#like we are over the router so it works up here

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Character Analysis - SMG4

Hello, my fellow SMG4 fans. This is the first character analysis I'm doing. Today, I'm gonna share my thoughts about the Meme Man himself, SMG4. 😊

SMG4 is a Meme Guardian who came from a USB flash drive that crashed into the Mushroom Kingdom. There, he had no idea where he was and what he was supposed to do. He used to be bitter enemies with SMG3, but over the course of the entire SMG4 series, the two of them seem to get along just fine with each other. So with that out of the way, let's begin the Character Analysis. 😊

SMG4 is the main protagonist of the series, as well as being the leader of the SMG4 Crew, and one of the four characters to have two new designs, with the others being SMG3, Boopkins and Meggy. He, along with Three, used to be Mario recolour. But after the events of The Lawsuit Arc, had a complete design overhaul to better match the merchandise of the entire SMG4 series.

SMG4 is a fair skinned individual who wears white overalls, brown shoes, a blue long sleeved shirt, a blue hat with his custom emblem and white gloves. He sports black hair and blue eyes to look sort of like his poster design.

In WOTFI 2023, SMG4 wore a spy outfit that consisted of a blue sleeveless jacket, a white long sleeved shirt, a blue bowtie, black pants and dark grey shoes. He also wore light grey gloves, had no hat and wore a Rizz Watch, which remained in the Neutral Zone for most of the special.

Throughout the course of the entire series, including the Showgrounds Saga, SMG4 has played the role of The Straight Man. He may seem like a relaxed guy at first, but sometimes he gets a bit ticked off whenever Mario sometimes got on his nerves.

An example was shown in the first video after WOTFI 2022 - Mario Screws in a Lightbulb. Here, we see Four getting mad because Mario wasn't keeping the ladder still. This is after SMG4 was redesigned into a "CocoMelon Looking Ass Design", as put best by SMG3.

The Perfect Video

Starting with "SMG4, Are You OK?", it was just a normal video, until SMG3 got popular because of his stream reaching a tonne of views. Here, Four was determined to beat Three. After the course of that video, Three's advice of "Quantity Over Quality" made Four go into a Sanity Slippage, where the Meme Man was trying to work on his "perfect video".

In "Mario Goes to Ohio", we see SMG4, still looking pretty normal, popping out of hi sroom when Mario tells him that they're going to Texas. SMG4, however, says that he can't go, as he's working on a special video. Mario, angry at this, says that making videos has never stopped the Meme Guardian. However, SMG4 says "Not this one. This one's gonna be different..." in a creepy tone, which means his sanity is slowly slipping away from him.

In "Mario Steals the Constitution", SMG4 is still in his room, looking rather ragged, still working on the video. He mutters a phrase that's familiar to all of us; "It's gonna be perfect. It's gonna be perfect. It's gonna be perfect". That line alone scares the audience as we become worried about him.

Then, we go to the "Mar10 Day" episode, and that's when shit really hits the fan. 😟

After Meggy knocks Wario into the WiFi router, the Internet gtts disconnected. And THAT is the final straw for SMG4. He bursts out of his room, screaming the line "SHUT UP!!! CAN YOU ALL SHUT UP?!?! LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE!!!". As Wario looks up at him, Mario is just happy that Four finally came out of his room.

SMG4 then causes chaos at the party, highly frustrated at the others for causing so much noise. He screams at them to "GET OUT!!!!!" and shouts the mantra that everyone had dreaded since "Mario Steals the Constitution". The guests all leave in a panicked state, as SMG3 points out that everyone just wanted to celebrate Mario's special day, only for SMG4 to snap back and shout "NONE OF YOU UNDERSTAND THE WORK I DO!!!". He then reconnected the WiFi router and tells everyone to leave him alone.

Mario: But, SMG4... The main event -

SMG4: JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!!! 😡

Man, that cut us deep in the feels there.

During the announcement trailer for the IGBP movie, we see SMG4 looking more insane than ever. It felt like he was being controlled by a strange entity. Also note that he has a complete redesign overhaul here. The animation in this part was more fluid and smooth compared to the GMOD animation used beforehand.

The "It's Gotta Be Perfect" movie explains everything. It shows us that SMG4 was corrupted by a Demon-like keyboard that controlled him and forced him to finish his perfect video. By the end of the movie Four gets free from the keyboard's powers and escapes unharmed, along with SMG3.

After the events of the movie, which resulted in Peach's castle being permanently destroyed, SMG4 decided to make it up to everyone by building a new castle, which looks amazing by the way.

In War of the Fat Italians 2023, we see SMG4 and SMG3 working together as a team to get the Sussy Notebook back from Mario and Marty. It was successful and the ending was wholesome as heck.

And that's my character analysis. It's a bit of a long post, but you get the idea.

Character Analysis on SMG3 coming up next. 😊

#SMG4 #long posts #character analysis

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for someone who get's a lot of connection failed pop-ups I think there should be more and here are some exampels

we're sorry you can't connect Mammon sold the router again (yes Lucifer has been informed don't worry)

you can't connect to the game because Levi is downloading a new game (yes we know it has been hours)

we're sorry but the router cable is broken because Satan sneaked a Cat in and it needed something to play (yes he took it out before allowing the cat to play)

Asmodeus found a beauty routine where he needs the router it might take some hours

Beel accidently ate it again he's sorry and promised it won't happen again (why was it in the kitchen anyway?)

Belphie wanted to try it out as a pillow but it wasn't good enough so he threw it away (yes we already sent someone to retrieve it)

Diavolo took it with him because he wants Mc to come over(Lucifer looks like he regrets everything)

Barbatos accidently spilled tea on it (don't worry he already made a fresh pot and replaced everything)

Solomon accidently turned it in to a frog (Lucifer told him to catch it and turn it back, otherwise...)

someone allowed Simeon on the router and he somehow managed to destroy it (please get Lucifer)

Luke accidently stepped on the router (it fell down while the Brothers where teasing him)

Server Maintence:

we're sorry for the inconvenience but Cerberus got lose in the server room (Lucifer has already been informed and is on his way)

Mammon wanted to sell the server room but Lucifer stopped him (yes he did plan to sell the entire room no we do not know how this would work)

Satan asked Lucifer for a cat but he said no again and Satan needed a place to let his anger out and his choice was the server room

Asmodeus uses the server room as his new wardrobe (he says the lightning is good) and we can't use it until he is done

Beel tried to eat the server room (no we do not know why)

Belphie fell asleep in the server room and we had to shut everything of so he doesn't overheat

Diavolo accidently unleashed Cerberus in the server room (how did he get Cerberus? we don't know)

Barbatos is just here to clean up after Diavolo

Solomon cursed the entire room and until we figure out how to lift it we can't access it

who allowed Simeon in here??? get him out before-! and he somehow shut all the servers down

we do not know why Luke is here or how he got here but he refuses to let us in until we get him Simeon

#obey me! #obey me #obey me shitpost #obey me shall we date #obey me incorrect quotes #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #obey me brothers #obey me lucifer #lucifer avatar of pride #obey me mammon #mammon avatar of greed #obey me leviathan #leviathan avatar of envy #obey me satan #satan avatar of wrath #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus avatar of lust #obey me beelzebub #beelzebub avatar of gluttony #obey me belphegor #belphegor avatar of sloth #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke

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Hi Grey! Can I submit a request for Kaleidoscope Series: Love Me Now, Love Me Never Chapters. Scene #24 and #73.

[Gentle Affection Collections]

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Reader

[Gentle Affection Collections]

Request 24 & 73 [ List is here ]

giggly cuddles & tracing patterns on their stomach

Notes & Warning: fluff, cuddles after work, whiny Satoru, Word Count: 1.5k

"Satoru always gives me the vibes of randomly coming up to you to do some weird quizzes he found in the internet. I hope you like this, thank you for joining!" —Grey,

Quiz

You've been working since lunch until the day has turned night. Consequently, today is one of the rare days Satoru got a day off.

"Bunny, can I have my cuddles now? Please?" He leaned on the door frame, mustering the most polite whine he could ever do. Satoru's been waiting for you forever but you don't seem to have any intentions of finishing up and finally giving him the attention and love he deserves. The thought of it makes your beau pout, feeling down and lonely.

"In a minute Baby." Still unaware that the man is just a few feet away.

Satoru groaned, glaring at the screen of your laptop, the half devil in him tempted to pull out the router. But he's not just going to get a beating for destroying your hard work. He just really needs attention.

Unable to resist no more he sauntered into the room and positioned himself behind you, leaning down to wrap an arm around your shoulders whilst his cold lips press on the junction of your neck feeling your shudder from the heat of his breath.

"Bunny, please? I'm cold." Satoru shut his eyes, a crease on his temples formed as he tries to intake your faint floral scent. "Bed now, please?" He pleaded with a little whimper that never fails to pinch your heart and conscience.

The tapping on the keyboard finally halted, and the sound of the laptop shutting down was the signal. Your chair turned around and met his puffed cheeks and sad eyes. With a heavy sigh, your cold tired hands held his wrist, gently rubbing in silent apology.

"Okay," you whispered and roused up from the chair to stretch your stiff muscles while Satoru opened his arms to catch you. "Sorry about that, I already finished the last one." You buried your face into his hard chest, inhaling the masculine musk and faint scent of your floral shampoo sticking all over him

"What made you want to have a second date with me?" He read aloud with a devious smile pilfering over his lips.

After a quick bath, the two of you ended up doing couple quizzes for fun. That's how you ended up on the bed, with your back against the headboard and Satoru sitting between your legs with his head laying over your stomach. Your fingers are carded through the thick locks of Satoru's mane, you know he loves to feel your nails run through his scalp, and to his undercut, it makes him feel drowsy, and safe in your hold.

"Coz the cheesecake in the cafe we went to on our first date is heavenly so I wanted to visit again."

"You dated me for food? Excuse you." He turned around and accused you with his glare. "And here I thought you really liked me back then!"

"Hey," you giggled. "But I love you more now, compared back then."

The pout on Satoru's lips melted away, his head bashfully turned back to the screen with a bashful smirk on his lips at your declaration. You could try to fool him but the certain memory of your blush and awkwardness on your first dates tells otherwise.

"Really?" Satoru laid on his belly and rested his chin on your stomach. A childish grin now stretches on his lips. The teasing glint of his eyes trained on your serene countenance. "You love me more than..." He hummed to himself, thinking of things that you like. "More than your pancakes with heavy whipped cream and strawberries?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"Just answer me."

"Of course, I love you more."

Satoru pursed his lips but after staring at your raised brow he cannot hold back the giggle.

"Yeah, I know you love me most," he claimed with a smug look on his face.

Your hands in his hair pulled back a bunch of his locks in revenge for the teasing making him grunt and still lay on your tummy.

"Then what made you ask me to go out with you?" It's your turn to ask.

"Coz you looked hot in your suit and tie," he croons making you roll your eyes at the superficial reasoning. "Like Baby, have you seen yourself in the mirror when you work? I bet you didn't" he slurred, pushing your shirt upward to expose your cute tummy. The cold wind made you shiver accompanied by the languid stroke of Satoru's finger against your sensitive skin.

"'Toru!" You warned, covering your mouth to stop your giggles from the tickles running up to your spine. "That tickles!"

"You look hot as hell," Satoru whispered, fingers tracing the letters H... O... T on your trembling skin. His lips quirk as you squirm and try to pull away gasping for air.

"Have you seen yourself frown and put your hands on your hips? When your brows furrow I could feel the hair on my nape stand up." Satoru found your belly button, littering cute kitten nips and bites on the sides as his hand gripped your waist in position. "You make me giddy and bothered whenever you do that." He purred with fingers tracing nonsensical shapes over your ticklish belly.

"You're just needy, stop that," you hissed but eventually whined when you cannot hold back the giggles from the shuddering sensation on your belly. "Satoru!"

Smirk dawn over your man's lips as he toys with your exposed skin while firmly gripping you to stay in place with his chin on your navel blowing hot breath to add in the teasing. He's proud of the beads of tears moistening your lashes and the gasping giggles of yours falling past your lips. Precious, he thinks.

"What? You want more?" He grins.

You vehemently shake your head and lean your head to the side and catch your breath. Satoru chuckled at your exhausted figure. Dropping one long sweet kiss on your trembling belly button he hoist himself up until his chin found the valley of your bosom and laid there, feeling the way you breathe in and out.

"Just so you know I meant everything that I said." Satoru hums, searching for your eyes.

You exhaled and stared back at him. Your hands resume running through the arctic looks of Satoru's.

"Y'know," you hummed. Satoru innocently raises his brows. "You look hot in your sweatshirts too." You trailed your eyes downward. Your fingers found the tip of Satoru's chin, tilting them up. He pliantly followed the guide of your fingers to expose his neck to your hooded eyes. "Especially your collarbones." You bite your lips as the juncture of his chest appeared before you and giggle unabashed.

"Just my collarbones?" Satoru whispered, a cloud of emotion flickered past before you could register them.

"Just your collarbone." You repeated and immediately regretted it. Satoru's eyes glinted and before you could try to struggle he already pounced and pinned you down. "Satoru! Get off!"

"Just my collarbones huh? Just because I didn't pull you back in the bed this morning, you forget already?" Your body throbbed and writhe when Satoru peppered nips and bites over your struggling frame. The echo and pitches of your gasping breaths and giggles accompanied by his teasing and chomping went on until you tapped all breathlessly, trying to crawl away, panting for dear oxygen.

"That should teach you," Satoru smirked and laid on his back, turning your positions around as you are now the one laying on top of him. Your eyes closed and your breathing finally slowed down. He fondly strokes your hair whilst rubbing your back with his other hand. Spending your left energy on laughter. It didn't surprise Satoru as your eyes gradually drop in drowsiness.

With your cheeks smooched against his warm stomach, you drift to the haze of dreamland. Subconsciously smothering your face as if burying yourself deeper against him. Satoru can't help but find you adorable like a bunny. Now that his exhausted bunny has finally tired out the rest of her strength it's his turn to bask in your presence after patiently waiting the whole day to hold you in his arms.

"Sleep tight, Baby."

—GreyCaelum

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

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Sorry About The Inconvenience

[Find other stories from the 2024 Friday Writing Challenge here]

The sun went out one day. Woke up one morning and it was nowhere to be found. You would think that the winter solstice would have something to do with that, but it was eleven in the morning by the time you checked again, and there was still no sun climbing over the horizon. The streetlights down the road were out too and everyone was walking about in flashlights and phones. It could not have been a solar eclipse either; there had been no warning for one, and most importantly – they do not last this long.

Maybe it was better to just admit that the sun, simply, had disappeared.

But it is not fair to say it disappeared. Stars go out all the time; such is theorized in deep fields of academia whose job is to look at the stars all night long. “Must be nice for them now,” mom said, “they can work during the day too.” You nodded and got out in the street, because, truth be told, you did still have that telescope stashed away in the garage, under a bunch of cobwebs and cardboard boxes labelled with letters you did not remember writing. It was a gift from her, acquired for your seventh birthday. You liked to gaze the stars that night, and then you kept it as an heirloom of their kindness for the next thirty-forty odd years. And now that it was properly unwrapped from plastic sheets and set up again for the first time in decades, you got it set on the stars blinking overhead, all in an effort to find the star that blinked closest to us.

The neighborhood soon started to gather around. Maurice was there, of course; he always claimed to be an expert in matters of the moon and the sun – neither to be found at the present moment. He chased eclipses around the world, successfully attending several, and he was near certain this was not one of them.

You shrugged. You would hope so. You could not imagine a world without light. You recalled mom’s plant by the windowsill; she had it for eleven years now. She loved her little dude so much. It kept her company as she worked from home on the sunny days and the rainy days and even the stormy ones. Those were the worst as the internet would cut out and make her upset over her inability to understand that you could not, in fact, slap the router to make it work again. Because it did not work like the old boxy cable television. No, a kick worked better.

“And you think we will find it again?”

Old-man Jenkins and his wife, Martha, joined you the next day, who taught in the primary school up until twelve years ago and now tried to enjoy a mostly-retired life. He still carried with him a fascination for space that most old men his age harbored from when they had witnessed the moon landing as kids. It was charming to listen to him talk about the reverence he held and still hoped to pass onto others-

“Also you call this a bean dip? It barely has any BEANS!”

-even if his grumpy ways got worse with his old age. You sighed. The bean dip had no beans because it was not a bean dip. It had lentils. You still could not understand how the old man confused the two.

“I still do not understand why you don’t cook something simple for once,” Jenny, from accounting, added; an old friend, an older crush, and an even older thorn in your rear.

“Well, they are healthier,” you argued, tossing another pistachio shell over the rooftop. Only half the houses now had lights on, even if it was merely noon. The electrical company was reported to have been unable to cope with the sudden demand, and a blackout had been hastily and unexpectedly scheduled. Meanwhile, mom had bought a generator on a whim last summer after that horrid thunderstorm had smitten the neighborhood. This was now the only house with a lamp turned on. And, as an added bonus, it had a premium view to the stars above too.

The balcony was spacious enough to hold a black metallic table with a white marble top and some fancy black metallic chairs (a gift from Grandma Nia that your parents could not keep in their tiny apartment anymore). It had to be pushed back to the wall, and old-man Jenkins and his wife, Martha, sat patiently, waiting for their turn to look through the telescope. Jenny was the one using it now. She looked curiously, her eyes filled with wonder; it had been long since a genuine smile like that had been painted over her face. And one of frustration too; the big guy was nowhere to be found. She argued you had not set the telescope right. She left after she stole a platter of bean dip with her, which you still argued was made of lentils and should not be called one.

She would be back the day after tomorrow as it was now the weekend and the sun was still to be found. Old-man Jenkins and Maurice had been exchanging theories all night long – a considerably longer time than one would believe given how long this night had already lasted. Once the battery drained out, they would pop in a new one with their freshly brewed coffee and exchange more ideas on what happened to our sun. Maybe it was stolen actually, and aliens held it hostage. Maybe it blew up and this was the afterlife. Maybe it just dimmed.

“Why would it dim, dimwit?”

“Well,” Maurice argued back, sipping his espresso, not realizing the clock said it was supposedly two in the morning, “ever heard of a white dwarf?” Old-man Jenkins nodded. “Ever seen one up close?” Old-man Jenkins now shook his head. “Me neither! So we COULD be witnessing a white dwarf now!”

Old-man Jenkins delivered a slap to Maurice’s head. It landed with the same thud Maurice dropped his piece of wisdom – very loudly, and without a hint of intelligence behind his actions.

“And you’re telling me these two come and bicker every day at your place?” Jenny asked bemusedly.

“Yep.”

“Are you that starved for miscommunication?”

“Beats thinking about anything else, really.”

She sipped on her cup of tea and nodded. It had not taken too much fiddling to position the telescope right actually back on the first day, nor did it take too much guesswork to realize where it should have been pointing. A hazarded guess was that the sun would actually still be out there, but that it just happened to be completely dim.

Instead, there was nothing to be found, no matter the time of the day.

You sighed as you leaned over the edge, letting the nightly breeze wash over you once more. A lone telephone pole stood across the street, and a single light was open. People walked around with flashlights on; from phones, from torches attached to the belt or the hat. Some braver ones attached them to their front pockets of their shirts, but soon realized that they were too small and would fall on the ground. One such pocket torch fell with a particularly loud crack, like a mirror shattering. The expletives were plenty. Jenny chuckled as she slid next to you.

“At least,” she said, turning herself around and looking back up to the night sky, “it is pretty.” You turned to look with her. Thousands of millions of billions of stars overhead – all blinking in and out of existence.

You blinked back to earth. There was a man in an ill-fitting orange jumpsuit standing underneath the telephone pole. He carried a briefcase. He kicked his feet on the ground and he started walking forward, crossing the street and making his way to the other side.

To your house.

To your door.

The man in the orange jumpsuit arrived at the front door. You all watched him from the balcony, ringing the same bell that had a clear label stating it was out of service repeatedly.

“Think he wants you?” your mom asked.

“I mean,” you replied, “nobody else lives here. Would be weird if he rang the wrong person.”

“Should we go downstairs about it then?” Maurice asked.

Old-man Jenkins slapped him on the back of his head again. “What, you eager to be on the headlines first thing in the morning tomorrow? Local dumbass opens door to stranger, six dead, killer at large?”

You shrugged. “Beats staying in the dark about it.”

“EXCUSE ME!”

Everyone looked down. The man in the orange jumpsuit had a longer face than you would expect one man to have. “Will you let me in?” he asked again, gentler this time.

“Why?”

“I am a representative of the Sunlight Company!”

“The what?”

“He means the electrical,” mom explained.

You turned back again down. “I paid it yesterday!”

The man checked again. “No, it says you have not.”

“Are you sure you got the right building?”

He looked around, without a flashlight. He seemed to know what he was doing. “No!” Evidently, he was not. “Everything looks the same to me.”

“You’re not from around here, are you?”

“No.” He looked again back on his paper. “Are you Mister Jonathan Harry Klinger?”

“Th-the President? No, he’s at the capital!”

“Well… This is addressed to you still, sir.”

“Are you sure you’re not pulling our leg?”

“I… cannot? I am on the ground and you are upstairs.”

You took a step back. Everyone followed suit. You stared at each other, looking expectantly at one another for answers.

“I think we should give him a chance,” mom argued. You turned to look at her with a side-eye. “He looks like an honest young man, but just a little confused.”

“You do not look human,” mom said later as she opened the front door. You held a rolling pin, whilst Jenny held a pitching fork. Maurice had grabbed a frying pan. And old-man Jenkins had his revolver on hand; his wife, Martha, carried it for him in her purse.

The man in the orange jumpsuit grabbed his face in a moment of panic, fixing up a wrinkle in a hurry. Had you seen him, you would have believed he had left his zipper down. “I am sorry about that; company policy, but they do not invest in proper critter generators.”

“I understand,” you lied through your teeth, loosing the grip on your rolling pin. There was a hint of truth, however; you had done customer support in the past, you can relate to a man struggling with a confused customer that made contact with a piece of technology they had no interest in understanding.

“So,” the man in the orange jumpsuit began. “Your planet has been overdue in its payment, so we had to turn the lights off.”

“And how much is the damage?”

The man in the orange jumpsuit who desperately tried to keep his legs straight and together looked back into the piece of paper. He turned to look back to you. “Oh I assure you, there is no damage! The star has simply been stored in a temporary pocket dimension until the rent has been paid back in full, along with interest. Thusly,” he took a breath and a quick glance on the paper; old-man Jenkins, who had graded many students in the past, would have failed him. “You owe the Company 314’496 Units.”

“Oh, that does not sound good dear,” your mom said as you ruffled through your wallet. Instead, all you had was a couple dollars and a dollar store coupon.

“How much is that in human money?” you said as he took a fancy calculator out next.

“What is your currency called?” he asked you back.

“Dollars.”

The man in the orange jumpsuit sighed with a gravelly voice; if you had not been observing his mouth, you would easily think it was a lawn mower revving up to go at full speed for an early and refreshing five in the morning lawn mowing that was specifically aimed to get you up and running on a Sunday. “There are twenty-five types of dollars in your planet.”

“American,” Jenny added.

The man contorted his face into a smile now. It seemed genuine enough for you to return the gesture. He seemed pleased with himself for getting the expression right this time. He pressed a few more buttons, and a few more raggedy clanking sounds came out, and the calculator spat out a piece of paper; a receipt that the man in the orange jumpsuit handed to your hands.

“Your rent is 78 cents in American Dollars, sir.”

You stared back at the man in the orange jumpsuit. You reached into your pocked and picked up some spare change you still happened to have from the kebab shop you visited earlier. You handed them over to him without counting. He was surprised, astounded even, much like a child whose father shows him how multiplication works.

“We are terribly sorry about the inconvenience,” the man in the orange jumpsuit added, handing you back the leftover change. You insisted on him keeping these coins, for his hard and meticulous work. You hazard, at least, that such work is hard and meticulous, and possibly arduous. “Your star will be back tomorrow.” The man in the orange jumpsuit left. You all turned to look at each other in disbelief, and next thing you know he was truly gone. He could not have turned right nor left without being still visible. Maurice sat down by the nearby chair.

“Screw the sun,” he said, plucking out his pin from his jacket. “Aliens are real…”

He departed soon thereafter, after old-man Jenkins and his wife, Martha, had left first. Jenny was the last one left. “You think this man in the orange jumpsuit was honest?”

“Well,” you said, “he only cost me eighty cents or so.”

She chuckled. “See you tomorrow morning.”

You went back to sleep. It was four in the morning.

Three hours later, sunrays hit your eyes through the blinds – and you had to wake up for work.

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Nihilus Rex 8: Opener

Finally getting into the technical side of things, and I will attest: @baelpenrose and I decided that the next several chapters are probably the only time the really technical stuff happens on screen.

It was all, undoubtedly, an absolutely nightmare to get right, simply because I am a subject matter expert in one of the areas, he is in the other, and... yeah. It got complicated very quickly. But hopefully that pays off!

Say you have a little faith in me

Just close your eyes and let me lead

Follow me home

Need to have a little trust in me

Just close your eyes and let me lead

Follow me home

To where the lonely ones roam

Digital Daggers, “Where the Lonely Ones Roam” 

For the next handful of days, I heard from Nils sporadically.  The first couple of days consisted of just being updated that he was still alive, promises that he was eating something other than drugs and coffee, and one celebratory announcement that he had showered without drowning - which, admittedly, was kind of gross since that was around day three, but I didn’t have to smell it, so I left it alone.

It was around the fifth day that he sent me an address.  Not the hacker cafe, and nowhere in my neighborhood.  I was warned to bring my own coffee under threat of instant and strongly suggested to bring a change of clothes.  Part of me started to type back a quip about the kind of girl he thought I was, before sense won over and I deleted it.

“Not for anything weird - well, not for anything that isn’t our kind of weird, anyway. This is gonna take a while.” 

Totally reassuring, I thought as I started throwing stuff into my bum-around bag. Toothbrush, water bottle, battery bank for my phone… after a bit of consideration I tossed in extra socks, because there were few things I hated worse than wet socks.  Laptop and all its gear went into my backpack, and I headed to the front door.  Mama and Baba weren’t home from work, so I left a note taped to the fridge and one on my bedroom door just in case. Heading out to a friend’s for a school project. Probably going to be there overnight, took clothes just in case. I’ll have my phone. Love.

A bus, a subway trip, and a hour and a half later, I was walking to the address Nils had sent, suppressing the urge to look around suspiciously.  The address was in an area I generally avoided on foot, and if something brought me here I took a taxi - even if I was only going a couple blocks.  I muttered prayers to any deity listening as I arrived at the location, a tall building covered in graffiti, with what windows were still intact covered in makeshift grates or bars.

Nils was standing right outside, looking around for me, and spotted me as I approached, waving me over. He had slight circles under his eyes, and a slight five o’clock shadow, but he was intent, grinning slightly. “Lash, good to see you!” 

“Yeah, good to see you’re alive and I haven’t been getting messages from your ghost,” I joked drily before glancing around. “Although, I’m still not convinced I haven’t somehow taken a bus to some underworld. You do know my kidneys aren’t worth as much as you think, right? AB neg blood, terrible for donation.”

“I assure you you are more likely to be solicited for drug purchases or asked if you’ve considered sex work than you are to be black bagged and have your organs sold here. I say this having had both happen to me within a week of moving.” His voice was annoyingly casual. “I do apologize for the walk though. Come in, I made tea.”

My eyes widened. “Wait. ‘Moved’. You mean you live here?”

“I mean, we’re not doing the thing where I live. We are talking where I live. We’re doing the thing at this old mall that still has power where I set up a router in the crawlspace a while ago. But I figured we’d talk here first? But yeah, I live here.”

“Doing this thing at an old mall, cool, cool…” I responded, laughing in something like relief. “But you want to talk where you live. Which is here.” I waved a hand at the half blown-out street lights and nearby sewer grate before waggling it at the graffiti and boarded up windows. “You live here. Voluntarily.”

“My apartment has snacks. And coffee. And tea. If I leave those things in the shitty ‘Doing super illegal L33t Hacker Shit’ den I set up in an abandoned mall, my not-home evil lair gets overrun by vermin. So yeah, talk here. Probably come back here for like. Netflix or some shit to celebrate.” He paused for a beat. “Also, yes. I live here. Away from the really rich friends of my parents who would potentially see me and tell my family what shit I’m up to and what kind of trouble I’m getting into, then I hear about how much I’m screwing up our reputation, how could I be so ungrateful, blah, blah blah, it’s easier to stay as far away as possible from any of their friends. Besides,” he said, slowly. “This is a lot more real than anything I saw when I was a kid.” It felt like there was more he could say, but wasn’t going to - a refreshing change from how he’d been the last several days. 

“Your family, your cow, etc,” I muttered, looking around again and resisting the urge to wipe my hands off against my pants. “Still, I feel like I need to introduce you to our lord and savior ‘Any Deity Who Will Convince You Self-Flagellation is Not Penance’ or something.”  Before he could respond, I waved my hands in a shooing gesture. “Come on, let’s go inside and you can introduce me to your six-legged roommates.”

Ushering me forward with a comically formal sweep, Nils buzzed me into his building - I was honestly shocked it was needed, but it calmed me somewhat. We made our way up a couple flights of grungy-looking stairs, and I instantly felt guiltier the further we went: for all that the stairwell looked filthy, it was extremely well lit, bleach-scented, and not a single stair creaked thanks to what looked like various ages of patches.

The city may not care, but the residents certainly seemed to.

On the third floor, we exited the stairwell and made our way to a very nondescript door.  All three deadbolts and the hinges moved without a sound, and Nils stood to block my entrance, drawing himself to his full height, chin up. 

“Lash, O caller of bullshit, expert at puncturing egos, enter the portal to the domain of the greatest hacker and dumbest bitch of the age, and see if you can find a roach in sight, for nothing enters here without my permission. I am Nils Andover, lord of this tiny apartment and a terror of cyberspace. Enter, and enjoy my hospitality.” He spoke with a ridiculous faux-accent to top it off, which wasn’t quite British but might have been his attempt at doing a Victorian Crackhead. 

No amount of self control could keep me from giggling and cursing myself for doing so. I stepped through the door, surprised by how clean and pristine it was on the inside.  Still, I reminded myself that I brought spare socks as I toed my shoes off and set them beside the door before taking another step. “Masala chai?” I asked, sniffing carefully.

“You said become your Uncle’s best customer.” 

“Tch,” I clucked. “I did.” Suddenly, I realized what he said. “Wait,” I gasped, “you think Mr. Yildiz is my uncle??” I covered my mouth to hide a smirk.

Nils paused with embarrassment. “Maybe. You don’t seem the type to call people uncle unless they’re related by blood, marriage, or adoption, so…”

I managed to sit on the arm of the couch before gasping for air. “Nils… Oh my… hooo culture difference, okay…” With a more controlled breath, I composed myself.  Poor guy looked something like a wet cat in his confusion. “Lots of cultures use the term Uncle or Auntie as a term of respect. Something…less formal than Sir or Ma’am is the closest I can explain. So, he’s not my Uncle, he’s just Uncle. Every young person’s. Baba and Mama call him Brother, blah blah blah.”

The look of shocked embarrassment was replaced with complete comprehension. “Ah. Gotcha. That makes perfect sense. Sorry about that.” He blinked and absorbed that for a moment, setting a steaming cup of tea in front of me.

“Now, I’ve been reflecting on what you said, managed to look at what I’d have to do to get the liens out on homes, vehicles, and businesses. Will say this - there’s a little layer of complication for how they hold onto liens for state compliance. We can release most to the holders outright, but some of them its going to be required for us to release them to both the holders and to their city or county halls at the same time for archiving. That is, just barely, on this side of being possible.” 

He took a breath and waffled his hand as he took a sip from the tea. “The trick is that we have to have all the malware and spyware to do it ready to roll well in advance of the attack, and we have to be able to shoot it all in, operating, and releasing all liens simultaneous to the attack itself, to be able to use the attack as a smokescreen for what’s happening. If we do it before the attack, the bank can use physical records to re-upload the destroyed digital ones, and if we do it after, we’re going to cost a lot of innocent people their cars, homes, businesses.”

I was more shocked than I should have been that he thought it through to such a degree.  Yes, I had practically screamed this at him less than a week ago.  No, I was not used to people actually listening to a word I said.  It was kind of flatt - no.

Sounding somewhere between exhausted and frustrated, he added. “There’s…probably a lot of reasons this hasn’t been tried, to be honest. Did I mention that even if this goes right we need to be able to punch in, get the worms loaded, and then databomb the shit out of everything within a few minutes?”

“Oh, joy…” I responded with what I hoped was very clearly fake enthusiasm before draining my tea and grabbing my bum-bag to dig through it. Without looking up, I admitted my shortcomings. “I don’t think you and I can make that happen in… what, twenty-five, thirty minutes?”

“Twenty.”

“Even better,” I grunted as I grabbed my thermos. Unscrewing it, I refilled my cup with high octane ambrosia before offering it to Nils. “No matter how good you are, I don’t think the two of us are going to make that happen in twenty minutes.”

Nils took the coffee and sipped, smiling slightly. “Yeah. There’s someone in my network who may have an in, if only because he’s worked on and off at vendor sites in a lot of banks, but I’m not sure how down he’d be with the overall plan. He’s really good, but he tends to avoid extremely high-risk stuff. Rather keep the “racist hicks as pawns” bit out of it, when we talk to him. And if there’s anyone in your network who might be able to join, I’m open to suggestions. The QAnon cannon fodder stays between us.”

I thought it over. “There is… well, I’ll admit. He’s older, one of those ‘I wrote the internet’ types, so the social con part probably won’t go over well, but thankfully he likes knowing as little as possible outside of what he needs to do.  I’ll reach out to him, worst case, we have double the help.” 

“Let’s see whose guy answers first?” Nils said, not really asking and already picking up his phone.

I had the good grace to take a deep inhale of caffeinated goodness before savoring the flavor.  Then I grabbed my phone and messaged Bishop.  Nils’ got a response before I had even typed the message, but I chalked that up to my habit of messaging Bishop more details than most, knowing he wouldn’t go to the police if he turned down the job.  The man had a whole ass hydroponic set up in his basement, and I’d seen it - he wasn’t going to the cops on me unless I killed someone.

“Lash, is there some reason you and Nothing are messaging me on the same day, at the same time, about what I’m pretty sure is the same job?” 

I didn’t move my head, but looked through my eyelashes at Nils, who wasn’t showing any signs of being called out. Carefully, I texted back. “I didn’t know you were acquainted.  Now I’m intrigued. U n or not?”

“I didn’t know you two were acquainted. And I’m in mostly to see what that’s going to look like, Baklava.” 

“Did you already tell Nothing?”

“Yeah, I told Creampuff I needed to see this. I’ll be there in ten. Try not to blow anything up between the two of you before I get there. And if you brought coffee, save me 2.”

I smirked and slowly screwed the cap on my thermos. “My guy will be here soon. He’s pretty excited.”

“Mine’s on his way, should be here in ten.” Nils paused. “He seemed more concerned.”

Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, I reminded myself. “I have dirt on my guy, so I’ll admit I gave him more info up front than I do most.” Seven more minutes…

“Yeah, makes sense. So, in the meantime, uh. If I were to order pizza, anything you’d want on it? It’s uh. Gonna be a long day and we’re gonna want something to eat.” 

“Small with anchovies,” I said automatically. “I’ll eat it in the hall, don’t worry about the smell.”

“Absolutely the fuck you will not - you’re a guest. I’ll handle the smell if it’s a problem.” Nils was smiling, faintly again, as he pulled up the Mountain Mike menu. 

“I am going to guess you’ve never been in the vicinity of an anchovy pizza, so when you change your mind, let me know.” I was used to it… as much as I loved the opportunity to have one, I was well aware of how long the smell clung to anything in the room for days at a time.

“I have not, it is the principle of the thing.” He moved, clearly feeling awkward. “We don’t have much to do but kill time until he gets here, so like. What do you do for fun?”

“First, if it’s not too late: order extra lemon wedges with whatever you can,” I added. Least I could do. “Second… I watch a lot of anime, doodle, and sit on a bridge scaring people into thinking I’m a jumper.  There really isn’t anything else, unless you consider a semi-unhealthy relationship with music.”

“Requesting a few lemon wedges. I also watch a lot of anime, listen to a ton of music, sometimes a bit of gaming. Not a lot of fun in person, to be honest. Used to have a friend I’d hang out with, but you met me the day of that funeral, so, yeah, I’m fairly boring now.” He leaned back on the couch and offered me the spot further away from him, presumably to make me more comfortable. “How’d you get into voice acting?” 

“Deliberately,” I surrendered, looking mournfully at my thermos and wishing I had brought a larger one. “It took a ton of effort and practice, and a lot of voicing my own animations - “ I was cut off by the buzzing of someone requesting entrance. Bishop? Or Nils’ person? It wasn’t nearly long enough to be the actual food.

Nils buzzed the person in, and within a few minutes, there was a knock at the door. Nils opened it and grinned. “Harvey, been a while. You’ve been quiet. It’s good to see you again man.”

Bishop was standing there, glowering between the two of us. “So. One more time. Why the fuck are you two hanging out, and what are you contacting me for?”

#writers on tumblr #nihilus rex #Afterverse prequel #traumatized characters #cyberpunk #dystopia #modern dystopia #original fiction #original science fiction #the miys #arcadian inquisition #writeblr

[bechloeislegit]

25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022

A/N: First, my sincerest apologies for not posting on Day 18 or 19. I had no WiFi and found out I had a bad router; I got a new one, and things are working okay now.

I was going to work on Day 18&19 and post them today, but that's not going to happen. So instead, I will be editing them and using them for Days 21 & 22. Doing this will put me back on track, and I can work on my Secret Santa Pitchmas gift.

I still plan to do something for Days 18 & 19 AFTER Christmas.

Day 20 - Secret Santa Crush

From Tumblr User Anonymous: Beca and Chloe are coworkers with huge crushes on each other. They get each other for office secret Santa and use it to tell each other they like them.

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Beca sat with her chin in her hand, staring at the empty desk across the room.

"Whatcha lookin' at, short stuff?" Fat Amy asked, bumping Beca's shoulder.

"Nothing," Beca said, settling back in her chair. "Um, have you seen Chloe?"

"She had an appointment this morning," Stacie said from behind Beca. "I heard her telling Aubrey yesterday. She'll be in later."

"Oh," Beca said.

"Are you finally going to ask her out?" Stacie whispered.

"No," Beca scoffed. "Why would you ask that?"

"Because your toner for her can be seen from space," Stacie said.

"I do not have a toner for Chloe," Beca said, looking around to make sure no one was listening.

"Good morning, Chloe," Beca heard Aubrey Posen say and straightened her posture.

"Good morning!" Chloe called out. As she passed Beca's desk, she said, "Hey, Becs!"

"Hey, uh, good morning, Chloe," Beca mumbled.

"Listen up, everyone," Aubrey said, clapping her hands to get their attention. "You may have noticed that the office Christmas tree is up, which means it's Secret Santa time!"

A few light cheers went up; Chloe was excitedly clapping and bouncing in her seat. Beca smiled at her. Chloe grinned back, causing Beca to avert her gaze and look at Aubrey.

"You know the drill," Aubrey continued. "Envelopes will be placed on the tree with a name inside. Then, you pick an envelope from the tree and buy that person a gift. We will have the gift exchange at the Christmas Party on December 23rd."

"What if we won't be here for the party?" Jesse asked. "I'm leaving that morning for Pennsylvania to spend Christmas with my family that morning."

"Then don't pick a name," Aubrey said. "The envelopes will be put in place on Friday, so let me know before then if you won't be here to participate. For everyone else, the gifts should be no more than forty dollars, and you can place them under the tree anytime before the party. Any questions?"

Aubrey looked around to see everyone shaking their heads.

"No?" Aubrey said. "Great. Get back to work. Chloe, may I see you in my office?"

"Sure," Chloe said, standing and following Aubrey.

Stacie rolled her chair over to Beca's desk.

"You should try and get Chloe's name for Secret Santa," Stacie said.

Beca looked at her. "How do you propose I do that? I mean, if I wanted to do that, how would I? No one knows whose name is in the envelope.

"I'll find out who got Chloe's name, and you can offer to trade with them," Stacie said. "I can always figure out who got who."

Chloe came out of Aubrey's office, and Beca watched her walk over and stop in front of her desk. Stacie smirked and rolled back over to her desk.

"Can I help you, Chloe?" Beca asked.

"I hope so," Chloe said. "Aubrey just asked me to head up the party committee, and I need some people to help with food, decorating, and stuff. I'm having a meeting in the conference room at two today to get things started. Would you be willing to volunteer to help?"

"Um, sure," Beca said. "I can do that."

"How about you, Stacie?" Chloe asked. "Could you help as well?"

"Sure," Stacie said. "I'll help."

"Great!" Chloe said with a beaming smile. "I'll write down some ideas I have, and we can discuss them at the meeting. Later, girls."

Beca couldn't help but smile as she watched Chloe practically skip back to her desk.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022 ~~

Chloe sat at her desk and smiled when she saw Beca looking at her. She smiled, and Beca quickly looked away, causing Chloe to frown.

"What is it about Beca that makes me so nervous about asking her out?" Chloe thought. "She seems to like me, too."

Chloe sighed, woke up her computer, and got lost in the weekly report she needed to run.

Chloe was so engrossed in her work that she lost all track of time.

"Chloe, are you coming to the meeting?" Stacie asked as she walked past Chloe's desk.

"What?" Chloe said. "It can't be two o'clock already."

"Afraid so," Stacie said.

Chloe stood and looked around. "Is Beca already in the conference room?"

"She went to lunch late," Stacie said. "But she said she'd see us in the meeting."

The two women entered the conference room to find Fat Amy and Jessica waiting for them.

"I'm sorry I'm late," Chloe said. "I got busy and lost track of time."

"Can we hurry this along," Fat Amy said. "I still have to finish my report."

"Right," Chloe said. "First, I want to thank you all-"

"Sorry, I'm late," Beca said as she hurried into the room.

"It's okay, Beca," Chloe said. "We just started."

Beca stood nervously to the side.

"Is everything okay?" Chloe asked.

"I, um, I saw you were busy and hadn't eaten lunch, so I brought you a sandwich from the diner," Beca said, holding a bag out to Chloe. "It's your usual."

"Aww," Stacie said. "That's so sweet."

Beca glared at Stacie.

"Thank you, Beca," Chloe said, hugging Beca. "This is very sweet of you."

Beca blushed and patted Chloe on the back. "You're welcome."

Chloe pulled back from the hug and looked at Beca. "How much do I owe you?"

"Don't worry about it," Beca said. "It's my treat."

"I'll get yours next time," Chloe said.

"Um, okay," Beca said.

Beca smiled as she went and sat down. She blushed and glared at Amy when Amy started making kissing noises at her.

"Okay, ladies," Chloe said, getting everyone's attention. "We don't have much time, so let's get started."

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022 ~~

It was the day of the party, and Chloe was excited because "her party team" did an excellent job with everything. She called everyone over to her desk and handed them each an envelope.

"What's this?" Beca asked, looking at the envelope in her hand.

"It's just little something from me to say thank you for all your hard work on the party," Chloe said.

"You didn't have to do that, Chloe," Stacie said.

"But, I'm glad she did," Fat Amy said, holding up a gift card to the diner next door to their building.

"Did we all get the same thing?" Jessica asked, opening her envelope and looking inside. "We did."

"Let's plan to use our cards and have lunch together after the holidays," Stacie said.

The other girls agreed.

"As the party team's leader, Chloe should come with us," Beca said. Then, at Fat Amy's glare, Beca quickly added, "I'll pay for her lunch."

"In that case, you should join us, Red," Fat Amy said.

Chloe smiled and said, "I'd like that. Thank you, Beca."

Beca blushed, and Stacie grinned at her.

"Let's go, ladies," Chloe said, standing from her desk. "The party will start soon, and we need to do one more check to ensure everything's perfect."

The team made their way to the conference room where the party would be. Aubrey came in behind them.

"Chloe, you and your team did a great job," Aubrey said, looking around. "I'm impressed."

"Thank you, Aubrey," Chloe said.

Aubrey took Chloe's arm and led her to a corner where no one could overhear them.

"Are you ready for the Secret Santa?" Aubrey asked.

"Yeah, I am," Chloe said, grinning. "I just hope Beca likes it."

"I'm sure she will," Aubrey said. "Especially when she learns your part of the present."

Chloe was kept from responding as the rest of the employees started arriving for the party.

An hour later, Chloe was making the rounds.

"Amy, stop adding liquor to the punch," Chloe chastised the boisterous blonde. "We want to make sure everyone makes it home safely."

"Aye, aye, Cap'n," Fat Amy said with a two-finger salute.

Chloe then made her way over to Beca, who was providing the music.

"Hey, Beca," Chloe said, smiling. "I love the music you've put together."

"Thanks," Beca said.

"Aubrey's waving at me," Chloe said. "I think we're going to do the Secret Santa exchange soon, so after this song, cut the music."

"Okay," Beca said.

Chloe squeezed Beca's arm before walking over to stand with Aubrey. The song ended, and Beca paused the music.

"Okay, everyone," Aubrey called out. "Gather around; it's time for the Secret Santa exchange."

Everyone gathered around the tree. Amy handed Beca a drink as she joined her.

"Thank," Beca said, taking a sip. She grimaced at the amount of alcohol in the drink. "Sheesh, Amy, are you trying to get me drunk?"

"Shhh," Amy said, causing Beca to look at Aubrey and Chloe.

"First, I want to thank Chloe and her team for putting together such a wonderful party," Aubrey said, lightly clapping.

The partygoers clapped and cheered as well.

"Okay, settle down," Aubrey said. "Chloe will now explain how were are going distribute the Secret Santa gifts. Chloe?"

"Thank you, Aubrey," Chloe said. "I'll call you up one at a time and hand you your gift. You'll open it and see if you can guess who your Secret Santa is. Okay?"

"This is going to take forever," Bumper Allen said. "Let's just get our gifts and open them. Then our Secret Santa can tell us who they are whenever they want."

"Yeah." several voices call out.

"Okay," Chloe said, chuckling. "If that's how you want to do it. Go for it."

Everyone rushed to the tree and, amidst laughing and shoving, grabbed their gifts. Beca stood back to wait for an opportunity to find hers.

"Out of the way, flat butts," Fat Amy said, pushing her way to the front. "Aha! Got it."

Fat Amy pushed her way out of the crowd and returned to the drinks table. She opened her gift bag and pulled out a bottle of Tequila. She waved it around, cheering.

The partygoers finally moved away from the tree, and Beca found her gift among the last few still under the tree. She picked up Chloe's as well and walked over to her.

"Um, I know we're supposed to wait until you open your gift," Beca said. "But, I, um, I'm your Secret Santa."

"You are?" Chloe asked, genuinely surprised. "I'm your Secret Santa."

"Really?" Beca asked.

"I'm excited to see what you got me," Chloe said as she gently removed the paper from her gift. Once the paper was removed, she held a box. She opened the box and took out what was inside. "You bought me a ticket to the New Year's Eve Party at the Hilton?"

"Actually," Beca said. "I bought two. I was hoping-" Beca swallowed and ran a hand through her hair. "I like you, Chloe, and I was hoping you would allow me to be your date to the party."

"Open your gift, Beca," Chloe said, smiling.

Beca furrowed her brow and opened the gift.

"You got me the same thing," Beca said, holding up the single ticket.

"Yeah," Chloe said. "I like you, too. And I also bought two tickets, hoping I could be your date."

Beca laughed and pulled Chloe into a hug. "I'd love to be your date!"

"I'd love to be your date, too," Chloe said. Then, she pulled back from the hug and asked, "What are were going to do with the extra pair of tickets?"

Beca looked over to see Stacie flirting with Aubrey. She doesn't know how, but she guessed they had something to do with her and Chloe being each other's Secret Santa.

"I have an idea," Beca said, taking Chloe's hand. "Come with me."

Chloe let Beca lead her over to Stacie and Aubrey.

"How would you two like to go on a New Year's Eve double date with Chloe and me?"

"That's a great idea, Beca!" Chloe said, kissing her on the cheek. "What do you say, Aubrey? Are you finally going to grow a pair and ask Stacie out?"

"Yeah, Aubrey," Stacie said, smirking. "Are you finally going to grow a pair and ask me out?"

"Stacie," Aubrey said. "Would you-"

"Yes, I would!" Stacie said, pulling Aubrey into a kiss.

"We should-"

"Don't mind if we do," Chloe said, crashing her lips against Beca's.

Beca put her arms around Chloe and returned the kiss. Their kiss broke naturally, and Beca smiled at Chloe.

"I was going to say we should leave them alone," Beca said, causing Chloe's face to fall. "But I like your idea better."

Chloe smiled again as Beca smashed her lips into hers.

#bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale #stacie conrad #aubrey posen #Christmases 2022 #25 Day of BeChloe Christmases 2022

[sebfreak]

I really thought yesterday was a fever dream but sadly no. Tumblr did really change their layout in this ugly piece of sh.... in this stupid thing that nobody wanted because I didn´t see a single tiny user who said: "Oh tumblrs layout is shit, I´m only used to twitter, so I demand that tumblr is like that."

Why? Just why? There are so many other things you can works on. F.e. your support. XDD After five mails I don´t have my energy to explain again and again what my problem is only to get the same answer: "Restart your router, delete your cash from the app (uhm yeah nice but I use tumblr mostly on my desktop)"

Oh it´s so annoying. Also don´t do this stupid games. What´s up with these "Following, mutal..." buttons on my followers, following people or in general users. Didn´t you think that it can pressure people? I can only speak for myself but I´m a person who sometimes unfollows people quiet and do not wanna talk about it but now people can see it and this is so unpleasant. Because it supports drama. Give us a possibility to deactivate it.

Also, I already said it to you in mails: Work on this stupid tag bug. You have a specific name for it, SO YOU KNOW THE PROBLEM!!! It can´t be that people who are years and years on this site have this tag problem over and over again where they post something and you can´t see it for hours in the tags.

Then there are these ask bugs. When I started with tumblr it was a funny joke that sometimes an ask was eaten, but after these many years (it´s a decade) we can demand that you have finally fixed it. But you didn´t, instead we get so many playful things ... for what?

Oh another thing: it´s so nice that you tried to explain why the new editor is better but it is clumsy. At one point it is really hooky, so I don´t know what you have tested all these months but this editor has serious problem and is way worse than the old editor. In the old one I could upload 4 and more gifs at once and easily move them around, now I feel like I am wasting my time when I upload every single gif for itself and move it. Also, I don´t wanna ignore the fact that the quality on every gif is downgraded but people already explained that in long and very good texts.

Then there is the thing that you always try to explain to us that all these new feature are good for us. Like... are you not seeing the opinions of all the users on this site? I can totally understand when people say, that they are feel ignored because it´s true. You have a feature and you play with your words and say: "Oh you wanted to have it, here look this is amazing." Because you are so proud of your ideas that you forget that people were happy with the old tumblr. Nobody asked for live streams (i don´t have it because silly me lives in europe but I´m scared that i will get it at one point and i feel so sorry for all the ones who have it).

Yesterday I saw a little snippet of a text in which you explained that tumblr is too difficult to use? Like the fuck? Tumblr is so easy you have literally a whole tutorial in which you explain the basics, did you forget that? Or are you suggesting that people do not read anymore?

My head is empty now but I know that there are a lot more problems I didn´t name. (@staff)

Oh btw if you don´t know what I wanted to say with this post, then I´ll just say it in simple words now: start listening to your users.

#tumblr #staff #tumblr staff #personal #kinda too because i´m ranting here

[thepowerisyouth]

The Universe Is Never Black & White, So Why Does Everyone Polarize their Beliefs?

One of the greatest questions that bugs me deeply--it keeps me up at night-- regards polarization. By this, I'm not referring only to political polarization, or even ideological polarization in general. I'm talking about everything being lumped into simple 'yes' or 'no', 'true' or 'false'.

I'm talking about anything and everything in the universe that's been confined to 2 binary 'poles'.

I will write a lot more about this topic later, so consider this an incomplete argument which seeks to set the mood for later posts about polarization.

This post will serve as a 'thought experiment' about expectations for 'simple tasks' to yield binary, expected results.

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Down to the smallest quantum mechanics of our universe, nothing happens in surety. We observe this effect follow us up to our more visible, tangible world through statistics.

"Expect the Unexpected" is a favorite cliche of mine that captures that simple fact.

It's really not hard to understand why nothing is so simple as a single cause, with a single effect. Just sitting here, typing away on the keyboard, I can name at least 10 things happening, in which each line contains many more steps in this process that I'm skipping:

My brain is somehow interpreting my consciousness, translating to hundreds, thousands-- who knows how many-- electrical signals that are basically just binary + cool hormones that act like quantum computers want to

After receiving neural commands, my muscles are mimicking movements which I've practiced over many years. However, I am using a different keyboard this morning so there is some very quick adjustments being made (by the brain I guess) from my most recent muscle memory to account for the smaller keys. I'm doing well-- not too many typos so far

When I click a click on the keyboard, a very small computer (like really small) inside the keyboard translates those mechanical actions--literally just physical forces acting down upon a sensor designed to sense that stuff-- and translating that into a standardized binary instruction.

Literal radio waves are sent, bouncing up and down through whatever obstacle course I set up for them, to reach a USB 'dongle' (love that term, won't stop using it) attached into my computer port.

Said USB 'dongle'-- I guess-- has an EVEN SMALLER silicon chip to interpret said 2.4 GHz signals and translate it for the computer

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I'm skipping the many, many steps the computer takes at this point and moving forward to my home Wi-Fi.

I live in a valley, in a pretty rural area. The only internet available to me was T-Mobile's Home Internet plan, which is just a 'HotSpot' Tower. It works insanely well considering the marathon these poor protons are doing for me.

Now, for my purposes I actually broke the warranty on the router, and wired up a better antenna from outside, which is capable to sending and receiving 4G & 5G signals of the correct 'bands' which the Cell Tower nearest to me is a capable of handling.

('Bands' are just provider terms for different frequencies of radio waves.)

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After my computer does whatever it wants with it, I do need to somehow communicate my desires to the internet servers which the rest of the world are connected to. This involves sending-- again-- binary signals through a wire this time, my Ethernet cable.

This lands at the T-Mobile Hotspot Router, which interprets those signals into ones which, I presume, are desired by the Cell Signal Tower nearest to me. As in they are radio wavelengths of a certain frequency, which somehow contain binary instructions

After the Router has translated and sent the signals through the 'Quad Coax Cable' I have run to the outside, the antenna broadcasts radio waves. These radio waves then fight through hell or high water for me to arrive about 1 mile away at T-Mobile's cell tower

I honestly have even less clue what happen after that. I would assume that's what all the infrastructure like phone lines are for, so those signals are sent down there, then passed around until it hits the right 'server' that Tumblr.com has used.

I'm sure I missed something, but at this point I believe my typed character on the keyboard has been successfully sent to the internet. Well, technically the computer stuff would all happen at the per-key level, while the WiFi stuff is probably done in 'bulk requests' every sentence or two.

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If you didn't read all that (more than a quick skim)-- good for you. It was exhausting to write, and exhausting I'm sure to read. I'm sure it was even more exhausting for all the poor little Protons I harnessed to do my bidding this morning.

To conclude, I just want to say that someone who types on their keyboard might expect things to work just as planned, but there's multitudes of things that could 'go wrong' and result in a delay to the expected character appearing on the screen.

[elenavampire21]

Warning: lots of smut so under 🔞

Summary: you and Ethan are on a mission and have to pretend not to know each other or act like a married couple.

@worldofheroes @love2write2626 @helloitstsyu @elenavampire21

Unexpected mission with Ethan Hunt

You and Ethan were sat round a table whilst benji and Luther was going through mission instructions.

You and Ethan had secretly gotten married and you teasingly rubbed your foot up his thigh and smirking when Ethan gives you a dangerous glare. You innocently flick your hair and have a good girl expression.

Luther hands you and Ethan a paper report whilst Benji has put up a projector of the hotel floor plan.

Ethan gets up and begins giving his explanation and tasks. Luther looked at benji then to Ethan “woo tiny problem here’s where y/n comes into the plan we kinda need someone to flirt and distract a co-working into getting the key to the router system so we can steal the information to decrypt the security code so it doesn’t work.”

Ethan shakes his head “No i don’t want y/n to get hurt”. *he desperately wants to scream no my wife’s going nowhere*

Y/n think about it and smile “that’s perfectly fine with me Luther I’d happily play the part of flirting would be fun to add a tiny bit of spice to this mission.”

Ethan turns and glares at y/n. Both Luther and benji are giggling.

Later on before heading to the hotel where the mission was taking place.

Ethan and you were back home as you were getting changed into a velvet purple dress one Ethan brought as an anniversary present. Ethan was potentially keeping quite putting on his cuff links and watch he turned round and glances as you’re putting on your favourite necklace.

You turn around to look at Ethan as he diverts his gaze away from you.

It’s upsetting and feeling hurt that your husband is acting like a child.

“Ethan baby please talk to me do you honestly think I’d actually wanna flirt with another man. You walk over and try to cuddle Ethan from behind when he brushes you off.

“Ethan Matthew Hunt Will you stop acting like a five year old child I’m your wife could you possibly show me a little bit of decency that you do you know actually love me.” Ethan halted at the bedroom door then turned around and sighed.

“I’m sorry darling i don’t mean to be silent just hate the idea of another man anywhere near you.” He wraps his arms round you and kisses you.

“Ethan I hate arguing with you about missions but listen there is a way that I could make the mission more exciting.”

You smirk at Ethan and gently lean in “why don’t after the mission is complete and Luther and benji head back to the safe house you meet me at the hotel bar 6:00pm no waiting oh and Mr Hunt your never married and don’t have a wife at all.”

Ethan smirked and pulled your waist into him.

“Mmmh Mrs Hunt are you saying we have our own secret mission, well I look forward to meeting this beautiful mysterious woman at the bar at 6.00pm.

They both walked out of the house to the van where Benji and Luther was waiting as they’re the only two who know’s about yours and Ethan’s marriage.

As Ethan, you, benji and Luther arrived at the fancy hotel.

benji stays in the van as the back up driver Luther and Ethan are the once who’ll be staking out the room and your task was to flirt and charm this pompous unattractive coworker into stealing you the key to the router system key and your all wearing ear coms.

When you and Ethan were holding hands you could sense how worried Ethan was and glanced at Luther showing look after him eyes.

You took a deep breath in and hitched your dress down give a quick glance to Ethan and Luther and holds a finger up to your ear “I love you Ethan.”

He smiles and nods when him and Luther walks off.

You seductively leans against the reception counter as the coworker in question is busy on the phone and smirks when he glances up at you he quickly hangs up the phone.

“Well hello gorgeous are you lost because you’re too beautiful to be alone.”

You could literally hear Ethan and Luther laughing in your ear.

“Oh please stop I did a really really stupid little mistake I’ve dropped and earring over by the seating area and I can’t find it would be a darling and look for it.”

The coworker walked around the desk and stood next to you waiting to follow.

Ethan had walked downstairs and feels angry at the coworker but surprisingly turned on by how easy you can switch on your sedative charm.

You casually slipped your arm round him and gently pulled the key pass out and starts walking and accidentally bumps into Ethan and slips the key pass into his pocket then whispers “bar 6:00 don’t you dare be late.”

As you and the coworker is looking for this earring Ethan turns round “oh mam think this is yours” he chucks you the earring he stole before even walking into the hotel.

You seductively run you tongue across your teeth.

“My thank you kind sir for finding my earring whatever can I do to say thanks.”

Ethan walks up and shakes your hand “mmmh how about a drink later to show thanks.”

He heads back out to the van as Luther had sneaked out the back door.

As the coworker heads back to the reception you casually walk up and check in then goes to sit at a quiet part of the bar orders a wine and watch’s until the clock hits 6:00pm and as your taking a second sip of wine.

Peeking up and notices Ethan walking into the hotel , black suite with a couple buttons down you thought *bastard he did that deliberate*.

He’d pulled out a bar seat and ordered a beer and graciously gazes round the bar area and notices a stunningly beautiful gorgeous woman sitting on her own.

By then they’d all removed their ear coms. Ethan was casually eyeing up and down your body you seductively turned round and raised your brow.

“Ehm excuse me sir is there a problem that you keep staring at me.”

Ethan casually walks over and acts cocky “no but I was just wondering if you’ve seen a stunningly beautiful gorgeous woman around as we promised to meet here for a drink and thee only gorgeous woman I can find is you.”

You’re trying so hard not to burst out laughing you simply shake your head and roll your eyes.

Ethan graciously pull the chair out on the other side “mind if I join you”

You politely motions that he can sit down.

He’s eyeing you up and smirks whilst sipping his beer and whispers “this is fucking weird i don’t know how to pretend flirt anymore.”

You instantly spat out your wine that you’d just taken a sip from and coughed.

Ethan first reaction was shit I’ve just killed my wife with a coaching fit.

“Ooh wow sorry did I just literally hear thee one and only Ethan Hunt say he doesn’t know how to pretend flirt anymore.”

Ethan pretends his not pissed off at his wife.

He like a gentleman holds out his hand.

“And what’s a gorgeous woman like you be called something hunt maybe.”

You smile and shakes his hand “oh my name is y/n , oi stop acting like a cocky dick you’re supposed to not know me thought you were good at taking orders hunt.”

Shaking your head and tightly squeezing your thighs as you’re getting really wet and turned on.

“Well sir I’m guessing you’re called Ethan hunt, tell me are you married, single.”

As you’re saying this you kick your foot out of your high heel and rub it up against his leg and grazes over his crotch.

Now it was Ethan’s turn to spit his beer out and he jerks forward and give you a huge death stare the look that told you once your back in the hotel room you’re in deep shit.

“I’m not married but I’m very very interested in getting to know a certain gorgeous woman shall we take this back to your room miss.”

Both of you downed the rest of your drinks and hops off the seats Ethan grabs both your high heels and heads towards the lift.

Once you and Ethan are secretly safe in the lift alone Ethan gently backs and pins your body against the wall and passionately and aggressively kisses your lips, jaw and neck.

Your breathing becomes hitched.

“aah ohh fuck Ethan you don’t know how hard it was to not jump on you as soon as you walked in bastard leave a couple buttons opened.”

Ethan smirked and moved to kiss your chest that showed your cleavage “excuse me but I wasn’t the one who rubbed a foot over my crotch and literally almost flashed her tits to another stranger.”

You’re burst out laughing “oh my god Ethan hunt you’re still jealous of the tinny weeny little task I had to do.”

The lift doors open and you pull Ethan out and gently pin him to the door and passionately kisses him with tongues as you manage to put the key to open the door.

Both of you nearly fall onto the floor but pulls away and walks in as you go to lock the hotel door Ethan’s body is pressed up against your back and you can literally feel how hard his cock is. “Oh hello mr hunt someone’s happy”.

Ethan lightly places your hand behind your back and whispers “I want you to get out of that velvet dress then sit on the bed only in your underwear and you do not remove those high heels understand Mrs hunt.”

You’re breathing heavily and seriously turned on “ugh yes Mr Hunt I understand my instruction and I promise to be a very very good girl.”

Ethan let go of your hand and kissed you “sorry did I hurt you just seeing you in that dress makes me feral.”

You cup Ethan’s face “darling you didn’t hurt me at all kinda like the feral direct version of my husband now I’m gonna go slip out of the velvet dress sit on the bed in my underwear and high heels and wait for daddy to come and fuck his naughty baby girl.”

You intentionally sway your hips annoying Ethan and slowly unzip the velvet dress revealing a rather see through bra and panties and jumps onto the bed waiting for Ethan.

“Oh Ethan hunny baby’s ready for daddy now.” Ethan followed you after removing his cuff links and watch.

He’d kicked off his shoes and suit jacket and headed to the massive hotels bedroom.

“Oh what a fucking beautiful sight Mrs Hunt good girl waiting for daddy you will definitely be rewarded a treat.” He strides off and gently lays on top of you and teasingly kissing along you jaw, neck.

You instantly wrap your legs round Ethan waist holding his tightly close to your aching body.

“Ugh ahh fuck Ethan fuck me now please haven’t i been good enough now to wait”

you rip at Ethan’s shirt and undo his belt unzip his trousers and boxers down and wraps her hand round his cock and pumps it a few times. “Ugh baby wants daddy’s cock deep inside her now.”

Ethan removes your hand from his cock and he rubs it against your aching clit and slips into you “ugh fuck babe always so wet for me just how daddy likes it.” He’s roughly rutting his hips whilst your whole body is matching the rhythm to Ethan fucking you.

Your round perky tits and jiggling and your husband smiles.

“Ugh ugh ahh ahh shit you like that don’t you having the power and ordering your wife around, ugh this brings back memories of our honeymoon you fucking me but if I remember right Mr Hunt it was on our private balcony.”

You’re both hard and roughly pounding and making the bed bang against the wall so much that the rooms on your floor all know who Ethan/daddy is.

You instantly feel the tingling and usual tight feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“Ugh ugh ugh aah yes yes Ethan I’m gonna cum i can’t hold on” your legs are still tightly wrapped round Tom’s ass as you’re both fucking and thrusting. You softly grip Ethan’s shoulders.

Ethan quickens the pace of rambing his cock in and out of you he move both his hands to now cup your face and he gently with his thumb wipes a tiny little tear. “Ohh ohh baby me to you’ve been such a good girl and I love you Mrs Y/n Hunt ready we’ll come together.”

Ethan is roughly and passionately fucking you whilst Your quickly rubbing at your clit feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm. “Ethan…Ethan…aah aah f..fuck.” You both scream out each other’s names and you automatically feel Ethan’s warm liquid cum deeply coat the inside of your pussy and Ethan enjoys the feeling of yours cum coating and softly running down his cock.

He easily pulls out of you making you do a little whine “ohh Ethan did you have to pull out now wanted to keep you warm for a little bit, baby don’t bother about cleaning up I wanna just lay in your arms for now we can clean and wash up later in the shower ,right now all I want is my husband.”

Ethan pulls you really in close and brushes strands of hair he kisses your head.

“Yeah we can shower later same all I want right now is to cuddle and spend time with my gorgeous wife, mmmh love you Mrs Hunt.”

[herecomesaspecialghoul]

I don’t know the ghouls :|

I'm gonna assume you mean, uhh, my siblings in the band? And that's okej, it's hard to know them. I'm not the sort of guy who likes to blame the fandom for everything, buuuut the nicknames y'all (not you specifically, anon, I mean 'y'all' in the sense of everyone else I am gesturing too but yo cannot see my gestures) do tend to create confusions. I will try, then, to to my best to tell you who is who.

For starters, all of us are simply ghouls. We do not have names. Nameless Ghouls is just what we are, as you are (I am assuming) a Named Human. We all are really fucking low tier demons. See, to have a name is to have power, and to know a name is to have power over a demon. Never tell a demon or any magic folk you name! Basic survival knowledge, right there. But us, the Nameless Ghouls? We are essentially sorta, ehhhhhh, practice summons. Baby's first demons. Without names we are quickly called into existence and dismissed just as fast. No fuss, no muss. In the earliest days of the church, they found that summoning ghouls for manual labour and land maintenance and such was far easier than hiring peoples or training them, and since we don't eat or sleep, y'know, we didn't need housing quarters or payments... I say 'we' in the sense of, uhhh, all ghouls, not in the sense that I was there in the beginning. I didn't emerge from Hell until, um, I think it was 1960? Maybe? I don't do so well with time, eheeheheh.

Anyways... So, nicknames. I gotta start this with explaining that all ghouls are created in Hell with an elemental tether to bind us to the Earth so our summon and subsequent existence on the planet is without issue. Every ghoul is either of Fire, Water, Air, Earth, or the Aether. I myself am a Fire Ghoul, which mostly means that every now and then I must set myself on fire in order to keep stable while I'm here... Is kinda like refreshing your router, so to say. Um, when the band project first began, Papa Nihil used a Fire Ghoul, a Water Ghoul, an Earth Ghoul, and an Air Ghoul. And when the band failed much like everything else in that old fuck's life, the ghouls were dismissed back to Hell, which is to be unmade and rendered back into the spooky goo we were called from. Kinda sucks but that's, y'know, how it is.

And then when the band program was reinstated, Imperator and the other higher-ups figured ghouls was the best thing for it, since, again, it meant no paycheques or food or hotel rooms to budget out. An Aether Ghoul was added, and those ghouls who worked under Papa Emeritus the First were sorta, inherited, I guess, by the subsequent Papas. I myself was brought on as spokesghoul due to my amazing ability to talk a whole fucking lot. Well, there's other reasons, but I'm tryin' real hard to stay focused on your problem, here...

When Papa Emeritus the Third came aboard, he decided the Nameless Ghouls needed fancier duds and faces. I helped with the shapeshifting and camouflage learning- all us ghouls have a degree of glamouring ability, which in the past I have likened to the abilities of cuttlefish, as we can only really alter the colour and texture of our forms and not, uhhh, turn ourselves into, um, Beetlejuicey monstery nonsense- but Papa the Third also had sashes made, each embroidered with the elemental, uhh, element, of each ghoul. This, I think, is where the nicknames started happened. This is where y'all (again, broadly speaking) began calling them, y'know, "Earth" and "Water" and such. And then "Alpha" and "Omega" due to some instrument stickers, but those are gone, so nobody use 'em any more, but they do, an' they ain't gonna start listening to my pleas any time soon.

Let's see... The drummer ghoul has always been an Earth Ghoul. Lately it is called Mountain. The bassist has always been a Water Ghoul, lately called Rain. The Air Ghouls have always been on keyboards, the ones who are called Ghoulettes now are referred to as Cirrus, Cumulus, and Sunshine... The Ghoul that provides additional guitars and vocals and tambourines, this is a Water Ghoul, new since Prequelle, and is called "Swiss" due to it's multifunctional, uhhh, function. Black guitar is Aether- some of y'all call it Quintessence but c'mon, Aether is easier to spell... Honestly I don't know where it is "Dew" for the Fire Ghoul guitarist came from, but it's stuck so much that I myself refer to it as Dew. And there are other names you might here, but I think the fandom has made these up for era-specifics, which I don't get, but you do you, as the kids say.

I myself, too, am very much Nameless, but was bestowed the nickname of "Special" by Imperator and Nihil themselves! They used to really like me, eheheehheehehehh...

Is this at all what you were lookin' for????

#spesh answers #nameless ghouls #the nameless ghouls #((not me using Special to perpetuate my own headcanons...))

[queen-of-deans-booty]

We Need To Talk About Kevin: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.9k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Author’s Note: Welcome to the first episode of season 8! I can’t believe I’ve been doing this for almost eight years 😭 I hope you all enjoy ♥️

I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

Depressing memories aside, you have to focus on getting to Channing Ngo's college dorm since she might know where Kevin is. It's a long shot, but you don't have any other leads right now. As soon as you were well rested, you got to the college dorm where Channing let you in once she knew you weren't total strangers. Well, you were, but as soon as she heard Kevin's name, she let you in.

There's something about her that is off, but you can't quite put your finger on it.

"The last time I saw Kevin was, like, a year ago," Channing divulges.

"When he disappeared?"

"Yeah. He stole his mother's car because he thought he was on a mission from God or something. It was crazy."

"Shut up!" Channing's roommate gasps. "My friend Adam got addicted to Adderall but got a perfs on his SATs, so it was totally worth it--it's the same thing."

"Shut up!" Channing gasps back.

"Seriously. Mission from God."

"Look, Channing, we know Kevin was here," you interrupt.

"No, he wasn't."

"We understand if you're trying to protect him, but nobody can protect Kevin better than we can," Sam tries.

"I hate Kevin. I wouldn't protect him."

"I thought you two had a thing."

"Yeah, when he was going to Princeton."

"Wow, just like that?" you ask.

"Yeah,"

"Okay, well, thank you," you say and leave.

You don't want to be here any more than you have to, so you quickly leave the dorm with the brothers.

"So, why would Kevin come sniffing around here if not to see her?" you ask.

"No idea. Maybe we should split up, ask around, see if anybody's seen him?" Sam suggests.

"Yeah, Asian kid, yay high, at a university. That should be easy," Dean scoffs.

"Who do you want to go with, Joanna? Mommy or Daddy?"

"Daddy!" she smiles.

"Of course," you chuckle.

Dean leans down and picks her up, and she cuddles into his chest and rests her head on his shoulder.

"I'm the better parent," Dean teases, sticking his tongue out to you.

"Fine, but don't come crying to me when she throws a fit."

You and the brothers go your separate ways, talking to people who might know where Kevin went. You don't have a good description of him to begin with, but you don't have any luck with anyone. After about an hour of asking kids, you decide to head back to the brothers and see what they got.

Sam is sitting on some concrete table with a built-in umbrella next to an outdoor cafeteria. You approach the table just as Dean comes back with some food that he ordered. Joanna is sitting with Sam and enjoying the snacks you packed her, and Dean hands you food as soon as you sit down.

"Thank you," you smile and unwrap your burger.

"Really?" Sam asks, looking at the meal you and Dean have.

"You had no idea what we had to eat over there, Sam. This is pure heaven right now," you moan after you've taken a bite.

"Check this out. So, I went through campus security archives around the time Kevin should have been here. Anyone look familiar?"

Sam turns the laptop to face you and Dean as you eat. On his screen is a snapshot of Kevin wearing a baseball cap. So, he's alive. That's good.

"Alright, so, what, Kevin comes all the way to campus and doesn't see his girlfriend?"

"I don't know, but I went to the computer lab and found the computer he was on."

"And?"

"And I found the website he was visiting, found his account username, hacked in to the website, found when else this username logged in, and then I reverse-tracked the IP address back to the original user, Kevin, who has apparently been using the same wireless router for the past two months."

"Look at you go!" you praise.

"That is spectacular work. Any chance I can get that in English?" Dean asks, taking a bite again.

"Yeah. I think he's in Iowa at a coffee shop."

When you got to the coffee shop in Iowa, the barista in the shop told you where to find Kevin. She's seen him ducking into the church right across the street whenever he leaves, so you believe he's been hanging out here for the time being.

"A church? Are you sure this is right?" Dean asks when he parks in front of it.

"The barista at the coffee shop swears she's seen Kevin ducking in here for the past few months." You all get out, but you leave Zeus behind in the car for right now. There aren't a lot of people here to call the police for seeing a dog inside the car even if the windows are open. You approach the doors and knock, but Kevin doesn't answer. "Kevin. It's Sam, Dean, and Y/N Winchester. Open up."

Instead of waiting for him to enter, you use your magic to unlock the door. As soon as you walk inside, Kevin stops you with water guns filled with Borax.

"Stop!" you yell, shielding Joanna's face from the cleaning product.

"Stop! Not Leviathans. It's us!" Dean shouts.

"What the hell happened to you guys?" Kevin asks, letting his guard down when he sees you're not burning.

"Cliff Notes? We went to Purgatory. Sam hit a dog."

"For real?" Dean wipes his face of the Borax, and Kevin sighs apologetically. "You want some towels?"

You look around the empty church and see symbols painted all over the windows and floor.

"Who taught you all this?"

"I guess... God?"

"God taught you how to trap demons?"

"Technically, yeah."

"Wait, wait, hold on. Crowley kidnapped you. I saw that, but then you left a message saying you escaped. How?" Sam asks.

"Well, first, he took me to a warehouse. There was a tablet there, just like the last one."

"There's another tablet?" you ask. "Another Word of God?"

"Yes."

"How many Words of God are there?"

"How should I know? I just became a Prophet, like, a year ago."

"Did this tablet have a name?"

"Demons."

"What about demons?" Dean asks, intrigued.

"As far as I could tell... everything. It was all fragments of bits and pieces. It was hard, at first, but I eventually got something about Hell Gates."

"There's one in Wisconsin. The tablet told me how to open it. There were ingredients for a spell."

"You showed the King of Hell how to open a Hell Gate? So that all the demons in Hell could come out all at the same time?" Dean grows angry.

"What? No. I told Crowley I was opening a Hell Gate, but I was reading from another chapter--how to destroy demons."

"You son of a bitch."

"Wait. Kevin? Where's the tablet now?"

"Safe."

"Safe where?" you ask.

"Hey. As long as it's safe, okay?" Dean says, and you just sigh. "Were you able to read anything else off the tablet before you stashed it?"

"Only the stuff about closing the gates of Hell. Forever."

"Come again?"

"Banish all demons off the face of the Earth and lock them away forever. That could be important, right?"

"Closing the gates of Hell forever? Yeah. Yeah, that could be important."

"Can I talk to you two for a second?" you ask, repositioning Joanna on your hip. "Excuse us for a second."

You and the brothers walk outside the church so you can talk about this before deciding what to do.

"Guys, if he's right, he's sitting on a bombshell. Hell, he is the bombshell."

"There's no way that Kevin's getting out of this intact, is there?" Sam asks.

"Well, he's doing pretty well for himself so far."

"Yeah, he got out."

"Sounds like to me he never did. Sam, he's not out when he spent the last year in hiding because of Crowley. That's not being out. That's being in," you try to explain.

"So, free will is only for you two?" Sam asks.

"I can't believe what I'm hearing. Sam, we have an opportunity to wipe the slate clean. We take Kevin to the tablet, he tells us the spell, we send every demon back to hell--forever. Every single bastard that destroyed our lives, killed our mothers, and killed Jess, and you're not sure?"

Sam scoffs and walks back inside the place. Zeus whines from the car, and you look over to see him wag his tail.

"Do you want out?"

He barks once in response, and you take Dean's keys so you can let him out. You don't bother with a leash since you know he is going to come when you call. He stretches his legs before following you and Dean inside the church. You see Sam and Kevin talking with each other, and since this place echoes, you hear exactly what they're saying.

"Kevin, I, uh... I owe you an apology. Um... look, when you disappeared and Dean and Y/N disappeared, I... needed to clear my head, and... I'm thinking maybe you were one of the pieces that I should have been there to pick up."

"You've been a hunter since you were a kid, right?"

"Yeah, mostly. Yeah."

"Ever since I realized I was a prophet, it's just hard to believe this is actually my life," Kevin sighs.

"Yeah. It sucks right now. I know that. It might suck for a lot longer, but... trust me on this: it gets better. If we can do this, get the tablet and get you everything you need to close the gates of Hell, there's a world out there where nobody--not Crowley, no demon--is chasing you anymore."

"I guess I just don't see how I get from there to here."

"I used to not be able to see it, either, but there is a way."

"Just give me five minutes," Kevin sighs.

He gets up from one of the pews and heads to the back where you know his stuff is. Kevin takes exactly five minutes to gather his things, meeting with you and the brothers in the middle of the church. Suddenly, the church starts to shake as if there is an earthquake, but you know it's something more deadly. The floorboards begin cracking to break the symbols painted on the ground.

"We got company," you say, knowing that demons are here.

The double doors fly open and two demons enter with smirks on their faces.

"Dean and Y/N Winchester. Back from Purgatory."

"Spanky the demon," Dean says sarcastically. Sam stands in front of Kevin to protect him, and you keep Zeus close as well as Joanna. "Yeah, I heard about you. You're the one who uses too much teeth, right?"

The demons rush for Sam and Dean, and you grab Kevin's arm to pull him to safety while Sam and Dean battle the two demons. Kevin raises one of his squirt guns and blasts both demons, watching as it burns their skin. Sam takes out the knife that Ruby gave him and stabs one of the demons in the chest, killing him.

"Dean!" Sam yells and tosses the knife to him, and your husband kills the demon instantly.

Just then, Crowley and Channing appear in the doorway of the church. Why is she here? Has she been a demon this whole time? How did you not know this? You can see almost everyone who is possessed because of the black smoke enveloping their body. If she was a demon before, how did you not see it? Did they do a spell to keep you from seeing what she really was?

"Hello, boys and Y/N. Dean. Y/N. You're looking... Well, let's just say Purgatory didn't do you any favors. Where's your angel?"

"Ask your fucking mother," you growl.

"There's that grade-school zip. Missed it. I really did." He turns to Sam and smirks. "Moose. Still with the pork chops. I admire that."

"Let Channing go," Kevin demands of the King.

"That's not Channing, Kevin. Not anymore," you say.

"What an awful thing to say to the boy. Of course it's Channing, Kev. Last time we danced, you stole my tablet and killed my men. Tell you what. Come with me now and I'll consider it bygones. Maybe I'll let the girl go back to... What's-the-Point U."

"He's lying. You won't get Channing back. She's probably dead already," Dean tries to convince Kevin.

"Will you please stop saying that? Let the girl speak," Crowley snaps his fingers.

Just like that, Channing is brought back as the demon sinks into her body.

"Kevin?" Channing gasps, fear in her eyes.

"Channing?"

"What's going on?"

"There's a demon in you, and you're going to your safety school."

"What?!"

Crowley snaps his fingers again, and the demon is brought to the front again.

"No! Okay. I'll do it," Kevin sighs.

"Kevin, what are you doing?" you ask.

"Myself for the girl. But this ends. Alright? No fighting, no nothing. It ends."

"We can't let you do that, buddy," Dean says.

"Or what? You'll kill me?" He scoffs and turns to Crowley with a single nod. "I'll get my stuff."

"Chin up, gentlemen and lady. I'm a professional," Crowley grins. His eyes dart down to your stomach, and his entire demeanor changes. He groans and rolls his eyes in annoyance. "This is great. All I need is more baby Winchesters running around."

"This ain't over by a long shot, Crowley," Dean says, trying to keep the conversation on them and not his children.

"Really, Dean, who writes your stuff? A marshmallow? Come on, Kevin. Chop, chop." He expects Kevin to show up on command, but the young man doesn't show. "Kevin?"

Crowley takes one step forward and Dean raises his knife threateningly, but Crowley snaps his fingers. The knife in Dean's hand glows bright red until it gets too hot for Dean to touch. Your eyes glow blue as you send a blast of magic at his chest, and he goes flying back a couple of feet. However, he takes this calmly and decides not to do anything about it this time. He glares at you, composes himself, and he walks past you three to head to the back where Kevin was.

"Kevin!"

Dean rolls his eyes and picks up his knife which is now cold to the touch. Crowley heads to the back to fetch Kevin with Channing at his side.

"Kevin."

Crowley opens the back door to reveal Kevin standing there with a cord in his hand that is attached to something on the ceiling, out of your line. He pulls the line and buckets of holy water rain down on the duo.

"Sam! Dean! Y/N! Run!" Kevin yells.

You don't waste another second and turn tail, clutching your daughter tightly as you run. Zeus barks and runs with you knowing that there is danger nearby. Kevin races around the demons and joins you three by the car. Everyone piles into whatever seat they can get into, and you strap Joanna into her car seat easily.

You look behind you to see Crowley and Channing outside. Black smoke pours out of Channing's mouth, so you know that she's the only person living inside her body. Knowing that Kevin is watching, he snaps Channing's neck with a hand motion similar to what her neck is doing.

In the next second, they're out of sight. You sigh and look at Kevin to see unshed tears in his eyes. It's best to leave him alone right now, so you just slump in your seat and look out the window. You're not sure where you're going, but Dean stops at a gas station to fill up. It's a nice break from the crazy that you just escaped, so you watch as Sam gets out to stretch his long legs.

Suddenly, Dean's phone rings and he picks it up immediately.

"Hello? ... Wrong number," Dean shakes his head and hangs up. "Automated jackass. All right, does anybody want anything?"

"I'm good," Sam says.

You look at Kevin when he doesn't respond.

"Kevin, are you okay?"

"I'm awesome. The king of Hell just snapped my girlfriend's neck. How about you?" he says sarcastically.

"Alright, listen to me," Dean clears his throat. "I'm sorry about your girlfriend, okay? I am. But the sooner you get this, the better. You're in it now, whether you like it or not. That means you do what you gotta do. I'm hitting the head."

"I'll go with you. I have to go as well."

You know exactly who was on the other end of Dean's phone conversation. He doesn't say anything as you two leave the car and walk around the side of the building where the bathrooms are. Dean takes out his phone and dials Benny once more, getting him and putting him on speakerphone.

"There he is," Benny chuckles on the other end.

"How did you get a phone?" you ask.

"Would you believe they sell these things in convenience stores now? A lot's changed in fifty years."

"Must be a hell of a lot to take in."

"Mostly it's the choices, you know? So many choices," he sighs longingly.

"Benny, you're doing great. We're proud of you," you say.

"Listen, Benny, not to beat a dead horse, but what we did down there is what we had to do. Now, I don't regret it for a second. But... you know, maybe until we both adjust, it's best we don't talk for a while," Dean says.

"There it is," Benny sighs.

"One day at a time, just like we talked about, right?"

"I think you had it right, bud."

"What's that?"

"Purgatory was pure. I'm kind of wishing I had appreciated it more. You know? Like you."

"Listen, you got an emergency, you call me, you understand?"

"I hear you. You keep your nose clean, too, brother."

Dean and Benny hang up, and you look around the corner at Sam.

"If he knew, he'd be pissed."

"That's why we're not saying anything. We promised each other."

"I'm not saying anything. Your secrets become mine and mine become yours. I got your back, babe." You kiss him on the lips quickly before pulling back. "Now I really do need to go to the bathroom."

You and Dean go your separate ways, and you head into the women's restroom. It takes less than five minutes to do what you need to do, and after you wash your hands, you dry them with three paper towels. You look at yourself in the mirror with a sigh. Purgatory definitely fucked you up in ways you didn't know it could. You're definitely not the same woman as you were before.

With a shake of your head, you open the restroom to leave but freeze in your steps when you see who is standing right in front of you.

"Hello, Y/N," Amara smiles.

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[polyhedral42]

New garage doors, 5/n

Friends came over this afternoon, so I only had a couple of hours. But the doors must be done!

It’s hinge time. Hinges are recessed for extra strength, which means recessing them into the door frame. They used to chisel the pockets by hand, but now we have power tools!

But first, measuring them. I’m using a trick called a “story stick”, which is literally a strip of wood the same size as the door. I’ll mark the locations of the hinges on the stick, and then transfer from that to each door as well as the garage frame. That way I know the placements are identical in all four cases. For the frame, I’ll shim the stick up a touch so the doors don’t scrape the ground. Three pictures, worth three thousand words?

Also, always label the side of the mark you care about - otherwise you’ll flip something over. Trust me, been there done that...

With the door marked for hinges, I need to route the pockets. I don’t have steady enough hands to do that manually. If I’d used actual lumber a chisel would be an option, but trying that on plywood would be nasty to the chisel. Instead, it’s router time. We’re going to use a pattern bit and a jig. Start by marking the width of the hinge on a strip of plywood:

Then trim that piece off and cut two more to make a U. Glue is fine for this, since it’s not going to be under a lot of pressure. The vertical piece is just to keep it flat - the clamps were bending things into a curve.

A quick break while the glue dries... and time to set up the router! For the windows I also used a bearing guided bit, but one with the bearing at the end. This has the bearing in the middle:

and I can get the depth of the bit to the thickness of the ply plus the thickness of the hinge. Plus, let’s be honest, a hair more just to be sure. This is with the router very, very unplugged. Fingers! Yikes!

Glue’s dried by now on my hinge jig, but it needs one more piece - a fence to get the depth right. I used another scrap piece of plywood edge on so that it would work with the trim on the garage part. The hole is now exactly the same size as a leaf of the hinge. One side is effectively open, but that’s fine - that’s the edge of the door.

Router time! Just drop the jig on the edge of the door and align the marks. I used an air nailer to tack the jig down so it doesn’t slide around. Clamps also work, or screws, or in a pinch tape - but nails are easy and you just pull them out later.

Ugh. Plywood sawdust smells terrible. And it gets everywhere. There’s really no way to collect the sawdust in a case like this.

One little problem (well, technically, two). Any guesses? 

Yep! That’s why hinges have rounded corners, but the ones I got (McMaster Carr, what a great place) have square corners. This is easy enough to fix with a hammer and chisel.

But wait, I said I wasn’t using a chisel on plywood because it’ll wreck the edge! Yeah, but this is tiny...

*sob* my poor chisel.

Okay, next up - drilling the hinge holes. I used to do this by hand, marking the center of each screw hole and trying to get the bit to go straight in. Then I discovered a “self centering drill bit”, which has a hollow cylinder that surrounds a spring-loaded drill bit. These things are amazing! The cylinder centers on the hole in the hinge leaf and the drill bit starts the hole. Perfectly centered holes, no mistakes. 

That started the hole, and then I switched to a normal bit to make them deeper. Since I already had the start of the hole, the holes remained centered.

Next up: one last addition before I go route the hinge pockets on the garage itself. I’ll leave a couple of teasers here, and if it works I’ll explain what I did. If it doesn’t, I’ll just delete the pictures and claim it never happened.

REVENGE OF BOXES OF TILE MWAHAHAHAHAHA!

#diy #woodworking

[dallas-ghostbusters]

Tobin's. Nothing.

Spates. Nothing.

Kemp's. Nothing.

Not a single book, article, or essay held any answers to dispelling Tiamat from her vessel, and Cassidy was just about out of hope. The gravity of the situation was finally crashing down on her. She was supposed to be the one with all the lore knowledge. She was supposed to know everything about the world of the supernatural and occult. She was supposed to find Tiamat's weakness.

"I failed. The universe is going to end and it's all my fault."

Keith looked up from the portal control panel. "If it's any consolation, the rest of us feel just as guilty if not more. I guess it's everyone's fault."

Cassidy held her head in her hands. "Surprisingly enough, Keith, that doesn't make me feel better."

He shrugged. "Was worth a shot. Well anyway, I wouldn't beat yourself up too bad about it. Really it was only a matter of time before we had a Class VII event. I mean, when Emily was possessed, that Class III pushed their own soul out of their body. If that wasn't an indication of increasing PK activity, I don't know what is."

Cassidy huffed. "Why do you have to be so smart?"

"Hey, you're smart too."

"Yeah, but I'm not good at being smart outside of ghosts and monsters." She picked up a small cylindrical device and rotated it around in her hands. "Like this. I could never make this! I mean such a little thing that allows us to talk throughout the nexus! It's incredible!"

"The NCN? That old thing? You are aware that Tiamat 'helped' me make it. It probably doesn't even work. Ever since she cut us off from Rocket's dimension, I've been thinking about when we were cut off from most of the nexus. Before I made the IDTS with Dr. Stantz, we were communicating fine with everyone else. It doesn't make sense that just because that blew up we wouldn't be able to talk to anyone else outside our dimension other than Rocket. Tiamat's just been in control the whole time."

Cassidy looked over the NCN once more. On the top of the cylinder, there was a familliar symbol. "𒀭" Cassidy traced over the grooves in the plastic shell where the symbol was engraved. "Been in control the whole time... Keith what made you choose this symbol?"

He shrugged. "Dunno. I was probably influenced to pick it by Tiamat. No idea what it means. Maybe an explosion? Is that how we'll all go out?"

"Keith, this is the first letter of her name in Akkadian cuneiform."

"Well that checks out."

Cassidy nodded and pulled out her phone. "Didn't you send a schematic of that to Dr. Stantz in dimension 1?"

"Yeah... Why?"

"What if it's not a communication router? What if it was some kind of way for Tiamat to focus her energy better? Think about it, after you made this, her activity here increased. She got powerful enough to control the weather, manipulate the astral plane, and jump to a new dimension and claim a vessel."

Keith hit his forehead with his palm. "Of course! She's only able to stay in dimension 1 because the router is an anchor point for her energy! If we can get in contact with Dr. Stantz, he'll know where the anchor is and he can destroy it. That should leave Tiamat vulnerable and make it easier to exorcize her from Elon."

Cassidy stood up and beamed. "And she won't have anywhere else to run to but here! Unless she somehow has her energy focused somewhere else, this dimension will have the only anchor point!"

Keith matched Cassidy's expression and threw his hands on her shoulders. "She'll be more powerful, sure, but we can take her! We just have to destroy our anchor point once she's back here, and then she'll be ripe for banishing! Cassidy, you're a genius!"

She swatted the air. "Oh come on, you would've come to the same conclusion eventually."

"Yeah but you got there first."

Cassidy sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck. "Aw jee. I uh. I guess I should go notify Dr. Stantz and Dr. Spengler huh."

"Yeah I think that would be wise. Godspeed, Cass," he said with a salute.

She saluted back. "Same to you, Keith."

#📚 #☢

[lyssafreyguy]

dude we got a new router in the house cause our ISP was like "erm you NEED to have a new more powerful one. moron." and it's been such major ASS especially when me and my stepdad who works from home are using it at the same time which was NEVER a problem before. I'm over here anthropomorphising the little 6 that shows up in the corner of my phone's wifi icon just so I can beath that bitch up cause it means literally nothing. hell on earth.

[harrismeincke99]

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[gregrambles]

Let's talk about home networking, and the absolute frustration I am currently experiencing with the disparity between consumer networking equipment, and the speed of storage in most modern computers.

I'm an outlier, and I understand that. But let's highlight my current situation, and why I'm baffled at how we've remained at a now piddly gigabit speed for in-home wired networking for such a long time.

Almost 15 years ago, in May of 2009, we got SATA in its current form. This is that weird little connector on every motherboard that has a long L running down it.

Stock photo courtesy of Envato

This allowed for the transfer of data between storage devices in your computer (at the time, hard drives) and the rest of the system. SATA-III, the current specification, allows for speeds of up to 6.0Gbit/s, or ~600MB/s. At the time of its release, hard drives on the market could read/write at ~100MB/s. I'm generalising, but this is largely true for consumer hard disks of 2009/2010. Now, that's definitely not 600MB/s, you might think. And you'd be right! I won't go too deep into the reason for why SATA-III seems overkill here to avoid derailing the original topic.

Also by this point, gigabit Ethernet was ubiquitous. If you had a home computer, and were part of the wave of people starting to take the internet seriously in the mid-late 2000s, it's not unlikely you were wired up. The family computer was still a strong component of most homes, and wi-fi was slow and unreliable. Most ISP provided cable modems at this time would have also included at least one gigabit port to connect a router or network switch to. And to that end, NETGEAR has been selling the same little GS105 gigabit network switch for more than 20 years now.

So, if you had network attached storage in this era, then it was almost certainly working to the best of its ability. You were pretty much going to get that max throughput from your network and the connected drives without being concerned about a bottleneck on either end.

But then we move to the early 2010s. SSDs have entered the market and they're coming down in price quickly. Originally designed to use the SATA interface, these suckers could write quick, and a single one of them could easily max out SATA's 6Gbps, writing or reading at around 550MB/s. We've officially crossed the threshold now, and if you wanted a couple of these in a network attached storage device, you would be sacrificing some speed. A few more years, and not only have SSDs gotten cheaper, but clever engineers over at Intel and a consortium of other companies had introduced a newer, better standard than SATA: NVMe.

With this, we were looking at speeds in the GB/s range, not MB/s. By 2020, these had become standard in almost every desktop and laptop you could buy.

So now, three years after that, and many after this disparity between gigabit networking and storage transfer speeds showed up, why does home networking still insist on remaining terrible?

Well, as it turns out, I'm just a weirdo. About the same time that our storage speeds got better, people started needing less of it, and the way people used computers has changed drastically. These days, people don't really user ethernet the way they used to. Wi-fi has gotten better, data plans have gotten better. Most of the devices we use on a regular basis now don't have a means to plug them in. Everyone streams content, stores documents and photos in the cloud, or browses light content on their phone.

Routers/modems of today prioritize wireless speeds over wired ones. Wi-fi 6e and the upcoming Wi-fi 7 standard boast multi-gigabit speeds in ideal environments. Gigabit ethernet adapters are cheap to manufacture, and there's little demand for anything better. For that, you end up in a the "prosumer" market where you deal with equipment that isn't much more than a rebadged, feature locked enterprise product for niche enthusiasts like myself.

I just want a cheap, unmanaged 2.5+ gbit network switch from a reputable brand. Is that too much to ask?

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