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ttpincorrect · 2 years

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ttp characters but as my tweets because i think i am quite funny

wenceslaus

rupert

joan

percy

darling

amir

#ttp #the two princes #the two princes podcast #the two princes incorrect quotes #amir ttp #darling ttp #percy ttp #joan ttp #rupert ttp #wenceslaus ttp #follow me on twitter

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glubberr · 2 years

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Rupert in season 1:

Rupert in season 2/3:

Cecily:

Rupert's farther:

Me:

Darling:

Percy Jr.:

Literally everyone in the Heartlands(and show itself..kinda) :

When making Ttp:

#the two princes #ttp #rupert x amir #ttp rumir #rumir #ttp cecily #ttp rupert #ttp amir #ttp percy #ttp darling #the heartlands #ttp podcast #ttp pj #ttp percy jr

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missarafdraw · 2 years

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BACK WITH TTP!! more Rupert and Darling This idea is from discord just wanted to draw it

#The Two Princes #the two princes podcast #ttp rupert #ttp darling

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delicrieux · 4 days

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𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑫, 7. year one: up to mid october, 1972

pairing for this chapter—f!lestrange!reader x sirius black warnings for this chapter—sum swear & sirius being a prat word count—2.5k

a short awaited confrontation and a new friend.

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over the course of the month, it seems that the sight of you has become repulsive to sirius. he could not bear to look at you for more than it took to notice you in the crowd or to recognize your voice echoing before the body belonging to it reached him. he’d flee, usually, and refrain, in a completely un-sirius fashion, from making a gigantic scene. this would have been odd to you if only the pain of seeing his hastily retreating back wasn’t too much.

don’t be so harsh with me please, you’d want to tell him, i’ve done nothing but love you.

instead, “what. is. with. you,” and each word punctuated with an angry smack to his forearm. he glares, and he wiggles out the way of your unrelenting pursuit to beat him into submission. his friends watch frozen, stuck somewhere between amusement and desire to pull sirius back into the safe confines of the gryffindor tower. you will not allow them. not this time, at least, “you stuck up, insufferable—“

“piss off,” he nurses his bruises, though you aren’t strong enough to leave any.

you falter in your step, but the anger doesn’t die. he must know how his look wounds. he must. “piss off?” you parrot, and it rings much smaller and fainter than his had, “piss off? that’s all i get from you?”

“expect something different?” he bites, and bites, and bites, and he maims and mars until there is a thread between your hands and his heart thin as ivory wire. his eyes appraise and they dance and they hate, “why don’t you run back to your regulus.”

ah. there it is. the venom.

“sirius-“ james starts, and both of your glares cut him into two.

“shut up,” the both of you, again, together. you mirror his dark look and try to decide which words of the infinite welling quickly are most fitting. they sink with and through you; an anger and a hurt not meant to be felt by someone so inexperienced. when you and sirius argue, it is never as dire, even if it feels like it was. sirius never starts rows he cannot win, even if it’s him that loses most in the end, “family matter.”

james looks as though he’d rather be anywhere else but in the windy courtyard, shadowed by the cold arches of a loggia. peter, cheeks and ears burning, nervously rubs his hands together to dispel the cold. remus, already, is further ways down and watching, waiting for the rest to catch up. you won’t let them, not yet, not till you say your piece and abandon first, because father said the last word is always the winner.

you speak in french because you know he hates to hear it, because it reminds of home and you know he can’t stand home like he can’t stand you now, and it will hurt him, and it will make you happy, “regulus was right about you. you’ve become unthinkably cruel.”

he curls his lip, and it is with so much spite that it makes your teeth ache. his body rolls into itself, ready to explode and spit up his scorn all over your face. the insult must teeter on his tongue. you're more than ready for it. but something cracks and something flips and he reels back a bit, a show of restraint you thought him absent of.

"yeah, regulus, regulus always knows best, doesn't he?" your french mimicked in his mouth is dense, like syrup, "regulus, darling, regulus," a sneer that draws his lip to the high planes of his cheekbones, and a head tilting movement that is patronizing and obscene. it reminds you of his mother, "your regulus, isn't he the fucking best."

"he's not mine," you state tartly.

"hard to believe when he follows after you like a dog," he bites, and bites, and bites, but even through the layers upon layers, the soreness permeates and leaves you stricken into a stupor that only sirius can create, "listens and does everything you say. can't he think for himself. attached to your shoulder like some blithering pest."

you blink back the anger in your eyes. you are not going to cry, you tell yourself. if you do, then he will win, but he always does.

the boys stare at you. you don't know what to say. the feeling of it is tight and burns like an ulcer, "what has gotten into you? why do you hate me? i haven't-" your lips work through their turmoil, "-i haven't done anything to you."

he waves you off, dismissive. his hands tremble with some unspoken rage. "stop bothering me and go back to regulus. he's probably already looking for you."

the end of the conversation hangs heavily between you. sirius sniffs, and turns away in that blasé manner he always has with him, as if all life were a joke. his posture is too stiff and his features are too cold and he joins remus first as james and peter linger. you shake.

"i, uhm," james begins, but your glare silences him again. slowly, carefully, he nudges peter, "c'mon."

they leave, but james looks back. you miss it, head hung in defeat. your emotions threaten to burst free and splinter all over the stone. you think, in a hurry, how could you ever cover them up – with your hands, your body? is it the aftermath already, where everything is too obvious for pretence?

when it rains, it pours. it always has and you suspect it always will.

naturally, you are inconsolable. what a great big joke. no broom closet nor dusty cavern of the castle is familiar enough to hide in, and you cloak, despite its expanse, can hardly protect from sore eyes. the loo it is, locked in some stall and hiccupping. marzipan had mentioned finding a hufflepuff crying not a week in. she thought it amusing, and you did, too – who could ever abate decency and sob in the loo? what a terrible ploy for attention, had the girl expected consolation? no such could ever be found in marzipan, why, she said, and she said it proudly, she laughed quite loud and the crying stopped.

you would die on the spot if someone found you. it would feel like uncovering a horrible secret, being exposed in such a way. aren’t you a grown up? your birthday is soon, on a cold october night. grownups always breathe fine – besides your ditzy aunts – but you find there not being enough air. so much space and so little of it.

you fan yourself, and you heave, and in a tantrum you tussle out your cloak and throw it onto the gleaming white tiles. your cheeks burn and there’s an ache in the apex of your head. crying like this, over a boy, no less? sirius, of all? rabastan would point and laugh, point and laugh, point and laugh.

there’s a knock on your stall’s door and you nearly topple over in a scurry to silence yourself.

“hi, sorry,” the voice is unfamiliar, but it sounds kind, “are you alright?”

perfect, not only have you embarrassed yourself, you’ve aroused the suspicion of an idiot. there’s a gentle creak on the wood, as if a weight has settled. an ear, perhaps, pressed onto the surface, but for what?

you will your shaky hands to settle by your stomach. the fingers pinch and pool on the woollen fabric of your sweater. you gulp, but it gets stuck, and the silence stretches, so still.

“i-yes,” you manage. this won’t do, the tears cling to your mouth, “i’m, i'm okay.”

“do you need some water?”

if you weren’t so distraught, you’d delight at the curtsy. stupidity must be contagious because you shake your head.

“no, no,” you say after a pause.

“a tissue perhaps?”

“i'm fine,” seems you have managed to locate your wits. from some hellish depths, no doubt. swiftly, you retrieve your cloak, “thank you.”

“’s no worries,” the voice pipes. it belongs to a girl, you think, who doesn't budge, and, instead, waits. it seems your dramatics have riled someone. even the staff would scold your sorry condition, all snot and tears and shaking limbs – quite undignified, "can you tell me why you're crying?"

oh, merlin, how wonderful, the prodding and the poking and the horrible sympathy. are you so pitiable? perhaps. in this state. it's still hard to believe a complete stranger has found themselves so comfortable, "if i say i'm not crying will you go?"

the girl laughs, light and tittering. for a moment, it startles you, too, "not very likely."

the air remains stagnant, as if it's thick and spinning. the echoes of your sniffles bounce along the walls. you could tell her to piss off. you've heard it enough in the span of the last hour.

"i had a fight with my friend," you say eventually, "i think he hates me."

"did you do something to make him hate you?"

your forehead grazes the stall door. it leaves a cold spot and it makes you wince, "no."

"hmm," there is a sound of shuffling and more creaking, "well, then i wouldn't be very worried. he sounds like a dick, and what you need friends like that for?"

a great deal, actually. what did you think you were doing these years, clinging to his arm and curling into his bed when it rains? "what am i supposed to do?"

"beat him up, i imagine, and sort his sorry arse out."

you snort, though not very amused, "tried that."

"good start," you imagine her nodding and crossing her arms, "now, if i were you, i'd hex him into tomorrow and we'll never hear from him again."

"sounds wicked," you lament. the thought has crossed your mind, but revenge crumbles into some mushy, pitiful mess if you think on it too long.

"positively evil," she agrees. the silence returns, but it's comfortable, "i’ve got parchment in case you wanna practice curses."

a corner of your mouth quirks. your chest aches, but it's no longer full and painful, "that's alright, thank you."

"always wanted to be an accomplice," you hear the smile in her voice, "no trouble at all."

a final stretch of quiet. it allows you to breathe, really breathe, and pull yourself into order, as it were. it's no pretty sight, the state of you, but it no longer compares to how you first came in, a crying mess. when you open the stall, and face the girl for the first time, a kind face greets you. her brown skin is flush, hair twisted into two plaited horns that are gathered into a half bun, the rest pinned around her head. your nose twitches, itchy.

she grins, "there you are. no longer crying."

the cold from the running faucet burns against your cheeks. the face that peers back at you from the mirror is dishevelled. red-rimmed eyes and wet splotches all over. you grimace, "look like a sordid mess."

"well, yes, but, like a normal sordid mess. like, almost pretty normal," she stands behind. a red lion's emblem is embroidered into her uniform. she tilts her head, "like, i look way worse when i do it. at least you cry prettily."

"oh, you think so?" you turn to her, "no one's ever said that."

her nose wrinkles, but the mirth isn't gone from her eyes, "well, don't suppose you make a habit of sobbing in front of others. lest you wouldn't have barricaded yourself in the stall."

you hum, "quite the excellent point."

she flashes her teeth and nods proudly, "of course, got many," there's a slight silence where she appraises you, "you're lestrange, right? i've seen you in my classes," she asks as though she knows, and extends her hand for you to shake, "i'm dorcas. meadowes. gryffindor.”

“slytherin,” you respond, but shake her hand anyway.

“can tell,” dorcas says, that same lilt of a smile on her lips, “you wear it with pride.”

yes, of course, because that is what lestrange do. her family name is unrecognizable, but you don't think to wonder on it much further. her eyes are friendly and warm, and she takes to fixing the wayward strands of your hair while you dab a bit of tissue paper to your nose. a few seconds go by, and she glances at you from under the hair fallen onto her forehead, "i still have parchment, and we could still get you those curses down."

"haven't the ink to draw any, unfortunately," you reply.

"hm. next time then," dorcas decides for herself, and makes for the door, "think a walk to the kitchens might be in order?" she leaves her invitation open-ended, her gaze expectant, "could use a warm cinnamon bun."

you wonder about her, dorcas meadowes, with the shiny dark eyes and plaits and how well she talks to strange girls who cry in bathroom stalls. "alright," you accept, the smile on your face not as strained, nor sad, nor angry, "lead the way."

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iheartchv · 1 year

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2016/Bay! DARK TURTLES AU ... NSFW AUDIOS

Im sorry i couldnt resist ( \ ////w//// \ ) My turtles here are technically 18+ despite them being created after the 2016 movie; they are sexually mature. If you're new to my AU click this link😈🐢💙💜❤🧡

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yhikikox · 4 months

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It's not how you'd do it. It's about how your predecessors did it. What mistakes did they make? What successes helped them evade suspicion?

Don't search: best po!sons - no, that gets you flagged. Search for the po!soners. Search for the traces of the past.

In the end, when it comes to taking your darling, you only have one chance. Over-eagerness will be the death of you. I know it hurts to wait. But it must be perfect.

And you're not alone. There's an entire community of people devoted to giving and helping people like you. Sure, it's not right out in the open, but I was able to find them.

As I wait for someone to come get me, I'd be very disappointed if I see them just come and knock on the door. Like there's a window right there!! And it's cracked open?? And I have a ladder nearby?? Seriously?

All jokes aside, there's so much resources that I'm drowning in information. Just dive in, I suppose.

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the-marjorie · 10 days

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIsn’t it amazing how people can feel like home?

My adored kids, ayaya, cepot, noRAAA, jojo, and all the cherished peryujinan members,

ྀི﹌﹌﹌⁠ ྀི﹌﹌﹌⁠ ྀི﹌﹌﹌⁠ ྀི﹌﹌﹌⁠ ྀི﹌﹌﹌⁠ ྀིྀི

Oh, how the memories of that fateful day we met still dance vividly in my mind, like a melody that plays on repeat. It was a serendipitous encounter that ignited a spark within me, a spark that has since blossomed into something truly extraordinary. From the moment our paths crossed, alongside the rest of our mischievous Peryujinan troupe, i knew that life would never be the same again.

You guys, with your playful spirits and boundless zest for life, have become the very essence of sunshine in my world. Your presence fills each day with a warmth and brightness that i never knew i was missing. And oh, how i’m grateful for you all! Your portrayal of our beloved Ryujin is nothing short of enchanting, weaving tales of magic and wonder that captivate the hearts of all who witness them.

As we celebrate another year of your delightful existence, i simply cannot help but express my deepest gratitude. Thank you, my beloved Ryujins, for gracing my life with your presence. Thank you for the laughter, the joy, and the endless moments of bliss that you bring into my world. Your dedication to your craft, your unwavering commitment to our Ryujin, fills me with awe and admiration. On this special day, as we raise our glasses to toast to another year of your brilliance, know that my love for you knows no bounds.

catatan harian umi, [aku sayang bgtbgtbgt sm kalian wahai ryujin2ku yg kucinta mmmm. tetap jadi temanku, jadi anak-anakku yg manyis cantik baik hati yg menyebalkan tp ttp jadi kesayanganku selalu ya!!! i pray that God showers upon you all the happiness and blessings you truly deserve. i love you guys soooo much, happy bgt ketemu kaliaaaan ol love u.]

Happy birthday, my darling kiddos. May your day be filled with laughter, love, and all the magical moments your hearts desire. Here's to many more adventures together, and to the countless memories yet to be made. I love you all more than words could ever convey. ❤︎

Much much love, kala.

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kesvinuoc · 1 year

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UOC - PAC 2: Kevin Boix - Plataformas de Distribución de Contenido

Enlace a la creatividad:

Watch my Powtoon: PAC 2 Kevin Boix

Explicación genérica sobre el vídeo, conclusión:

En el vídeo he intentado explicar qué es el producto, para qué sirve y las funcionalidades que tiene, resolviendo en gran medida las preguntas que formula la PAC 2, quizás podría haber matizado en más aspectos técnicos como por ejemplos los protocolos, códecs y formatos, pero rompía con la dinámica que quería darle, mi objetivo ha sido el dinamismo, los gráficos y el menor texto posible, una narrativa que acompaña al producto desde el inicio hasta su fin.

• ¿Qué es una PDC y cuál es su utilidad?

Las PDC son herramientas que te permiten almacenar distintos tipos de información, a la vez de mejorar la velocidad de respuesta para tus peticiones, se utiliza para distribuir y administrar tu contenido digital en diferentes dispositivos, te permitirá enviar de manera eficiente tu contenido multimedia en línea.

Sus funcionalidades son las siguientes:

- Publicación y distribución de tu contenido en línea

- Gestión, organización y análisis de tu contenido

- Integración con las otras plataformas de marketing digital

• ¿Cómo estará estructurada tu PDC?

Interfaz de usuario

Base de datos de contenido

Sistema de gestión de contenido

Motor de entrega del contenido

Analítica y reportes

• En cuanto al contenido multimedia de tu PDC, qué tecnología de publicación audiovisual va a utilizar, los protocolos de live streaming que usará, así como los formatos y códecs de vídeo y audio.

Utilizarán los siguientes protocolos:

HTTP Live Streaming (HLS)

WEBRTC

SRT

CMAF

Utilizará los siguientes códecs de audio y video:

H.264/AVC

V9P

AV1

• ¿Con qué plataformas web de live streaming será compatible?

Twitch, Youtube Live, Facebook Live, Instagram Live, Periscope, Vimeo Live, DLive, Streamlabs

• ¿Cómo reduces la latencia a la hora de la entrega de contenidos?

Mejora de los protocolos de comunicaciones que participan en el mecanismo de distribución: popularización de protocolos de baja latencia como WebRTC, SRT, CMAF y la versión de baja latencia de HLS.

Mejora de un modelo aún más distribuido basado en el peer-to-peer streaming (P2P streaming), en el que se combina el multicast con el servicio peer-to-peer (P2P) consiguiendo que todos los participantes puedan hacer de clientes y también de servidores.

Bibliografía:

[Enlace WEB][Autor: Max Wilbert][Año de publicación: 2022] https://www.dacast.com/blog/codec-basics-for-online-video-audio-and-live-streaming/

[Enlace WEB][Autor: Emily R.][Año de publicación: Sept 15 - 2022] https://getstream.io/blog/streaming-protocols/

[Enlace WEB][Autor: www.cloudflare.com][Año de publicación: 2023] hhttps://www.cloudflare.com/es-es/learning/cdn/what-is-a-cdn/ttps://getstream.io/blog/streaming-protocols/

[Enlace WEB][Autor: uoc][Año de publicación: 2023] https://campus.uoc.edu/annotation/ddbf7c1f5634691bcd72493d666ffe95/928054/PID_00278877/PID_00278877.html#w31aac11c35b5

[Enlace WEB][Autor: Vishal Sharma][Año de publicación: Septiembre 2022] https://www.vdocipher.com/blog/video-cdn

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strawberijasper · 3 years

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I uh... was talking to my friend last night and this happened... please ignore how weird the drawings look.

#the two princes podcast #the two princes #ttp #percy ttp #darling ttp #darling x percy #darcy #darling hogs the blanket you can’t convince me otherwise #it’s canon idc what Kevin says

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spoopdeedoop · 4 years

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ttp s3 in a nutshell (spoiler alert)

darling: *exists*

darling: *flirts with rupert*

rupert: amir you’ve been very quiet today.

amir: no one plans a murder out loud.

#ttp #the two princes #source: google #the two princes podcast #amir ttp #rupert ttp #darling ttp #the two princes season 3 #aaaa #prince darling #prince rupert #prince amir #I'M STILL SCREAMING GET OVER IT I STG

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ttpincorrect · 2 years

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percy: what if the person who named walkie talkies named everything? cecily: pregnancy tests are maybe babies rupert: socks are feetie heaties darling: forks are stabby grabbies amir: defibrillators are heartie starties wenceslaus: nightmares are dreamy screamies joan: you are disappointments

#ttp #the two princes #the two princes podcast #percy ttp #cecily ttp #rupert ttp #darling ttp #amir ttp #wenceslaus ttp #joan ttp #the two princes incorrect quotes

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miss-kookiio · 1 year

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