles are meant to be disposable. That’s just a fact. That said, anyone who has worked on cars before will tell you that “disposable” is only a state of mind. Take me, for instance. I drive around in cars which automotive journalists refer to as “wretched,” “corrosion-prone,” and “a deep red mark on the tally of humanity’s collective achievements.” And still, decades after the fact, they are being maintained.

There’s a few strategies to keep these shitty cars on the road, often long after the automakers that birthed them have left this plane of existence. In the interest of public service, I’m going to share some of them with today’s owners of future orphaned vehicles.

First, and most obviously: look for other places the same parts were used. Today’s automakers don’t have the budget to develop, say, a whole ABS braking computer from scratch. They buy that shit from some German company that makes dishwashers, napalm, and anti-lock braking systems. Chances are another model of car used the same one. Will the calibration be the same? No, but ABS is a fad anyway. Pumping those brakes when they lock up at a gnat’s fart on ice will give you a serious calf workout, and don’t think your significant other won’t appreciate that.

Second, don’t be afraid to make your own parts. It may surprise you to hear this, but everything around you, no matter how infinitely complex, was made by human beings. Are those human beings smarter or more capable than you? The theory behind democratic government says no. Is that theory correct? Ask the 1979 LeMans I’m driving that has three-tenths of a straight-six from a Nissan Skyline grafted onto its transmission with increasingly harrowing plywood adapters.

Last, a vintage car that is parked is still incredibly valuable. Take a look at Barrett-Jackson. There, super-rich idiots will try to kill each other in order to pay several million dollars for a well-painted pickup truck. Will you still be able to buy paint in the future? It stands to reason: yes, even if we have to make it out of ground-up beetles again. What about Bondo? Maybe not, so start hoarding that shit. Any experience in bodywork and rust removal you can gain now, when resources are relatively rich, will pay off later in the Northern Salted Wastezone.

I hope that you learned something today about how to keep your soon-to-be-orphaned commuter car operating for decades to come. Don’t forget to write your phone number down on the sheet at the front, so you can join our group chat, where we alert one another if a Daewoo shows up at the junkyard again.

[m3chanical-rhythm]

bionicparrot​:

Triage didn’t much care nor worry about the route that Blackout would decide to take. She had done enough of her own research to pinpoint what she deemed as trouble areas. If she could neutralize these locations then she could position herself and the remaining enemies between her and her temporary partner. In theory it would make for easy cleanup. 

Honestly, the only issue she was factoring in was how pathetically short a timeframe they had too pull off what many would deem impossible. 

Getting inside was a trivial task. In the enemies’ confusion how could they prepare themselves for an adversary that seemed to have suddenly appeared among their midst? Not just an adversary but one that was riding on a mechanaloid’s whose size should have been easily seen coming even with their security in shambles.

They weren’t given much time to think on the failure of their security nor how they were far too slow to react to her so boldly appearing alone in the middle of a group of mavericks. There was supposed to be safety in numbers. A power that spread fear when outsiders heard the word maverick, but all that crumbled as her hound lunged forward with metal claws and teeth that expertly tore away metal armor. 

With beam saber in hand she made her move. Jumping down from her mount’s back she propelled herself through the crowd of enemies. Each move, each slash and lunge from her blade landed with surgical precision leaving them a crumpled husk on the ground when cpus and core lines were severed. Many were left in surprisingly good condition, at least the ones that Lima and Juliet didn’t sink their teeth into. 

Four minutes down. 

She couldn’t help but wonder if Blackout’s nanites had found her yet. There was little doubt in her mind when it came to him sending them out, be they to spy or actually help her if need be. Perhaps both. Honestly, it was a shame that she couldn’t fully trust him, it forced her hand making sure she didn’t lay all of her cards on the table lest it could be used against her in the future. 

Still, she had to at least make sure he understood why it would be in everyone’s best interest if after this little mission they continued to play nice together. 

A brief moment was taken to tally up the least damaged of the mavericks that littered their ground in puddles of their own oil and coolant. With a series of clicks her hand retreated into her buster which was aimed at the reploid bodies. Each shot let off a dull sound, releasing a fist sized ball that rolled towards their targets. 

Each one unfurled, their sphere shapes stretching into long segmented bodies with mechanical wings folding outward. Six legs clicked into place with compound eyes scanning the bodies automatically seeking points of entry that were so carefully opened for each one to crawl into. 

Triage was rather proud them. Her once simple drones that were used merely for search and rescue now evolved after years of work into something dangerous. She did take some inspiration from the dragonfly like pararoids, one of the few mechanloids that had actually impressed her. A design she worked to improve and make her own. 

Seven minutes down. Time to see how far and what damage her partner had managed. 

From the moment she was in range of the base she had already been working on forcing her way remotely into the com system. It wasn’t too hard a task seeing as it was the least guarded as it wasn’t a core system. Once it was brought under her command she returned to Lima’s back. This time opting to stand on his shoulders as he walked confidently through puddles of oil leaving his monstrous paw prints behind. 

Those remaining in the base would hear her dramatically clearing her throat, “Attention remaining soldiers, mavericks. As a reward for your diligent efforts and loyalty to your commander Sigma. I would like to draw your attention to cargo bay two. Free entertainment will be provided.” 

With the offer of her location hanging in the air as she poked the proverbial beehive her voice cut out, now replaced with the sound of music taking over the com system. ((Music: XXXX))

A dramatic wave of her hand in tune with the cheeky music that now played around them had the pararoid infected bodies rising. What were once maverick soldiers now shuffled towards the doors, armored husks and weapons for her parasitic robots. 

Blackout’s nanites had indeed found her, and were of course, streaming all the footage they caught to another server that he would access later for study. They were ordered only to act if she looked like she needed help. Judging by the mess she left behind, however, she would be just fine against these mere foot soldiers. 

Hearing the intercom from his own cargo location gave Blackout pause. He’d expected a Maverick to be shouting orders, or in the worst case scenario, Sigma himself. So he was surprised to hear Odyssey herself on the line, offering...’free entertainment’. Blackout smirked to himself as the music came on. The two of them would get along just fine as business associates. He made a note to look into this song later, as it wasn’t one he’d ever heard before. 

As he’d expected, the parts he had told Odyssey would be here were almost entirely located here in these storage spaces. There were some unaccounted for, but those were most likely located closer to the main hub of the outpost near a Med Bay. Blackout sent out more of his nanites to the containers, to tally up what was here for them to collect.

In just ten minutes, the outpost had been reduced to shambles; only a fraction of the Mavericks who’d been assigned here were left, and they were scurrying mostly to Cargo Bay Two to meet with Odyssey and her aforementioned entertainment. They were making good time--so long as no reinforcements showed up early, there was a good chance they’d get 10 to 15 minutes to acquire the supplies and information they both wanted. 

Figuring he may as well check on his partner himself (and they had no wireless means of doing such), Blackout also made his was to the Bay Odyssey was in. There were a few Mavericks between him and his destination, sure, but they hardly posed a threat. Pathetic, really; for an outpost under the orders of Sigma himself, there wasn’t much in the way of a challenge. Perhaps Mavericks were growing soft...or Sigma only cared about quantity. Still, there was no reason for Blackout to drop his guard just yet, even as he flicked the coolant off his blade and rounded the corner into the hallway that led towards to Cargo Bay Two.

There was his partner coming out, as had been advertised, surrounded by Mavericks...but they were in pieces, shambling about rather than attacking. They moved like they were under a spell. A quick scan for their core signals gave Blackout the explanation he was looking for. Suddenly, the song choice made a lot more sense.

“You’ve made some friends.” Mused Blackout from the corner. “I think I decommissioned some of your prospective audience on the way here, though. My sincere apologies.”

He came down the hallway towards her and her zombified army, moving through them like a mere crowd of bodies in the city. Blackout wiped some coolant off his face with the back of his hand, flicking that away as well.

“Most of what we came looking for are located in these cargo and storage spaces in this wing. I expect to find the rest as I make my way to the main hub; there is a Med Bay right next to it, which should yield prosperous to you. Will you be joining me, or are you and your menstrals going on a tour of the base without me?”

[bts-sierra]

Pretty Boy

Jimin x Reader [ft. Eunwoo]

Genre: Angst, Smut

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, alcohol consumption and swearing-ish.

Word Count: 6k

Masterlist

A/N: This is the first part of my "Pretty Boy" mini series for Jimin. It's very detailed and elaborate because I wanted to try writing a piece from the perspective of the female gaze. There will probably be a lot more eventual smut and plot development going forth; this one was just setting the story. Nonetheless, I hope you guys read it and like it!

“I keep forgetting you’re a Comp Sci major. You know, I never would’ve guessed that when we met,” Tally says scooting into the empty seat beside you.

“Because I’m a girl?” You roll your eyes at her.

“Remember, you’re talking to a Mechanical Engineering student. That wouldn’t surprise me,” she retaliates.

“Actually, statistically speaking, Mechanical Engineering has a close balance between women and men in the field. Computer Science, not so much. You should see all my other classes, I’m basically one of the twelve girls in a class of over a hundred.”

“Ugh, of course you’d talk numbers. Was NOT the point, but hey, this class doesn’t seem so bad, does it?”

“Yeah, since a lot more mech and business students will be in it, ya know. Kinda how the math works. Jeez, how’d you pass all your classes so far?” you tease.

“Ah, yes. Love it when your best friend calls you dumb.”

The class falls silent as the professor makes his way up to the board.

“Computer Graphics & Design,” he writes.

You’d been looking forward to this course throughout your degree. It was the only one that combined your interests and your academic work in the slightest. You didn’t regret choosing a degree like Computer Science, but you’d known no other option your whole life. So, it always surprised people when they walked into your room expecting to find mechanical keyboards and spare hardware laying around a desk with 3 monitors running code from top to bottom and left to right, but instead, they found books, artwork, and crafty decor.

You’re unconsciously scribbling notes while Tally clicked away at her laptop keys. Another reason she’d initially suspected you were perhaps unsure about your major because God forbid a Comp Sci kid wasn’t glued to a screen with a keyboard.

Halfway through the class, the prof decides that the class wasn’t lively enough. “Come on, guys. This is only the first day, aren’t you all supposed to be excited and eager to learn?”

Clearly, he was forgetting that this was a senior capstone class and most of you were just wanting to graduate at this point. But, for a class that overlapped with two other degrees, you sure did expect it to be slightly more bumpin’. As bumpin’ as a graphics class could get, at least.

“Let’s actually set aside today’s agenda and why don’t we instead try to divide ourselves into groups to do an activity.”

The whole class whines collectively, which is fair enough considering the last time a prof was this involved and set up class activities was back in first year.

“I want you all to discuss yourselves. See what got you here and what you hope to do going forth. See if there’s someone else who follows a similar path as yours or if they’re on the opposite end of the spectrum. See if that pulls you closer to one another or pushes you further apart. Uncover the mystery of yourselves; humans are complex systems, just like computers,” the prof reasons.

There’s contemplation among the students, a lot of muttering and concentrated faces.

“And a lot of you forget why you started or forget that this isn’t the only path for you. This is one of your best chances at rediscovering or redirecting yourselves,” he concludes. And with that, the whole class scrambled to make groups.

You loved profs like this, truth be told. The ones that genuinely cared about you and your future.

You stir in your seat, trying to take in all the faces of the people seated around you. You hated to admit it but you weren’t as observant as you always claimed. In fact, you had the most tunnel vision a person could imagine sometimes; focusing on the most unnecessary things and letting the essential things slip through. So, you now force yourself to pay equal attention to the people, their features, the way they interacted and what they chose to focus on. Tunnel vision or not, you could read people fairly well.

Except, when your eyes come upon his. You loved reading people, but you hated being read by another. And just like that, you couldn’t quite focus on anything, eyes scanning an empty paper on your table like it had instructions printed on them. You’ve paid attention to boys before, but they were mostly just nice to look at when you got bored. They were never really distracting like the one seated behind you.

You fidget with your pen as you look back up at him hesitantly. This time I’ll be fine. He’s just another boy. Your eyes trace his jaw as you convince yourself and stop momentarily upon his full lips before bringing them to meet his gaze. They weren’t on you anymore, but you could swear that you felt his eyes burn holes through the back of your neck only a few moments ago. You’re distracted when he brings his arm up, flexing as his fingers racked through his hair. He had such dark eyes which matched his hair, but such dainty little features, you noticed. The prof’s words echo through your head; you didn’t need to know him to understand that he was a complex system, he just seemed like it.

You pry your eyes away from the delicate tendons on the back of his hand and finally bring them to meet his gaze. He was intently watching you studying him as he had previously, his intense gaze contrasts the slight curve of his mouth. His tongue swipes across his bottom lip, spit providing to be his own personal lip gloss. His lips were the prettiest shade of pink, and you hated pink.

“Amusing,” you hear him whisper to himself. He presses his lips together in an attempt to control himself from grinning, forcing the lightest trace of a dimple along his right cheek. There was nothing you could read, but your eyes remained fixated on him, taking in every little feature and detail.

He pulls his chair closer, “I’m Jimin,” he states. Before you could respond, Tally whips around in her seat to face the both of you.

“Wait, I think I know you. Aren’t you dating Sierra?”

Contradictory to how you just felt a while ago, your eyes dart instantly trying to find his. And although his face is angled towards Tally, he watches your reaction as he replies.

“Why would that matter?”

You roll your eyes because of course a boy like him would respond to a question with another. Way to stay mysterious.

“Gosh, of course she’s dating one of you,” Tally confirms.

“But he didn’t really say anything,” you say out loud by mistake.

You turn to look between Tally and Jimin now that you’ve brought yourself into this conversation. Through the side, you see an accomplished grin plastered on his face, causing you to crumple the corner of the paper that was placed under your hand. How could a boy be this infuriating and intriguing all the same?

“Oh, I didn’t need him to agree or disagree. His reply told me everything I needed to know,” she glares at him as she speaks. “He’s exactly her type, the kind that doesn’t fully commit.”

“That’s not what it is. We just haven’t talked about ourselves exclusively. So, I wouldn’t know what to say or make of it either ways,” he says casually.

You could already see the way he made Tally’s blood boil and you knew fully well why. She’d spent way too many late nights staying up to help her friend through yet another breakdown because of a boy. You look away not knowing what to do with any of the information, tuning the two of them out as you start to doodle on the piece of crumpled paper.

A few minutes later you hear Jimin say, “It’s not my fault now is it? She chooses to take an interest in me.”

You face them, “This conversation is going nowhere. You both despise each other, and you make the other’s life unarguably harder, cool. Moving on- “

You’re cut off by Tally looking at you with great offence. “I make HIS life harder. How?” That was not the point but of course Tally got stuck up on that.

“What I meant was, I’m sure he expected to walk into his design class and not an interrogation room. Besides, I don’t really know what the full story is and neither do I want to uncover it now. So can we get back to our class activity?” you suggest.

“Fine, but I’m switching with someone else,” she says as she kicks her chair back. Sometimes you wondered how Tally wasn’t a drama major.

“So, what do you want to know?” Jimin follows up with you.

“Nothing, I think I’ve heard enough,” you lie. You hated how you itched to know more, more about him outside of the impression that Tally seems to have formed for the both of you.

“Right, if you insist,” is all he leaves it at. Besides. it wasn’t that you really cared much to begin with, but why then did you feel like that was a missed chance.

You continue to outline a sketch onto the same sheet of crumpled paper. This was going to become one of your favourite works, you can tell. You always could.

“Yeah, I’m in my final year of my MIS degree,” you overhear Jimin talking. From the corner of your eye, you see one of those pretty party girls flutter her eyes and lean into him as she speaks. He was clearly a magnet for certain types of girls, and he very much thrived off of it.

The girl continues to speak but you couldn’t care to listen, still hung up on the fact that Jimin’s not one of those entitled business students.

“Well, I started out as a Business major with a focus in Marketing but over time I took an interest in Tech companies through the stock market trends and that led me to switch to MIS, I guess,” he continues.

It’s almost like magic how you never seem to keep up with what the girl has to say but every time that he has a reply for her, you activate some sort of spidey sense unbeknownst to you.

You hear him laugh and goddamn is it the prettiest laugh you’ve heard. Can laughs even be considered pretty?You’re quite surprised she managed to crack him up, you on the other hand can’t figure for the life of you what his sense of humor remotely is.

“I get that a lot, but despite looking fit, I’m not very athletic. I like contemporary dance if anything.” His voice drops a couple of octaves as if he was hoping she wouldn’t catch on to the latter half and it seems to have worked since she dismisses it altogether. She places her hand on his arm as she pretends to show an interest in sports even though he’d just stated that his interests laid elsewhere.

You scoff inwardly, not because you have anything against the girl, but because you just couldn’t be bothered with them anymore.

You’ve covered half of the paper, the white underneath the ink hardly visible. You pause when a cute boy heads over to your desk, shoving everything under your text in a panic. Not that you thought anybody would get what it was in the first place, since it was mostly jargon to anybody that wasn’t you, but all the more because your perfectionist self couldn’t let anyone lay their eyes on your unfinished work.

You spend the rest of class talking to a couple more people and getting to know them on a much deeper level than you’d anticipated you would. But it was one way to start off the final year, making more friends that you had in the initial years of college.

The prof begins to conclude the class while everyone starts to move back to their original seats to pack their stuff. You’re surprised when the cute boy you’d previously spoken with, makes his way over. With his bag flung on one shoulder and a basketball in the other, Eunwoo looked like the stereotypical athlete. But he was the farthest thing from it, the same way you weren’t the typical nerd with glasses and your eyes plastered to a screen, executing codes. You hate that about the world; label. Everybody has to fit a certain description and act a certain way. On the contrary, it was what you liked most about people; that element of surprise. Not being who the world tells them to be but just who they want to be.

Eunwoo insists on walking with you to your next class. “It’s on the way to practise, why not?” And if you knew better, arguing was not going to do you any good, only further delay you.

You absentmindedly grab all your belongings from the desk and shove it into your bag. Some of them roll off the desk and you curse, reaching for them when Tally swats your hand. She urges you to go with the cute boy, promising that she would grab your stuff and hand it over back home.

——————

Eunwoo was the cutest junior, if you’ve ever seen one. You guys exchanged numbers and would grab coffee from the cafe on campus between classes. He made you feel comfortable despite the fact that he would try pushing his boundaries, but that was only because you would let him.

“I’m not looking for anything, it’s too late to start now,” you say sipping on your coffee as he holds the doors to the science building open.

“But how can you be so sure without having completely looked?” You can tell this is one of those times he’s indirectly trying to gage if he was going to have a challenge with you.

You hated false hope, so even though you would flirt back every so often, you liked to shut things down the moment it got any series than it needed to be.

“I have though. There really isn’t anybody for me. Besides what’s the point if I leave in a year anyhow? It’s not worth it.”

You see his face fall slightly at your reply, but you playfully nudge him and start to tease him instead, to distract him.

——————

“Some of the guys on the team are throwing a party after the game on Friday. Would you be able to make it?” Eunwoo asks as he dribbles the ball along the pavement on your guys’ way back home.

“Uh.. I haven’t been to parties in a while. I swore off them.”

“Come on now, don’t be a grandma. This is your final year, live a little.” He passes the ball to you, as if implying the ball was in your court to make a decision now.

Eunwoo wasn’t wrong in that you probably needed to relax a little bit more and enjoy your last months here.

“Fine, I’ll go. But only because you asked,” you say as you shove the ball back at him.

——————

You’re at the party, a little late and a little tipsy, scanning the room for Eunwoo. There are people bumping into you and alcohol spilling out of the red solo cups, reminding you why this wasn’t your vibe anymore. An arm wraps around your waist, pulling you towards thi pong table. You’re tense up until the boy turns around, flashing you a smile. Eunwoo.

“Congratulations! You guys won the first game of the season,” you half smile and half scream.

“Only because you were there.”

Eunwoo definitely was the definition of perfect. Always had the perfect words ready for the perfect of times. You simply offer him a smile.

“Come on, I called the table and you’re my partner for the night.”

“We’ve got to beat them,” he bends to whisper in your ear as you arrange the cups.

He straightens back up and nods at your opponent to let them know you guys were ready.

“Are we really still playing by King’s Court?” the annoyance in your voice evident.

You feel Eunwoo’s cold hand wrap around the back of your neck, his fingers rubbing your skin lightly as if to soothe you. He was a lot more touchy than usual, probably an effect of the alcohol coursing through his system. You grab his arm, bringing yourself to your tip toes

“I’m only your best player here,” and you’ve never seen a man smile wider.

Caught up in the boy beside you, you hadn’t yet acknowledged that it was already your guys’ turn now. Eunwoo tilts his head towards the table, prompting you to shoot first. You wet the ball, a habit you’d formed for God knows what reason, before looking up to finally face your opponents.

Suddenly you weren’t so sure about the faith you held in your hand-eye coordination. Although Jimin’s across the table from you, you feel caged. He was by no means as tall and big as Eunwoo but somehow, he was the one taking up all your space and constricting you. It finally dawns on you why Eunwoo felt the need to win the game; it wasn’t really that as much as it was that he wanted to beat Jimin. You steady your breath, slowly blowing out through your mouth as your eyes fix themselves on his.

Eunwoo seems to be very enthusiastic about the game, pulling you further into him every time you guys get balls back or make an explosion. And you gladly allow yourself to be swayed by the boy beside you, rather than the one in front of you. Maybe this isn’t so bad. It’s almost like Jimin could read your mind and picked up the pace of the game, the girl beside him barely making any contribution. You could tell he was more focused now with the way his jaw clenched and the way he took a tad bit longer, rolling the ball between his fingers before he made his shot. And it sucks for you because all you can think of is how sharp his jaw is and how that contrasts his softer cheeks. The glint from the rings on his fingers cause you to wonder how pretty his hands contrast the accessories they displayed.

You slightly shake your head when you feel Eunwoo’s elbow nudge your shoulder. It was your turn. Crap. You brace yourself for the worst as you shift your focus to the cups. You ask Eunwoo to help steady you as you raise yourself, aiming to make the final shot. Eunwoo’s hands on your hips, let’s you know you can use him as support. You lean back slightly until your back rests against his chest as you angle your hand and shoot. The ball hits the rim and runs along it before falling to the table. The frustration you felt was clearly visible as you pressed your lips tighter together and your hands squeezed into itself, causing your nails to dig into your palm. You feel Eunwoo shift from behind you as you look up to him, mouthing the word “Sorry.” You look back to Jimin, fully expecting his face to have the biggest smile plastered, but there was no reaction. And that almost bothers you more than finding him enjoying your failure.

Eunwoo doesn’t seem too bothered by the shot either, instead he seems to be smiling to himself. That’s when it clicks for you, he doesn’t realize you missed the shot because of Jimin’s change in demeanour, but because you were distracted by his close proximity. And how you wished that was really the case.

It’s okay, it’s just the last cup, you tell yourself. You still have another chance before they call redemption. Except to your disbelief, the girl from class scored. For the first time the whole game and it only riled you up even more. Jimin finally let out a smile, his tongue prodding the insides of his cheek.

Just like that, the tables turned, and it was your guys’ redemption shot instead. Eunwoo made it in with ease and it took everything in you to hope and pray that you made this last shot. Jimin wasn’t going to break your resolve, not when you were this close to beating him. You move your line of sight from the last cup standing to his. You watch as he picks up his cup, holding it a little tighter than needed as he brings it to his lips, emptying the rest of its contents even before you’ve made your shot. It confuses you but you lean forward, making sure your elbow doesn’t go over the edge of the table, making your shot. The ball makes contact with the liquid in the cup, and you hear Eunwoo cheer beside you but your eyes remain fixed on Jimin’s. How was he sure you’d make that shot?

It was all up to Jimin now, taking their final redemption shot. This could potentially go on for long and you’re so close to convincing Eunwoo to leave the table with you. Jimin’s eyes never leave yours, he doesn’t even bother checking for the position of the cup before taking his shot. The ball hits the rim and bounces off the side and falls to the floor. You guys had beaten them, but why didn’t it quite feel that way? Did he let me win?

You didn’t have time to process much before Eunwoo sweeps you up for a hug. “Yeah, we did it,” you hear him state.

“Of course, we did. I told you, I’m only the best,” you smile.

You look back over to Jimin who’s making his way over to the other corner of the house where they’re playing some version of stack cups.

Another game later, Eunwoo leaves your side to go grab another drink for the next game. It just wasn’t as exciting anymore, so you tell him that you’d find him before heading out to the club. You decide to text Tally, trying to figure out where in the crowd she was.

“The second room on the right, by the washroom,” she replies.

You head over to that room, the door clicking shut behind you.

“Hey, what’s going on?” you say, confused as to why she’s in the room alone with Sierra.

Almost as if in response, Sierra looks up at you and that’s when you notice the trail of wet mascara along her cheeks. It must be Jimin.

“Sorry I’m holding her up in here, it’s just, he’s with another girl. At this party,” she blurts out.

Tally looks at you like this was just routine and part of their nights out.

“Who? Jimin?” you ask, hesitantly.

“Yeah, but I mean, I did tell him that I had to stop seeing him for my own good. It’s just I didn’t expect him to have another girl ready is all.”

Tally sighs. “This is how it is though. All the men we know suck, I can’t wait to graduate.”

“It didn’t really seem like they were together, though. She’s just choosing to stick to him,” you say almost in his defence. Or were you trying to convince yourself of that? Whatever the reason, you should’ve just shut up.

“Really?” you see her eyes light up slightly and Tally lightly swats your head in response, her eyes going wide in warning.

If you didn’t already hate yourself, you definitely do now.

“Maybe not, who knows with him. You were right to do what you did, you deserve better,” you say in an attempt to discredit your previous thought.

“Yeah, I guess. I should’ve brought another guy with me tonight,” she says as if that was the fix.

“No. No more boys,” Tally reminds her.

“Do you want me to get you guys anything?” you offer.

“Yeah, actually. Some water and bread,” Tally responds for the both of them. “We gotta sober up just a bit and then we’re good to head to the club.”

You nod at her, slowly getting off the bed and heading towards the kitchen. This house had the most random layout you realize as you struggle to find your way about. You weren’t even really drunk so this wasn’t even on you, definitely the architect’s fault.

You open the fridge, grabbing two slices of bread and filling up a large glass of water as you make your way back. Second room to the right.

You barge back in, kicking the door shut behind you, expecting to find your two friends but instead you find yourself alone in a room with Jimin.

“Wait, what? I could’ve sworn I just left this room 2 minutes ago,” you mumble.

“Yeah, they just left, and I needed the room to myself after for a moment.”

Couldn’t they have waited a whole two minutes? “Is it because of Sierra?”

You needed to learn to shut up sometimes. Maybe just apologize for disturbing him and go on to find your friends? Instead, you set the contents in your hands down and turn to face him.

“Not exactly.” He leans back, tilting his head upwards before continuing. “I just don’t understand why everybody looks at me like I’m the one always fucking up. I’m tired of seeing that look in their eyes.”

You stay silent for the next few seconds, not knowing what to say. “So that’s your story then, huh?” is all you manage to say.

He laughs as he pulls his hands down his face, like he could just wipe his frustration away. “Yeah, I guess. But I thought you didn’t care?”

He always has this tongue-tied effect on you. You never know what to say next, but you also find yourself on the brink of overflowing with countless words. You decide to completely ignore his question.

“Maybe it’s because you unconsciously put up this front and it makes others think you like being this way. Like playing with girls’ feelings is your favourite pastime,” you offer.

“Is that what you think?”

What’s with all his questions? You sigh because you know yourself and you know what’s about to come from you next.

“I think you have a way of making people around you feel like they matter more than they do. And that allows for people to take what they can and run with it, when in reality, there isn’t much else to it. Simply put, I think that causes you to be misunderstood,” you suggest.

You’ve only spent a week’s worth of classes overhearing whispers of his life, and here you go writing a whole essay for him.

“Have you ever felt that way before? Seemed like it comes from personal experience.”

You didn’t think he’d pick up on the little things you tried so hard to concede. You look at him, a little vulnerable and a little defensively but you’re slightly taken aback when he looks at you like he actually cares. It takes everything in you to dismiss the way he’s looking at you right now, as if your souls spoke the same language.

“Who doesn’t feel misunderstood in this world?” is all you choose to leave it at.

“I’m sorry you feel that way, I wish it was better.” He’s pushing himself off the bed, you notice his shirt is partially unbuttoned now. He makes his way over to you, and somehow you feel so much smaller in front of him than you did with Eunwoo.

It’s not his collarbones that glisten in the dimly lit room that has your mind in a haze, but the way you can tell that he aches to hold you. Like he wishes he could be there for you, and he doesn’t even know you yet. But that’s what he’s got wrong, he can’t keep you from getting hurt if he was going to be the cause of it himself. You can tell he was going to be your downfall, you always could.

He brings one hand to the door for balance while he leans into you, his lips just an inch away from yours. You’re not drunk yet you stand with your back to the door feeling intoxicated. He smelt like floral and citrus, reminding you of a picnic in a field. How could a boy like him also smell pretty?

You avoid his eyes at all costs, choosing to focus on the way his collarbones peaked out from underneath. Your body was overheating, you realize, when Jimin brings his other hand to your waist, slowly pushing you further back into the door. Your breath hitches in reaction as you aim to process what was happening. His hand drops lower, bunching up the material of your skirt to push it to the side.

“Fuck this, why do they even bother with slits?” he whispers.

“I don’t know, easy access?” you guess.

“I would argue stylistic choice but sure, if you insist.”

You look away in embarrassment, hoping he couldn’t see how red you turned. Yeah, you should probably stick to not giving him direct answers.

Although your bare leg was exposed to the cold air of the room, your skin was searing hot to the touch. You could especially tell because when Jimin places his warm hand on your thigh, he somehow felt cooler. You finally let out a breath you were holding when his fingers trace your skin, even his touches were soft and pretty. The metal around his fingers cools your skin at the places it glides across. He stops at your hip, grazing his thumb over and across the string of your underwear, and it only makes your body burn like ember for him.

He leans further in, his lips lightly brush yours, but he refrains from moving them. You look back up to him but you find his gaze settled on your lips, like he has longed to kiss you all this while. He finally moves closer, hoping to catch your lips in his but you immediately turn your face away from him. His lips find your jaw instead and unexpectedly, Jimin’s hand digs into your hip a little harsher. You squeeze your eyes shut in reaction while his lips start to leave a trail of kisses down your jaw. I should stop. Only a passing thought that was as you tilt your head when the bridge of his nose is nestled below your ear. His kisses become more like licks as his tongue sweeps your skin with each movement of his lips down your neck.

You let out a whimper when he brings to suck a little harder on your skin. Bad idea. His hand moves to your neck, fingers wrapping around your jaw. He tilts your head, forcing you to face him while applying light pressure to keep you from moving in any way he didn’t want you to. He pauses for a moment too long before leaning in to kiss you.

“I can’t… I-I shouldn’t,” you stutter.

“You can’t or you shouldn’t?” He pulls your hips towards his.

“I shouldn’t…” you attempt to repeat yourself.

“And why is that?”

“You’re drunk, I wouldn’t want to take advantage of that. Nor would I want to wake up remembering this moment only to realize you wouldn’t retain a single moment.”

How you managed to speak coherently is beyond you.

“You’re a different kind, aren’t you?” There’s a glint to his eyes when he speaks now. The Jimin you saw a few minutes ago, replaced.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I’m not drunk, trust me. I can handle my liquor.” His voice is darker as if it would do you wrong to question his words.

“What about that girl from class?” You try throwing up an excuse hoping that something will stick. You’re sure that you can’t bring yourself to stop this, not here and not now.

“What about her?” he follows up.

“Listen, I really don’t want to get caught in the middle of that. It’s not really my thing.”

He scoffs. “So, you think I’m cheating?”

“I wouldn’t know if you are, but I don’t want to take the risk.”

His hands come down on your waist, holding you up against the door. Your legs wrap around his hips almost like reflex. You’re already wet and you know he can feel it, especially with your skirt out of the way. The only material remaining between the both of you is his pants. Couldn’t he have been wearing jeans at least? It was embarrassing, to say the least.

But the only thing that kept you going was how hard he felt underneath you. Rocking your hips back and forth, your wetness stains his pants, making it easier to feel more of him. He begins to slowly move his hips upwards in response, causing you to burry your face in his neck. You fling your arm around his shoulders, lightly grabbing at his hair. Your frantic grinding causes you to moan into his ears. At this, he holds you by your waist, pulling you into him as you unwrap your legs to support your body.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“It’s not really cheating if we’re clothed though, is it?” he teases.

“Jimin, no. We are not doing this.”

“I like how you speak for the both of us, but I was only teasing. Just because I get away with things doesn’t mean I lie to do so. You will come to see that I’m quite honest.”

“A simple ‘kidding’ would have sufficed-”

Without another moment wasted, Jimin’s lips find your collarbone, leaving a wet and sloppy trail of kisses as he starts to slip your straps off your shoulder. You hit the foot of the bed as Jimin leans into you, pushing the both of you on to it. Your back is flush with the bed. He places his thigh in between your legs, causing you to grab him by the shirt to pull him on to you, as you ached to feel him again. He’s now on top of you, and his thigh is right where you wanted it to be, placing the right amount of pressure for you to rub yourself on him, shamelessly. Your hands come up to unbutton his shirt while he leans in to kiss you. You feel his lips on yours and you indulge in it for only a moment before you move underneath him, bringing yourself to sit back up.

The sudden change in your actions causes Jimin to search your eyes. To study your body.

“Is it because of him?”

“Who?”

“That Eunwoo guy.”

Eunwoo was the farthest thing from your mind right now. But you couldn’t let him find that out.

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s better if we didn’t,” you say breathlessly.

The softness on Jimin’s face fades as he pulls himself off the bed to fix his clothes. You mirror him, after which you attempt to grab your phone off the floor when you see a crumbled but folded sheet of paper. You reach for it just as he does, and you pull your hand away aiming to avoid any sort of contact.

“This, uh, this is actually yours from class that day,” he says as he holds out a paper filled with sketches and jargon.

“You’ve had this all week?” You look at him like this was life’s biggest betrayal. It’s not his fault for finding it but you can’t help but be a little annoyed with Tally for not being thorough enough.

“Sorta, I wasn’t sure if it was yours until I saw you replicating it in class yesterday,” he says.

“Did you look at it?”

“How else did you think I knew you were trying to replicate it, y/n?” He looks at you like you’re the dumbest smart person he’s known.

“You were the last person meant to see this,” you whisper subconsciously, grabbing it as you leave the room. The door falls shut behind you and you leave all the events of this night behind you.

Glancing at your phone screen, you read 4 missed calls and 9 texts. All from Tally and Eunwoo trying to figure out where you were.

You unlock it, typing: “Not feeling too good, I’ll see you guys later. Have fun for me.” You head back to your apartment, a little cold and a little confused.

[lisforlaw]

Assignment Tracker

Having trouble sleeping so I figured I would share this with people in case anyone is interested.

Given I'm doing law and politics, most of my assignments I get are word count based rather than project-based. So I've devised a system that I like for doing my assignments, based on a minimum aimed word count per day.

I found this helps with two things. 1, it motivates me to do at least a little bit of work every day, which both in terms of getting the assignment done and keeping a good schedule is very helpful. 2, it rewards effort, especially when I go above and beyond, which is a nice way to stay motivated for me when you're not getting active feedback.

So here it is, the wonderful google sheet!

How to use it:

I've designed the sheet to be pretty much entirely automated, so there are just a few things you need to do.

To start with, make a copy of this sheet so you can edit it and fill out the details of the class and what the assignment is, and feel free to add any other rows with more details if you like.

Next, add the due date and the date you are starting work on the assignment in a month/day/year format. As an Australian, this deeply upsets me too, but google sheets only works in this format for some stupid reason.

Next, add the word count you have to meet. You can also do this if you're working on a project that you're breaking up into pages to complete or a percentage of the project to complete. For pages simply put the number of pages you need to do and you'll get a decimal amount you should be completing each day, and for percentages make the word count 100 and the same thing will happen.

Next in the tracker, grab the box below the blue box and drag and slide it down till it ends on the date your assignment is due. Shift-click the purple boxes and drag them to be in line with the end of the dates.

Now your tracker is automated, here's how it works.

There are 4 columns you need to focus on:

The target word total is the amount your word count should be at the end of any given day. This is what you are aiming for each day, based on the perfect breakdown of your word count to days to complete the assignment ratio. This will never change even as you input other data into what you've completed.

The actual word count is your running tally of how much you've done. This will update based on how much you write each day.

The amount to write is how much you should be aiming to write each day, based on how much you wrote the day before, and how this compares to your aimed amount per day. Some days, this amount may be negative, that just means that you're ahead of schedule and are welcome to take the day off. When it is negative, this is the number of words you can theoretically delete from the previous days work whilst still being on schedule to complete.

The amount written is where you write how many words you wrote in any given day. This is the only column that you need to ever edit, the rest will fill in automatically.

Basically what this tracker is doing is taking your word count, and dividing it by how many days you have left to complete an assignment in order to give you a minimum number of words you should be writing daily. This is only a guide though, some days you may write more, others less, and that's totally ok - don't feel pressured to stick religiously to this on days you can't, this is just a ballpark guideline that I find helps me break down assignments into manageable chunks.

Note: the way it is currently set up, is that the days you have left to complete an assignment also includes the day it is due. I personally don't ever do this, as I like knowing the assignment is done BEFORE that date, but I figured I would give people the option. If like me you like having the assignment done at least the day before it is due, all you need to do to change this is to go into the formula for the days to complete box (the pink one), and delete the plus one (+1).

If anyone has any questions about it feel free to ask! And let me know if you do use it and how it goes!

I'm working on a weekly one too for different styles of projects so I'll post that one too when I'm finished with it.