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soyouthinkucanwrite · 3 years

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July 2nd - Daniel Ricciardo

Based on New Year's Day by Taylor Swift and this request by @spikejonzed

Fluffly, mentions of sex, banter, nothing graphic.

BTW, I don't know how I've never paid attention to this song, it's so so beautiful and honest. I've thought about this concept before though: the "Sunday afternoon effect", when all the excitement of the weekend wears off and you're just hanging out with your friends, laughing about silly stuff, or cleaning up the house after the party. The thing is, the friends that stay till then are the ones you wanna hold on to, and the same goes for lovers. I feel kind of bad... well not BAD but you know, must be hard... when you're famous and rich, to recognize the good ones from the beginning before you give yourself too much away and it's too late.

To be honest with you guys, I think Daniel must feel a bit lonely sometimes. We all do, but to think that people are only interested in you for your fame and money must be tough... something you worked so hard, that you keep dedicating your life to, to think that that thing is the reason for your heartbreak, to your loneliness... It's a two-edged sword, isn't it? Anyway, I wrote this little something with Daniel in mind, hope you guys like it. Hope he finds someone to be like this someday. Hell, hope I find someone to be like this someday. I think everyone deserves that.

Daniel woke up in his bed, no shoes, but jeans and party shirt still on. The light coming through the windows, shining directly on his face, threatening to make his headache even worse. He let out a groan and turned to the side. There's someone on his bed with him. Shit. He just remembered. Last night was the first time he was introducing (y/n) to his friends. His birthday "small get together" (or at least that's what it was supposed to be) was the perfect opportunity for testing the waters and giving the "next step" without making too much fuss about it, after all, they've only been going out for a couple months and with his tight schedule it meant a lot of facetime calls and weekends, but almost no weekdays and routine stuff.

Yet, he was absolutely smitten with her, she was fun and easygoing, passionate about her own work and friends, but still caring and interested in him. They had amazing chemistry, mind-blowing even. But Daniel had lived enough to know that hanging out with someone on the weekends and knowing their best side was one thing, living through daily and mundane stuff was a completely different thing. Where this could go was still a mystery to him and he didn't want to raise too many expectations before he was sure. Still, she looked so beautiful sleeping, a true vision. He tried to remember if something had happened last night, but judging by his clothes still on, and hers as well, he guessed not. As if on cue, she smiled, with her eyes still closed.

"Stop being creepy" she said smiling. "I can feel you watching me sleep"

"You're not even asleep anymore" he smiled and she opened her eyes. He was taken back by her eyes staring directly into his.

"Still creepy though" she laughed, getting closer to him. He held her and they stayed like that for a while.

"Are you ok?" he asked her.

"What do you mean?

"Aren't you hungover, or sick?" he asked again and she laughed.

"Not at all. I have this really weird superpower, you know, I don't get hungover. Ever, actually" she laughed.

"I don't believe you. I have the headache"

"No, it's true. We did drink a lot yesterday, though" she commented.

"Yeah, well, welcome to having Australian friends. No such thing as light drinking with those guys" he laughed but grimaced at the pain in his brain.

"I'll get you something"

"Huh?"

"For the pain" she explained getting up from the bed.

After a while she returned with a pill and a glass of water, passing them to him.

"Thank you, baby" he took the glass, finishing it. "Come back to bed now"

"Your house... like, I'm not even sure if I should tell you to take a look or just pack your essentials and abandon it" she smiled.

"Uhh" he groaned. "I'll call someone later"

"Like a constructor with a wrecking ball?" she laughed.

"It can't be that bad"

"It's bad" she started. "But we can manage it" He looked at her intrigued. "After a shower" she pulled his hand. "Join me?"

"If I ever say no to that question, just put me in an asylum" he said. "I need a kiss though, as motivation" he smirked.

"Noo... I have morning breath"

"What? Me too" he said pulling her down and kissing her anyway. "Uh, no. You're right. Yours is worst" he said laughing while getting up and walking into the bathroom.

"Asshole!" she laughed following him.

They stripped and got into the shower, taking turns in letting the water run through their bodies.

"Come here" Daniel said, putting some body wash in his hands and spreading them over (y/n) body.

"Hum... this feels nice" she said.

"You're so beautiful" he said kissing her shoulder.

"You're so wasted" she laughed lightly.

"Hey! I'm sober. I'm just too tired. Give me a couple hours to recover, and I'll claim my birthday privileges"

"Birthday privileges? It's not even your birthday anymore" she laughed.

"Okay, but first, it's the weekend of, and second, I didn't get any time alone with you yesterday"

"Fair. And what will be your requests, may I ask?" she asked teasingly.

"Humm... you're so creative" he said kissing her. "I'm sure we'll think of something"

They finished the shower after a while, enjoying each other's company and the comfortable silence.

"Did anyone crashed here?" (y/n) asked when they were stepping out of the shower.

"I have no idea" Daniel answered. "I just remembered going to take a nap and waking up this morning. Shit, we didn't... did we?" (y/n) laughed out loud at that.

"Wow! Really, Dan?"

"We did not. I would've remembered"

"Good save. Such a gentleman" she laughed.

"I drank way too much. Sorry. Don't be mad"

"It's fine. I'm messing with you, I don't remember anything either. To be honest, I don't even remember joining you on your 'nap'" she said making air quotes.

"We're the worst hosts" he said getting out of the bathroom and going into the closet to get some clothes.

(y/n)'s heart swelled at the thought of hosting a party with Daniel. There was something so intimate about that statement, so homey.

"You want a shirt?" Daniel asked from the other room, waking her up from her daydream.

"Yeah, sure" she took the shirt, some underwear, and some sweats. Then brushed her wet hair and looked in the mirror. Not a trace of makeup left. She sighed thinking about how falling into a routine with Daniel meant letting the barriers down.

"Alright, snap out of it" she said to herself, getting out of the bathroom and walking outside, to the living room where Daniel was standing rubbing his neck and looking around.

"This is bad" he said when he saw her joining him. There were empty beer bottles and cups all around the living room and balcony, pizza boxes (with half-eaten slices left behind) in the coffee table, party decorations hanging from the ceiling, and the kitchen was even worse, with liquid spilled on the ground and bottles everywhere. There was glitter all over the floor and the couch - someone had brought some of those party poppers, which looked so much fun yesterday, but no so much now. But the best part was the polaroids, left all over the house with the craziest poses.

"Pack your stuff, we're deserting this goddam hellhole" he said and she knew he was joking, he said that about everywhere, but she still shook her head and rolled her eyes, picking a polaroid photo from the ground.

"Everyone had so much fun" she showed it to him. "I loved meeting your friends"

He took the photo from her hand, it was one where (y/n) was sitting on the couch with two of his buddies from Australia, making funny faces while holding cups. He remembered the moment because he was the one who took the photo.

"How's the headache?" she asked him.

"Almost gone"

"Good. So you don't have an excuse. Move your ass, where are the trash bags?" she laughed going into the kitchen.

"Hey! That was very sneak of you" he laughed but followed her anyway.

They spent the next hour collecting bottles, vacuuming glitter, and just cleaning the whole house. Daniel complained the whole time, but in truth, he was very glad to have her there. Sure, he could just ignore the whole mess and hire someone on Monday to clean everything (he probably would still do that anyway, for the heavy cleaning like bathrooms), but it was really nice of her to just stick around, seeming unbothered by the housework. When she finished tying the last trash bag and putting it on the entry hallway she flopped on the couch besides Daniel, who had called it a day some good 10 minutes ago.

"Done?" he asked her.

"I feel like punching you for asking me that" she answered playing annoyed. He lifted his hand in defense.

"What? I did my part!"

"Men" she shook her head. "I'm surprised you haven't complained about being hungry yet"

"Well, I'm starving! Was just waiting to suggest going out, or ordering in"

"Ordering in, please. I don't want to get off this couch any time soon"

Daniel got his phone out to order some food. It was almost noon, so he thought about something like pasta, some carbs would be nice right now. Then he felt (y/n)'s head drop on his shoulder, her hand caressing his arm. It was such a sweet gesture, so understated, he just stopped what he was doing and looked at her.

"What?" she looked at him.

"I'm really glad you're here. Thank you"

"It's nothing" she smiled.

"I don't mean the cleaning. Well, that too. But just, thank you for being you and wanting to hang out with me, you know, after the party"

"I'll always wanna hang out with you, partying or cleaning bottles" she said and leaned in to kiss him. "Happy birthday old man" this made him smile through the kiss.

"Thank you, young lady" he said still smiling. "Let's feed you now, yeah?"

"Please! Let's get some carbs on this house!" she smile.

"Hey, guys!" (y/n) and Daniel looked up to see Luke, one of Daniel's buddies walking out of the guest bedroom.

"Dude! I didn't know you were here" Daniel laughed.

"Yeah, just woke up. Definitely wasn't hiding in the bedroom waiting for the cleaning end to get out" he grinned making (y/n) and Daniel laugh.

"You know what? Just for that, you're going downstairs to pick up the food when it gets here, and taking out the trash!" (y/n) teased him, tossing a pillow from the couch at him.

Daniel just observed while his friend and his girlfriend joked and laughed. He thought about how right now he was enjoying a feeling of contempt that wasn't really natural or much appreciated by professional athletes, but this time felt right to indulge in it. He felt safe like someone's got him, finally. He took (y/n) hand on his and squeezed it three times, he knew this was already a good thing, something to last. She looked at him, she knew exactly what he meant.

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missymurphy1985 · 2 years

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The Drop Out (Cillian Murphy X fem!reader One Shot)

Warning: angst / fluff / smut

Requested? Yes @milfodyssey

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Scanning the milk and bread across the till, you could feel the stares. The glares. Their eyes looking you up and down. The girls you were serving were from your college, the year below you. You were in the final year of a nursing degree, hoping to become a midwife. Starting later in life than planned due to your seven year old son, born after you left high school. His father bailed as soon as he'd seen the positive pregnancy test. Fortunately for you, your parents were extremely supportive.

One of the girls held out her phone to her friend. Playing a clip from the latest series of Peaky Blinders.

"I heard he was dating some high school dropout with a kid," one of them giggled.

"Probably only with him for the money," the other sneered.

"He'd be better off with someone with half a brain."

"Yeah, I heard she works in a supermarket, clearly not intelligent enough for someone like him."

They glanced at you and giggled childishly as you felt your cheeks redden and your eyes water.

Your older sister just happened to be your supervisor and she overheard the whole thing.

"Time to leave girls, don't you think?" She glared down at them, a look of pure intimidation washing over her. They all smiled, nervously, and shuffled out of the store.

"Thanks Kate..."

"Ignore them - he's with you because he wants to be. Now go clock out - your shift ended half an hour ago, you need to go pick Jack up."

"Mum's picked him up, but I do need to go. Cillian's coming over later." Your face didn't light up like it normally did. And you didn't feel anything but a deep rooted sadness about the evening ahead.

You hadn't even bothered getting ready. Hair in a messy bun, no makeup, just jeans and a t-shirt. There was no point. Those girls words echoed around in your head, dragging your heart through a grinder and spitting it out the other side. It wasn't the first time you'd heard the sly comments. The laughs in the corridor at uni. The side glances in the supermarket. Jack was playing on his Xbox upstairs, and you knew what you were about to do would break his heart as much as your own, but what choice did you have?

The door knocked, and Jack raced down the stairs to open it, throwing himself at Cillian who laughed and spun him around like a merry go round. You couldn't help but smile. They got on so well, hitting it off almost instantly. Cillian didn't have kids of his own but he adored your boy, and was so good with him - regularly playing with him, taking him for a drive in his car letting him press all the buttons. Bringing him gifts. He'd even paid for Jack's latest school trip to the local coal mines, even though you'd already saved the money yourself. On paper, you were the luckiest, happiest girl in the world. In reality though... Jack ran back upstairs after Cillian promised him a rematch of FIFA after dinner, and came into the kitchen, instantly noticing a difference in the atmosphere.

"Hey... Is everything okay?" He asked, sitting opposite you at the table. You shook your head, and steadied yourself.

"Cill... We need to talk.."

"I think we do." He leaned back on the chair, his eyes looking for some kind of a clue. You'd been distant for a while now, with no indication to him what was wrong. He'd felt this conversation coming. You couldn't drag it out any longer than necessary, so you simply took a deep breath and came out with it.

"I don't think we should see each other anymore."

"Okay. Do I get to know why?" He was calm. Too calm. Why was he so calm?

"Because I can't."

"Can't, or won't?"

"Cillian..."

"Three reasons. Good reasons. If you can give me three good reasons why we should break it off, I'll agree with you."

"Because I'm too young for you."

"Age is irrelevant. You're an adult. Try again."

"Because I'm a single mother."

"You say 'single mother' like it's some kind of curse - it's one of the most important, valuable, important jobs in the world y/n, and Jack is a credit to that. To you. Try again."

"Because I'm just a stupid high school dropout."

"You finished high school a year late, so you could look after your son after his deadbeat father walked away. You graduate university this year and already have a job lined up in the local hospital."

You bit your lip to hide your emotion and looked to the floor. Choking back a sob.

"I asked for three good reasons. All of which are bullshit. Any chance of the truth now?"

"I'm not good enough for you."

"What?"

"You deserve someone on your level, someone intelligent and smart, someone.... Someone without... baggage."

He rubbed his eyes, and gave a deep sigh.

"Since when did you get to decide what I deserve?"

You cleared your throat and looked at him. Those deep, piercing blue eyes staring right into your soul.

"I've made my decision Cillian. It's over."

"Just like that, huh? I don't get a say in this?"

"No."

He chuckled, shaking his head. Standing up and pacing the kitchen, finally coming to a stop and leaning on the counter.

"Tell me you don't love me."

"What?"

"Look me in the eyes and truthfully tell me you don't love me."

You were stunned. Neither of you had brought the L word into your relationship yet, he caught you completely out of left field.

"I don't.. I..." You tried.

"How's it feel when you get a text from me? When you know I'll be coming over? When my name flashed on your phone screen? When I kiss you?" He was at your feet now, kneeling down, resting his hands on your knees.

"I won't beg you. I respect you too much for that. But I have to know you're ending this for the right reasons. For YOUR reasons - no one else's."

You couldn't answer him. All you could do was shake your head, and break his heart.

"I'm going to leave. I'm going to walk out of that door right now. If that's what YOU want." His voice cracked, your heart shattered.

You didn't answer. Again. Radio silence. He looked to the floor, and sighed, defeated. One more glance at you, that you didn't return. You closed your eyes, keeping your breathing as calm as possible and heard the front door slam.

He was gone.

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Two weeks had passed since he walked out of your house. Jack had barely spoken to you since, absolutely gutted that his playmate had been taken from him without warning.

You and your mum were sat in your living room talking about a date you were going on later that evening. You weren't sure whether to go or not. You'd knew him through work, he'd contacted you on Facebook after he saw the media reported on your break up with Cillian. The nasty Facebook comments on the Irish Sun's post had stung more than the sly stares and glances at the supermarket.

"He deserved better anyway."

"Clearly after his money."

"He just wanted a local fuck-buddy."

And worse, he hadn't contacted you. Complete silence. No texts, no calls, nothing.

"You realise you're the one who ended it, right?" You mum asked, folding her arms and leaning back on the sofa cushions. That look in her eyes that reminded you she could read you like an open book.

"Yes, mother, thank you. I'm going to get ready." You cut the conversation short, knowing exactly where she'd end up going with it.

Two hours later you were in the restaurant with Steven, who was regaling you with tales from the supermarket like they were the most exciting thing in the world. You weren't convinced stacking toilet rolls was as enthralling as he was making it out to be, but you humoured him as much as possible.

Once your dinners were finished, you excused yourself to use the bathroom. Again.

On your way out, your eyes to the floor, you felt a nudge in the corridor nearly knocking you into the wall.

"The hell?" You looked up and froze. A familiar pair of blue eyes looking right into yours.

"Hey."

"Cillian... What are you doing here?"

"I see..."

"Don't worry, I had no idea you were going to be here. Casting meeting in the private room upstairs. Came down for a Guinness, they don't have it in that function room bar. Easily the most mind numbing meeting I've ever been on."

"You're on a date?" He asked, glancing at Steven in one of the booths. He was engrossed in his phone, laughing at some stupid YouTube video. You nodded, looking to the floor.

"How's it going?" He asked, and you glanced up at him with a grimace. He chuckled, and leaned in a little closer.

"We could escape?" He grinned.

"Escape?"

"Yep. There's an exit through the back, no one would have a clue. What do you say?"

You contemplated the options, and very quickly agreed on the condition you could quickly leave some money behind the bar to cover your half of the tab. Once you'd paid, he took your hand and the two of you snuck out of the back like two schoolchildren playing hooky.

Once in his car, you glanced at each other and burst out laughing.

"I have to ask why, Cillian. After what I did?" You asked, once you'd stopped laughing.

"Because I've had time to think, and I understand why you did it. Yeah, I was hurt. But I hoped we could still be friends?"

"I thought you would never want to speak to me again."

"I thought about it. But I'm losing at FIFA to Jack and I need to claw back my dignity." You laughed again, and he started the car.

Ten minutes later, you were sat looking out at the ocean, the moonlight glistening over the waves.

"So how have you been?" You asked. Unsure if you wanted to hear the answer.

"Miserable. You?"

"Me too."

"I came here a lot after we broke up. Just to clear my head, you know?"

"Cillian I'm so sorry..."

"No I didn't say it for that. I said it because it made me realise just how much shit you were going through just for being with me. For what it's worth, I'm sorry."

"I wanted to be with you. I want to be with you. But no one else wants me to be with you."

He turned to you, taking your hand in his.

"Who's in this relationship y/n? You or them?"

You nodded. He was just telling you what you already knew, but couldn't quite come to terms with.

"So we've both been miserable apart then." He squeezed your hand, his fingers then tracing along yours gently. You enjoyed the feeling of his touch again, and your eyes met. Within a few seconds your lips met, a soft gentle kiss that you both felt deep in your souls, setting a fire within you that was inextinguishable.

The kiss soon became more heated, your hands roaming over each others cheeks, neck and hair. You felt like a teenager again, tearing at each others clothing, trying to get as much contact as possible.

With absolutely no care in the world, you found yourself pulling the lever on his chair and giggling as he gasped when it flew backwards. You climbed into his lap, his hands lifting your dress up as high as he could.

"Need you, and now..." You groaned, unzipping his jeans and sliding them down his thighs enough for his now rock hard cock to spring up between your legs. His fingers pulled your panties to one side, feeling the slick wetness pooling between your folds, dripping down onto his jeans.

Two fingers slid inside you, arching expertly to hit that sweet spot immediately, sending stars into your vision.

"Oh fuck, right there..."

"There?" He smirked, a hard press against it making you cry out.

"Are you sure?" He asked again, his fingers rutting with each syllable. You panted into his mouth as your foreheads rested together, his thumb circling over your clit.

"You gonna cum for me before you ride me?" You nodded, grinding your hips against his hand, the spring in your groin burning with a deep intensity only he could generate from you.

"Don't stop, don't stop, I'm cumming..." Your hips bucked wildly as you came over his hand, and he quickly withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock. Lining himself up and slotting you down in one fluid movement. You rode out the remainder of your climax with his cock pounding up into you, his hands controlling your hips, rocking you against him in time with his upwards thrusts.

Moving your feet so one was balanced on the centre console, the other on his arm rest, he flicked a lever to flatten his backrest allowing you more room. You'd never been so grateful he had a large range rover, plenty of room. Especially when he flipped you round, he was on top of you now with your legs pressed against your chest, his cock edging back inside of you easily.

"Fuck I've missed this.. oh fuck... I've missed you.."

"I've missed you... Ah... so much... Oh god..."

"So tight for me," he groaned, his hips moving quicker. The car must have been shaking, neither of you cared.

"Cum for me, yeah?" His eyes on yours, his hips slowing slightly so as not to alert too much attention. The newer, steadier pace felt perfect - a new level of sensuality. He thrust deeper with each one, making your eyes widen, an orgasm building with each deep, powerful stroke.

"Harder, Cillian, harder..."

"Fuck I'm so close... So close..."

"That's it, that's it, that's it.. oh fuck, oh fuck..." Your whole body shook, your core pulsing with the sheer power of your orgasm, your juices engulfing him.

"Gonna cum..." He gave one last grunt, his body trembling as his cock emptied deep inside you, filling you up, you felt his cock throb and the warmth of his cum flowed through you.

He stayed inside you for a few minutes, allowing your legs to wrap around his waist as he rested on your chest. Your fingers raking through his hair, your hearts racing against each other.

"That wasn't part of the plan, sorry..." He chuckled.

"It wasn't how I imagined my evening ending either, don't worry," you smiled. He lifted off you slightly and kissed your lips, brushing his nose over yours.

"Will you let me back in?" You asked, hopefully.

"You never left, y/n."

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patchun · 3 years

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after many hours in UM and 1cc'ing with every character, i can finally present my card tier list! some of these rankings are based on personal preference. for instance, some tier lists have placed remilia at s tier, and i don't DISAGREE with that. it's a really good card, but i just don't enjoy it as much. so in a way, this is very much "the casual player's tier list". i will explain some things below if you're interested:

S tier

Saki is in S tier because her card is ESSENTIAL, in my opinion. The damage difference is really important for every character, and at least as far as I can tell, it doesn't drop off late-game, either. If someone informs me that it does drop off when you hit full power, i'll be removing it.

Now you may ask: why Miko? Sumireko and Piece are so good, and you just talked about how good Remilia is. Well, I like Miko because with those other cards, I tend to accidentally try to use them as death-bombs. And of course, that never works. None of the active cards function as death bombs, so that false sense of comfort does me in more times than not. For that reason, Miko's active is good for me, because if you want to use it well, you have to use it preemptively. There are cards I know I struggle with, or midboss sections like stage 4, 5 and 6 mid - that Miko can handle so long as you use it at the right time. Byakuren isn't ESSENTIAL for Miko to be good, but it makes the active a lot better and reduces cooldown. If you have Miko, Byakuren probably goes to S tier.

A tier

That said, if you can't get a Miko, Sumireko is the second best bet. Her little circle of invulnerability can come in really clutch if you can use it at the right time (or remember to use it at all LOL). Byakuren would go in S if Sanae, the definitive best character (those who say Reimu is... you're crazy, snakes are too powerful), actually needed it. But she doesn't. Sanae's bomb is already insanely strong, and she doesn't really need Byakuren's help. That said. With Byakuren she becomes even stronger. So in retrospect, I think I should have put Byakuren in S tier. It just feels good, and that's important!

Speaking of remembering to use ability cards and bombs, though... Eirin can be a real run saver. Near the end of the run, you can start getting tired. If you have a silly death that could have been prevented, you may get discouraged. In those situations, it can be easy to snowball into a defeated spiral and keep dying over and over, without even bombing! But Eirin has the power to prevent that. More experienced players may find this one useless, but if you're just trying to 1cc these games for fun, Eirin can be quite good!

Mokou is good if you can afford her for obvious reasons - but be careful not to spend too much power later on to get this card. The later stages become quite difficult when you're low on power - you can go into a loss snowball really quickly because you can't clear enemies quick enough so the screen fills with bullets. To get Mokou you kind of need to be on a positive snowball.

B tier

For B tier, the top three equipment options really depend on who you're playing and what you need. For Sanae and Reimu, I think Mini-Hakkero is really good. Based on my testing, Hakkero is better than Needle and Missile, so in comparison, the other two are probably not worth it.

Sakuya B has in my experience been a GREAT card for both Marisa and Sakuya. The knives can be hard to aim, but they seem to do quite a bit of damage, so they really help to make up for the lack of range on both Sakuya and Marisa. Honestly though, I think they'd be fine on anyone. I haven't seen anyone talking about them but... yeah, they're underrated. Another thing is: they feel good.

Then, yin-yang orbs - I just think these are nice to have. They're better than snakes as equipment primarily because they can hit behind you, but I also think they have more consistent dps. Snakes miss a lot more often, which isn't really a big deal when you're Sanae who has 4 snake outlets, but it is a big deal when there's only one snake.

Alice doll - I'm pretty sure this is good. It moves quickly, homes in on stuff, can hit behind you, increases DPS, isn't too expensive. I like to take this when I see it.

Then, lives. Lives being only 80 money can be a big deal. In quite a few of my runs, I've taken lives 3/5 stages because I was just not very lucky with card selection, but I still managed. Lives are very strong if you can manage to not waste them and remember to use bombs.

Yachie's card is good if you can get it early - it wouldn't be in B tier except it's very, very cheap. Only 140 iirc. Now, the UFO... why did I choose that as my best bullet eraser? You may say: patchun, you've said in the past that Okina is really good for erasing bullets! And yes, you're right, you're right - but Okina is really only consistently useful for that one Chimata card, and once you learn that card, it's not very difficult to avoid. Plus, UFO can help with that card too! UFO doesn't give a fuck what it touches, it will erase it. It doesn't have a cooldown as far as I can tell, so it just erases everything in a circle around you constantly. I rank it this high up because UFO saved my ass MANY, many times against Misumaru, who is in my opinion the toughest boss in the game. UFO can destroy yin-yang orbs, so it makes several of her patterns a lot easier. Not even Sumireko can destroy yin-yang orbs. If you happen to see UFO and nothing else, and if you don't think you'll be distracted by it, try it out.

Few more comments

I think Sanae Frog is good on Marisa and Sakuya. Not better than the equipment cards in A tier, but good if you see it. I think anything that helps with Marisa and Sakuya's horrible range is great for them.

I've seen Sannyo card ranked pretty highly, and maybe if you get it early on it is, but I don't feel like it's worth a place in your starting deck, personally.

Mamizou can be good if you've already snowballed as a way to prevent a downfall. But I don't think she's worth picking up early at all. And Keiki's bullet erasing is good, but I found it often erased something I didn't need it to erase just to fail at erasing what I did need it to erase. Probably better than nothing, but far from a must-have, and the no-CD on the UFO and backdoor having very little CD makes them stand out for erasure.

I've heard good things about Aya, as well, but I personally never take my hand off the shoot key. Yuyuko's card may save you in a miracle situation but it's just very unlikely, honestly might be more startling than helpful. You generally know when you're about to die, so when you suddenly don't, it's like... your brain hasn't processed correctly, so you probably just die soon after. Sakuya left-right knives suck. Don't use them lol.

And finally, Utsuho is such a funny card. But... power is such an important resource in this game, with how snowball-y it is, that I could never justify using Utsuho on a serious attempt. I'd love to see some Utsuho challenge runs though.

#touhou #um #th18 #unconnected marketeers #patchunslibrary

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bangtansdoc · 5 years

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Into the light.

Part 1.

Ost: OMG!- Joy red velvet ( Ost of the great seducer).

Pairings:Park Jimin(BTS)×reader

Genre: Fluff, horror(maybe Idk), Vampire! Au, CEO! Au, secretive and very clingy-ish Jimin. Ack guys this is one's a long read. Hope you can follow through to the end.

Ost: Joy(red velvet)- OMG!(Ost of the great seducer).

Word count: Honestly I don't even count it anymore.

Synopsis: You need money. Park Jimin has money. You end up getting a job as a house keeper in his gargantuan mansion. But what secrets might the handsome CEO be hiding underneath his flashy image?

PS: This whole fic was inspired by Jimin's GDA 2019 looks. It was le'jin'dary.

He watched as blood pooled out from her body. There was so much blood. He wondered if it was normal for her to produce that much, considering who she was. He tried to reach out to her, to hold her hand, even though he knew she was already gone. His vision faded, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he joined her.

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"Hey Y/N are you watching the news right now?!" Your best friend's voice screeched out of the phone before it reached your ear. "No I'm not Joon. What's the problem?!" "Go find a TV right now. Or..." "Joon! I'm on my way to work now. Can't it wait?" "It IS about work. And it can't wait. Y/N..." "Ok see you later Joonie!" "No don't you...." You quickly hung up the phone as you felt a migraine creeping along your head to the base of your skull. You leaned your head against the bus window and sighed. You were exhausted. It was bad enough that you were working two part time jobs(they were initially four but Joon had argued that if you didn't tone it down you would flunk all your classes and probably end up in a hospital which had ended in you clocking him over the head and eventually conceding cause....he was right) but you also had a big test that you really weren't prepared for. You brought your fingers to your temples and massaged them lightly. "Don't fret Y/N." You spoke softly to yourself. "You can do this. Only two more years left till you graduate. You got this." Your phone buzzed with a text message. It was Joon. "PICK UP THE PHONE NOW YOU STUPID BRAT." You sighed again and switched off your phone. "Not today Namjoon. Not today." You whispered again to yourself as the bus arrived at your stop and you disembarked.

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You jogged lightly towards the glue factory, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you prepared to tough it out through another day of work. So it was to your surprise when you met several employees loitering around the factory's compound, with several men moving boxes out of the factory and into a large truck. You quickly approached the elderly woman that was the head of staff. "Mrs Avery?" She looked at you and relief washed over her face like you were the answer to all her problems. "Oh Y/N! Thank goodness you're here!" "What happened?" "Don't you watch the news dearie? Some whistleblower reported the president of the factory for embezzlement. So they cut us all off, packed up and are 'moving to rural areas'. Pssht." Your eyes bulged out of their sockets. "What?! But-- but---" "There's nothing we can do dearie. We're all out of jobs now." She said again as she quickly made her way to another group of employees. Your mind raced and spun around. Packed up...cut us all off....out of jobs... Your tuition fees were due in a month. And you were perfectly, utterly and catastrophically broke. You fumbled for your phone in your trousers pocket and dialled your best friend's number. "Joon! I'm doomed! Doomed Joon! I'm- I'm gonna get kicked out of school. The factory---it-it shut Down. I don't have any money Joon! What am I gonna do?!" "Calm down Y/N! Your tuition isn't due for about a month. You have plenty of time to find a new job before then. "No no no! Don't you get it?! No job will have as high a pay as a factory in time, and no factory will hire a part timer now after this whistleblowing incident!" You could see practically see Joon scratching his forehead in thought. "Ok Y/N? Take a deep breath." He paused as you did so. "Now calm the hell down, and come on over so we can figure out what you're gonna do." You blinked back several tears as you hung up and bolted for the bus station.

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"Maybe you should ask your parents for some cash." You stared at Namjoon like he had just sprouted horns. "Kim Namjoon. How long have we been friends?" "Since kindergarten." "Exactly. So you of all people should know that that isn't an option." "But you're really desperate now. You can't do this alone." "So what's gonna happen to my FIVE siblings Hun? I've been taking care of myself by myself pretty well. Now is no different." Namjoon sighed exasperatedly like you were the dumbest person in the world. He was probably right. But what were you to do? Growing up in a family of eight was no joke. Your father was a teacher and your mother owned a bakery. But their earnings alone were not enough to cater for all your needs. So you had decided to unburden them by fending for yourself. You had started working as soon as you were old enough. Your parents were apprehensive at first but you were able to alleviate their fears of your working affecting your studies. You had worked your way through high school, moving from job to job and had been offered admission into a prestigious University. Your family was again afraid that the tuition was too much for you to handle alone, so you had borrowed money from Namjoon, which you were still currently trying to pay back. It had seemed that luck was on your side when you got a job at the glue factory. The working hours were reasonable and the pay was good. You figured that if you saved enough you would be able to make it through the four years of college. Until this happened. "I could lend you money again." You covered your face with your palms. "I still haven't finished paying you back for the last time you lent me money." "It doesn't matter." "It does matter! Our tuition is not chicken feed!" Namjoon shrugged. "It's not my fault my parents are rich." You groaned again before throwing a plushie at him. "Dogmatic jerk." You muttered under your breath. "Don't worry. I'll think of something." "Yeah well whatever you think of, better think of it fast."

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"Hey hey Y/N check out what's on the news right now." Namjoon said as he plopped down beside you in the school cafeteria. "Do you spend all your time watching the news?" You asked teasingly, making him open his mouth in thought which you giggled at. "Probably." He replied and you burst out in laughter. "Anyway guess what?" You decided to humour him. "What?" "You know the glue factory you used to work at? The one that got whistleblown?" You looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Ok ok you do. Well park Jimin just bought it." "Park Jimin? The mega ultra super rich business tycoon?" " Yeah, the mega ultra super shady one. Something's not right about that guy. I know it." You rolled your eyes. "You've 'known' it for six months now." "Yeah I mean all people know about him is that he's super young and super secretive. We're talking about no friends, no family, not even a freaking pet....." "Namjoon..." "And he lives in this gigantic mansion with no one but his housekeeper." "Maybe he just likes his privacy." "Yeah no one ever just ' likes their privacy' . Especially super rich business moguls. He definitely has something to hide." Namjoon paused. "I'm thinking of making him the protagonist of a book I'm writing." You stood up with your tray of food. "Goodbye Joon. Call me when you have something better to discuss. Like where to find a job maybe?" "Hey I'm helping out as much as I can." You leaned towards him and kissed his cheek. "Well you should help out more than that." Your phone buzzed with an alarm. "And there goes my lunch break." You shoved your food into Namjoon's arms. "I have to go job hunting." "Hey let me come with." Namjoon said as he hurriedly stood up. "No you don't have to. I'm going to the job center to ask if they have any openings. And you have class." Namjoon raised an eyebrow. "And you don't?" "Well I won't even have a class to ditch anymore if I don't get a job now. See you." You said again as you quickly made your way out of the cafeteria.

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You stared at your phone and sighed. It had already been a week since you had been to the women's job center. They had been skeptical, especially after you had stated all your conditions, working part-time during the week, Sundays free and also the fact that you were a student. However they had promised to get what they could for you, especially after you had begged them that you would work anywhere as long as the pay was good. But now here you were, staring intensely at your phone. What if you weren't able to find a job in time? You were sure that asking your parents for that much money would definitely affect at Least one of your siblings. You rubbed your temples and felt that awful migraine creeping along your skull again. You were not a happy-go-lucky endearing kind of girl who was always smiling even while suffering, but you always kept a healthy level of optimism in your tank, never letting your troubles or problems get the better of you. Namjoon had also played a great part in that. You fell back on your bed. But lately it had been getting harder to see the good side of things. You groaned in frustration, wondering if the job center was really finding it hard to get you something to do. Your phone suddenly buzzed to life, and you sprang off the bed like a rabbit, stumbling to the dresser and grabbing your phone like your life depended on it. You glanced at the caller ID and curled your toes in anticipation. "Hello is this Y/N/L/N?" A soft voice boomed out of the phone. "Yes. Yes it is." You said quickly, your heart in your throat. "Ok. I'm from the women's center. I'm happy to inform you that we've found a job for you." You heaved a sigh of relief. "Oh thank God. I thought you weren't gonna be able to." The voice let out a soft chuckle. "Well it was difficult. But we managed to get something for you last minute. You are really lucky. The job offer sprang up out of nowhere. And it meets all of your conditions." You couldn't believe your luck. You wanted to leap into the air in Joy. "Thank you so much. When can I start?" "Uh, you still have to come down here as Soon as you can to get more details. Your employer is very particular about the people he hires. He is a private man and wants to interview you first." You mused on this. "Whatever he wants. As long as I get the job." "Ok then. Come down to the agency tomorrow so I can give you the details." The voice said and hung up. You fell back on your bed again smiling like an idiot. "YES!!!" You shrieked as you wriggled about. You heard a small voice at the back of your head. "Don't count your chickens before they hatch Y/N." You pushed away the thought. Things were finally looking up.

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You sat down in front of a desk with a computer on it. You had arrived at the job center and had been waiting for about twenty minutes. You checked your phone for the time. You were beginning to get agitated. Where was the attendant? A middle aged woman suddenly plopped down in front of you. She greeted you with a warm smile. "Miss Y/N?" She asked and you responded with a nod. "Sorry for taking your time." "You spoke to me on the phone?" "No my coworker did. But she's out sick today so she told me to take care of you." "Oh." You responded and waited for the woman to continue. She switched on the computer and began to tap at the keyboard. "Ok so you've been offered a job as a housekeeper." "Uh can I know who I'm working for?" The woman smiled. "They wanted you to find out when you came for the interview." You were confused and began to wonder if this was some elaborate prank by Namjoon. Really. How private could one person be that they were keeping their identity a secret from their prospective employees? Were they some kind of mafia clan? You started to think of declining the offer when the woman, as if sensing your doubt, spoke up. "It's not dangerous Y/N. And I promise you the pay is very good. The CEO is just a very private man." CEO she said. There was something off about this woman too. You eyed her carefully. Ok Y/N. Let's see how this goes. "Alright." You said finally. "Great." She tore out a slip of paper and scribbled something on it. "Here's the address. Your interview is in two hours." "Two hours?! Well why didn't you...." "I didn't think you'd accept the offer." She didn't think you'd accept it? Exactly what was going on? You hurried to get your things. "Good luck!" The woman yelled after you as you dashed out the door.

You stopped short in front of an enormous gate. The gate had two iron carvings of a Jade dragon embedded into it. You heaved a sigh and pressed the doorbell. You waited for a while and was about to press it again when a deep male voice boomed over the PA system. "Yes?" Yes? Oi. "Uh, I'm from the women's center. I applied for the post of housekeeper." "Oh. You're early!" Yeah barely. You thought as the voice said again and after a while the gates slid open. You stepped into the compound and gasped so hard you almost passed out. Before you was the largest compound you had ever seen. There was a huge maze like garden on both sides of the compound, and sandwiched in between them was a beautifully lit walkway. There were lights and lanterns decorating each side of the walkway and you could only imagine how it would look at night. You walked slowly and gasped again when you saw the house. At the far end of the compound stood the biggest palace you had ever seen. In front of it was a pavilion, and in the pavilion was a water fountain with water sprouting out of it. The house was enormous and you felt as if you were standing before the tower of Babel* instead of a freaking house. The mahogany doors swung open and a well dressed Man with blonde hair walked out and towards you. He was just as beautiful as the house. You began to wonder if you had accidentally walked into another dimension.

"Y/N? Welcome." The man said cheerily, smiling at you constantly. "Come on." He spoke again and you shivered. You followed him into the house and your eyes almost fell out of their sockets. You were standing in a very grand Hall, fit for a king. Now you weren't an artsy girl, but you could make out several pieces of art work placed in the hallway by the walls, all leading up to a glass stand, above which hung the portrait of a young girl in a hanbok. You stared at the portrait, entranced by the girl's beauty and how sad her face looked, before wondering what sort of creep you were about to work for. "Beautiful isn't it?" You heard the male's voice beside you. He was also staring at the painting. "Yes. Yes it is." "It's the most exquisite piece of art in the mansion. Apparently the CEO described the girl to the artist himself." You turned to face the man. So he wasn't your employer? You had thought that this CEO being so private would've interviewed you himself. Guess even the most private still order lackeys around. At this point you still didn't know who exactly you were working for. Just what kind of mess were you getting yourself into? "This way." The handsome male led you towards a beautiful set of spiral stairs. You ascended quietly as the man led you again into a parlour room. He sat down on a cushion and you sat opposite him.

"So Y/N. Hi. I'm Kim taehyung. I'm CEO Park's PA." An alarm went off in your head. CEO Park. CEO Park. CEO Park!!! "I'm sorry do you mean CEO Park jimin?" Taehyung studied you. "Yes." Oh God!! CEO Park jimin, the super secret mega business mogul that Namjoon disliked. Why hadn't you seen the signs? It was when taehyung had asked if you were alright that you realized you were gasping for breath. "I'm fine. I'm fine." Taehyung studied you again. God was he handsome. You hoped the CEO looked nothing like him or else it would be very hard for you to concentrate on work. "Okay." Taehyung leaned back on his chair and crossed his legs. "Let's discuss the conditions of your employment." "But I haven't accepted the offer yet." Taehyung raised an eyebrow. "Well you're here aren't you?" You shifted in your seat. "So you'll be working Mondays through Saturdays, like you requested. Your job requires regular maintenance of the essential parts of the house. A Gardner and a mailman come occasionally. You'll also be residing here..." "What?" "Yes. In order to be fully efficient you can't afford to commute every day. Trust me it'll be much easier if you lived here." You sighed and wondered again if you were making a mistake in accepting this job. "You'll be receiving six thousand dollars at the end of every month..." Your eyes widened and your voice caught in your throat. "I'm sorry. Six thousand dollars?!" Taehyung smirked at your reaction. "At the end of every month." He paused. "Do you have anything to add?" You cleared your throat. "The-the pay for this month, can I receive it now? Like up front? I really need the money. I promise I will work for the full month I owe." Taehyung narrowed his eyes before placing a piece of paper before you. "That's a contract. Sign it." You carefully picked up the contract and signed it, sealing your fate. Taehyung smiled. "There. With that you can't run away. We will catch you if you dupe us." You gulped. "I'll speak to the CEO. The money will be forwarded to your account before the end of the day." You smiled brightly as tears brimmed in your eyes. All your money problems had just been solved in under an hour. "Thank you so much." You gushed, extremely grateful. Taehyung smiled a boxy smile at you, almost as if he was as excited as you were. "Anything else?" He asked. You sighed. "When can I start?"

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"YOU WHAT?!" Namjoon yelled at you after you briefed him on your new job. "Y/N..." "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before I decided this Namjoon, but I really need this. You know that." "Yes, but..." Namjoon ran a hand through his brown hair. "Forget all jokes now. I've read a lot about CEO Park to know that he's hiding something. Something that could be potentially dangerous. Working for him.... Living in his house, puts you at risk. He could be some kind of secret mafia boss for Christ's sake!" You stared at Namjoon's concerned eyes and pulled him closer to you. You knew he was just worried about you , but you honestly thought he was just being paranoid. All in all, you couldn't blame him. You cared about him just as much to be paranoid if the roles were reversed. You planted a chaste kiss on his soft lips. "I'll be fine Joon. Really. I promise the second something seems off I'll quit immediately." You smiled at him and his expression softened. "Fine. But that doesn't mean I'm okay with it." "I know." "When do you start?" He grumbled, a sound you associated with a large, pouty bear. "Uh, tomorrow. Wanna help me pack?" He stared at you, incredulous. "Tomorrow? But shouldn't they at least have given you some more time to pack?" "I chose to start tomorrow. Better to get it over with as soon as possible right?" Namjoon shrugged as he picked up a pink bra, scrunched his face and tossed it aside. "Can't argue with that." He said as you grabbed the bra and stuffed it into your suitcase. "Trust me Joon. It'll be over before you know it. Oh and by the way, you should see his house. You'll love it."

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You stood up from your crouched position and stretched your back. You had already successfully moved into the CEO's mansion and had been working for a week now. You saw taehyung regularly, he always popped in with a smile and the excuse of ' fetching some documents' when you knew he was probably checking up on you, obviously at the CEO's orders. Said CEO had not shown his face in the house since you arrived. You hadn't even seen his car in the driveway, not that you would notice anyway, with the fleet of cars parked in it. It was always the same routine everyday, and it was exhausting, but the amount at the end of your Bank book made it totally worth it. It was actually a bit easier because you were on break and you braced yourself for the stress you would face once school resumed. You took one last look at your Bank book for encouragement before exiting your room to begin the days duties. You made your way downstairs to the storage room and passed by the front door. You stopped abruptly as you saw a pair of male shoes placed beside yours. Must be taehyung's. But he had left the previous night. And why didn't he let you know he was back in the house? When did he even get in? You rolled your eyes and shrugged off the thoughts. He probably had something else to take care of and it wasn't like he had to tell you each time he came in. You grabbed your equipment and made your way to the pool.

You pulled back the sliding glass doors and stared at the exquisite marble pool before you. You gently placed the cleaning equipment on the floor and was about to drain the water when you noticed a movement in the pool. "Taehyung?" You called out, as you cautiously approached the pool edge. There was no answer. You moved closer and slipped on the marble, tumbling into the pool. Now you hadn't meant to be so overdramatic, but your fall had caught you off guard. You thrashed and flailed in the water, your movements causing you to sink further in. Suddenly, strong arms gripped your sides and hoisted you out of the water. You felt the arms holding on to your sides and a pair of legs wrapped around yours to stop them from thrashing about in the water.

You sputtered and coughed, before opening your eyes and both your heart and time stopped. In front of you, with his arms around you was the most beautiful human being on the planet. His eyes were a deep blue and they stared at you intensely, his lips were plump and pink, and his blonde, wet hair matted across his face. The sunlight reflecting on the water hit his face and he shone. He sparkled like an angel and you became as dumb as a mule. He must have sensed that you were in shock as he put his arms around your waist and guided you out of the water and into the folding chair. He stared at you again, before grabbing a towel and he began to walk away. Your brain came out of autopilot right then and you scrambled to your feet. "Wait!" You yelled, and the man stopped, turning back to you, his eyes burning with curiosity. "Thank you for-for saving me. My name's Y/N. Who- who are you?" You sputtered out. "Y/N right?" His voice came out, soft and pleasant. "You must be the new house keeper. I'm your boss, Park Jimin."

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Part two will be out soon! Hopefully!.

Comments would be appreciated!!!

#bangtanfluffs #park jimin #fantasy #vampire au #horror au #bts ceo au

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omg hi i haven't posted in forever. I forgot my login into this account tbh and whew i got scared that i woudl lose this account forever. But if i had just remembered my user it wouldnt be a problem. anyways lemme catch yall up to spped about what happened since the last time i posted which woul be dec 3.... yikes.

I finally took the drive test and my drivers licencse (card is onw). it took me a while but i passed on the first try and got a pr rn. etty good score. Which i'm happy about because i was not ready to take it twice.

I went to see eric nam in concert, i didn't listen to his music beforehand just a bit, but he can put on a preformance. That has been my euphoria for about a month now. (fun fact bc i didn't/still don't have a debit card my finacial aid money went ot my mother who spent it on her bills. Which is like huh??? but she got a bunch of bills piling and if she uses my spring quarter money i will be fighting bc u took my money not once but twice and ik it's for bills to help us survive but what she doesn't know is that i need it get away form her and her toxic ass husband.

I started watching euphoria abbott elementary, pll and gilmore girls(probably others but i can't remember rn), oh and genertion. I could do a seperate post about each of them but gilmore girls and pll are my life rn. euphoria just eneded s2 and abbott elementary is on hiatus.

I'm actually considering getting the fuck out like very soon, my life is too controlled and they're trying to control me even more now, i think it's because they relaize the older i get the more i go away. But they have to realize i can't be a second mother to my little sibling for life. Like it pisses me off that they're relying on me to do everyhting and do well in school. But i hope they realize when i'm gone that they abused their power(they porbbly won't becuase they didn't really consider having kids and the amount of wokr kids can be. Anwyays if they keep going the way they're going they're not going to have any relaitonship with their kids bc of how toxic they are. I'm also goign to get my immigration firgured out, and get a job if i can find one and save up to get into this tech ux design thing. After that i'll try to see if i can get a job from that if not i'll go to college or beuaty school.

Last time you heard of me i was miserable in school and was not doing good, so i took winter quarter off. And lets see if my father is going to pay for these classes. If he can then I'm graduating and taking next school year off and going back to school in fall '23 if everything goes to plan.

i could edit this rn, but im too lazy

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douchebagbrainwaves · 5 years

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OK, I'LL TELL YOU YOU ABOUT BUSINESS

Being lead developer of a popular open source project counts almost as much freedom as the founders. VCs should be trying to fund more of. If you lack commitment, it will rapidly become much more common. I started. Is a Self-Fulfilling Prophecy. And that means they need to get as much of the company, whereas after a series A round has in the past fifty. 01 min. How bad could it be? I was still ambivalent about business. Part of the reason VCs are harsh when negotiating with startups is that startups are popping up like crazy, the number is small compared to the number of undergrads who believe they have to resort to compulsion are not the other fields that have the word computer in their names, but the three main ones are internal disputes, inertia, and ignoring users.

To see an interesting variety of probabilities we have to do a test mailing for each tweak. So if you can make something that appeals to people today and would also have appealed to people in 2500. Really this just codifies what we do already. If I'm right, then it really pays to keep a list of the fifteen individual probabilities, you calculate the combined probability thus: let prod apply #' mapcar #' lambda x-1 x probs One question that arises in practice is what probability to assign to a word you've never seen, i. When I finished grad school in computer science, which presumably makes them engineers. That brings us to our fourth counterintuitive point: startups are all-consuming. When oil paint replaced tempera in the fifteenth century, it helped painters to deal with you later. You have to understand how little users understand. If universities and research labs continue to judge hackers by publications? Nowadays Valley VCs are more likely to succeed if you wait.

Sure, you'll probably fail. It may just be one way to achieve simplicity, but it's confusing intellectually. These fonts are closer to the pure, underlying letterforms. Cobol. There's no incentive that would make them move. And since you don't know where your ideas are coming from, you're probably imitating an imitator. It helps to have a separate notion of numbers, because you need more of them to solve a given problem. They don't care much how much they suck. Among other things, there will be more likely to succeed if you wait. There's not even a tradeoff here. Startups are stressful.

One easy way to build great software is to start startups, and explain which are real. I suspect signalling risk is in this category too. It's embodied in the traditional appointment book, with each day cut into one hour intervals. In this case, that means you should give users a few basic elements that they can combine as they wish, like Lego. But it was mysterious to me that any startup had to include business people, because only they could focus on what customers wanted? You could treat it as a hard sell; we soon sank to building sites for free, and it seems to be a doctor may simply not realize how much things have changed. So you must consciously discount for that. Free!

So if some of the qualities of a VC. In math and engineering, some of the best programs were essays, in the sense that I always want to know what the tricks are for convincing investors. So I think at least some super-angels are ruling out taking VC money. In a series A. I would have been constantly coming over and beating you up and stealing your food. Number one, research must be original—and they were smart enough to start a startup, there's always one right there. After thinking about it for a while before acting, so don't be bummed if he seems ambivalent. As far as I can tell, the way they taught me to in college. There are two types of investors: angels and venture capitalists.

Ditto in engineering. You might also want to remember at least the prerogative—of strength is not to save them from being disappointed when things fall through. All of us had been trained by Kelly Johnson and believed fanatically in his insistence that an airplane that looked beautiful would fly the same way a low-restriction exhaust system makes an engine more powerful. For a long time: for several years at least, and maybe with future startups I'll be able to get higher valuations when they do. I also ignore html comments, not even considering them as token separators. So if you're the least bit inclined to find an excuse to quit, there's always one right there. But are these just outliers? Unfortunately, the question is hard to convey in a research paper. What super-angels seem to care about valuations. I think really would be a good idea, because it's a recognized brand, it's safe, and they'll be left wishing they'd bought you earlier. When a VC firm can only do about 2 series A deals per partner per year, they're careful about the headers and the bodies became much spammier.

Thanks to Joel Rainey, Robert Morris, Jessica Livingston, Aaron Iba, Anton van Straaten, and Patrick Collison for the lulz.

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