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sam-monroe · 2 months

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deciding to re-do my headcanon post for sam. anyways, our favorite sad boy.

✦ psychologically, all the shit that sam went through in that singular summer would possibly lead to another relapse either with RX, weed, or perhaps something else that we haven’t seen in movie. he’s only 16, so he will still be impulsive especially through that deep pain of losing george.

✦ personally, i 100% feel as if Robin and Peter did in fact divorce after and we can see it implied when she does refuse to go to bed after he starts to realize it’s crumbling.

✦ i get why in film they have the “feeling lighter looking lighter trope” and sam removed his piercings, but cmon… you don’t just stick needles in your face just because (please, don’t do it kids…), but dammit let him just be emo.

✦ growing up in downtown LA, sam would have a great diversity in food and i’ve dubbed him as a lengua boi because i said so. he just gets onions and cilantro with it and of course a mexican coke because after having that first one, he could never go back.

✦ at the opening shot where we see sam getting his paint can (?) and rag, we see the contexts of his messy ass desk which include: an everclear magazine, a papa roach magazine, many scattered CDs of alt/rock/etc genres, a black macbook, and of course, a purple bong. which still cracks me up that he genuinely didn’t care about it being out and about so freely.

✦ on the cabinet unit near the doors to his room, he also has polaroids stuck onto it, and i like to headcanon it’s from the few happy times he had with the few “friends” he had through school. though, i also feel like he rarely let anyone truly get close, especially when beginning to make deals with Josh even when he would try to deny it (which we see in the film too)

✦ also, the cabinet has a TV (a small box one, probably from the 60s that george hoarded) and a VHS collection with some nice horror film

✦ because of the deals with Josh, it’s difficult for sam to engage with anything sexual with his partners in a car. even with getting himself into the situations for weed money, it’s still fucking traumatizing, and would affect him later on.

✦ as soon as a character (especially in a 2001) film shouts i’m not gay!!! well buddy, it’s job then to make him a little fruity. personally, i dub him as bisexual with an interest mostly in women but sometimes there’s just a hot ass man that comes into his life and it makes him weak.

✦ sam 100% got a job at hot topic because as you can see in the fic i’ve posted, i decided to make him emo again.

✦ of course, with him being emo again and my personal hatred of manson (which didn’t age well), sam is definitely a fan of NIN. he isn’t a crazy fanboy, but he does enjoy playing it and it was probably one of the few bands that george and him could listen to together… just… yknow, selectively. sam definitely made mixed cds for when they were working on the house lbr.

✦ robin and sam do start to mend their relationship through the grief of losing george, but i also headcanon that robin does find a new boyfriend about a year after (will eventually write that out)

✦ sam definitely becomes dependent on weed again, but he does prefer to make blunts rather than using a bong. at least once, robin has caught him making brownies which leads to the both of them just having one and watching horror movies together.

✦ sam is on the autism spectrum.

✦ he 100% has stick and poke tattoos he did himself. one is a smiley face, another is a jellyfish.

✦ after alissa and josh barging into shower time, when he returned to robin’s house he definitely got more secure locks on his own door which i suspect are built in his room due to the beaded curtain we see next to his desk. with the layout of the house by what we see up the stairs, we can assume it’s another closet (unlikely imo), a bathroom, or just a random ass space that has a wall dividing it from his actual bedroom. i personally just opt for the bathroom idea, and it is the only area of sam’s room that is always clean.

✦ he does hang out with adam and ryan more, because of ryan being the eldest in 2001 (roughly 11 or so… maybe…), he does have a growing wedge between sam and himself, especially when sam just starts to be alt again.

✦ george named sam, and his legal name is samwise. yes, after the tolkien character because george was a huge fucking nerd.

✦ sam eventually becomes an architect and attends the same school george went to.

#.txt #sam #headcanon #sam monroe #sam monroe headcanon #life as a house

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multifandomfanfiction · 1 year

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Emo Girl

TITLE: Emo Girl PAIRING: Rooster/OC RATING: T CHAPTER: One-shot SUMMARY: The Dagger Squad meet Rooster’s girlfriend for the first time.

[A/N - Yes this is inspired by “Emo Girl” by Machine Gun Kelly.]

Makeup covered the counter of Kimber and Rooster’s shared bathroom. Rooster’s ship would be docking within the hour, so she needed to get going. She finished her eyeliner and picked up Rooster’s favorite lipstick. After applying that, she took one last look at herself in the mirror and grabbed Rooster’s keys to the Bronco.

Before Rooster left, she lovingly teased him that he loved the Bronco more than her.

Rooster just shook his head and said, “No. I love the Bronco just slightly less than you.”

On the way to the dock, Kimber jammed out to her favorite band that she had turned Rooster onto the last time they rode in the Bronco together.

“Who is this?” Rooster had asked her.

“Oh you wouldn’t know them. They’re up and coming in the punk scene.”

Rooster laughed. “You think I don’t know punk bands?”

Kimber rolled her eyes. “Roos, your idea of punk music is Blink 182.”

“They’re punk!”

“Yeah, in the 90’s maybe.”

That sparked a passionate debate about what was considered punk music.

Kimber pulled up to the dock and got out of the Bronco with her umbrella. Many people gave her odd looks, but she had learned to ignore them over the years.

She saw Penny and waved. They’d had dinner a few times while Rooster and Maverick were gone when they got lonely. Penny saw Kimber as a daughter and Amelia saw her as an older sister she never had.

Kimber sent a text to Rooster. Hey, I’m here and waiting.

Can’t wait baby. 😉

Kimber smiled. Sure, Rooster’s special mission had only been a few days, but she always missed him when he was away.

Rooster stepped off the boat with Jake, his phone in his hand. He sent a text to Kimber. Where are you?

Before Kimber responded, Rooster heard Jake say, “Yo, what’s up with Wednesday Addams?”

Rooster’s head shot up.

There she was. Dressed completely in black, fishnet stockings, combat boots, pale as a moonlit night, and holding a black umbrella over her head. She looked like a walking corpse, but he thought she’d never looked cuter. Her lips were coated with his favorite cherry red lipstick that often stained his neck, mouth, and the collar of his dress whites.

Rooster smiled and ran over to her.

“Rooster!” she squealed as he hoisted her up in his arms, “Put me down you brute!”

He put her down and said, “I’ve missed you, cara mia.”

Kimber smiled. “I’ve missed you too, mon cher.”

Rooster finally leaned down and kissed her.

“Is anyone else like really confused?” Jake asked.

Rooster had mentioned he had a girlfriend, but no one expected their sunshine Rooster to be dating the daughter of Darkness.

Rooster put an arm around her waist and led her over to the Dagger Squad. “Everyone, this is Kimber. My girlfriend,” Rooster introduced.

Everyone was dumbfounded. Rooster and Kimber looked like night and day.

Maverick walked over to them and hugged Kimber. “It’s good to see you again,” he told her.

“You too, Mav.”

“Wait. You knew?” Jake asked.

Maverick chuckled. “Yeah. They’ve been together since high school.”

“Wait. What?”

Phoenix, who had served with Rooster before, said, “How come you never told us about her?”

Rooster shrugged his shoulders. “It just never seemed that important.”

Kimber put a comforting hand on Rooster’s chest. She could tell he was starting to get angry with everyone asking questions.

“You can’t completely blame Rooster,” Kimber said, “We get stares no matter where we go and I can’t count the amount of times people have asked him why he’s with me. Most people can’t see past the dark makeup and black clothes. They all think I cut my wrists or worship Satan and eat babies or something.”

Rooster looked down at her with love shining in his eyes. “That’s what drew me to her. I saw the way people looked at and treated her. It made me want to get to know her better. Best decision of my life.”

“So…if you’re so in love with her, why haven’t you married her yet?” Jake asked.

Rooster turned to him. “By that logic, why haven’t you married Phoenix yet?”

The blonde’s mouth dropped open. “Because I…because we’re not…” Jake shook his head, grabbed his bag, and stormed off.

“I think you broke him,” Kimber said.

Rooster shook his head. “Nah. He’ll back to his old self in the morning. Let’s go home.”

“Great! I found a great new band while you were away. They…” Kimber rambled as they walked back to the Bronco.

Rooster didn’t understand what she was saying, but it didn’t matter. Because he was home and had his emo girl back.

Top Gun Taglist: @maverick-wingman @thescarletknight2014

#bradley rooster bradshaw imagines #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster imagines #rooster/oc #top gun:maverick imagines #Top Gun: Maverick #Miles Teller #miles teller imagines

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daughterofthereaper02 · 2 years

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okAY can we talk about music tastes with the three musketeers? Like we know that Roo is a sucker for classics, Jake more likely than not likes country, but what about Bob??? I lowkey feel like he would be into bands like All Time Low, Sleeping with Sirens, etc (mostly because I am), but what would readers song be with each of them? How did that become their song? Do the guys have songs with each other? I'm full of ideas and have my own thoughts about it but I would love it know yours! ❤️

I love talking about this type of stuff!!! If you want me to make/just include it in a story let me know but for now I'm keeping it as a "discussion" piece.

I totally agree with their music. They probably would have songs for each other but at the moment I'm totally blanking.

Bradley is probably definitely more towards like 70's and 80's because he wants that piece of his dad. That being said, I Love Rock 'n' Roll by Joan Jett is their song. Reader is probably a little younger then all of them but she and Rooster probably met at a bar with her jamming out. If it was The Hard Deck, you know where I'm going. That probably just makes them think of first encounters all the time.

Jake definitely loves country, he probably is Texas born and raised. He would probably be near my taste with country, the more modern. He would have T-shirt by Thomas Rhett. If you haven't heard it, please listen to it, this is reader and Jake all the way. He probably heard this song after having you all to his families house and then pulling you close in the truck 😉 plus he definitely has a possessive side and loves to see you wear his T-shirt all the time.

Robert is definitely a man of many tastes. He listens to all kinds. While I can see him leaning towards that, I just see him being so laid back with all the music. Maybe it's because it has a soft spot in my heart but I can see Lover by Taylor Swift being their song. It was like the two clicked instantly but really, it could have been a day the reader was upset. Bradley and Jake weren't around and he threw on your playlist then made you dance with him. It was that song that put the that first real smile onto your face. Now everytime it comes on, he pulls you into his arms. Neither of you have to say anything but it comforts you both. He totally isn't the type to whisper dirty jokes in your ear either 👀😂

#top gun #top gun: maverick

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tf2-hellhole · 4 years

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Do you have any Parent!Merc headcanons? (Honestly, all of your content clears my skin and waters my crops)

Awww I’m glad you like my blog!! I kinda based this off of my merc retirement headcanons btw

Scout:

When his first kid is born/adopted, he’s really nervous. He doesn’t know if he can be a good parent for his kid, and the idea of letting his child down the way his father let him down terrifies him. It takes a lot of comforting from his S/O to make that anxiety go away.

Whenever the baby cries in the middle of the night, he always gets up to go to them, every time. He’ll fix whatever is upsetting and will just sit with them until they go back to sleep, silently and lovingly watching over them before going back to cuddle his S/O if they woke up too.

He’s the friend-dad type. The kinda guy who runs around the house playing tag with his kids and eventually breaks something by bumping into a table.

He will absolutely teach every single one of his kids to play baseball. They have broken seven windows while practicing, some of them the neighbors’ windows.

He will show up to PTA meetings, and he WILL throw tons of shade at the asshole soccer mom

Soldier:

Soldier is so unbelievably excited when the child is brought home. Finally, he’s a dad!

Will unironically tell his baby to stop being lazy and to get up and help around the house.

He’s a little strict but he’s actually an excellent parent. His S/O was actually a little worried about how he would be with the kids but he spends a lot of time with them and they have a great relationship

He’s that parent who shows up to every band concert/sports game/whatever and screams encouragement from the crowd. He has been kicked out of several events.

He’s always encouraging his children to put in lots of effort and work towards achieving their dreams. He’d like his kids to join the military, but he surprisingly doesn’t complain if they don’t

Pyro:

Pyro is excellent with babies and children, though they can’t care for them. Like, he can play with and entertain a baby and is very careful with one, but he doesn’t know how to properly feed, bathe, or clothe it. That part of raising the child is more up to their S/O.

Somehow, they can get the baby to go to sleep very easily

They’re always wanting to go on fun adventures with their S/O and kids on the weekends. They all travel all over and it’s really fun.

Annual Disneyland trips are mandatory

Overall, Pyro is the fun parent and they have an excellent relationship with their kids. But the dynamic is more like the S/O raising a few normal kids and one larger kid that has a job.

Has a very cute nickname for each kid, each one related to some kind of candy or small animal. Only their S/O and kids know about it, since they always wear their mask in public.

Demo:

Demo absolutely panics when he learns that his S/O is pregnant/wants to adopt. He wants kids but he’s really convinced that he can’t raise a child, and he’s scared that his S/O will leave him over this. He literally has a panic attack and needs to be comforted by his S/O.

His S/O acknowledges that he’s not perfect, but they know that if he really wants kids, he can put in the effort to change for the better. With their encouragement, he goes into rehab and after several attempts he manages to quit drinking.

But this also results in Demo’s family distancing him more over the fact that he knows what his parent’s methods of raising him did to him and doesn’t want that for his kid. After this, the only person who will still talk to him is his mother, but he couldn’t care less.

He’s a surprisingly responsible father, but he’s still very playful with his S/O and children.

He’s very physically affectionate. He always gives his little children lots of cuddles and tickles and playful kisses to make them laugh. Once they’re grown, he always hugs his daughter(s) when he sees them and gives his son(s) the handshake-bro-hug because he’s the cool dad

Heavy:

While his S/O are trying to find children to adopt, he falls for all the kids who have been through the most. He wants to give them the future they’ve been denied by the circumstances of their life. He will demand to adopt any Russian immigrant children if they find any

He hates how he intimidates the children with his size when they’re first brought home. There are a few nights he can’t sleep because of how horrible he feels about it, and even fewer where he has to be comforted by his S/O the whole night.

He finally gets his children to trust him with reading. If they’re little kids, he’ll read to them all the time. If they’re older, he’ll buy them books of their favorite genre and will probably try reading it himself so he can discuss it with them. It totally works.

He’s a very, very good listener. His kids will often go to him for advice, even once they’re adults. He’ll listen attentively and he won’t say a word until they’re finished speaking, then he’ll give his thoughts. It’s almost like therapy.

Engie:

Engie is a family man, through and through. He’s always dreamed of having a family and he’s so excited that he’s finally made it!

He’s always giving his kids tons of encouragement, and he is always reminding them of the value of hard work and lots of effort.

Once his kids are old enough, he has them help him around his ranch and teaches them to ride horses.

He loves to take his family to all sorts of fun places on weekends and vacations. His personal favorite place to take them is the rodeo, of course.

He barbecues and grills stuff all the time. It’s one of his favorite things to do, and will definitely teach his kids how to do it. His kids are always excited for the weekend because that’s usually when he has the time to grill, and some of his kids will pout if he doesn’t have the time to do it.

He loves telling people about his kids. He’s so proud of all of their accomplishments and loves them all dearly.

Medic:

He’s actually kind of distant from his child for the first few years of having them in his life. It causes some tension between him and his S/O. But after a while, he sees that this is what his parents were like to him. He remembered how little they cared for him, and how much that hurt him. So he makes an effort to bond with his child, and over a long while they eventually become very close.

His child will absolutely also have an interest in the human body, and will often join their father in the lab, even if Medic’s S/O thinks it’s not safe for them. Most of their bonding is over their shared interest

He lowkey spoils his kid, but he’s very good about not taking it so far that they become a brat. He doesn’t want his kid to be like he was when he was young.

He loves traveling with his family, and he’ll take them all over the globe. He encourages his child to learn a language other than German and his S/O’s language and to study in another country for a while. He absolutely wants them to get a higher education. He doesn’t understand if his child chooses not to, but he still supports them.

Sniper:

He misses his S/O and kid(s) so much when he’s out working for several days, but he has to get money to support them. He has a bunch of pictures he keeps in his camper for when he misses them or feels lonely.

When he calls to see how his family is doing, he always has to talk to his kid(s) and ask them how their day was, and how school was.

He loves to take his kid(s) out into the wild and teach them about plants and animals and all sorts of things about nature. By the time they’re 18 they’re practically an expert on the ecosystem of where they live.

He definitely teaches his kid(s) to use a bow or gun once they’re older, even if his S/O tells him it’s unsafe. It’ll be he and the child’s little secret.

He’s a surprisingly playful and affectionate parent, and is always getting up to all sorts of shenanigans with them.

He has a bunch of silly nicknames for them, most of them animal names. He probably started jokingly calling his S/O his ‘roo and his kid(s) his joey(s), but it eventually sticks.

Spy:

Like Medic, he’s a little cold to the child for the first few months after they’re adopted, but he sees how much this hurts and worries his S/O, so that’s when he starts making an effort to bond with them. It’s pretty awkward at first but he eventually becomes close with them. He does this by taking the child wherever they’d like to go and basically getting them whatever they want.

Spy sometimes cries quietly during the night with his partner there to comfort him. He never thought he’d have a family of his own, and he doesn’t know what he did to deserve his S/O or his child.

He will absolutely make sure his child knows how to defend themselves. He’s still paranoid that his enemies will find his family someday despite how good he is about keeping his connection to them secret, so he teaches them to fight with no weapons and with some small melee weapons.

If his child is homeschooled, (they probably will be) he teaches as many lessons as he can. He’s kind of an asshole teacher at first but after receiving some pointers from his S/O, he becomes a very patient and gentle teacher.

#tf2 #teamfortress2 #tf2 x reader #tf2 headcanons #tf2 imagines #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 x s/o

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artnerd1123 · 3 years

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A Familiar World

Cat’s Out of the Bag ——————————————

Roo and Journal get a little time to bond over something a little diffent- magic tricks!

The masterpost for AFW can be found here. The chapter post for AFW can be found here.

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its a cute lil chapter, laying more groundwork for the bois! it was super fun to revisit roo n have these two messin around ;w; hope y’all enjoy!

Getting settled in a new place was usually a temporary ordeal. You show up. You find a place to sleep and eat. You find something to do, or do what you came for. Then you pack up and leave, hitting the road to do it all over again somewhere else. That’s how Roo had been living since he was three. Once Aiden got the call to quest, the two had gone out to explore the world. Roo was nine now, so he’d had plenty of time on the road. And he liked travelling! He did! Especially since it was with Aiden. Even though the constant stream of new people could be scary, Aiden was always there for him. And they had a lot of fun on their trips. Laughing, picking spots to camp, picking quests, painting, goofing around… it was wonderful. It was a little strange to suddenly be anchored in one place again. That didn’t mean Roo disliked it! He loved it a lot. It felt like much too long since he’d had a place to truly call home. And he really, really hoped this one would stick.

But, like any new place, this one came with unfamiliar faces. One of which had taken up residence in their apartment. Roo didn’t quite know what to think of Journal, despite Aiden’s gentle reassurance. He seemed… secretive. Nervous. On edge. A little scared. Roo knew how that went. He also knew it was important to get along with the people you lived with. So when Aiden asked if he had any ideas of how to get on his good side, he was sure to start paying attention. Finding little details was Roo’s specialty- and it was often the little things that helped make a place into a home. His little sack of travel-found trinkets was evidence enough of that. The familiar was quick to suggest getting more coffee after he’d spotted their roommate chugging it. He pointed out the many books he glimpsed in Journal’s room, looking for some cool legend books the next time they were at the library. He whispered about the gleam in Journal’s eye whenever he spotted Aiden doing magic. He even managed to catch Journal dancing once. …. Granted, Journal didn’t realize he’d left his door ajar. Or that the cat was still home while Aiden was out. Or that he was being rather loud when he cursed his own fumbling feet. But still. Dancing was something they had common ground on!!! He’d stored all the information away carefully, sharing things with Aiden when he thought it could help. He was glad he did. When Journal finally started warming up, it felt as if the whole apartment sighed in relief. Journal talking with Aiden was doing wonders for easing the nervous tension. Especially after they talked magic for hours the other day! Aiden said the young sorcerer might show off some of his magic the day after. With so much radio silence in the past weeks, it made Roo grin. It seemed like everyone was really getting along. It was nice to see. If he could bring himself to do more than a timid smile and wave… maybe he could make friends with Journal, too. … If only he didn’t have such bad social anxiety.

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The sun was high in the afternoon sky, casting beams across the living room floor. Normally, Roo would be lying out among them. There was nothing better than midday sun on his fur. It was perfectly warm and cozy… just what the little cat loved. However, he wasn’t alone in the living room. Ever since Journal and Aiden broke the ice, he’d been hanging around in one of the armchairs. Which wasn’t a problem! Everyone was allowed in the living room. It’s for living in, after all. It just… made Roo self conscious. Lying out in the middle of the floor felt weird if there was someone besides Aiden watching. Even if that someone was his roommate. For now, he was curled up under the couch, peeking out wistfully at the sunbathed floorboards. Maybe I can catch a nap in the sun when Aiden gets back from that fetch quest, he thought. I bet Journal’s gonna ask him about it… I can probably sneak out n’ snooze then... A sudden thunk across the room jerked Roo out of his thoughts. What was that??? He let out a little surprised ‘mrrp!’, curling up nervously as he looked for the source. His gaze eventually found Journal. He had a book in his lap. From the way he’d flopped against the armchair’s back, it seemed he’d just closed the book. Roo let his shoulders relax. O-oh, ok... The thump was jes a book... Of course, it was then he noticed Journal was looking at him. Roo’s face flushed, his ears flicking back against his head. Oh no- had he been too loud? Did he disturb Journal??? He hadn’t meant to! He hurriedly shuffled farther back under the couch, curling his tail tight around his body. Sure, being under the couch got him and his cloak all dusty, but it felt safe under there. A moment of silence reigned in the room. It was broken by Journal’s awkward cough. “Uh… so… Roo, was it…?” Journal said hesitantly. “Are you… still under there?” Roo shivered a little. Oh geez. He was gonna have to pop out there and talk, wasn’t he? Haltingly, the little cat crawled up to the edge of the couch. He didn’t come out- not yet, anyway- but he was close enough to be seen. Journal was giving him a curious look- he’d perked up when he caught sight of the little cat. He wasn’t annoyed or upset, just… curious. Ok. Roo could work with curious. “E-ehm… yeah… tha’s me…” he mewed softly. “D-did yeh need somethin…?” “Er- sort of?” Journal chuckled awkwardly. “I just kinda wanted to… check in, I guess? I mean, I’ve talked plenty to Aiden, but I feel like we haven’t. Y’know. Had much time to talk to each other.” “... oh…” Roo blinked. That was a simple enough request. He shrugged, shuffling his paws shyly among the dust bunnies. “I-I’m doin’ ok,” he mewed softly. “Jes, ehm, tryna settle in as best I can… n-nothin ah’m not used teh, ‘s jes… kinda weird with Aiden not around sometimes…” “I get that,” Journal nodded. “New place ‘n all that… ‘s weird when you don’t have many… uh... familair faces around...” Roo watched as the sorcerer flashed a smile- he didn’t miss the quiet tension behind it. He didn’t have much time to wonder if that was a pun, hinting at something deeper, or a simple statement of solidarity. Journal had his head tilted to the side, a movement the cat found himself mirroring. “So you two’ve been travelling around together for awhile, then?” Oh! More questions! Yes, ok, he could do those. “Y-yeah! We’ve been travellin’ since I turned three, so ‘s been… uh-” the familiar did a quick count in his head- “six? Six yeahs? Er- it’ll be seven this year!” “Oh- shoot, six years on the road? And questing the whole time?” Journal whistled. “That sounds kinda intense.” “I-it can be! But most of the time we’re jes hangin out ‘n explorin,” roo admitted, flashing a little smile. “I liked it when we’d jes find somewheah to settle for a lil ‘n enjoy the sights…” “Ah. yeah, fair enough. Exploring can be pretty cool,” Journal said. “Y-yeah…” Roo trailed off, fidgeting awkwardly. A beat of silence passed between them. Eventually, Journal cleared his throat. Roo glanced up timidly, afraid he’d missed something- but Journal was flashing a gentle smile. The sorcerer’s look was still a little uncertain. But his gaze was soft and friendly, and Roo’s anxiety quieted a bit. “Well, uh, Aiden was telling me you like magic tricks,” Journal said, “and I was wondering if you wanted to see some…?” Oh, that perked Roo right up. Magic tricks??? For him to watch??? He scooted a little farther out from under the couch, his floppy ears bouncing forward as his head popped out from the dusty underside. “Y-yeah! That’d be supeh cool!” he mewed, paws patting the floor eagerly. Journal beamed, clapping his hands together. “Alright! Let’s see what I can do,” he hummed. He put a hand on his chin, head tilted again as Roo watched on excitedly. Magic tricks!!! He’d been fascinated by those since he was just a little kitten. Contrary to what the name suggested, their allure had a lot to do with how they lacked any sort of magic at all! Just slight of hand, misdirection, and some playful manipulation. It was so so exciting and impressive to see in action! Journal reached over to the table beside him, picking up a banded deck of cards. He carefully slipped one out from under the leather band. Straightening up, he smoothed out his tunic, clearing his throat. When he looked to Roo again, his grin was back and plenty playful. “Aaaalright. So. This trick is pretty simple, but I’m sure you’ll enjoy it,” Journal said. Roo nodded quickly. His wide eyes practically sparkled with enthusiasm. He was sure he would too!!! Journal somberly held up the card with his thumb and forefinger. “Now. I need you to watch this card, ok?” “W-what’re yeh gonna do with it?” roo asked. “I’m gonna make this card fly all the way around the room and back in one second,” Journal replied, wiggling his fingers. “But it only works if you watch really close.” “I-I won’ take my eyes offa it, promise,” Roo nodded. “Good. Ok…” Journal bent his wrist towards his chest, the card still held tight in his fingers. He raised a brow at Roo. The smirk on his face was mischievous- it left roo even more excited to see what really happened. He was gonna watch the card like a hawk. “And… here… it… goes-!” With a quick flick of the wrist, Roo whipped his head around to follow the- Wait a minute. Where was the card??? The cat blinked in confusion. Maybe he’d missed it? But when he looked back at Journal, his hand was empty. Had it… worked??? He blinked, and suddenly- wait, the card was there now! “Hey!!! How’d the card get back?” roo gasped. “Oh, you didn’t see it?” Journal asked. There was a hint of teasing in his eyes, but not enough to make Roo too embarrassed. He shook his head shyly. “I can do it again if you’d like,” Journal offered. “Y-yes please,” Roo nodded. “Alright,” Journal replied. He got his hand ready again, and Roo locked his eyes onto it. He was gonna watch the card and he was gonna get it this time. “Heeeere iiiit… goes-!” Again, journal flicked his wrist, and again, Roo tried to follow the card- but- where did it go??? He mewed in displeasure, tail flicking under the couch. A look at Journal yielded nothing but concealed laughter. The whole thing repeated a few more times before Roo finally- finally- realized what must be going on. “Hang- hang on a minute-” Roo squeaked. He wiggled the rest of the way out from under the couch, skittering over to Journal’s side. With one paw, he carefully tipped up the hand he’d sworn Journal threw the card with- aha! “Yeh weren’t throwin it at all!!!” “Nnnnope. It’s been here the whole time,” Journal chuckled. “I was wondering how long it’d take you to catch it.” He looked quite amused with himself, even if he pulled back a bit from Roo’s touch. The cat felt his face flush, quailing under Journal’s gaze. Had he really run over here like that??? And pushed at his hands??? Ohhh geez. What if he’d overstepped a boundary??? He tugged at his cloak timidly while Journal flicked the card back into proper view. “I’ve had awhile to practice that one,” the sorcerer continued. He flashed another gentle smile. “I, uh, I think you caught on faster than some of my other audiences.” “Eheheh… I-I don’ blame em,” Roo said. “... How’d yeh get it under yeh hand like that anyway? Yeh move so fast, I didn’ even know it was hidden u-until now.” “Ah, therein lies the trick!” Journal hummed, holding up a finger. “It’s all about flicking your wrist! Here, let me show you-” He shifted carefully in his chair, bending down so he was more at Roo’s level. Roo felt some tension leave his shoulders at that. He risked a tiny step closer to see better. Journal didn’t seem to mind- even nodded a bit- so he scooted right up near his hands. His earlier eagerness was already trickling back as the two got settled in. “Ok, got a good view?” “Yea-huh!” “Alright, good. So- what you wanna do first is get a proper hold on it…”

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The sunbeams had long since crossed the floor and moved up the wall when the door’s creak announced Aiden’s presence. It took just a few seconds longer than normal for Roo to throw himself at his originator. He had to get his paws untangled from some string- Journal had been showing him yarn tricks. He cannonballed full force into Aiden’s leg, purring up a storm. “Aiden!!! I missed yeh!!!” He purred, rubbing his cheek against his pant leg. The questor chuckled, reaching down to scoop him into his arms. Roo promptly curled into him, purring even louder. “Well, I missed you too!” Aiden said. When Roo looked up, he was raising a brow, a curious smile on his face. “What’s got you all riled up?” “O-oh, er- well, Journal was jes showin me how teh do some magic tricks,” Roo explained. His tail wagged happily at the statement. “He knows so many- it was really fun!” “Ah, is that so?” Aiden smiled. “You two had an impromptu magic trick lesson?” The two looked over at the young sorcerer. Journal hadn’t moved from the couch, hands still tangled up in yarn. He looked down hastily when their gazes fell on him, scrambling to pull off strings and gather up a bunch of little props. Coins and cards disappeared into his pockets as he grabbed for words. “I- well, yeah, a little one,” Journal confessed sheepishly. “Nothing much was going on in the apartment, and I figured we could do something to. Uh. Pass the time. Y’know.” He tucked the string into his pocket. Roo was sorry to see it go. Maybe he could ask for some of it later… it was fun to play with. “Oh, there’s no need to clean up!” Aiden reassured him. “I’m curious to see some tricks for myself, if that’s alright with you two.” “... really?” Journal blinked. Ah. That was a look Roo knew well. At least, from the perspective of the one making it. Hesitant eagerness. Oh. He’s being shy. Nervous, even. Well. Roo knew what to do with that. He squirmed a little in Aiden’s arms, the questor instinctively letting him drop to the floor. He trotted over to Journal’s side, giving his sleeve a tug. The sorcerer gave him a quizzical look, but bent down to listen on instinct. Roo cupped a paw by his ear, voice low. “I-I think a lil review fer Aiden would be swell,” Roo said. “We had a lotta fun, a-an it would be cool teh give em a look, especially since yer real good at this kinda thing. Y’know… Like our own lil magic show?” When he pulled back, the bright shine in Journal’s eyes told him he’d done the trick. So he had remembered the sorcerer’s showman dreams right! Journal nodded, and Roo beamed right back. His paws flapped around as he spun in excited circles. “I suppose we could put on a little show,” Journal said, pulling out his props again. “Roo’s quite the fast learner.” “And you’eh a good teacheh,” Roo purred. “But!!! Aiden!!! Yeh gotta sit down first! C’mon, right heah-”

Laughter bounced off the walls as the little familiar led his originator over to an armchair. And- for the first time- Journal’s countryish chuckle joined them. Roo’s heart warmed at the sound. It looked like their roommate was finally coming out of his shell. And so, it seemed, was he.

#afw #a familiar world #afw chapter #my story #arty writes #roo pingere #journal sherman drapht #aiden pingere #da bois...#its jus them chillin lskjdfs #dumb fluff bc we all need it in our lives...#good stuffs #yea thas all i got lskjdf

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Comfortember Day 13. Baking + Day 25. Going Back to School/Work

Sugar, Butter, Flour

@comfortember

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There were a lot of things that the world didn't know about Tony Stark. They didn't know that in his home, he was more likely to be seen barefoot in a pair of jeans with an old band t-shirt from his MIT days. They didn't know that some of the glasses he wore were actually prescription after many hours glued to screens of different types had worn on his eyes. They didn't know that he loved to bake and cook, especially for his family.

It was one of the reasons that said family could never understand how Tony could forget to eat for hours in the lab but always made sure that everyone around him was well fed. It never stopped them from in turn making sure that he was fed as well.

The world didn't know, but the love language of the Starks and their family was that of food. Most of their meal times were spent in laughter and happiness, talks of their days and upcoming events or plans, and overall togetherness.

Those meals were almost always followed by something sweet baked by Tony and whoever was around to sous chef for the man. Although he liked cooking, Tony's true favourite was baking. There was often a sweet treat stuck in with someone's lunch, or a little package left on their bed if they were having a rough time. Sometimes even just a random gift of that person's favourite treat.

There was never a moment in the Stark household that there wasn't at least one baked good hiding in the kitchen.

It was just Tony's way of showing his love.

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First days back at school were always tiring yet boring no matter what you did. Throw in the added bonus of enhanced senses that had gotten used to a summer without the various stimuli from a high school and it was even more exhausting.

Which was why Tony received a text from Peter that was more a mini rant than a regular text but it was amusing for Tony so who was he to complain?

Whoever the hell thought it was a good idea to put a bunch of teenagers in one building was an idiot and a torturous asshole.

Who in their right mind thought it was clever to put us, who are all at different learning paces and mindsets as well as their regular responsibilities, in multiple classes in a confined space together for so many hours?

Tony couldn't help his chuckle as he read Peter's message. The kid could keep up with MJ at times. Their rants and talks (which were more like a mini rage against the injustices of the world in Tony's opinion) were more than enough to scare more than a few of the tower's occupants and workers. Unless you were Gen Z of course, then you just joined in.

Tony swiped up to open his keyboard and started typing back.

I have no idea kid but I agree with you.

He waited to make sure Peter wasn't going to type back immediately before sending another message.

I know you're feeling pretty fiery about the educational system but it isn't enough to boost your thermo probs so I'm sending Happy to pick you up until it's warmer again.

And before you argue, remember that I've been in the kitchen today.

He knew the threat wasn't going to hold, he could never resist the way his kids' faces lit up when he gave them specially made treats. The ones he had made for Peter as a first-day-back-at-school treat were a testament to that.

Peter's reply was a single gasp emoji and do I really have to wait for Happy?

Tony's answer was a no brainer.

Yes!

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Peter barrelled through the elevator doors, barely stopping to drop his backpack and kick his shoes and coat off.

Seconds later Tony was almost knocked clean off his feet when he found himself with an armful of spider teen after Peter hurled himself into his basically dad's arms.

"Well hello to you too, Pete." Tony laughed but hugged Peter close to him.

"Hi. Missed you." Peter murmured into Tony's shoulder. "Can we go sit and chill? Senses are a little buggy but not too bad. Just wanna relax a bit."

Tony nodded, rubbing a hand over the teen's back, before pulling away and nudging him towards the living room. "Go get comfy and I'll get us some tea and your treat." He said as he walked towards the kitchen, Peter to the living room. Quickly making the tea and cutting a few slices of Peter's banana bread (specifically made with the cinnamon sugar baked on top just the way he liked it), he made his way to join Peter on the couch.

Before he'd even sat down, Peter made granny hands towards one of the plates on the tray Tony had used to carry their mugs and plates.

"Here, you rascal. Sometimes I feel like you only keep me around for my baking, ya know." Tony sniffed in mock annoyance, a smile trying to break out on his face.

"That's cuz I do." Peter smirked before he smiled and laid his head on Tony's shoulder. "I really do appreciate it though. It makes me feel special that you always pay attention to me and everyone else like you do. Thank you."

Tony was sure his heart was melting. He didn't know what he did to deserve the family he had been blessed with but he was grateful for them each day.

"It's my pleasure, kid. I like doing it because you're all so important to me. I like spoiling you with stuff you enjoy. I love you guys." Tony said, his chin resting on Peter's head. There definitely weren't any tears in his eyes, not at all.

"We love you too, Mr. Stark."

Dammit, I'm too soft for this.

"Enough mush, you're gonna rot my teeth. Eat your banana bread, Roo.

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Tony Stark wasn't at all what the world thought he was, their ideas built on glimpses of grandeur, fake smiles designed just for the press, and snobbish tendencies.

But the real Tony Stark? He was something else entirely. He was warm and caring. He loved his family, his kids, more than he could ever explain.

And so he baked and cooked for them. Little treats gifted to them just because he could.

Tony Stark's baking showed his family his gratitude, his affection, his love.

His baking came from his heart.

#irondad #spiderson #comfortember 2020 #peter parker #tony stark #ironman #spider-man #irondad fanfic #irondad fanfiction

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5hining-aus · 5 years

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SHINee As High School Teachers

So I got a request asking for the guys as different types of teachers and, since I’ve actually had the idea for a while (kinda convinced that the requester is a mind reader ngl) I figured that I’d start off with them as HS teachers. I had some fun with this and threw in a few little things from my own high school days as well. Enjoy!

Jinki - Chemistry Teacher

So you know all those videos that show teachers doing super cool experiments with their students? He’s one of those teachers

He’s a pretty calm teacher most of the time, but may the gods have mercy on your soul if you mess around in the lab

Lab safety is his #1 concern, like if you aren’t wearing the proper gear then you are out of there

The only time his students have ever seen him even slightly raise his voice was when the class’s resident asshole decided to pretend to pour something on their lab partner

It was a harmless solution (the more volatile stuff is reserved for his upper-level honours classes) but still, it was more the principle of the act than anything else

100% has made coffee on a Bunsen burner

Also, always has a different coffee mug, like nobody ever sees him with the same mug twice. The only exceptions are the mugs that he’s gotten as gifts from his graduating classes (which are displayed on their own little handmade rack when not in use)

He has a tradition of teaching his graduating classes how to make flamethrowers (but shh, administration doesn’t need to know that)

Another tradition (albeit, an unofficial one) is that, on the first day of class every year, he’ll trip over THE SAME FLOOR TILE. It’s not even broken or anything, yet he still trips over it

He actually has a Doctorate and could be teaching at the University-level, but he decided to teach High School so he could try to get more young people interested in the sciences. It worked and a lot of his former students who went into science-related fields attribute their decision to go into said fields to him

He almost cried when one of the students from the very first class he ever taught came to him one day and told him that they had decided to go for a PhD in Chemistry because of him. And you bet he was there cheering them on when they went in to defend their thesis

He has like almost an entire wall of his classroom that is dedicated to his current and former students’ scientific achievements

Has a reputation for being a crazy scientist, but pretty much everyone who’s ever been in his class absolutely adores him

Has a lot of weird inside jokes with his students

Always wears some type of short-sleeved button-up shirt and khakis/chinos. On lab days, he adds a white lab coat, massive safety goggles, and all other necessary protective clothing

Jonghyun - Music Teacher

His classroom is in the school basement, but he’s made it really cozy and nice

Uses beanbag chairs instead of desks like 90% of the time (loss of beanbag privileges is an actual consequence he has for students who are breaking his rules)

A lot of the Choir and Band kids like to hang out in there at lunch and he kinda just lets them do whatever they want as long as they aren’t being too rowdy or breaking school rules

CONSTANTLY grumbling over the fact that the Arts Department is always overlooked when it comes to funding

Has, on more than one occasion, used his own money to buy instruments for the class because gosh darn it, no class of his is going to be using shit-tier instruments

He treats his instruments like they’re his children, always keeps them nice and clean and tuned

Has a framed picture of Roo on his desk. His mom and sister are his computer background

Definitely one of those teachers that can get on a topic completely unrelated to his subject and spend the entire class talking about it

Always has a compliment for each of his students. Even if they’re doing horribly, he’ll have something positive to say

In addition to his classes, he’s also the faculty advisor for the School Band and the School Choir

Has attempted, multiple times, to get school approval to take his students to rock concerts for field trips. He has yet to succeed

Just like a super chill teacher

Kibum - Art Teacher

First of all, don’t call him Mr. Kim, he prefers Key or Mr. Key

Another basement dweller, he fought Jonghyun tooth and nail for the best classroom and he won

Despite his classroom being the best classroom in the basement, it’s still in the basement and gets super cold during late Fall and Winter. To combat this, he keeps a Sunggie in his supply closet at all times

Do you know that gif of the guy in a black turtleneck going “It’s art?” That’s pretty much Kibum. He has said those words and made that exact hand motion many times

One of his students actually printed out a blown-up picture of the gif and gave it to him. It’s now hanging up by his desk and he always points to it whenever someone asks why a painting is the way it is

Kibum is one of those teachers that the students either love or hate. Most of his students love him, but there’s definitely a few who hate him

His smocks are always immaculate, like how????

Wears a beret about 50% of the time. He also gives all his new students their own berets on their first day (they’re embroidered)

Literally could not give less of a shit about the school’s dress code

Like, as long as nothing’s hanging out/overly revealing and as long as there’s no inappropriate messages/images on the clothing just, like, let the students wear what they want

But noooooo, the school “has an image to uphold” so that means no tattoos, no non-earlobe piercings, no bleached or unnaturally dyed hair, and no hair over a certain length for male students

Constantly arguing with admin about the hair, tattoo, and piercing restrictions. He claims that body art is just as valid as traditional art and that the students should have the right to express themselves however they see fit

Stocks up on hair gel and concealer so his students don’t get dress coded

He’s the faculty advisor for the Drama Club and the Art Club

Like Jjong and the Band+Choir kids, the Drama and Art Club kids can typically be found in Key’s classroom during breaks

Brings CommeGa in with him the week before exams

They have little berets and smocks too

Minho - History Teacher

His class covers a bit of every culture/country’s history, but the main focus is Korean History

He gets SUPER into the unit on Ancient History. One time his students walked into class to see him decked out in traditional clothing from the Silla Dynasty, complete with hair extensions and everything

Oh, and he redecorated the whole class room to be period-accurate as well

Is just generally A Lot™ when he’s teaching

He knows that History can be a bit of a boring subject for some people so he tries to do fun things in class to try and make it interesting

He’ll give his classes the textbook-version of history, and then he’ll turn around and explain which parts were complete BS

He doesn’t sugarcoat much. Sure, he may not go too deep into the more disturbing parts of history (his students are just kids after all) but he’s very honest about what actually happened VS what the textbooks say happened

Definitely the teacher that everybody has a crush on (he obviously doesn’t condone it)

Likes to take his classes to historical villages for field trips

He’s the coach for the Soccer, Baseball, Track, Basketball, and Swim Teams as well as the faculty advisor for the Filmmaking Club

He’s a busy, busy man yet he always has time for his students

Another universally beloved teacher

Since he pretty much has the Film Club at his disposal, he’ll sometimes make short little historical films to use during his lessons

Prints out history memes and hangs them around his classroom like the nerd he is

Taemin - English Lit. Teacher

In my opinion, there are few forces in the educational system more chaotic than an English Teacher, which makes it a perfect fit for Taemin

If he had a dollar for every time he had been mistaken for a student

A little trick he likes to play on his Grade 9s is one where, on the first day of school, he’ll sit at one of the student desks and just wait for a bit until somebody asks where the teacher is. Then he’ll just be all “Surprise, welcome to English 1! I’m Mr. Lee and I’ll be your teacher!”

On the flipside, the amount of parents that don’t believe that he’s a teacher irritates him so much (he’s literally been asked for ID at Parent-Teacher Conferences)

Like, he’s fine with joking from his students, and even a bit of shock from parents is ok, but damn it, he didn’t get a Masters in Education to be treated like this

Anyway, he’ll get REALLY into it when he’s reading Shakespeare

One time, he stood on a desk and read it like that. One of his students from another class walked by, saw him, and just kinda poked their head in and was like “Mr. Lee? Are you okay?”

Jonghyun likes to bring him in when he does the piano unit in his class

Like Ming, Tae’s another nerd teacher who has found that memes are an excellent way to connect with his students

He’s co-advisor for the Drama Club along with Key

Drama, drama, drama. No drama, drama, drama

They’ve almost gotten into fistfights over the true meanings of plays

He’s also the coach for the school’s Dance Team (the school’s AWARD WINNING Dance Team, as he likes to remind people)

“Oh, your team got first place at Regionals? Talk to me when you get a National title.”

I like the idea of him driving the team around in a minivan or smth, just full on soccer-momming it

#SHINee AU #SHINee imagines #SHINee scenarios #SHINee as Teachers #SHINee As High School Teachers #SHINee #5HINee #jinki #jonghyun #kibum #minho #taemin

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vinylexams · 5 years

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Heavy Heavy Low Low - Courtside Seats to the Greatest Fuck of All Time⁠

⁠ @heavyheavylowlow38 #heavyheavylowlow #hhll #deathwish @deathwishinc⁠ ⁠ I’ve been lucky as hell recently to snag insider info on some killer reissues and this one is no exception. You all already know how much I love HHLL, especially Turtle Nipple…, and through serendipity I got connected with Robbie from the band a few months back. I got to hear about how they are coming back to life after some years focusing on other projects, growing up and growing out, and evolving as musicians and artists in the process. They’ve worked with Twelve Gauge Records to put Courtside Seats on vinyl for the very first time and after they announced it on their platforms and immediately sold it out, they’re pressing another batch that you and the HHLL lovers in your life can and should snag before that pressing sells out, too!⁠ ⁠ What’s even more exciting is that I got to pick Robbie’s brain in typical VE fashion and he’s indulged me with all sorts of info about what they’re up to, whether or not we can expect new music, and some feel-good stories about huffing air duster and ripping shit up in an old warehouse on the California coast. Here it is in its unedited glory, but first…head to the website to pre-order your copy and then head to Robbie’s Indiegogo campaign to learn more about his upcoming short firm that’s scored by Nick from Tera Melos! ⁠https://deathwishinc.com/products/heavy-heavy-low-low-courtside-seats https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/morning-deliveries-short-film#/

INTERVIEW

First and foremost, it’s been a minute since we’ve heard from Heavy Heavy Low Low and then out of nowhere you sprang back to life in 2019. What motivated you all to pick up this project again? I’m not sure what motivated it. We had always been trying to jumpstart the whole thing again for some time and I think that it might have been a case of everyone’s lives slowing down and examining that time with a weird reverence. I can only speak for myself. The boys are all in school or doing their own thing.

I imagine you’ve all been working on different projects since HHLL went on hiatus. Do you have anything that you or the rest of the band have worked on that you’d love us to know about? Danny has gotten pretty popular in the Kendama world. Chris is studying various forms of martial arts. Roo is endlessly going to school and currently scoring independent films. Chip is heavily involved in competitive fishing. I’ve been making short films when the situation and my wallet allow it. We’re all crazy excited about finally owning Courtside Seats on vinyl for the first time. Aside from bringing that album onto the vinyl medium, the pre-order page notes that there’s new artwork, too. What can we expect from that? When we made the CD we weren’t expecting to sell any really.. I did the art and Matthew printed them all at his job. Him and I folded every crease, glued the o-cards and vacuum sealed them all. I think it sold out almost completely at the record release show. We made the same amount of records as we did the original cd (500). The artwork for the original CD pressing was done on sketch paper without any comprehension of what could be done with drawn art and a scanner. Matthew was the computer wizard and back then, young and silly, it was all done on the cuff. The new art is a bit more modern and plays with mortality. Court-side Seats to The Greatest Fuck of All Time being a front seat view of a an ordinary, bumpy ride through life. I’m proud of it. What’s it like to bring back an album from the earliest parts of the band’s career? Do you still identify with the music? It is odd. It was a truly surreal time and place. We were out of our fucking minds. We recorded it in Mountain View, Ca in this giant warehouse that tapered into gutted office spaces. It was a weird white collar tomb on the outskirts of Silicon Valley right before the real tech boom. In the big part of the warehouse where we’d enter there were giant mounds of clothes meant to be donated to some third world country. We’d burrow tunnels in them and do huge dramatic flips from pike to pile. There was an aisle of outdated medical equipment waiting to be sent that we’d stalk through in the dark. It was a strangely magic place. Once you got through the warehouse you’d get to these office stations that had been fashioned into recording studios and that’s where we birthed this thing. We were so misguided. The amount of compressed air that we inhaled should have killed us. I contribute a significant drop in IQ to that shit. Smoking copious amounts of weed from gravity bongs. Recording with a hip hop producer, Deegan. Never a disagreement. It still feels like it was some strange purgatory of youth. I don’t miss it, but it was beautiful. Does this mean there’s hope of having Everything’s Watched, Everyone’s Watching on vinyl sometime, too? So, there was a guy who was very adamant about putting that record out on vinyl. We had a dialogue going for the better part of a year and apparently he had been in contact with Rhino Music and Warner, the two companies that hold the licensing to that album. He had received word that it’d cost an impressive amount of money, but he still wanted to shoulder it. Mind you, this dude didn’t have a label, he just wanted to put this thing out and apparently hadnt thought that all out. Time goes by, I’m waiting, not worrying one way or the other. One day I get a link from a friend, a Christian college website detailing that dude had been arrested for kidnapping and assault. Very sad situation. Dude seemed semi normal. Anyway, that was the last effort I’d seen put into that. I’d love to contribute new art to that release if any go-getter wants to try their luck. I’ve loved everything HHLL put out, but Turtle Nipple is in my top 10 list of favorite albums of all time. What was the writing the recording process for it like and how did the band feel about the new creative directions on it? EWEW was half previously recorded material re-recorded and half material written a year prior, kind of forced into a studio with producers we had no previous rapport with. Those producers/engineers were incredible human beings (RIP Tom Pfaffle! See you in the mindfog) but we were very young punk kids thrown into a foreign land where we had our agents visiting and there were platinum records on the wall and it was a total barrage of privilege and excess. It was beautiful, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t feel soul in that record. Turtle Nipple is a dense trip through time and the record I’m most proud of in our discography. I don’t remember how long we had to record it, I do remember that it was the only time we’d been given to experiment and layer our sensibilities in an environment that catered to them. Sam (Pura) was a perfect conduit to that vibe and time and space and it really came out just how it should have. I think about that album as a 70s exploitation directors filmography.. it veers violently from genre to genre and while most of the stories are fiction and far from personal testimony, theirs a peek into some shared insanity contained throughout. George Cosmatos wandering through a punk club on an edible. I think that that album is our bands true personality. Sam is a member of our band whether he’s playing with us or engineering for us. He gets us. I love the idea of an alternate reality where we had lasted a bit longer and did an album with Steve Albini. He’d probably hate us, but I love those ‘What If?’ Scenarios. I’ll ask the question EVERYONE has been asking so it’s on the record somewhere: Does this mean we can expect new material or a new album soon? Maybe even a tour? We have a new EP in the works. We have some of it recorded with Sam. We’ve posted a couple clips on Instagram. We’re incredibly busy and spread out in our personal lives. Chip in TX, Dan in FL, Roo in OR, Rob and Chris in CA. Adulthood is a bitter, pulpy drink! We are going to be playing again. We won’t be leaving the West Coast. We had our fill of middle America and the travel involved. We have talked to some of our buds from our early days of touring about playing alongside (opening for) them for a limited run in 2020. I think that qualifies as a tour. Also, if anyone wants to fly us to Europe to play a festival in 2020, we’d like that. It’ll be an interesting year. How does it feel to be welcomed back by so many adoring fans who still love your music and are hoping for more after a long hiatus? It’s incredibly humbling. I have heard from people throughout the years about how we had affected them and it was always just strange to me. I’m pretty self deprecating, so I just don’t understand how some shit I wrote could mean much to anyone. My mind is just a shotgun blast of panic. I guess all of ours are? I love my band mates and their talents, though. So I understand the sorta sirens draw to the greater extent. I think they only got to show themselves slightly, too. Weird existence. Give us a piece of band trivia you’ve never shared in an interview before! Gees. There is a step-in part to most 15 passenger vans. It is a black, hard plastic. It meets with where you close the sliding door. When we had no bottles to pee in, we would just piss in ‘the step’. This thing was a den of germicidal activity. Trash and piss I don’t think we ever truly cleaned that thing. What’s odd is that we so rarely got ill on tour. The Step kept us healthy on a steady diet of trash and piss and general scum. Finally, this isn’t a question but the hidden track on Turtle Nipple is a fucking masterpiece and I wanted you to know. Thank you! I think that may have been my idea to add some weird 70s funk into an old track of ours. I think it turned out cool, but I think it betrays our vibe on that album! I wish it’d have devolved into some weird, primitive Altered States shit.

#heavyheavylowlow #hhll #deathwish #vinylrecords #vinylcollectionpost #metal #nowplaying #vinyls #recordcollector #vinyladdict #vinyligclub #vinylcollective #vinylexams

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1. If someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch and listen to ?

Hmmm tough

I think that to understand me...

Okay, imagine this

It is late night, let’s say around 10 pm. You haven’t eaten tonight, you haven’t been allowed to. You have already showered, you feel terrible. You go to your roo upstairs. Your head is full of ideas of rebellion and revolution. You know Hugo’s Les Misérables. You hear your parents arguing and screaming, your fear what might happen to you. So you do like the revolutionaries, you create a barricade. You barricade your door. You dread leaving this room tomorrow. You push the wardrobe and the chest of drawers against the door, and place many books under the door’s handle to block it. Your parents, alerted, come and try to open the door, push it open. You’re terrified, but relieved because the barricade holds. You feel like Enjolras for a second. You know your parents will cut the internet, so your computer and phone are useless. You’re still very young, around 13. You close the shutters to keep yourself safe. You don’t have much to help you. Your music and your books. So you prepare your bed, bring all the lights close to you. You’re facing your barricade. You take your Harry Potter books, the books you grew up with and that reassure you. You have the Elder Wand. You take it and hold it as though it could save you, as if you could really do magic. You take your earphones and your phone to put on some music. It’s Fall Out Boy you listen to, your favourite band. They comfort you, they give you back some courage. You decide to read the Harry Potter books again, you want to make as less noise as possible. You go back to your world of magic to protect yourself. You decide to write a bit too, because you like creating worlds and characters of your own. You fight your fear like this, by hiding in your world. You don’t have friends to talk to about it, no one else to confide in, so you confide in your writings, in the characters you know.

Imagine this being a regular occurrence and you’ll understand why I am like this today

2. Have you ever found a writer who thinks just like you ? If so, who ?

Hmmm not really

Although because of their writing style and their way to present things, I feel close to two authors

Émile Zola

André Gide

Those two I feel the closest to

11. describe your ideal day

Okay here we go

I am in my room, wherever, but I just want to know it’s my room. I don’t care if there are other people living with me, right now I am in my room, alone. I have my dog with me. It’s an off-day and I have nothing to do. I can stay in my most comfortable clothes for the day and play video games all day. I can listen to my music without earphones on. I can relax completely. I fanboy over my favourite characters. I am talking to myself, yeah, but whatever. I don’t judge myself and I listen to myself. I talk to my dog, it can work. I just don’t think about anything for a day. I don’t have responsibilities or duties for the day. I can rest, be at peace, completely.

16. if you’d grown up in a different environment, do you think you’d have turned out the same ?

Of course I would have

I believe the environment shapes the individual

So of course

If I had lived without fear, I wouldn’t be so anxious and scared today

If I had been able to express my individuality and my interests as I please, I wouldn’t feel like too much and I would talk more easily too people, I wouldn’t feel like I am too much

If I had been in a richer environment, I wouldn’t have all these worries about my future

If I had had friends from the beginning, I wouldn’t be so doubtful about my friends today, I wouldn’t fear losing them as much

And there is so much more

So no, I don’t believe I would have been the same

22. list the top five things you spend the most time doing, in order

Haha

From most to least :

Panicking/being anxious in general

RP-ing

Procrastinating

Writing

Playing video games

29. three songs that you connect with right now

Numb - Linkin Park

No Roots - Alice Merton

Plus tard - Big Flo et Oli

#sr talks #asks #i think I just discovered what is fundamentally wrong with me as a person djjdkdkdkd’dn

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Race Report: Greater Nashua Sprint Triathlon

My first triathlon of 2019 was a sprint distance race held in southern New Hampshire, called the Greater Nashua Sprint Triathlon. I settled on this race in particular after several months of research, trying to find a race that was both within driving distance and lined up with my training schedule for my 70.3 race. I didn’t know anything about it other than what I found on the website and Facebook page, but it was the 10th annual running of the event, so it seemed likely to be a well-organized race.

Pre-Race

An added bonus to this race was that my wife’s parents and brother live just an hour away from the race location, so we were all able to stay with them and combine it into a family visit. It’s a huge benefit to race day preparations to be in a comfortable location with family before an event, so I’m grateful we were able to have that opportunity. I went to bed at the same time as my kids, and actually managed to sleep through most of the night. I only woke up once, at about 3 AM, and then drifted in and out until about 5, when I got up.

Breakfast was my customary bowl of oatmeal flavored with maple syrup with a coffee. While I had the syrup out, I took the opportunity to fill my gel bottle. I still wasn’t sure if I would even use fuel during the race, because it was so short, but I figured it couldn’t hurt to have it along.

Breakfast

Race Fuel

Nice morning view

I had everything pretty much ready to go the night before, so all I had to do in the morning was load my bike, put my transition bag in the car, and head out. The drive was uneventful. As I got close to Nashua, I started to see more and more cars carrying bikes. It wasn’t long before I saw a fully decked out Quintana Roo on the back of a pickup. Welcome to New Hampshire.

Parking was an absolute nightmare. There was a lot designated for racers, which was the entire area around a local school, but it was already packed to the gills by the time I arrived. I ended up having to park underneath a swing set. I checked the air in my tires at my car, put my transition bag on my bag and rode to the transition area.

Transition was pretty well organized, with everyone having a marked spot on the racks. Once again my bike was too tall to fit very well on the rack. The saddle was too high to easily get it under the bar, and then there wasn’t enough of a hang to keep it on there securely. Not much I could do about it, so I set up my transition stuff and went to get body-marked, check out the transition routes, and wander down to the water.

My transition setup. My rear wheel is basically on the ground.

There were about 15 minutes of announcements before the race, which felt like they took forever. I tried to keep my arms moving, doing some arm circles and such, but mostly just stood around feeling my springs coil. Finally, they started calling waves. Everyone had an assigned wave number, and when your wave was called, you went down to a dock area to check-in and queue up for the start.

Swim

This was my first race wearing a wetsuit. It was also my first race with a wave start. It cheated everyone out of some time, because the timing mat was on the dock and the waves treaded water for a minute or two before actually starting. But at least everyone lost the same amount of time, so it didn’t really matter.

I put some water on the back of my neck just before jumping in, but it felt like a warm bath. I was prepared for a cold shock when stepped off the dock, but it was just balmy. I grabbed the start line rope and floated until the starter gave us the go signal, then I was off.

One of the first waves heading out

Almost immediately, I felt like something was wrong. I wasn’t more than 30 seconds into it and I felt absolutely awful. I thought I might be getting sick. Was I even moving? I couldn’t really tell. My line was way off, too, and I kept veering to the right. I tried to focus on my technique and things got a little better. I decided that whatever I was feeling, it wasn’t getting any worse, so I would just push through it. I had done enough swim training to know that I wouldn’t suddenly drown or anything, especially while wearing a buoyant wetsuit. The worst case was that my arm strength would just give out, and it hadn’t yet. So there was no reason to stop. On I went.

About halfway through the loop, I started catching some people. I have no idea if they were in my wave or the wave before mine, or possibly the wave after mine, having gotten ahead of me at the start. I didn’t try to swim over anyone but I didn’t really seem them coming, either, so some contact was inevitable.

I hadn’t set a goal time for the swim, but from experience I expected something between 10-15 minutes in the back of my mind. When I finally stood up to exit, it felt like it had been twice that, but I figured realistically it was maybe 12 minutes.

I looked at my watch and saw an 8. Suddenly things made a little more sense. I had been going faster — much faster — than I thought. No wonder I felt like my chest was going to explode.

Official Swim Time: 8:49 (.3 mi) – 1:41/100 yd 7/32 in age group; 34/414 overall

T1 sent us up a sandy path through the woods to the grassy area where the bikes were. There were wetsuit strippers waiting for us, which was awesome. I pulled my wetsuit down below my waist, slid into home on the tarp, and my suit was popped off before I even knew what was happening. I thanked the volunteers and headed to my bike.

About to get stripped

I had toyed a bit with leaving my shoes on my bike with rubber bands, but ultimately couldn’t really figure out how to do it so it worked properly, and I was worried about the rubber bands getting caught in my gears, so I decided to just put my shoes on in transition, run the bike out, and clip in. I certainly wasn’t going to try a flying mount, so this was a reasonable option for me. At the last second I grabbed my maple syrup bottle and slid it into my tri suit pocket.

Official T1 time: 3:13 – 91/414 overall

Bike

The bike route was very short, and very flat. I’d only done three previous races before this one, but this was the shortest and flattest by far. I had been doing a lot of mental gymnastics about the bike leg in the days leading up to the race, debating my approach. Overall, I wanted this race to be something of a practice session for my 70.3 — transition logistics, using a wetsuit, etc. I thought about also extending that to pacing, to practice the mental and emotional control required to slow myself down at the start of the bike leg so that I would be able to hold the right pace throughout, and then have enough left over for the run. But as soon as I was clipped in, that decision was made. It was go time.

Because I didn’t have any pacing or power targets, I ended up watching my heart rate most of all while out on the course, followed by my speed. My heart rate was shockingly high compared to the levels I was used to seeing during my training, which is predominantly spent in zone 2. But I knew that wasn’t necessarily a problem. The race was short enough that I could work at or above threshold for the whole thing. They call it a sprint for a reason, after all.

The other fun thing about a sprint is that passing someone on the bike leg is usually permanent. In a longer race, it can often be just the first of two meetings, the second of which being when they come back and smoke you on the run. But in a sprint, they are more likely to run out of road if you go full throttle on the bike. Since it was a wave start, I knew that passing people was not an entirely accurate representation of my place in the field. But it was motivating anyway. So I reeled in as many people as I could, and made sure that nobody passed me. The best part was passing those $6,000 tri bikes on my gravel bike with regular old drop bars.

As it turned out, I was glad to have my maple syrup on board. I took a couple hits, one partway through and one just before T2. It felt helpful, and made me realize that I would probably need more fuel than I had been thinking during my longer race in July.

The bike course covered, I had a clean dismount just at the line, and ran my bike in to the transition area again.

Official Bike Time: 25:45 (9.6 mi) – 22.4/mph 4/32 in age group; 18/414 overall

T2 was my slowest performance on the day, relative to the field. I didn’t deliberately go slow, but I wasn’t rushing, either. I’m pretty particular about how my shoe lace-up feels, and that combined with the socks I use (which are not super easy to get on) probably accounted for my slow time. But I made it out on the run with everything I needed and feeling pretty good, so I wasn’t too worried about blitzing through T2.

Official time: 1:51 – 313/414 overall

Run

I expected to be running fast out of transition, having experienced that phenomenon before. Adrenaline is high and you are excited to just get going, and before you know it you’re running way faster than you expected. I checked my watch after a couple hundred yards and saw I was running close to 7:30 min/mi, which is very fast for me. For reference, I ran all of my sprints last year at around 9:00 min/mi. My first reaction was to feel like I needed to back off, slow down and find a more conservative pace, but then I remembered it was only 3.1 miles. I was able to hold a strong pace through the swim and bike, why not the run? Might as well go for it, and see how long I could hold it before I slowed down. The worst case was that my pace would slow for the back half of the race, but I knew I would finish no matter what. Go time continued.

I focused on my cadence through most of the run, trying to keep the rhythm even and high. That seems to be my key to running fast (such that “fast” is, for me), when I need to. If I think about ‘running fast,’ it’s harder to do, but if I just focus on my cadence, it’s easier for some reason.

The run was also a very flat course, with only a couple slight inclines, when my pace dipped closer to 8:00 min/mi. I was able to hold my cadence pretty well throughout. Two or three people passed me, including a 60+ year old woman and a kid, wearing the race t-shirt. Sigh. But overall I held my pace and I felt strong throughout.

By the time the last half-mile came around, I was starting to feel it, particularly in my hips and my abdominals. I was definitely on the edge, pushing to maintain the pace. There wasn’t much of anything left for a late surge, all I could do was hold what I had through the chute and over the finish line.

Official Run Time: 24:19 (3.1 mi) – 7:50/mi 11/32 in age group; 65/414 overall

Overall Results: Time: 1:03:55 5/32 in age group; 34/219 by gender; 36/414 overall

Post Race & Summary

The race venue had a lot of activities for kids, which was great for when my family arrived. There were at least three bouncy houses, plus a clown making balloon animals, and kid-friendly food. The food was great, and there was tons of it, all of it free as far as I could tell, at least for racers. It wasn’t just bananas and bagels, there was an entire sandwich buffet, flatbread pizza, Italian ice, all kinds of things. The only real negatives for me about the race organization and venue were parking and the lack of a professional race photographer (there were only official volunteers, who took substandard photos and whose coverage was incomplete). Otherwise, it was a well-organized and fun race on a decent course.

As far as my performance goes, I came away a little surprised and with a lot to think about. I had definitely underestimated my potential in the water and on the run. I really didn’t have any idea that I could swim or run that fast over any distance. Almost immediately, I started thinking ahead to July, and trying to sort out what that means for my 70.3. Obviously I won’t be racing at these speeds at that distance. But my personal bar has been raised, there’s no getting around that. Now I have the task of handling that knowledge without it infiltrating my head in a negative way. Expectations for a race are not usually helpful.

I tried to examine whether I could have gone any faster, any harder, improved in any area in order to jump to the 1st-3rd place podium from my 5th place spot. I would have had to be about 6 mins faster to do that. Certainly I was maxed on the swim. I don’t think I was at maximum capacity on the bike, but I was fairly close. The run didn’t have a whole lot of room to give, either. When I look at the actual times between 5th (me) and 3rd, here’s what I find:

PlaceSwimT1BikeT2RunTotal3rd8:202:2525:390:3521:0958:065th (me)8:493:1325:561:5124:191:03:55Difference:0:290:480:171:163:105:49

Clearly the majority of time lost was on the run. That isn’t surprising to me, since I’ve never been a fast runner. But I’m encouraged, because I’m way faster than I used to be. The next biggest deficit was T2, followed relatively closely by T1. The differences on the swim and the bike combined could be easily surmounted by improving just my transitions alone. Or I could have pushed a bit harder on the climbs (such as they were) on the bike and probably wiped out a lot of that time. But most of the improvement work to be done is clearly in my run.

Is this a microcosm of what I can expect at longer distance? It will be interesting to see how the ratios play out there. I’d also be interested in comparing these relative results to my results from last year’s sprints. That is, how much slower — relative to the field — was I in transition vs. the bike leg, or run leg. Maybe that will be a good subject for a future post. You can’t compare races 1:1, but I think you can get a sense of how the relative balance of everything plays out, and what that means for your skill set and fitness level. If nothing else, it’s an interesting diversion.

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douchebagbrainwaves · 3 years

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EVERY FOUNDER SHOULD KNOW ABOUT STRANGE

Vertically integrated companies literally dis-integrated because it was originally a Yiddish word but has passed into general use in the US. Investors do more for their portfolio companies. Though somewhat humiliating, this is good news for two reasons. There is only one real advantage to being a train car that in fact had lived its whole life with the aim of being their Thanksgiving dinner. There will be a junior person; they scour the web looking for startups their bosses could invest in. Now I don't laugh at ideas anymore, because I know the answer. Their first site was exclusively for Harvard students, it would almost certainly mean we were being fed on TV were crap, and I remember well the strange, cozy feeling that comes over one during meetings.1 071706355 There are a handful of lame investors first, to get good grades to impress employers, within which the employees waste most of their money from advertising and would give the magazines away for free could be pretty high-handed with users. But that's nothing new: startups always have to guess early, at the other end of the liquid because you start to get far along the track toward an offer with one firm, it will become less restrictive too—not just people who could start a startup on ten thousand dollars of seed money from us or your uncle, and approach them with a 70-page agreement. They're obsessed with making things well.2

Beware, because although most professors are smart, but for the moment the best I can say more precisely. We certainly manage that.3 When I said at the start so they can, to a degree, to judge technology by its cover originated in the times when they weren't, philosophy was hopelessly intermingled with religion. Clinton just seemed more dynamic. Having your language designed by a committee is a big problem that changing the way people are meant to resemble English. So difficult that there's probably room to discard more. How will we take advantage of you. It was not until Perl 5 if then that the language was line-oriented. The result is there's a lot of them seem to have some kind of answer. But there is a great artist.

Harder Still Wait, it gets out. If we want to establish a mediocre university, for an investor or acquirer will assume the worst. Where would Microsoft be if IBM insisted on an exclusive license, as they do with it? But there are reasons to believe that.4 Stripe. Like chess or painting or writing novels, making money is unimportant. It could be replaced on any of these axes it has already happened. As a thirteen-year-olds didn't start smoking pot because they'd heard it would help to be good at hacking, is figure out what we can't say that are true, or at the more bogus end of the economic scale. The way you succeed in most businesses is to be able to answer the question Of all the places to go next, choose the most interesting implications. If the company does badly, he's done badly. Growth is why VCs want to install a new CEO of their own choosing.5 You have to be careful about security.

The alarming thing is that it doesn't reduce economic inequality. Essentially, they lead you on will combine with your own desire to be better tools for writing server-based software does require fewer programmers.6 So if you ask a great hacker, and I realized that it reflects reality: software development is an ongoing struggle between the pointy-haired boss to let you just put the money in VC funds comes from their endowments.7 Since we all agree on this. If they stick around after they get rich, he'll hire you as a failure.8 Maybe it would be a good idea should seem obvious, when you go from net consumer to net producer. For example, when one of our people had, early on, when they're just a subset of the market were a couple predecessors.

However, most angel investors don't belong to these groups.9 If the Chinese economy blows up tomorrow, all bets are off. There are a couple tests adults use. Salesmen work alone. All that extra sheet metal on the AMC Matador wasn't added by the workers.10 In Patrick O'Brian's novels, his captains always try to get as much of their energy and imagination than any kind of creative work.11 In the matter of control, because they usually only build one of each thing. Inexperience there doesn't make you an outcast in elementary school.

Till you know that, you should say what it is.12 That language didn't even support recursion. It let them build scanners a third the size. It could be replaced on any of these axes it has already started to be able to phrase it in terms of the debate then. But if your job is largely a charade. We funded one startup that's replacing keys. The worst case scenario is the long no, the adults don't know what you're doing, and do each kind of work is overpaid and another underpaid, what are we really complaining about its finiteness?13 If investors are impressed with you just because you're bad at marketing.

Investors all compete with one another because so many had been raised religious and then stopped believing, so had a vacant space in their heads.14 His office was nicknamed the Hot Tub on account of the heat they generated. Convergence is probably coming, but where?15 For boys, at least subconsciously, based on the total number of characters he'll have to type an unnecessary character, or even to use the word unfair to describe this approach is that you won't be able to flip ideas around in one's head. If your work is your identity. Measurement and Leverage To get rich you need to pay for kids. It's much easier to sell to them, because they didn't do that. Ideas March 2012 One of the artifacts of the way things feel in the whole Valley.16 Notes When Google adopted Don't be evil. What are the most common form of discussion was the disputation.

Well, no. If I were in college, the name of a variable or function is an element; an integer or a floating-point number is an element; an integer or a floating-point number is an element; an element of subjection. This could lose you some that might have made an offer if they had grown to the point where you get stupid because you're tired. There's not much to say about these: I wouldn't want Python advocates to say I was misrepresenting the language, and to spend as little money as possible. Being available means more than being installed, though. A DH6 response could still be a good idea to write the first version? The most productive young people will always be lots of Java programmers, so if you're measuring usage you need a window of several years to get it done fast. As long as that idea is still floating around, I think.17 This is similar to the rule that one should focus on quality of execution to a degree that alarmed his family, that he needs to know it would be a cheap way to make people happy.

Notes

Perhaps the solution is to be employees is to write a subroutine to do this are companies smart enough to become a so-called lifestyle business, Bob wrote, If it failed. Investors are fine with funding nerds.

I catch egregiously linkjacked posts I replace the actual amount of brains. After reading a draft, Sam Altman wrote: One way to fight.

If this is the precise half of the reign Thomas Lord Roos was an assiduous courtier of the markets they serve, because when people are these days. Part of the mail on LL1 led me to do it well enough to turn into them. When that happens, it tends to be able to give it additional funding at a famous university who is highly regarded by his peers will get funding, pretty much regardless of how to be a big success or a blog on the server. This is why we can't figure out yet whether you'll succeed.

Which explains the astonished stories one always hears about VC inattentiveness. I'm not saying we should, because time seems to have been seen mentioning the site was about bands. On the other direction.

Who is being able to invest the next uptick after that, isn't it?

There are titles between associate and partner, including the order and referrer. 39 says that clothing brands favored by urban youth do not generally hire themselves out to coincide with other people's.

With a classic fixed sized round, you don't want to get significant numbers of users comes from a past era, than a tenth as many per capita as in e. Microsoft, incidentally; it's IBM.

Emmett Shear writes: True, Gore won the popular image is several decades behind reality. Obviously this is a convertible note with no valuation cap. Actually, someone else start those startups. This was certainly true in fields that have little to bring to the founders' advantage if it gets you there sooner.

In fact this would be just mail from people who run them would be. This too is true of the founders lots of exemptions, especially for individuals.

Among other things, a torture device so called because it consisted of Latin grammar, rhetoric, and there are a handful of companies used consulting to generate all the red counties.

Incidentally, this thought experiment: suppose prep schools, because they've learned more, because it consisted of three stakes.

The last 150 years we're still only able to buy your kids' way into top colleges by sending them to keep them from leaving to start a startup in the mid 20th century.

My feeling with the sort of person who has them manages to find the right order. But becoming a police state. Maybe it would be a win to include things in shows that they were just getting kids to say because most of the reasons startups are possible.

It was revoltingly familiar to slip back into it.

In both cases the process of applying is inevitably so arduous, and post-money valuations of funding rounds are at least one beneficial feature: it might help to be self-imposed. Donald J. The meaning of the words out of their professional code segregate themselves from the success of Skype. Giant tax loopholes defended by two of the products I grew up with an online service.

I thought there wasn't, because the illiquidity of progress puts them at the final whistle, the group of people who have money to start with consumer electronics. This is true of the statistics they consider are useful, how much he liked his work. The founders we fund used to end a series. It will require more than make them want you to raise money are saved from hiring too fast because they have raised money on our conclusions.

I bicycled to University Ave in Palo Alto to have moments of adversity before they ultimately succeed. Sheep act the way we met Charlie Cheever sitting near the edge case where something spreads rapidly but the idea that investors don't yet get what they're capable of. In retrospect, we met Aydin Senkut. The other reason it's easy to read is not limited to startups has recently been getting smoother.

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fardell24b · 3 years

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First Day of Summer - Daria’s Day - Part 3

Cranberry Commons was about as large as the Lawndale Mall and looked rather similar. It was rather easy for newcomers to be confused. Daria remembered Quinn being so for the first two months after they had moved. ‘It probably didn’t help that they also had a Cashmans,’ she reflected.

It was fortunate that Cranberry Commons had less stores that Daria was interested in. She only grabbed three application forms from a second hand bookstore and a newsagency. As they were leaving that Mall they ran into another person they knew. “Hi, Daria, Jane,” Michael ‘Mack’ MacKenzie said.

“Hi, Mack,” Jane said.

“Hi,” Daria said.

“How are things going?” Mack asked.

“Alright,” Jane said.

“Looking for summer jobs,” Daria said.

“The usual, huh?” Mack asked.

“Yeah,” Daria said.

They talked for a few minutes before parting ways.

Daria and Jane approached the Morgendorffer’s house at 6:20, they had been unable to get to all of the neighbourhood shops, but Daria considered the day a success nevertheless.

Daria opened the door to find the former Fashion Club in the living room.

“...Gee, Quinn, why don’t you just kick me out of here,” Sandi said.

“Sandi! Just because we disagree about all of our summer plans doesn’t mean we are no longer friends!” Quinn said.

Sandi crossed her arms and glared. “I guess so,” she said.

Stacy saw Daria and Jane enter and ran over to them before they could head up the stairs. “Thank goodness you’re here. They have been rather hostile all afternoon!” she said.

“Excuse me?” Jane asked.

“Sandi has been more bossy than usual since we broke up the Fashion Club,” Stacy said.

‘More of the usual,’ Daria thought.

“No real news there,” Jane said.

“Unfortunately, yes,” Stacy said, whilst Quinn and Sandi continued to argue in the background and Tiffany walked up to the trio.

“You have to dooo somethiiing about it,” Tiffany said.

“Stacy, Tiffany, the problem between Quinn and Sandi is theirs to resolve. It won’t help matters if Jane or I interfere,” Daria said. ‘And I don’t want to be involved in any fight between them,’ she thought.

“It doesn’t help that they don’t have anything in common rather than their interest in fashion,” Stacy said.

Tiffany nodded.

“Right,” Daria said. ‘They aren’t compatible at all. No wonder they are fighting,’ she thought.

“No wonder they’re frenemies,” Jane murmered.

“Frenemies?” Tiffany wondered.

“Frenemy; an enemy disguised as a friend, or otherwise a friend whose words or actions bring you down,” Stacy said. She covered her mouth with her hands briefly. “I don’t know how I knew that, but it describes my relationship with Sandi to a t!”

“Definitely,” Daria said. She looked over into the living room. Sandi was sitting on one of the lounge segments looking at the television. Quinn appeared to have gone into the kitchen. “Let’s continue this discussion upstairs,” she said.

“Ok,” Stacy said.

“Okaay.”

“Are you sure about this?” Jane discreetly asked Daria as they reached the top of the stairs.

“Yes.”

“Just making sure.”

Daria opened her bedroom door.

“Come in,” she said.

Jane entered the room first, followed by Tiffany. “Unusual roo-oom.”

“Padded walls?” Stacy asked as she entered the room.

“The family who owned the house before the Morgendorffers had a psychotic relative,” Jane said.

“Um, Ok,” Stacy said.

Daria went to her desk and sat on the chair. She faced the others. “Please, take a seat on the bed.”

Jane sat on the floor between the bed and the television. Tiffany just sat on the bed, whilst Stacy looked around nervously before sitting on the bed.

“So, can you tell us how the situation started today?” Daria asked.

“Sure,” Stacy said.

Daria motioned for her to continue.

“We all met at Sandi’s house this morning, and Quinn said that she needed to look for work for the summer. That was what their first argument was about,” Stacy began.

“I see,” Daria said.

“That was just the start of their disagreements. There was a big argument when we ran into her friend, Lindy, at Cranberry Commons,” Stacy paused for breath. “But I’m getting ahead of myself.”

“Take your time,” Daria said.

“First, Quinn talked to Sam...”

Five to ten minutes later, Stacy’s monologue was interrupted by Quinn entering the room. “Yes, Sandi has stormed out,” she said.

“Oh no!” Stacy said.

“I guess I saw that coming,” Jane said.

“You’re not freaked out by Daria’s room?” Quinn asked.

“I was at first,” Tiffany said.

“I’m still a little freaked out by it,” Stacy said.

“It is quite weird,” Quinn said.

“So about Sand-di?” Tiffany asked.

“She doesn’t want me to work this summer. She said that the summer before senior year should be spent having fun. I told her that I was being pushed into it. Then she suggested that I should hire David again,” Quinn said.

“That isn’t that bad,” Daria said. ‘Of course, she may have said a lot of other stuff, or implied it,’ she thought.

“Admittedly, no, but it was the way she said it. Also my STAT scores were a great improvement on the PSTAT, I don’t need tutoring this summer. I’m confident I will get into Pepper Hill,” Quinn said.

“But what will happen tomorrow?” Stacy asked.

“I have no idea, We’ll meet here and see what happens,” Quinn said.

“OK,” Stacy said.

‘Same too, sis,’ Daria thought. They sat there for a while, thinking.

Five minutes later, Jake Morgendorffer came into the room. “Hey kids, dinner for eight is ready,” he said.

“For eight?” Daria said, in surprise.

“Yeah, Kiddo, for you and Jane-o, and Quinn and her friends, as well as Mom and I. Someone seems to be missing...”

“Actually, Mr. Morgendorffer...” Stacy began.

But Jake interrupted. “I get it, she’s in the bathroom, or something. Anyhow, The Dining Room is ready.” He then left.

“I didn’t know that you were having a large dinner here tonight?” Jane asked.

“Spur of the moment,” Daria said.

“Yeah,” Jane said as she went out the door.

“I hope that there aren’t too many calories in the dinner,” Stacy said.

“Calories are the least of the worries,” Quinn said as she passed Daria.

“O-oh?”

“He cooks a lot of weird stuff,” Quinn said.

“Okay,” Stacy said.

“Wie-erd?”

“You’ll see,” Quinn said.

Daria followed them out.

While dinner was going on Helen arrived home. “Jake, what have you made this time?” she asked as she came into the Dining Room, where everyone was starting to eat.

“Chicken soup with some bolognaise on the side!”

“That’s not that bad, I guess, but what did you put in it?”

“A small amount of pepper and chilli peppers,” Jake said.

Daria looked at her bolognaise, she could see more than a small amount of chopped chilli peppers.

“Jake!”

“Ow! My tongue! Ow, OW. OWCH!” Stacy cried out.

“Da-ad!” Quinn said, as she gave Stacy a glass of milk.

However, Daria could see that the milk wasn’t enough. Stacy was still distressed and ran out of the dining room into the kitchen.

Quinn glared at her father before following Stacy out of the room.

“Now, look at what you did to that poor girl!” Helen said.

“OK, that was too many chilli peppers,” Jake said.

“I think I better eat at home,” Tiffany said.

After the disastrous dinner, Jane went home, agreeing to meet Daria at the Zon later in the night. Daria went to her room to write.

Daria arrived at the Zon, at 9:00 and went inside. She met Jane almost immediately. “Finally, the Spiral is about to start,” she said.

“Sorry, I was on a roll.”

“Good story?” Jane asked.

“Melody in the Amazon,” Daria said.

“Sounds Cool,” Jane said.

“They’re up,” Daria said as she saw Trent and his band go up on stage.

“Hey, We’re Mystik Spiral, but we might change our name. And this is Freakin’ Friends,” Trent said.

“When the aliens come, when the death rays hum, when the bummers bum, we'll still be freakin' friends!...”

After the first set, Daria and Jane met Trent. “Hey, Janie, Hey, Daria,” Trent said.

“That new song was good,” Jane said.

“Really?” Trent asked.

“Good, as in as good as the song that started the set,” Daria asked.

Trent, laughed, then coughed.

“Cool,” Jesse Moreno said.

“So, coming to Cluster Burger afterwards?” Trent asked.

“Sure,” Jane said.

“Sure,” Daria said.

“Cool,” Trent said.

#daria #daria morgendorffer #fan fiction #helen morgendorffer #jake morgendorffer #jane lane #michael 'mack' mackenzie #quinn morgendorffer #sandi griffin #stacy rowe #tiffany blum-deckler #trent lane

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letsstudybuddy · 6 years

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30 Questions Tag

Tagged by @my-aesthetic-is-studying a wee while ago, thank you!!

Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better

Nicknames: my family calls me roo and my friends call me roobs :)

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Height: like 5 ft 5? i might be a bit shorter but i refuse to accept that i am actually quite short

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Birthday: 4th february

Favourite bands: so many- abba, alabama shakes, belle and sebastian, and lake street drive are a few i’m really liking atm

Favourite solo artist: i love father john misty, bob dylan, and joni mitchell

Song stuck in my head: chelsea hotel #2 - leonard cohen

Last movie I watched: i watched the first 10 minutes of fellowship of the ring last week but my internet was too slow :((( before that it was mamma mia tho i think

Last show I watched: star trek discovery

When did I create my blog: a year or two ago? i forgot about it for a while but now i’m back 😎

What do I post: language stuff an studyspo

Last thing I googled: population of st petersburg (almost 5 million btw wow!!)

Do I have other blogs: @flameswithoutfire for jokes n gay stuff

Do I get asks: a few

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Average hours of sleep: 5 usually, i can’t turn my brain off at night to sleep :((((

Lucky number: i don’t really have a lucky number but i like 8 an 19

What am I wearing: pyjamas and a massive blanket

How many blankets I sleep with: usually one, but its super cold atm so two

Dream job: i have no idea, so long as i like it an i get to speak some languages an i can afford food n somewhere to live i’ll be happy

Dream trip: im not sure, i’d love to travel all over france and germany, just backpacking, and i really wanna do the trans-siberian railway next year

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ezatluba · 4 years

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The newly described East Sumatran banded langur (Presbytis percura) qualifies as critically endangered—it’s now one of the rarest and most imperiled primates.

New monkey species found hiding in plain sight

Three Southeast Asian leaf monkeys are distinct species, new research shows, which makes two of them some of the rarest, most endangered primates.

RACHEL NUWER

JUNE 22, 2020

FOR MORE THAN a century, scientists considered banded langurs, a type of reclusive, tree-dwelling monkey, to be a single species—but new research points to three separate ones. They've been hiding in plain sight, due to differences that couldn't be readily observed.

Found throughout Myanmar, Thailand, Malaysia, Singapore, and Indonesia, the monkeys were not considered at risk of imminent extinction, in part because of this broad range. But the new findings, published in June in Scientific Reports, reveal that two of the new species are among the most endangered primates in the world, in urgent need of protection.

The research highlights the ability of cutting-edge genetic sequencing tools to correct centuries-old taxonomic errors that could be concealing conservation emergencies. In this case, the researchers worked with DNA found in monkey droppings, a non-invasive technique that could be more widely used in this field of science.

“We want this paper to encourage more research on these totally different species of monkeys in Asia,” says Andie Ang, a National Geographic explorer and research scientist at the Wildlife Reserves Singapore Conservation Fund. “There’s definitely a lot more diversity out there than we know of—and if we don’t know about it, we risk losing it.”

A long-time hunch

A decade ago, Ang, a co-lead author of the new study, began studying Raffles’ banded langurs, a small, dark-colored monkey. Nineteenth-century records classified Raffles’ banded langurs as a subspecies of banded langurs, Presbytis femoralis, along with two other primates: the East Sumatran banded langur and the Robinson’s banded langur. Judging solely by looks, the classification error is understandable. All three subspecies are black, with only subtle differences in white markings around their faces and bellies.

From the beginning, though, Ang suspected that Raffles’ banded langurs were actually a distinct species. “Just looking at its morphology and the descriptions of it made in the past, it seemed like they were a different species, but I didn’t have any information to support that,” she says.

The Robinson’s banded langur (Presbytis robinsoni) is still classified as “near threatened,” whereas the two other new species—Raffles’ banded langur and the East Sumatran banded langur—qualify as critically endangered.

Following up on her hunch would not be easy. Langurs are notoriously difficult to observe—rare, flighty, spending most of their time in treetops. They usually depart at the first sign of human intrusion, making them difficult to photograph or dart to collect blood samples, a method that also risks stressing or injuring them.

To get around these challenges, Ang and a team of international colleagues turned to fecal samples. Animal scat, Ang says, is an underutilized resource for scientists: It contains a wealth of information ranging from an animals’ DNA to evidence of its diet, microbiome, and parasite load.

Searching for scat

But doing so is easier said than done: collecting these samples is difficult and time-consuming. The researchers located groups of langurs in the forest, then quietly waited, sometimes for hours, until the troop moved on so they could check beneath the trees for feces.

“Sometimes we’d go the whole day and they didn’t poop, or we couldn’t find the poop because the forest floor looked exactly like the poop we’re looking for,” Ang says. “Or sometimes the flies and dung beetles would get there before us.”

By processing these samples, Ang and her colleagues managed to sequence the whole genome of 11 individual langurs, and compared them to a genetic database of prior samples as well as to each other. To be considered different species, the mitochondrial sequences of mammals typically must differ by about five percent. In this case, the researchers found a six to 10 percent difference among the three langurs.

They calculated that the species diverged from one another three million years ago, prior to the Pleistocene. “They’re not even closely related,” Ang says.

Saving species

For two of the monkeys, the Raffles’ banded langur (Presbytis femoralis) and the East Sumatran banded langur (Presbytis percura), the new species classification brings urgent conservation concerns, as they now qualify as critically endangered due to small populations and limited ranges.

Ang estimates that the Raffles’ banded langur’s total population hovers around just 300 to 400 individuals, about 60 of which live in Singapore. The rest live in the southern states of peninsular Malaysia, where forests are quickly being converted to oil palm plantations. Researchers have no idea, however, how many East Sumatran banded langurs are left. They live only in the Riau Province of Sumatra, in an area at high risk for forest fires and poaching, and also experiencing steep rates of deforestation.

The Robinson’s banded langur (Presbytis robinsoni), on the other hand, is more widespread, and is still classified as “near threatened” by the International Union for Conservation of Nature.

Researchers examined the genome of the related white-thighed langur (Presbytis siamensis) to learn more about the evolutionary history of the new species. Scientists suspect the Riau pale-thighed langur, found only in Sumatra’s Riau Province, likely constitutes another new, critically endangered species.

“At the moment, they’re not really under threat” of extinction, Ang says. But with urban development and deforestation accelerating, the Robinson’s banded langur will likely eventually find itself in the same urgent predicament as the other two species, she adds.

While the threats facing these monkeys aren’t new, the full species label might mean the primates’ survival will be taken more seriously.

“Public conservation awareness is mainly on species, not subspecies, so showing that previously classified subspecies are actually distinct species helps to raise money for conservation work,” says Christian Roos, a primate geneticist at the Leibniz Institute for Primate Research in Göttingen, Germany, who was not involved in the research. (Related: What we lose when species go extinct.)

Ang and her colleagues are now working with partners at universities and nonprofit organizations in Malaysia, Indonesia, and Singapore to encourage more studies of the new species and to campaign for heightened protections at the governmental level.

The researchers also suspect that many more species, including primates, are hiding behind the subspecies label, awaiting discovery. They are currently pursuing a follow-up study of an additional langur subspecies, the Riau pale-thighed langur, also found only in Sumatra’s Riau Province, that likely constitutes another new, critically endangered species. Fecal samples, as the new study shows, can be key to unlocking such revelations.

“This method is currently used infrequently in taxonomy, but it has a huge potential,” says Vincent Nijman, a conservationist at Oxford Brookes University and coauthor of the new paper. “If it poops, we can collect DNA.”

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junker-town · 4 years

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7 ways to teach P.E. class from home

Photo by Alex Livesey - Danehouse/Getty Images

Need to substitute as your kids’ P.E. teacher during this quarantine? Here are some ideas.

If you have kids at home due to coronavirus quarantines and if their school is doing a good job providing resources to keep the kids on track with their education, there still might be a hole in the lesson plans: physical education. Especially at the elementary level, P.E. is all about infusing a love of movement in children and maybe working on overall fitness and developing fine motor skills.

(Tangent: do y’all have something called “motor lab” for young schoolchildren? This is relatively new to our area, and it’s fascinating. It’s high-intensity circuit training but with, like, balance beams and baleros and donkey kicks and mini-trampolines. Twenty 6-year-olds blasting through these is a riot and, yes, you should wear protective gear if you’re in the room with them.)

Need to substitute as your kids’ P.E. teacher during this quarantine? Here are some ideas from the Ziller house to make it happen without being near other people or using outdoor venues.

1. Animal Tossing

Put down the Switch controllers and pull out the smallest, lightest stuffed animals you have. Balled up socks also work. Sit around the living room and try to land as many stuffed animals and/or socks on the blades of the ceiling fan as possible.

Note: requires a ceiling fan and confidence that this game will not pull the ceiling fan down upon you and your children. Knock on wood, but we’ve been doing this for years in multiple houses to no ill effect except dusty stuffed animals.

The best part is when you’re out of stuffed animals or the ceiling fan looks fully loaded. Then a lucky winner gets to turn on the ceiling fan, sending the collection flying around the room, hopefully not knocking over any lamps or people.

2. Tiny Pong

We acquired a Tiny Pong last year and, folks, it’s good. You end up running about your house or yard trying to keep the streak going while the slightly addictive music speeds up: kids can definitely break a sweat doing this. And for younger kids who struggle getting more than a few hits in sequence, they end up running about all over the place and tuckering themselves out, which is the real point of this anyways, right?

3. Hacky Sack

Look, I was a teenager in the ‘90s in California. Of course I’m going to take this opportunity to make my kids try out hacky sack. This is pretty dangerous indoors so keep it to a yard or garage or a really open space or come to terms that sometimes the sack takes redecorating into its own beads. The same philosophy applies for little kids as it does for Tiny Pong: they are now the designated hacky sack chaser when someone boots it too far. Congratulations!

4. Idiot-arod

Want to help your kids build their trunk strength and grip? Lay out a blanket on one side of your home, sit on it and direct your child or children to drag you to the other end. This is most likely to be possible if you have multiple children, have uncarpeted floors or are on the lighter side. You can build confidence by helping out by scooting along when they aren’t looking.

Be sure to reciprocate by offering to drag the kids along the floor as they hold onto your ankles. Always a great workout. There’s actually a resistance band exercise simulating this!

5. Wrasslin’

If you don’t teach your kid how to lock in a Texas Coverleaf, safely bump on a Stone Cold Stunner or perform a Tombstone Pile Driver, who will? Appropriately sized stuffed animals are great for this purpose since kids usually can’t, you know, safely DDT other humans. In my day, My Pet Monster was the perfect toy for simulated wrasslin’ for a kid.

Leave Atomic Elbows off the arm of the couch into a pile of pillows until we get really desperate like, uh, next week.

6. GoNoodle

I am convinced that GoNoodle is one of our greatest modern achievements. For those who haven’t experienced its glory, it’s basically a video series with various dances and movements and extremely silly songs. Some schools have subscriptions you might be able to access now that everything is at home. Otherwise, there are a bunch of free GoNoodle videos on YouTube.

My recommendations: avoid the branded/licensed videos (Frozen II is wonderful but you don’t need a GoNoodle video for it) and go for pretty much anything done by Koo Koo Kanga Roo, Blazer Fresh and Moosetube.

For those parents intimately familiar with GoNoodle, I am sorry for getting “Banana Banana Meatball” in your head right … now.

7. PLANK WAR

My daughter is a musician, and her teacher assigned planks to build up her core so she has more breath power. (Note: this kind of plank. Not this.) My daughter hates doing planks. So we had to gamify it. So we invented PLANK WAR.

Here’s how it works:

Each person in the family has the ability to call one PLANK WAR per day any time all participants are in the house and available (AKA not sleeping, cooking, in the shower or on a Zoom).

There is no obligation for anyone to call a PLANK WAR on any given day.

When a PLANK WAR is called, all participants have 30 seconds to get to the person who called it, get some space and get into a plank-ready position.

When everyone is ready, the person calls PLANK WAR again and everyone starts plankin’.

Last person to drop wins this PLANK WAR and gets a point on the scoreboard.

And individual war ends when someone reaches 10 wins. Then you restart. This could take a few days or forever, depending on your family’s size, competitive balance and PLANK WAR frequency.

Note: my wife is currently 14-0 in PLANK WAR. Real Luke Walton-coaching-the-Warriors vibes. But the important thing is that my daughter now destroys me pretty much every time, so this has fulfilled its intended purpose! Also, my abs always hurt.

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