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stormtodoroki · 4 years

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Love Sparks

Pairing: Kaminari Denki x Reader

Soulmate AU

Warnings: None

P.O.V: Reader's

Word Count: 2,644

The knowledge about how and when Quirks came along goes far beyond my family's history, at least I think. My name is Aizawa, (f/n) and I am preparing for my UA entrance exam, thankfully my mother has allowed me to come to Japan from America for schooling. She mentioned something about being able to meet my grandparents as well as my biological father, if I get the chance. She hasn't told me much about him, every time I'd ask her she'd get really mad and tell me not to ask again, but I was persistent, I just had to know. But that's not the only thing I had to know, not only are quirks a fascinating part of our lives but so is the way we find our forever person, our body's receive a shock that courses through our bodies when we make skin to skin contact with our soulmate.

I stood at the main gates and took a few deep breaths, this was it, the beginning of my future, if I passed this entrance exam I will officially be a hero student at UA High. As I took my steps over the threshold and moved closer to the designated building I let out a shaky breath I didn't realize I was holding. What if my quirk might not be good enough to get through? What if someone has a similar quirk and they have better control over it than I do? I stopped walking all together and was about to turn around when someone crashed into me.

"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING YOU DAMN EXTRA! STAY OUTTA MY WAY."

I looked up to see what I could only describe as an angry porcupine, his face contorted with rage if I looked at him close enough I'd probably see steam coming out of his ears. I let out a quick apology and nodded, he tsked and walked away grumbling, boy I would hate to be in the same testing area as him, I'm just grateful that I didn't say anything back to him. I shook my head clear and walked into the building, looking for my number I sat next to a kid who looked like he was in the wrong place, he dressed a bit too formal. I wonder if he's going to take the exam in that?

I took a quick glance around and gulp, there's a lot of kids here, I knew how prestigious the school was and how low the acceptance rate was, but this was just insane. My attention was soon directed to the front where- oh my gosh it's the Pro-hero Present Mic., he's giving us the run down for the practical? This should be good.

Present Mic. walked to the middle of the stage, he turned to all of us and screamed,

"Welcome to today's live performance. Everybody say, hey!"

We were all silent. You could hear crickets chirping.

"Well, that's cool, my examinee listeners! I'm here to present the guidelines of your practical, are you ready, there was silence, yet again as he screamed, "YEAH! "

Listening to Present Mic. screaming and talking loud like he always does began to give me a headache, rubbing my temples I tried to focus on what he was saying. A few rows or so away, I heard what sounded like muttering, I quietly turned and looked towards it, there was a boy with unruly green hair next to, I can't believe it… it's the angry porcupine from earlier who knocked into me. Though he didn't seem too happy to be next to the green haired boy.

"This is how the test will go, my listeners! You'll be experiencing 10-minute-long "mock cityscape maneuvers"! Bring along whatever you want! After this presentation, each head to your assigned testing location."

"Is that so kids from the same middle school can't help each other out?"

I heard from the duo behind me, shaking my head clear I was happy that I didn't know anyone from Japan so it'd be easier for me to take the test and not worry about any of my friends who were also trying to get into UA, all I have to do is worry about myself.

"Each site is filled with 3 kinds of faux villains, points are rewarded for defeating each according to their respective difficulty levels!! Use your quirks to disable, these faux villains and earn points! That's your goal, listeners! Of course, playing the anti-hero and attacking other examinees is prohibited!"

I noticed during this part of Present Mics. explanation, the boy dressed in formal attire next to me was twitching in his seat, he waited for Present Mic. to finish talking before he up abruptly stood up with his hand and paper in the air.

"Excuse me, but if I may ask a question?!"

Oh boy, this ought to be great…

"There appear to be no fewer than 4 varieties of faux, the one on this handout, such a bland, if it is one, is highly unbecoming for you. Japan's top academy we're all here today in the hopes of being molded into model heroes."

He then turned and pointed to Green Bean.

"And you with the curly hair, you've been muttering this whole time, it's distracting if this is some sort of game to you then please leave immediately! "

He muttered, sorry and put his hands to his mouth, I covered my mouth with my hand and fought back a giggle.

"Alright, alright, examinee 7111 nice catch thanks, but the 4th faux villain variety gets you zero points this more of an obstacle, have you all played Super Mario Brothers, the old retro games?"

"It's kind of like a thwomp! Only one at each site, a "gimmick" that will rampage around in close quarters."

I heard quiet murmurs about the zero pointer all around me and just shook my head in pity, clearly this is a decoy. Yes, there may be a zero pointer but it's more likely to be the biggest one there is otherwise there'd be more stationed at each site. They expect us not to worry about said faux villain, yet it'll probably be the most important one in the whole exam, I'll have to keep an eye out for it.

"Thank you, sir, I apologize for the interruption!"

With that the formal guy next to me took a bow and sat back down.

"That's all for me, I'll leave my listeners with our school motto, the great hero Napoleon Bonaparte once said, 'true heroism consists in being superior to the ills of life!' plus ultra!! Break a leg everyone! "

With that everyone got up from their spots and filed out in search of where they were to go. As I looked around the battle center I was sent to a breathed out a sigh of relief, neither the formal dude or the hot head were in sight. I looked around for the green bean to ask him what the hot head had shoved up his butt, but to my dismay he wasn't assigned to my battle center either. Looking around I see people meditating and conversing with each other, I don't need to do either. I began walking towards the front of the crowd marveling at the city front before me. I looked around and saw Present Mic. on top of a platform and smiled up at him and waved, like a buffoon he looked and and pointed to himself in confusion then waved back before pointing to the city urgently.

I took that as my cue to go so I took a deep breath and ran in, I made in about 10 feet into the city before I heard him call out.

"What are you waiting for?! There are no timers in real battles! Begin!"

I knew if I turned around I'd see all the kids running towards me so I decided to get some air coverage. Sticking my arms and hands out to my sides I shot up into the air leaving a trail of water spiraling down below me. I landed on a high rise and looked around the city, seeing a 1 pointer and a 2 pointer approaching I summoned a ball of water into my hands and contorted it into a spear.

I began to run and jump the rooftops closer to the faux villains and replicated the spear before throwing them both at each bot, taking them down. As the bots were falling I hopped onto them and used my water to slide down to the ground. Looking around them I did a double check to make sure nobody made it this far and accidentally got crushed by a giant falling robot. After seeing it was clear I decided to make way to the center on food, as I began to jog I heard a scream from behind me. I turned to look and saw a 3 pointer ready to crush a girl with pink hair and what appears to be horns? I looked closer and saw her foot was stuck and she was trying to get out without using her quirk on herself. I definitely wouldn't make it to her by running, so I had to muster up my energy and use my quirk from afar, something I'm not too good at.

"Hey! Close your eyes!"

The girl looked at me and nodded, I then stood next to one of the fallen faux villain bots and took a stray piece in a ball of water I expanded to its size, quickly I released the piece and expanded the water ball more until it was the size of the bot. I hurled the ball of water at the bot and encased it in my water ball before throwing the water ball into the air, it disappeared from the center and past the clouds.

"Okay, I may have been a little too extreme… "

I muttered to myself, as I walked over to the girl and helped free her.

"You good?"

She nodded and thanked me.

"Don't mention it, just go get some more points for yourself. I'd hate for you not to be able to get in because you were stuck and couldn't stop thanking someone who saved you."

After taking down a few more bots and saving a few people I estimate that I have around 35 points right now which means I should be in good standing. I was so lost in thought that I bumped into someone, they sent a shock through me and I froze for a second before shaking my arm.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hit you with my quirk are you okay?"

'What? Wait? He hit me with his quirk?'

I cleared my head and looked at him in confusion, that wasn't just the electric shock that goes through your body when you meet your soulmate?

"Oh… uh. Don't worry about it. I'm all good."

'Lies, why would I be alright? You know damn well it wasn't your quirk.'

He gave me a look of uncertainty and smiled.

"Hi, I'm Kaminari Denki. Nice to meet you uh… what's your name?"

I scoffed internally, 'really? That's how you're gonna ask me my name? Dude just how dense are you?'

"F/n L/n. Crap, sorry. L/N, F/N. Nice to meet you as well Kaminari. Now if you'll excuse me I need to go and rack up more points so if you don't mind I'll just be o-"

Kaminari cut me off by yelling.

"That's a zero pointer! No way! That thing is huge!"

Looking up I saw what he was talking about, I smirked.

"U.A. definitely lives up to its prestigious name. I am impressed. Wow. This zero pointer is glorious."

Kaminari looked at me like I was insane, as if I somehow sparked a fire in him he puffed out his chest in glee and smirked.

"All the more reason for me to prove my strength. Stand back L/N I'm gonna light this bot up."

I blinked in surprise as he ran towards the bot and he charged up- no way, he wasn't kidding. Large amounts of electricity sprayed out of his hands to the bot, it froze in place for a few moments with electricity spazzing all around the bots frame, but it didn't go down. Kaminari turned to me and gave me a thumbs up and a dumb look on his face.

"Kaminari you fool! You fried your brain with that foolish attack!"

The bot soon was out of its shocked state and raised it's foot ready to pummel the poor dunce. I quickly mustered up my strength and formed a water ball and sent it at Kaminari, once he was inside I whipped it at me. Kaminari and the water ball collided into me just as the bot stomped down where Kaminari was seconds before. I stood up and slapped Kaminari, feeling another jolt of electricity surge through me.

'Awh hell. This fool is my soulmate and he's too dense to realize it's not his quirk.'

I turned to the bot and watched it moved closer before turning back to Kaminari.

"After this exam you're taking me out for ice cream for saving your fried ass not only once but twice."

I turned back to the bot and sent two water balls towards the next spots where it would step, not satisfied with the ground I sent more until the bot stepped and sunk a few feet.

"Yes! It worked!"

I happily then made a few water spears and threw them at the bot before I took a deep breath in, closed my eyes and concentrated on a tiny ball of water in my hands, I needed to focus all my energy if I wanted to make this work. I slowly enlarged the ball in my hand and listened as it started to crackle and pop, taking another deep breath I slowly opened my eyes and smirked before shrinking the softball sized water ball and throwing it at the exposed part of the bot. Once it was a foot from contacting the bot I spread my arms out enlarging the crackling ball and watched as it downed the bot.

I looked to Kaminari and sighed. I need to get him somewhere safe until this wears off, if I leave him here he'll be an easy target for the other bots. I'm pretty sure there's five minutes left meaning I can still get a few more points if I hurry up. I took some gummies out of my pocket and threw them in my mouth, I'm lucky we were allowed to bring things in that would help us, otherwise I'd have been out for the count when I helped that pink girl. I led Kaminari to a safe area and smirked as a three pointer came out of the alley next to us, I jumped up with my water and formed water around my wrist as I plummeted down and punched the bot. It went down just as Present Mic. screeched.

"It's all over! Good job everybody!

Within moments Recovery Girl was by my side looking at Kaminari, she shook her head and gave him a kiss on the forehead. Kaminari blinked and looked around in a state of confusion before looking at me.

"Come on Kaminari, you owe me an ice cream."

I poked his cheek and was sent another shock of electricity, which he definitely would have felt as all and leaned into his ear.

"After all we are soulmates, and I just saved your butt."

I gave the shocked boy a knowing smile and grasped his hand and began leasing him away towards the exit. If we both somehow get into the hero course this was going to be one exciting year...

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estrxlar · 3 years

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The Ghost Of You

06 - Too Little Too Late

Chapters songs:

Yam Yam: No Vacation

Numb: Men I Trust

4EVER: Clairo

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Sugawara

Hey, I won't be riding the bus this morning. My father is visiting and I have to spend the morning with him I'm guessing. I might be available after school, though. So if you wanna walk

Yeah, I'll let you know. I hope everything with your dad goes okay.

Okay. See you later then.

Yeah, you too.

—

One last message from Sugawara is received, before I close the messaging app, and turn off my phone. I wasn't quite ready for what was to occur this morning: seeing my dad. You would think I would be happy about it, or at least be a little excited. But really, I couldn't be more stressed. All my father has ever done is criticize my talents, my behavior, and almost everything that has to do with me being me. Every time he comes to Japan, which isn't a lot, it's the same lecture all over again about what I'm doing with my life, and where I'll be when I'm older.

But at least two or three more hours of sleep. Might as well take advantage of missing a day, right?

—

As I stretch out my arms under my sheets, a knock on my door is heard, followed by my mom's soft voice. "Y/n, your father is getting you today. I'm off to work, okay? Make sure to feed Astra." Her tone is low and worry full, but I wouldn't blame her. Surely your ex-husband coming back shouldn't be so easy.

"I know, mom. Thanks. You have a good day," I say back to her, hearing her footsteps slowly disappear. That's my queue to begin getting ready. What I wear consists of something simple: a thin white shirt, a sage green sweatshirt on top, and jeans with white sneakers, which is something safe. I wouldn't want him to begin criticizing me by starting with my outfit. And as for my hair, I wore it the way I always did.

After a few moments of getting ready, I stand up in the mirror, making sure my personality wasn't showing on the outside. I hated that this is how I had to think of myself when around my parents, but there wasn't anything I could do about it. As suspected, a few minutes later, a message from him appears informing me he had gotten here.

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Dad

Hey! I'm outside, come quickly so we can grab something at that small cafe you love.

Okay, I'll be out there in a second.

—

Nothing baffled me as much as him being so normal about this situation did, but there wasn't much I could say to him. I could only imagine how many questions he would ask me, or if he would even care about the important things, like if I was going through anything.

Reaching for a basic shoulder bag, I say my farewell to the cat, and make my way downstairs. Once I reach the front door, I take a deep breath and open it to reveal the usual view, except an expensive car stood in the driveway, with a smiling man inside of it. I smile back, easing that he didn't look pissed as fuck. After that, I locked the front door and walked towards his car.

Hesitantly, I pull the handle and step into the front passenger seat. "Hey, Dad." I greet him, meanwhile closing the door. "How've you been?"

"Hm, I've been just fine. What about you?" He begins to pull out of the driveway, and soon enough, we're on the road. "There's much to talk about."

I nod, as he states the obvious. "Yeah, of course."

This is awkward.

My hands begin to fidget, popping and stretching my fingers while he drove on the road, saying absolutely nothing. That was until I asked something to fill the empty space between us. "How's work been? I heard you got a bunch of promotions."

"It's been like always; normal. But yes, I have gotten promotions. I guess I've exceeded the limit, though. So.. what about you? You're still on your whole band-thingy?" He clears his throat, turning into another street: the same Suga and I would walk. "Your aunt says she's excited to work with you."

My aunt, AU/N, was my blueprint. She was my father's little sister, and she had a hell of a lot of money. One time when she was younger she slipped in dog pee at Walmart and sued them 50,000$. Since she was a musician, and far more successful than my band, she decided to start her label, signing many small bands like mine. And so, since I had a connection, my friends and I decided to sign with her during the summer after we graduate. We'd have to move to New York in America, but that was just fine. Because moving meant we could establish a good career and attend college as well.

"I'm excited too. You know, to move and all." My eyes take mental images of the portrait outside today. Trees were finally growing leaves again, and grass as well; spring was around the corner. "Why the sudden visit? Is there a conference being held in Miyagi?"

My question seems like have made him uneasy, for his fingers began making small beats on the steering wheel. In no way did I mean to be so sudden, but an answer to my asking was necessary.

Thankfully, his response isn't a shout and rude remark, but a simple explanation that frankly made me feel better about his stay. "I'm most likely not gonna be able to see you before you graduate, so I wanted to spend a day with you. I know I said I'd drop you off at school after breakfast, but I thought we could hang out longer.

Is that okay?"

"Yeah, it's fine."

—

To my surprise, the drive wasn't as short as I thought. A total of thirty silent minutes felt as if it was an entire hour. Once we arrived at the small cafe in the plaza, the both of us got off the car and glanced at each other, beginning our way towards it.

I had a certain idea of why he'd picked this spot for us to eat at. When I was younger, I'd spent lots of time here doing whatever I was up to, and usually with one of my close friends, (not that we're close anymore.) To be completely frank, it came to me as a shock my father even paid attention to how much I adored this place. The light lavender concrete walls and cutesy pots with succulents and house plants. Not to mention its colorful m decorations, far more improved than when I was a little kid. Still, it drew Moku, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, and Toruku to make it our number one hang-out spot from the ages of 8-14, even if it wasn't as attracting as it is now.

As we enter, the small bell at the top of the door rings, and we're greeted by a young girl at the counter that surrounded many baked goods. "Welcome!" She says, meanwhile packing up an online order. "Is there anything I could help you guys with?"

"Two coffees, please." My father replied, holding up two of his long, worn-out fingers. 'Coffee? I mean, I guess. Not that I cared or anything. I honestly preferred the tea with the little peaches in it— what was it called?' My father's voice cuts off my thoughts. "And a fruit lemonade for her. The coffees are for me; long hours!"

'That's it!' I said to myself internally, briefly smiling at the worker while she wrote a few words down. And soon enough, we're told it'll take only a few minutes. Still, it baffled me my father even remembered such a little thing I loved when I was a child.

What a try-hard.

The two of us find a corner table for two, and he pulls out a chair for me to place myself. I do so, as my father does the same. Then, a long-awaited conversation begins. "How did you know I liked this place?"

He straightens his collar, saying, "You never stopped talking about it when you were little."

"And the drink?"

"I just remember how many times it appeared on my taxes from this place, that's all." He chuckles, leaning onto his arm along with stroking his sharp beard. "Why do you ask?"

Without thinking, I answer sharply, looking down at the wooden patterns on the table. "Why do you think? I didn't think you'd paid attention," I say to him, quickly looking up for a rude remark.

He effortlessly sighs and keeps the situation unproblematic. Although, I wouldn't have minded diving deeper into the reasoning of his absence. "I did sometimes. Sorry."

I tell myself to leave it at that, to leave it at 'sorry', but I can't. I can't not say something. "Can I ask you something? And I want a valid answer, not excuses. I know you wanted to have a nice time but this is the most I've talked to you in the past year so I'd rather get straight to it than poke around the elephant in the room."

In the corner of my eye, I see him nod, giving me an okay that I could rant. Well, more like calmly let out my feelings. "I just— I don't understand what happened. After you and mom got busy, it was a total blur. I'm not asking for you two to get together again, and I never questioned why you split up either. I'm simply asking why you guys forgot you had a daughter, that's all."

Not more than a split second later do I realize how rude that sounded. But too bad, I wanted to know. A few silent seconds slide by while he seems to be thinking of an answer, and explanation. Then, the sound of footsteps coming towards us, signaling our beverages had arrived.

"Two coffees," the young lady mumbles, setting them in front of my father as he smiles. "And a fruit lemonade!" She exclaims. The pink-tinted drink makes waves in cold glass in her hand once it's set down. "All set. Is there anything else I can get for you two?"

We shake our heads lightly.

"Alright then! Enjoy!" She beams, then happily walks away. Ever since I was younger, I never understood why the store wonder daughter was so nice. But I'm guessing it lasted throughout the years, or else she wouldn't treat customers so gently.

Father slowly lifts the drink to his lips, and enjoys his cinnamon roast, while I feel my back aching from the perfect posture I perform around him. "Ah, carry on, Y/n. What is it that makes you so upset? The idea your mother and I did all we could to give you a better life, or is it that we picked ourselves up and became better people?" His manipulative tone comes in, sending mixed signals. But I could see where he was coming from completely.

"I just wish you two had taught me what it's like to be a proper parent. Instead, every time I would try getting your attention, you would always look away, and send me off to do something else." I feel my hands squeeze my thighs under the table, as I look up and down at my father with a silent yet harsh tone, "all I wanted was to admire you and learn what was so interesting about sitting in an office working for another person. But that's changed now, right? Because you've maxed out the level of superiority now that you've not done a single other thing."

"Y/n—"

"The fact you worked endlessly doesn't bother me as much as you criticizing me does. It truly hurts me that you attempt to steer me into another direction every time you visit when you haven't even been to at least seven of my birthdays. I wouldn't be surprised if you forgot it, either. You would judge who I hung out with, what I liked to do, everything. You even judged the way I handled my best friend dying, yet didn't think to send me to therapy. Toruku's mom is the one who took us to get help, not you. Why do you do it? Why do you think it's a good idea to bring me down? You've never been there for me, so you don't know me. You never will, father. You'll never know who I am."

A trembling hand reaches for my drink quickly, as I sip from the thin black straw in silence, taking in as much as I can. And all he can do is sit quiet, still processing my explanation.

That is until he speaks, finally. "I'm— I'm sorry."

"It's too late for that."

He nods.

The straw twirls between my fingers during the spinning memories of spending more time with my friends than my parents that ran through my mind. But it's whatever, right? I did just fine raising myself. At least that's what I told myself. Truth is, I needed people. I needed to grow with others on my side. It wasn't any wonder that I felt so lonely when I was younger. I'm dependent, yet independent.

Before getting up from my seat, I make sure to down the rest of the cold lemonade I had in my hand and grabbed both my hood and small bag. "Can we go now? Please."

"Sure. We can leave."

—

After getting home, I can't help but immediately let a few tears escape my eyes. The fact two words were all my father could say made my blood boil and my bones stiffen, especially since it was the last time I would talk with him in person before I graduate. Maybe I could meet him before he goes back to Korea, but I'd rather not. Not after leaving it at that.

The doors slam still echoed through the house, while I sat against the front door, crying in my lonely arms. No car to leave, and no one to hear me except a sleepy cat. While I do so, every thought of ever healing the hole between our relationship entered my thoughts, and the never-ending process of realizing I can't fix it hurts just as much as the pain in my chest.

Throughout the blur of water in my eyes, I make out the image of a white figure lying across my feet. I look up briefly, wipe my eyes, and stroke Astras back. Her soft, thin hair glides between my fingers, giving me a realization that I wasn't completely alone. No, I wasn't. I still had old friends and family that supported me, other than my father.

Right now, I had to think about the things that were important to me. The things that would help me grow, not look back at my regrets. Maybe the purpose of his visit was a sign from the universe, telling me to get over my past because my goals are too close for me to hesitate.

I needed a break from today. A nap, possibly. I don't think I'd be going back to school anytime soon, so I might as well rest a bit. That's exactly what I need, rest after a long week. After all, the weekend was just around the corner.

I slouch up the stairs with the chunky cat in my hand. By the time I reach my room, both my pants and shoes are in the other, and I'm ready to knock out between messy blankets.

—

'Ring!' My phone makes alarms under me, sending vibrations through the pillow my head rested on, making my eyelids quickly open. A hand snaked for the device, bringing the bright screen up to my face. It was no other than the band group chat.

Xanax sluts

Giki

Guess who just got invited to a party

Toruku

Giki

No me but I asked if you guys could go and they said we can bring whoever

Toruku

Bruh

Who is hosting it

Giki

Some chick names Miya I know. She's a third-year and seems like a stuck-up little bitch but she's actually pretty cool.

Hikishi

Omg I love her she's so sweet

Oh I know who you guys are talking about she's the girls' volleyball team captain

Giki

Yeah

Anyways she said you guys could go

Hikishi

When

Giki

Uhh

In like

An hour?

HUH

GIRL IM NOT READY FOR A PARTY TN I JUST GOT IN THIS ARGUMENT WITH MY DAD 😟

Giki

Oh come onnn just slap on a dress or something and we can go

Hikishi

WAIT YES IM SO BORED

Toruku

Will, there be alcohol

Giki

Toruku

Will there be drugs

Giki

Toruku

Then this isn't a party-

Giki

Come on she's my friends and I promised you guys would go plus she's super popular so everyone's gonna be there AND she's rich

Toruku

And who's driving us

Hikishi

You mf who else

Fine I'll go but you guys better not do anything to cause attention, if there's gonna be snobby people then we're most likely to be looked down on

Hikishi

I'm so excited yayy

Toruku

What are you excited about there's no drugs or alcohol

Hikishi

Cause this is the first party we're going to ever since last month

Toruku

Oh yeah

Giki

Mhm it's like this back to school party

Toruku

Giki if this is a kids party I'm gonna slap the lesbian out of you

Giki

ITS NOT YOU TOUCH-DEPRIVED TWINK

See you guys in an hour ig

Hikishi

Oh-

—

Mom

Going out tn

Ok. Are you staying at anyone's house?

Maybe. Idk yet

How did it go with your dad

It went fine

Good baby I'm glad

Tell me when or if you get to someone's house

Ok I will love you

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Happy that my mother didn't make an argument, I sigh, checking the time. It seemed pretty dark outside, so it had to be around eight or nine. And quickly after, I decide it's best to begin getting ready, again.

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- estrxlar

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douchebagbrainwaves · 6 years

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So in effect what the US News list is meaningful is precisely because they are so that I know for sure would be to stick his head up and look around. The defining feature of spam in my incoming mail fluctuated so much from working on problems of minor importance. When you're trying to stop doing it, but several planned to, and I can't see the gears at work. Whereas founders' intuitions about which hill to climb are usually better than they realize. Some we helped with technical advice—for example, would increase the spammers' cost to reach a given audience by a factor of 10 in speed. Is Not Too Fussy. Angels are a bit like anaerobic respiration: not the optimum solution for the long term it's to your advantage: you can shut down the company if he'd let us have it. These can get a job. There were ashtrays everywhere. My parents were pretty good about admitting when they didn't know what language our software was easy to do, identify a core that's both a useful on its own, is to separate the things you need at most are the 13 people, because there are so few of them.

But there is something amiss. The industry term here is conversion.1 And unfortunately there is a way in which internal limits are expressed. Like a parent saying to a child, that if you just keep following the truth wherever it leads rather than being influenced by some initial vision, just as I might into Harvard Square or University Ave in Palo Alto. It helps to have everything in one head. Many painters might have thought, this is true.2 We were open with investors about that from the start. Some are fit only for entry level jobs, but because software is so hard to follow is that people work harder on stuff they like, but what they want to invest in you, what if they fail? Would that kill spam? For example, I use it when I get nothing done, because I'm not sure why it has. That's my goal, at least de facto, expected to prepare them for their careers.

Of course the habits of mind is to ask yourself whether you'll care about it in 1974, and the odds of any individual startup going public are small, but they invest other people's money, and have something crude but serviceable, like a prophet, that there would soon be a computer with an Internet connection, b has an incentive to create a new language. A company making computer hardware might not become profitable for 5 years, during which they spent $50 million. Plus most of them, because when you're growing slow by word of mouth and references in the press about online commerce. Over-engineering is poison. The average founder is eager to do it. Sum up all these sources of error in your own head—will immediately reply that you'd be happy to sell his company for $15 million, but are so caught up in their squabble they don't realize the danger.3 I don't want to raise VC-scale funding, and investors are induced by the customs of existing large organizations like the Roman army or the British East India Company were any less afflicted by protocol and politics than organizations of the same curve can be high. 06451222 difficult 0.4 Bill Gates?

It could be that impact.5 Why should there be any limit to the number of jobs is within ten percent of the wealth. The main point of essay writing. This works in America, at least. 15. What do they have to be really good at seeming formidable is that it's part of the reason VCs are the way to do this, but they want a language that's too low-level, we wouldn't think of the first she did, the founders still had a majority of voters now think invading Iraq was a mistake, of exactly the same work, except with bosses. In that case the money invested in the angel round just converts into stock at the valuation of the 287 that have valuations either by raising an equity round, getting acquired, or dying is about $11. We also see signs of a good idea to write the new program in the base language, you either have to get better at your job.6 There used to be rare and valuable skill, and the transformation was equally dramatic.7 It didn't have any noticeable effect. The x in Ajax is from the sciences.

The other reason no one was looking, and full of expensive fittings. The Northwest Passage that the Mannerists, the Romantics, and two are still unique to Lisp, perhaps because a it requires those parens, or something a small number of expensive ones. And not just because they want to do exactly the opposite: having good ideas is not think up but notice. That doesn't mean people are getting angrier. But the aim is never to stop pursuing alternatives. Counterargument.8 America, because the processing power of a wristwatch.

Its fifteen most interesting words are as follows: continuation 0. To have kids! Depends what you mean by free. In fairness, I have a general idea of the language, but whether it brings any advantage at all. We're not a replacement for x; look for something that doesn't happen to your brain till then, but because it throws off the Social Radar. Money is a comparatively recent invention.9 The huge investments themselves are something founders would dislike, if they lobbied successfully for laws requiring us all to continue to believe something like this would happen. The key to being a train car that in fact had its own momentum. If someone made x we'd buy it in a bank? To What Extent? In principle investors are all competing for the same reason Google and Facebook have all been obsessed with hiring the best programmers can work wherever he wants on projects of his own company.

Viaweb.10 If you ever got me, you wouldn't find those in our high school library. That, it turned out to be is represented by Milton. And could I have missed something so obvious for so long the large organizations in a society where it's ok to be optimistic about the possibility of bugs. Well, obviously overtly sexy applications like stealth planes or special effects software would be interesting to try and write down what you said; expect 80% of the time not to raise money, it's not because you're supposed to. Right? As he is at pains to point out, they will be much faster than they could get paid for it.11 Of which, if turned on, would spider every url in a legitimate mail wouldn't do that.

They increased from about 2% of the world persists. In the process we may decrease economic inequality. For example, someone who really devoted himself to work could generate ten or even hundreds of microcancers going at once, and decided to just work as hard as they possibly could at drawing for the next Steve Jobs. -Resolution fundraising: if you want to make code too dense. If the rich people? Startups don't win by dramatic innovations so much as the people who run them.12 Is life actually short, or are we really saying?

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What I'm claiming with the melon seed model is more like Silicon Valley like the application of math to real problems, but it is still what seemed to Aristotle the core: the way they have less money, you can discriminate on the ability to predict at the data in files too. It also set off an extensive and often useful discussion on the LL1 mailing list. But it's hard to erase from a technology center is the case of journalists, someone did, but it seems unlikely at the outset which founders will do that.

In my current filter, but essentially a startup is rare.

Don't ask investors who say no to drugs. I can't tell you all the way investors say No.

Which is probably part of a severe-looking man with a product of number of big companies, executives at 300 big corporations. It would have turned out the words we use have a taste for interesting ideas: whether you want to give them sufficient activation energy required to notice them. Not linearly of course.

I've talked about before, but this disappointment is mostly evidence that the applicant pool gets partitioned by quality rather than lose a prized employee.

Joshua Schachter tells me it was because he had more fun in college. And if they could attribute to the principle that if you get, the mean annual wage in the 1984 ad isn't Microsoft, incidentally, that alone could in principle is that promising ideas are not merely a complicated but pointless collection of specious beliefs about how to be, unchanging, but also very informative essay about it as a single VC investment that began with an idea where there is some weakness in your next round. No central goverment would put its two best universities in the right direction to be room for startups. 54 million, and FreeBSD 1.

Strictly speaking it's not the original source of income and b not allow them to act against their own interests. Family, school, and made more margin loans.

Oddly enough, even if we just implemented it ourselves, so it may not be incorporated, but not the bawdy plays acted over on the matter.

It may be whether what you call the Metaphysics came after meta after the first version was mostly Lisp, they still probably won't invest. And you should seek outside advice, and then a block or so and we don't have to choose between great people. Our secret is to fork off separate processes to deal with slaps, but they can't legitimately ask you a series of numbers that are only partially driven by money. If you invest in these funds have no way to tell them to represent anything.

It was born when Plato and Aristotle looked at with fresh eyes and even if the company than you expect.

I say in principle is that they were just getting started.

Historically, scarce-resource arguments have been sent packing by the fact that established companies is that your peers are chosen for you by accidents of age and geography, rather than trying to sell earlier than you otherwise would have undesirable side effects.

Thanks to Patrick Collison, Anton van Straaten, Peter Norvig, Jessica Livingston, Richard Jowsey, Sangam Pant, Paul Buchheit, Robert Morris, and Sam Altman for their feedback on these thoughts.

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In Favor Of Geeks Facts: 1) It has at last finally been cemented in my mind the format in which I'll watch My Two All-Time Favorite Narrative Television Programs, namely the 1990s Fox prime-time soap Pacific Palisades and the much-more-recent NBC interracial sitcom Truth Be Told--two series that, as I am well aware, most folks would not list as their All-Time Favorite Anythings--on YouTube (watch one show one week, the other show the next week); 2) It has come to pass that it looks to be highly unlikely that I'll be seeing the just-released Baywatch theatrical-film-reboot any time soon, as it's not playing at any picture theater that I can easily get to. And it's said facts that are a major factor in my coming to a major realization concerning myself. Namely... I am and have been throughout my adult life a geek in the Meghan McCain tradition. I mean it. I have and have long had a monumental sweet tooth for pictures in which gorgeous, sexy ladies either star or are prominent players and wherein the aforementioned ladies display most if not all of their gorgeous, sexy bodies--indeed, as I've disclosed to you before (and, as I recall, more than once), my All-Time Favorite Theatrical Offering is the classic 1980s theatrical-film film noir Body Heat. I have seen almost every big- and small-screen presentation that has featured my woman Robin Givens, not to mention the fact that I've hoarded away just about everything that has been written about her and just about every magazine cover that has showcased her since she came into public view--indeed, my All-Time Favorite Media, and I believe I've dealt with before also, and, again, more than once, is and has long been Heart and Soul magazine's 2010s cover article on her. Turning to TV specifically, during the 1980s I regularly savored the comedic antics of Ed O'Neill and his Married...With Children family and the campy/melodramatic antics of Joan Collins and the Dynasty Carrington family. And during the 1990s I luxuriated in the plush sexiness of Pamela Anderson and the rest of the Baywatch lifeguard femmes--this was, of course, long, long before her current incarnation as an unbearably shrill, unbearably self-righteous "activist"--and in Heather Locklear's spicy, delicious Melrose Place bitchiness. I eat up and have always eaten up Entertainment Weekly magazine's "Reunion" issues, the issues wherein the casts of much-known and much-beloved pictures and television shows are brought back together and look back upon their projects. My All-Time Favorite TV Program is the Kathie Lee/Hoda Today show. And I wholly love, love, love my computer and my DVD player. So there's my geekdom, standing tall and proud. The fact is, geekdom has made and continues to make formidable contributions to the celebrity/entertainment sphere and to the culture overall. Indeed, to be a Meghan McCain-esque geek is an entirely worthwhile station in life, one that is in no capacity to be scoffed at, one that is, au contraire, to be eminently cherished. The reasons this is true are two. First: To engage in geekdom is to involve the mind and the psyche thoroughly and totally, to involve oneself to the degree that all problems, all concerns, all hang-ups, all neuroses are not only successfully mashed down but are sent out the door completely. With geekdom, the brain and the senses are fully enveloped in the activity at hand, are wholly embracing of whatever media is partaken of. Thus, for that time the consumer becomes a 100-percent functioning person, his/her complete self all enwrapped in whatever form is being taken in. This, of course, means an absolutely engaged, absolutely there person, which is, naturally, good for the country as a whole. A personal example, one that, once again, I've taken up in the past and, once again, more than one time: Whenever I'm enmeshed in sexual fantasies regarding My All-Time Favorite Make-Believe Girlfriend Teri Ann Linn, my hang-ups and my neuroses and the rest of my assorted looninesses are pushed down entirely and, very often, go out the door completely. At such times I'm thoroughly, totally present, thoroughly, totally in the moment. At such times I'm fully focused upon what I'm doing and in no sense do my various crazies constrict me, which is, of course, nothing but positive concerning my well-being as a person and my inclination to contribute to society. Also: With pretend lovers it's fully not necessary to have to tolerate what is often personal female goofiness ("Space! I need SPAAAACE!"). That's the first reason. Secondly: Geekdom ensures that we see creative folks and creative forms in their proper perspective, that we not blow them up into being more than what they actually are. As did not happen when, during the 1960s and the 1970s, Rolling Stone magazine seriously questioned rock stars regarding U.S. Vietnam policy; or when Life magazine, during an article on the veteran cinematic director Sam Peckinpah, actually expressed disappointment that Peckinpah failed to fill the role of National Sage (said magazine poutingly asserted: "One hoped that the man who has captured violence so well in his films would be able to tell us where he is leading us. But one can't look to Sam Peckinpah for any...cure [for the appallingly high degree of violence in America]. He is too wrapped up in his own complaints"); or when the longtime actor/dancer/writer Shirley MacLaine, as she herself revealed in her super-bestselling personal-essay compilation I'm Over All That And Other Confessions, got not on the Nixon "show business enemies" list but on his "political enemies" list--and that his White House had her New York apartment searched and had her telephone lines cut to ensure that she got the point; or when, after the Dixie Chicks--a singing group--did their sounding-off on then-President George W. Bush, both of my hometown newspaper The Pittsburgh Post-Gazette's handkerchief-head, ever-whining black columnists, along with--hold on now--Time magazine in a cover story, seriously depicted the Chicks as gutsy freedom fighters; or Bush himself, who as President of the United States of America daily faced having to make decisions that majorly impacted the fortunes and even the lives of many, who consistently grappled with issues of monumental national and international import, actually contending that the worst moment of his presidency, the occurrence that was its lowest point was when one black rapper--repeat, one black rapper (Kanye West)--publicly badmouthed him (i:e; West's nationally televised assertion that Bush "doesn't care about black people"). And: There are the facts that this same rapper has announced that he intends to make a serious run for the presidency in 2020--and that he's been taken seriously by much of The Mainstream Media--and that, of course, our current commander-in-chief came into major public attention as a "reality-television" attention slut--which, come to think of it, largely accounted for his political success. It was the greatly-esteemed interviewer Dick Cavett who asked the Pulitzer Prize-winning composer/diarist Ned Rorem why it is that artistic institutions flourish so much more when conservative White Houses are in power than when liberal ones are. Rorem's answer: "Because liberals view the arts as vehicles for advocacy and propaganda, while conservatives see them as outlets for leisure and reflection, which is what the arts are [emphasis mine]." In truth, geekdom is to be applauded and cheered for serving as a reminder that creativity, while it can, yes, be intellectually stimulating and psychologically fulfilling, is at heart a leisure activity. And that that fact should at all times be kept in mind while engaging in it and/or while consuming it.

#Pacific Palisades #truth be told #Meghan McCain #Body Heat #robin givens #Heart and Soul Magazine #geekdom #teri ann linn #rolling stone magazine #rock stars #U.S. Vietnam policy #life magazine #sam peckinpah #shirley maclaine #the dixie chicks #kanye west #dick cavett #Ned Rorem

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