#my computer watching me right click save as these from a photographer's website in the middle of the work day: help. get it.

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Smut !!

Summary : Gojo is a frustrated colleague and you take care of him

Tags : office sex, voyeurism, unprotected-sex

Credit : rennca_ on Twitter

You were checking your computer very unmotivated after seeing the message at the top of your emails.

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐋/𝐍, 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐗𝐗𝐗 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐫. 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨. 𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟓. 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝟓, 𝟗 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟒 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐗𝐘𝐙 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨@𝐲𝐲𝐲𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞.𝐜𝐨𝐦

You looked at the top of your screen and the calendar showed you June 5. You sighed. You had put off the date long enough. You rolled your eyes; you definitely didn't want to meet that famous Gojo Satoru whose reputation was pursuing him as a womanizer. You printed the necessary papers, took your phone and looked at the time, 17:49.

Well, I'll go quickly and go home, you thought. You salivated at the thought of your pizza waiting in your freezer. For once you could go home early and enjoy a quiet evening. You grabbed your bag and took a good stretch.

You headed for the elevator. Which floor again? You consulted your company's website and looked for his name in the contacts. His picture appeared first. Womanizer... you could see why all the women were behind. With that piercing blue gaze, and the peculiar color of his platinum hair, even you had to admit that he was more than attractive. Even on his profile, which was supposed to be professional, you could see that he had a little smile on his face, the photographer was certainly a pretty woman. You chased your thoughts and slid on his profile to see his office number: 711.

So, 7th floor, you clicked on the button that indicated the right number.

Once there you looked at the arrows indicating in which direction you should go. The one on the left indicated his office only.

-Son of... you whistled through your teeth; you have an office all to yourself... pfff... you muttered jealously.

His office must have been gigantic. And from where you were, you could see his door, framed by two large windows. You raised your eyebrows admiring the fact that his office was made of glass and that it certainly overlooked an extraordinary view.

You walked over and a few feet before the door, a desk was on your right.

You could read "Secretary" on the silver plate in the middle of the cabinet, but without the owner at her post. You thought about whether you could leave the documents here and go.

-Shit, thinking about the deadline that was today. You couldn’t leave not knowing if he saw them or not, plus you needed to discuss some points with him. Well, never mind let’s see if he’s here, you approached the door which was slightly opened.

Yes! you thought, that means he was still here, you put your hand to open it when you heard muffled sounds coming from inside. You reached out to see what was going on, to see if he was in a meeting with someone but the sounds were more and more like grunts. You closed your eyes and pursed your lips.

It's not what I think it is, right? you thought.

You reached out even closer and heard the moans of a man and those of a woman, whose mouth must have been currently occupied by the "slurp" sounds you could hear.

This was the worst... you thought. How could you interrupt this moment? You definitely weren't going to wait for him to finish his business, nor were you going to go in without being announced, embarrassing them. This is not the place to do that. You bit your lip at the thought, you weren't the one who could talk. You massaged your temple, thinking

-Shit, can you go faster or not?... he moaned from within.

Well, you had to get up the courage, otherwise you would never have made it home. You knocked twice.

-Mr. Gojo? Y/N L/N here, I'm supposed to drop off files for the updates Mr. Nanami requested. Can I leave them on the desk outside for you? you asked.

You heard a sharp muffled noise.

-No, bring them in here, he answered.

What? you thought.

-I need to see the files Mrs. L/N. Come in! he continued.

-What?! said the female voice inside.

You heard several gesticulations in the office before a young woman, slightly taller than you, came out, red with embarrassment. She put her hair back in place and walked towards her desk.

-Oh, and Miss Suwaga? The young woman turned around. Stay at your post, I've sent you the last of the appointments for the week. Finish this and you can go home.

She breathed and went back to her office with a quick step. You swallowed. You didn't know where to put yourself.

-Come in... he said in a deep voice.

You took the files clutched in your hands close to your pounding chest and closed the door behind you. He was sitting in the direction of his large bay window; you could see him from three-quarters. From there you could see that his shirt was down to one button, his hair was partially pulled back. He turned around in his chair to face you.

-Sorry for the wait, I was ... busy, he said, winking at you.

You looked at him and shrugged.

-Next time maybe try to make sure you're alone? you say dryly.

He slumped back in his large chair and crossed his arms behind his head.

-Oh? And the idea of being surprised? he asked you. Isn't that something that excites you?

A wave of electricity shot through your body, ending in your panties. Yes, it is. You had experienced it not long ago.

-I think the topic is off the table for our meeting, you answered him trying to face him. I'll cut to the chase. I'm here to drop this off, you handed him the documents. I need to discuss with you the importance of points 5, 9 and 14, if possible.

-5 June huh?... he said gently.

-Pardon?

He tapped his watch. You raised an eyebrow.

-Fortunately, that my activities saved you then.

You frowned your eyes trying to understand what he was getting at. He smiled.

-Usually I'm out by 5:30, and it would have been too late for you. Knowing Kento, he sent you these documents easily a week in advance... why did you wait so long to deliver them to me?

You couldn't tell him that you didn't want to meet him, that was not very professional...

-I'm on the right date, the rest doesn't matter.

-I'm not so sure about that thought but whatever. So, points 5, 9 and 14... he looked at them and typed some things on his computer. You discussed their implementation and every time you spoke, he looked at you intensely, in a way that made your whole back shiver. You didn't know if he was making you uncomfortable or if it was because of the excitement that was starting to build up in your body. You had to leave before you got to the end of that thought.

-I think we have everything, don't you? you asked, cutting off his gaze.

He tilted his head to the side looking you up and down.

-I have a few more things I'd like to go over with you, he said.

-Is this about our meeting? You asked.

He looked up at the ceiling, thinking.

-More or less, he continued.

-I'm listening then, you answered.

He tilted his head to the side, facing the glass that separated his office from the hallway. His secretary was still at her post, looking exasperated. He smirked.

-I must tell you something, he began. As you can imagine, you stopped me in a crucial moment, and you see I'm both frustrated because I'm currently very tight in my pants.

You widened your eyes.

-But at the same time, I'd like to thank you because it really wasn't incredible, what was going on I mean. He smiled at you, not taking his eyes off you.

-Shall I say “you are welcome”? you said in a playful tone.

His smile did not leave his lips, his tongue passing slowly between them. He rested his elbows on his desk, resting his head on his hands, staring at you. Your legs closed as if by automatic.

-I'd like to be the one to tell you "you're welcome", if you can follow what I'm getting at. I have the impression that you are not indifferent to me, right?

You pinched your lips.

-Well... he continued

He got up from his desk, walking around, you followed him with your eyes. He sat down on the edge, facing you, his legs level with your chest, which was quickening with your breathing. You didn't really know what to say, but to be honest, yes, it had an effect on you. More than you'd like to admit.

-Your face answers for you, baby, I almost don't need you to answer me, he says. I want to hear your beautiful voice...

-Gojo...

-Yes, he cut you off, I want to hear you shout that name, my pretty, under my movements.

The electricity that was flowing through you was really starting to burn, it was making you hot now.

-With your secretary outside? I'm having trouble...

-Oh? so if she's not there... is that a yes? But you see she has to work; she won't bother us... he says with a growing smile.

You swallow, what were you doing? Your pizza was waiting for you, your quiet evening. But deep down, you wanted to see if his reputation was based on anything real.

-Maybe, you say. But if you promise to contain your moaning, maybe I can get past it.

He grunted. So that was his kink? Being heard? Found out?

-Can you? he asked.

-It depends on how well my partner do, you said confidently.

-Confident huh, he said in a hoarse voice. He got up and went to lock the door, turning his secretary's head in your direction.

He signaled her to continue working through the glass.

When he turned around, he could see you starting to unbutton your dress, revealing your black lacy lingerie underneath. You easily let it fall to your feet and found yourself in front of him wearing only your underwear and semi-opaque tights.

He looked you up and down and swallowed. Perfect was the word on his lips. His erection already present since the beginning of your meeting was growing and soon would not be able to hold in his pants become too tight.

You infiltrated a finger on each side of your tights to remove it.

-No, wait! He unexpectedly shouted. I want to do it.

He licked his lips.

-Fuck, you are gorgeous, and I’m picky guy.

He took your head and dipped his tongue in your mouth making you moaned. He took you by the legs, wrapping them around his waist, your almost naked skin touching his exposed chest. You moaned at the contact of his erection on your clothed pussy. He opened his eyes to see your face, focused on your kiss. Oh, he was going to enjoy it. He pinned you down on the desk, his hands sliding down your legs. He got up from you, you opened your eyes slowly to see a semi-god in front of you taking off his shirt, your legs still wrapped around him, your hips starting little movements to rub against him. He smiled.

-Hun, hun, baby, putting his hand on your panties.

He rubbed his fingers against your pussy that only wanted him inside you. You shivered at the thought.

-You are not allowed to move without my permission. I give the orders in my office.

You swallowed and nodded.

-Good girl, he said in a deep voice.

He continued his caresses along your legs, stopping on your thighs and clutching them. He looked at you and smiled widely. You returned his gaze intrigued at what was going on in his head when you felt him suddenly pull on your tights, ripping them off completely, creating two gaping holes on your legs.

-Hey! but before you could continue, he pressed his mouth against yours.

You both moaned in your kiss. His hand slipped under your pantyhose, touching your skin, pinching you then caressing you, leaving little red marks behind. He pulled his hand out and came off from your lips, admiring you panting. He returned his gaze to your pussy, still hidden under too many layers, before tearing off the part of the pantyhose that prevented him from having access to it.

-Ah! you couldn't help but exclaim at the realization that your tights were completely ruined under his attack. Fuck... you felt his warm breath next to your panties, making you even wetter than before. Satoru... please~ you moaned.

-Hmmm, eager I see, he said while shifting your panties to the side having full access to your cunt.

He licked in one go; your pussy completely wet under his movements. He let out an animal growl.

-Tasty, he mumbled before nibbling one of your vaginal lips.

-Urgh! ~ you groaned. More! you begged, putting your hands on his head, in his silver hair.

-What did I say? He said stopping his movements. I give the orders here.

He raised an eyebrow waiting for an answer from you, you nodded slowly, wanting only one thing, that he makes a mess of you.

He returned his attention to your cunt which was just asking for his tongue. He licked one wall, then another, forcing you to gasp under the pleasure of his movements. He finally introduced his long tongue deep into you, making you widen your eyes, and a few tears of pleasure came to the edge of your eyes.

Under his erratic movements, he grunted. He was taking more and more pleasure; his boxers were so tight. He only wanted to take you on his desk until you couldn't walk anymore. He continued to move his tongue back and forth, before concentrating on your clit, biting it tenderly and sucking it repeatedly.

-Ah-ah-ah ~~, you moaned, tongue out. My god… fuck! uh-uh-uh…

He accelerated his movements understanding by your moaning louder and louder that he was doing things right, obviously. He withdrew from your pussy and licked all of your body slowly going up, until he reached your breast.

He easily inserted two long fingers inside you, while licking the contours of your chest. He lifted your bra with his other hand and sucked around your nipple. His fingers quickened the movements, feeling your hips trembling as if you were begging to him to go further. He circled around your clit, making you moaned of pleasure. He nibbled on your nipple before taking more of your breast into his mouth, leaving behind the sucking noises that were getting you off even more. Your pussy tightened at his movements, you felt yourself coming. You couldn't help but cry out in pleasure as he applied pressure to your sensitive spot.

-Hmmm, there yes…yess…ah-ah-ah~~ you moaned so loudly that you knew that the secretary had heard you, making you tighten even more around her fingers. You felt your orgasm coming, making all your legs and body shake.

-OH MY GOD! ~~ you screamed, letting the wave of pleasure take over.

He placed his lips on yours, still fingering you, with his fucking long finger, right through your orgasm. Your walls were clinching around his movements. His name was on your lips, and it was making him so fucking horny. He withdrew from you, letting you breathless on the desk. He let down his pants and started to palpate his dick under his boxer. He was so hard it was painful. You stood up on your elbows, watching him slowly undress before seeing what was waiting for you under his boxers.

-Want that? He asked.

You nodded.

-Ye-yess, I want it… you salivated.

-Suck it then, he ordered removing entirely his boxer, letting free his thick dick, moistened by his precum, decorated by long blue veins. You rolled your tongue over your lips at the thought of having him in your mouth.

You got down from the desk, walking towards him, once facing him you got down on your knees, gently licking his chest. He watched you descend on him, and you never left his sight.

-Mmmh, he moaned, yeah.

You took his cock in your hands, slowly starting to jack him off. You gave a few licks on the top, sucking on his precum which made him tilt his head back. His eyes met those of his secretary who had been looking in your direction for a few minutes now. She could make out your legs, but you were hidden behind the door. Gojo motioned for her to take note, imitating a pen and notebook with his hand, she glared back at him, red. She took her bag, turned around, he let out a laugh. she left the office.

He concentrated on you, who had just started to pump him, rolling your tongue along his member.

-Fuck, you're good, he said in a deep voice.

You took him deeper into your mouth, his tip touching the entrance to your throat. Your heat and wetness turned him on. He took your head and pushed it even deeper into him, holding you firmly. Tears gathered along your eyes and began to roll down. His cock was much too long for you. He pulled out before he pushed in.

-Oh fuck! Yeah!

He accelerated his movements with his hips fucking your mouth hardly. With each coming and going, his cock was pushing more and more into your throat, forcing you to gap on him. He grabbed your head even more, a few more strokes and he'd be able to get himself all the way into your mouth. The thought was already making him want to release himself into you. His movements accelerated and your mouth noises became louder and louder, your saliva and his precum mixing together. He took you out of his mouth, you were completely crying.

What a sight, he thought. You wrapped your hand around him while your jaw readjusted and jerked him off at a rapid pace.

-FUCK yes! Keep it up and I'll cum on you! Shit! UH~~ yes!

He was literally screaming with pleasure. The sun rays were shining through his hair, giving you a wonderful show, this man was the definition of beauty. You took it back into your mouth, pumping it at a steady pace, you felt him shaking, with each of your strokes. His head snapped back, pleasure taking over.

-Holy shit.... I'm gonna... huh-huh~~ cum... fuck!

You sucked his cock completely before diving back on top of him to take him completely, your nose touching his hair, the same color as those on top of his head. You felt him blocking you where you were, with his hands on your head, and his hips took over, moving back and forth at an almost hellish pace in your mouth. Your throat was now completely filled with him.

-Cumming! Huh! ~~ AH!

With one last thrust inside your mouth, he released his cum which went straight into throat, without you being able to do anything. His eyes completely closed, his head still back, his hands on your head and his hips still making little dry movements, as if to make sure you wouldn't let any drop out. He slowly came down from his cloud before watching you swallow the sperm; he had just released into you.

-Fuck that was amazing .... he moaned.

It had been a long time since he had felt so much pleasure from a blow job. Where have you been all this time?

You fell on your hands trying to catch your breath. He laughed at the sight. Confident not long ago, yet you were now on all fours in front of him, and clearly, he wasn't done with you. He took your arm, forcing you to stand up, he pushed his lips on you.

-Incredible, however now this will go into you.

You looked down, seeing that his cock was getting harder. How? In few seconds only… How?

You gasped when he lifted you, kissing you again and bringing you to his chair, next to the bay window, the last rays of sunlight caressing your skin.

-Honey… he said quietly, seeing you shining.

-Sit on me now, I'll take you in that position.

you nodded and placed a leg on each side before taking his cock in your hands, placing it at your entrance. You were soaked with excitement and the touch of his tip on your pussy made you moan.

You rubbed yourself against him, lubricating him before sitting on him, pulling him in more and more.

-Good girl, I'm not quite there yet," he said, watching your two limbs slowly connect. I want to be fully inside you before I let you see the 7th heaven...

You nodded and continued your descent into him, moving up and down to take him even more. You leaned on his head, forcing him to face your breasts still trapped in your bra. He left your slowly descending hips before pulling your bra down leaving your breasts exposed. He sucked on one before grunting, feeling almost entirely inside you. He thrust his hip into you before sneaking your hips into contact.

-Fuck, he steadied himself. Fuck, so tight…

Your eyes were completely closed at the thought of having him inside you. He lowered his head, seeing your juices sliding down your thighs and onto him. He licked his mouth and began to circle his hips so you could feel him all the way inside you. He saw your tongue fall out of your mouth, oh yes you liked that.

He was touching your sensitive points without any effort.

-Move. Now, he ordered.

You lifted yourself up before falling back on top of him, allowing him to see a bulge forming a few inches below your belly button.

He watched you make your moves, hypnotized by the appearance and disappearance of this bump. When was the last time he had faced his partner? For a long time now, he always took them from behind, avoiding meeting their eyes. Yet you, he wanted to see you get off on him. Your movements accelerated on him, your hands went down on his shoulders, your head tilted back. He felt that you were losing your balance, so he grabbed your hips, and started to move in you at a ferrous pace.

-AH! ~~ fuck ye-yessss! You cried.

He was hitting your cervix so easily. He was hammering in you, and you were just a ball of nerve under his contact. With each thrust, he left slap noises that made you so excited. His groans were also growing louder. Your tightness was taking him so good, applying pressure all around his dick.

-God dammit, he moaned, so, so good… ~~

He sped up and sucked on your other tit. You took back his head in your arm, pressing him completely against your chest. Your hands traveled his hair, as he was pounding inside of you. He pinched his lips, not knowing what sounds could still come out of his mouth. You were just a hot mess crying his name, cries that echo throughout his office.

-Huh… I’m cumming… Satoru… harder….

-Fuck… he groaned.

He accelerated his movements, but the chair preventing him from being completely free he got up, you in his arms the legs rolled up around him.

His cadence was animal, he was going to make you cum, and you couldn't take it anymore. He squeezed himself so hard that his cock was part of you. He was coming and going inside you, expanding you again and again, your walls were still adapting. Your pleasure juices were falling on the floor leaving drops gathering more and more on his immaculate marble. His thrusts were more brutal, you felt him coming and you only wanted one thing, his pleasure in you.

-Fuck! he shouted. He took almost all of himself out of you before forcing his hips back into you. I'm gonna fucking cum! In you… shit! ~~

-Ye-ess! inside me! yes! yes! fuck! harder! you screamed.

-You like that, huh! don't you? When I go deep inside you!

He pushed himself deep inside.

-Yes-yess! God, that's the best! Satoru! I love your cock! I love it! URGH! ~~

-ROHH! damn it! He shouted, his rhythm was unbearable.

You came with a loud scream almost falling backwards, but Gojo picked you up by your lower back. You let him do what he wanted with you, not having any energy left, he continued to piston up in your oversensitive pussy, all your nerves were on fire. How does he to still be standing, carrying you and hammering like that??

He was chasing his orgasm. His cock was getting deeper and deeper into you, with one last thrust he went deeper, spilling his hot cum deep inside you.

-Fuck!! he roared. YEAH~~.... fuck!

He let himself in even after a few minutes making sure his cum stayed inside you, even when you went home.

After many minutes he slowly pulled out and slumped back in his chair, you still in his arms. His office was completely dark, as night had fallen. You were slowly catching your breath. You began to remove your pantyhose completely torn off under your partner's hands.

-I don't think it's going to do me much good anymore... you say softly.

He laughed.

-Sorry about that, but I was getting too excited.

-Mmmh... you put your panties back on and slowly buttoned up your dress. You took your bag and pointed to the documents on his desk. Don't forget to fill out the last few items.

He turned to you.

-It takes only a few seconds to do that," he laughed.

-What? You said surprised.

-Yes... I didn't really need all your advice, but an excuse for you to stay. He winked at you, like it worked.

You sighed and picked up your bag.

-Well, Gojo Satoru, it was… nice to meet you, you said as you tapped on the folds of your dress.

-Likewise, likewise… he said closing the buckle of his pants. Can't wait to see the next updates... he snickered.

-Good evening, you answered him turning your back and waving.

-Oh and Y/N ! You turned to him. You are welcome, he said putting his vest on.

You smiled and turned back.

You left his office closing behind you. Ah, his secretary had left. You blushed at the thought that she must have heard you.

You exhaled thinking about your pizza. It’s going to be for another day.

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[the-apples-were-monitored]

i was very internet savvy at a very young age (i guess you'd call it my only savant skill) but as much as i hate to admit it, some of my internet savvy came from having a stepdad who was a webhoster on the side so he was always very concerned that i would fuck up our one (1) family computer so he drilled internet safety into me. some of it i could disregard to a degree (any web safety thing aimed at kids that assumes that every person on the internet is a murderer is going to make the kids disregard everything you say, you need to teach kids how to differentiate the good from the bad and how to verify things and how to maintain your privacy), but a lot of it was actually really useful. the thing is that i was so web savvy that after taking my typing test in 5th grade, i tested so well on it that they waived my need for the computer class at all. which is good, because i know it would've been redundant for me, a person who learned to tell on sight which limewire downloads would give me viruses in early elementary school, but my worry is that a lot of kids are growing up right now with no parents who think to teach them web safety and schools that won't instill the proper methods. because it's not just "everyone is secretly a 40 year old man on the internet" because as a person with a long-term girlfriend who i met online 11 years ago, i can tell you that's not true. so i'm gonna try to outline basic web safety. feel free to add:

first of all, don't list absolutely everything about you in your bio on ANY website. i've always used a pseudonym, but if you don't want to do that use a nickname or your first name only. you don't need to list your age or any identifying information. this includes: birthdays, upcoming events, and current photographs. i know you're rolling your eyes, but if you insist on facebook or instagram, keep your accounts private. i'll make exceptions for cosplay because that's a removal of identifying features. you should know that any photograph you post online is used by facial recognition software and saved to a database (this includes facial recognition on your phone). and the reason i say not to list upcoming events on websites is because the more information you post about yourself to strangers, the more likely weird stalkers are to track you. they can find you off of the smallest details, and the more you give them the easier you make it

i'd discourage the use of google chrome. it was a great browser back when i was a teenager, but it tracks every movement you make and is partnering with real shady people who are using your data in shifty ways (this is also why i discourage facebook, as a person who left the site almost 10 years ago, but i digress). a lot of us are shifting back to firefox now because it's much more secure for our privacy.

invest in an adblocker. seriously, adblockers are free in a lot of cases. get one. become ungovernable. you probably also want a vpn while you're at it. if privacy reasons aren't good enough, you should know that they stop you from having to watch annoying ads AND unblock content on youtube/netflix that's restricted in your country

when an app requires permissions to use your location or show notifications, opt out. just don't do it. don't. be. trackable.

there are ways to get around paywalls and websites that refuse to let you use with an adblock. i can send you tutorials if you wanna know. you shouldn't have to pay for knowledge on the internet

if you're posting youtube videos, don't enable it to show your filming location under the video. it baffles me that this is a feature now. i keep seeing videos that say the location under them

don't tell strangers on the internet everything about yourself all at once. build trust with people you like on shared communities then after you're sure, you can start verifying people through zoom or whatever. never meet someone until you've verified them over webcam. always meet in a public place that's a good distance from where you actually live so they don't have a good stalking jumping off place if it doesn't go well. and don't send pics to anyone you haven't verified

i mean this for any reason, not just for nudes. no sending pics to anyone you haven't verified. you don't know what they're doing with them or where they might distribute them. if anyone tries to pressure you into pics, they're shady af

get a good antivirus if you're going to be downloading or torrenting. always download or torrent from reputable sources. if it looks shifty, don't do it. you do NOT want a virus on your computer. and i know "reputable sources" is a weird phrase for illegal torrenting but like...people who've been in the game for a while generally know the best websites that won't completely eat your computer

youtube to mp3 converters exist and can also rip full video files from youtube

back up all your files to external discs. don't trust things like google or a03 or even your computer to store your files indefinitely. one little glitch and they're all gone forever

if anyone you don't recognize sends you a link to ANYTHING don't click on it. we call that phishing and it's also a way of spreading viruses. you click and suddenly your computer is fucked and your passwords are stolen and in extreme cases your bank can be hacked. they switch up their tactics frequently, so just don't click on anything that looks weird

that's all i can think of, but there's definitely more

[betweenfictionandfact]

Virtual Museums in the Time of COVID-19

In these awful times, everyone is looking for something to keep themselves busy during self-isolation. The “virtual museum” has been offered as one from of edutainment, a way to enrich the mind and pass time when you become sick of binge-watching shows and movies.

Museums have been working to digitize collections and increase accessibility for a while now, designing them to be educational tools or a way for people to access the museum even if they can’t physically visit. Right now, that means all of us, so let’s become armchair museologists, exploring foreign museums from the comfort of our own homes.

The Book

The Pergamonmuseum in Berlin can be found on many lists of online exhibits to visit, and by happy chance I had only just reread a personal favorite that would fit perfectly with the ancient collections in the museum.

Thick as Thieves by Megan Whalen Turner is an epic journey told from the point of view of the runaway slave Kamet and the soldier Costis sent to save him as they escape through the fictional Mede Empire, culturally very like ancient Babylon. The book is the most recent in the series Queen’s Thief, following a thief who becomes king of the fictional world Attolia, heavily inspired by classical Greece. 

Ever since I visited the Pergamonmuseum years ago, I will admit that I think of their displays every time I read this book. But how does the virtual experience compare to the physical?

Attolia and the Mede Empire

Historical Greece and Anatolia

  The Museum

Run through Google Arts and Culture, the virtual Pergamonmuseum has a simple design and intuitive interactive layout. You are greeted first with a header image of the famous Ishtar gate and a few happily browsing visitors.

Click here to follow along

  Underneath is a small introductory text, much like the type that would stand before the entrance to an exhibit. You can choose to read more of it by clicking a button, or you can continue scrolling down to the “stories” or exhibits, much like when a visitor chooses to stroll past the text panels. Scroll a bit further and you can see all 1,591 digitized objects, either organized by topics or pictured individually. At the very bottom is access to a “museum view,” a 360 scan of a room.

At any point you can, of course, share your experience on the social media platform of your choice.

The Pergamonmuseum actually houses three smaller museums, the Classical collections, the Museum of the Ancient Near East, and the Museum of Islamic Art. I’m going to focus on the first two, as they would cover the cultures in Turner’s books.

The Virtual Tour

“Monumental: Highlights in the Pergamonmuseum” is the first exhibit, an overarching tour of the museum’s scope by focusing on a few of the most impressive parts of their collections – reconstructed monuments. These pieces are large enough to walk past or through in a way that lets the visitor truly experience the scale and aesthetics of these ancient cultures.

But how do these very large displays translate to a digital format?

Pergamon Altar is the highlight of the virtual museum. Most of the exhibits focus on it, using the high-quality photos and videos taken in anticipation of the exhibit closing for renovations. Google used a camera to create a 360 experience of the room, which the first exhibit uses to “walk” the visitor through the room, zooming in on details and providing context through pop up text. If you want to explore it yourself, you can take control of the view much as you would Google Streetview.

This high tech interactive gives a life-size sense of scale, allowing you to feel as if you are looking up at the tall steps and large friezes. The sculptures of gods, goddesses, and monsters are marvels of artistic talent, robust and detailed in a way that reminds me of a pivotal scene from the first book, The Thief, when Eugenides finds a room where his gods sit as still as statues, a held breath away from speaking.

“Moving” into the Museum of the Ancient Near East, the online exhibit brings the visitor to a more vibrantly colored reconstruction – the blue and yellow bricks of the Ishtar gate and processional way. The first “slide” has a video pop up with a video about the history of the gate and the city of Babylon. When I accessed the site, the full screen option wouldn’t work. Technological glitches are an interesting issue to consider in accessing the virtual museum. What if certain sections crash and interfere with the narrative of the exhibit?

  Despite the small screen, the video recreated the experience of an audio guide. The narrators create a word picture of the gate while you look at pictures of it. They explain the meanings behind the symbols and emphasized that any visitor Nebuchanezzer’s Babylon would have understood at a glance. The symbolism of gods and goddesses are a reminder of a time when the pantheon of gods lived vividly in people lives as images and statues everywhere, just as in the classical world Turner builds in her series. These books feature gods and goddesses that step out of stories and into the plot to help or hinder her main characters. In Thick As Thieves, she drew from the mythology of the Ancient Near East and the Epic of Gilgamesh to create the heroes Immakuk and Ennikar that interfere throughout the plot.

The video and the close up photos afterwards show the details in the relief carvings of lions, a symbol of Ishtar, which made me realize that the seemingly ridiculous scene in the book when Kamet and Costis hide from soldiers in the den of a lioness might have actually been a hint that this ferocious goddess was another force protecting them.

Having been to this display in the actual museum, the experience is rather awe-inspiring. To walk through this massive gate and along a very long corridor, all lined with ancient tiles and then to find out that this was only a small portion of the entire structure is boggling. Especially impressive is to imagine the time conservators spent piecing together this mammoth puzzle. In the virtual museum, however, the scale of the piece isn’t as emphasized as the detail work. After some digging, I did find a 3D image of the gate on the page for the Berlin Museum Island page.

  The Collections

Below the exhibits are thumbnails for all 1,591 objects that can be explored digitally. As a visitor, you can go through collections organizing the objects by cultural source (i.e. Iraq, Iran, Syria) or by theme (water, textiles, and lions, oh my!).  My eye was drawn to the clay tablets. In Thick As Thieves, Kamet recites from the tablets of the epic of Immakuk and Ennikar. In ancient Mesopotamia, letters and important documents were written in cuneiform on clay. The ones highlighted at the virtual Pergamonmuseum were inventories of goods and horses or letters from kings, rather than poetry, unfortunately.

Collection of Clay Tablets

  You can also go through all of the objects, choosing to organize them by viewer popularity, by time in an easily navigated timeline, or, bizarrely enough, by color. This allows the visitor to engage with the objects in a way quite unlike a usual museum visit. You view the objects in sometimes surprising combinations that cross cultural lines and the usual organizational categories.

I chose to see all chocolate brown objects together, which yielded a combination of detailed textiles and clay imprints from cylindrical signets. They are two very different mediums from different centuries, but you can see some similarities in the symmetry and angles on the textiles and carvings.

  The details for the objects are, however, limited. Other than names and accession numbers, some objects didn’t have any other information while others had a paragraph or two. I wonder if the objects were chosen by the practicality that they were the best photographed. So, the important collections for a virtual museum become the ones that are the most visual.

  Thoughts

The virtual museum was certainly an entertaining way to pass the time here in quarantine. The overall experience became meditative in the way walking through a museum becomes very quiet and calm, although I found after a while the same reading fatigue as hunching to look at text panels in person.

Trying to view the entirety of a museum through my laptop computer screen, the different cultures and topics encompassed within it began to blur together. Unlike a physical museum, where a visitor moves through discretely different rooms organized geographically or by clearly defined topic at a walking pace that allows the mind to shift gears, the virtual museum has a speed to it. You click through topics and it’s easy to switch between topics or go back to check. You can draw lines between displays that might otherwise be at other ends of the museum building.

These blurring of lines might not be what the website designers intended, as the exhibits are more neatly outlined, but the experience certainly fits with the world of the Queen’s Thief series, which is, after all, not a true historical fiction. Megan Whalen Turner drew from classical Greek, Near East, and other Mediterranean cultures to create her world, but she pulled details from several different centuries to do so. Viewing the virtual museum, where it is easier to hop across timelines, did help me understand the setting for the books better, and gave me an aesthetic language for imagining the Mede Empire.

  Further Reading

Interview with Megan Whalen Turner

Map of the world of Queen’s Thief

Virtual Pergamonmuseum

Pergamonmuseum website

The Queen’s Thief Series

Other Virtual Museums

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[savingpartoftheworld]

Saving Part of the World - Part Two - Chapter Sixteen

Summary: Set after G-Rev, the World Championships have come to Belfast, Northern Ireland in the hopes of spreading the interest and drawing in tourists. In between all the teen angst and the team drama, something powerful and hungry lurks on the horizon and with the help of the beybladers, it may just destroy part of the world.

Rated: T for cursing and mild violence

Ships: Hints of Mariah/Rei, Hilary/Tyson, Enrique/Julia

Previous Chapters: One Two Three Four Five Six Seven EightNineTenEleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen

The conference room of the Odyssey was in chaos. Lights burned onto the canvas of the top wall, making shadows flee to the back. A machine gusted a strong breeze that did little to alleviate the rising temperature. Assistants scrambled, tilting reflective screens while a photographer ducked and dodged in front of the posing couple, calling out orders and coaxing smouldering looks. 

Ming-Ming paused to survey the scene. No amateur affair, she mused, but hardly something to rival the magazine photo shoots she frequented to promote her albums. Not to mention the lack of enthusiasm exhibited by the models gathered within the room. She eyed the cluster of bladers huddling together at the back of the room while she made a few more notes on her tablet. 

The photographer crouched down, camera up, and tried to cajole Julia — who'd been quite enjoying the camera's attention — closer to an equally unimpressed Enrique. Ming-Ming stifled a sigh. So that was her team Europe and where was Eoin? Nowhere to be seen, again. This was becoming a joke, a farce. She was half tempted to go to Dickinson and demand his expulsion from the team. The guy had less team spirit than Kai Hiwatari and Bryan Kuznetsov combined. 

At least Bryan had made an appearance and standing in the corner with his other two cronies. She couldn't wait to get Tala in front of the camera. With his cheekbones and jawline and that vivid colouring, oh he’d be popular with nonblading fans. The boy was billboard material and add in his disdainful attitude, he’d make the WBBA a lot of money. Which was fantastic, except for the team posters, the Blitzboys were lacking a certain important teammate. She scowled and made another note on her tablet. Hiwatari had promised to show and she believed that promise. He marched to his own beat, yes, but he wasn't a flake when it came to the sport, he just had no punctuality; Eoin, on the other hand, was a, what was the cute Irish term she’d heard, oh yes, a piss-taker.

"Ming-Ming?"

"Hikaru can you please phone back this company" — she handed Hikaru the letter — "and tell them if they want to sponsor the tournament, they'll need to get their placard and posters into me before close of business tomorrow, otherwise they'll miss out. I can't wait all day for them, my media team is almost ready to go." 

She shoved up the frames of her nonprescription glasses — a trick she’d picked up from a famous actress who explained the genius of props in changing people’s perceptions — and frowned at the email on her screen. "Why am I being billed for a bench in the changing rooms?"

"The maintenance team say someone scratched it but I checked it and here are the photos.” 

Ming-Ming peered at the screen. “It looks like someone welded it together. Badly. There’s no finesse. They’re saying we did this?” 

She opened her mouth to put forth a denial, then slumped. There was nothing to suggest one of the bladers hadn’t contributed to this. For Venus's sake. "Right, no more blading in the changing rooms. Honestly, who does that? Get signs up for those idiots and..." 

Across the room, Julia muttered a loud curse and smacked Enrique’s hand. Ming-Ming figured he deserved it but she’d deal with that in a second. If Julia stormed off stage, well she’d worry about that then. “When would someone find the time to weld a bench together? I can believe they scratched it but welding? Puh-lease. Get someone down there to make sure it didn't happen before we took over that section. Maybe they’re trying to con money from us and we can’t afford to just pay — Where did the Blitzkreig Boys get alcohol from?!” she demanded, mouth dropping as the trio knocked back a shot from a hip flask. "Are you kidding me? Go take that off them, I'm not having a photo shoot with drunk Russians." 

And if Tala looked bleary-eyed in those photos, she'd lose money! Unless it made him look sleepy-eyed and sexy... No, definitely not. "What are you waiting for Hikaru?"

Hikaru wrung her hands but eventually spread them helplessly. ”You don't pay me enough to take a drink from the Blitzkrieg boys, I'm sorry Ming-Ming. I'll go do those other duties."

That was fair, Ming-Ming wasn’t sure that she, herself, was paid enough to take alcohol from the Blitzkrieg Boys, but it had to be done. Tapping on her screen, she glanced up when the photographer ordered Enrique and Julia closer only for Julia to snarl something in Spanish. Surprisingly Enrique seemed to understand enough to rattle something back at her until they were both nose to nose, simmering with fury. 

The photographer — Leon? It was probably Leon — sent Ming-Ming a questioning look. She flashed a thumbs up; of course, she wanted photos of them bickering, the more sexual tension she could create for them, the better her chances of selling merchandise. People loved a romance, even if it was fabricated. 

Realising they were now becoming the centre of attention for the wrong reasons, Enrique and Julia started to pose like consummate professionals. At least they liked the camera, which was more than she could hope for from the other teams. 

Was that another shot?!

Right, that was it, she had to do something about the Blitzkrieg Boys and their obvious alcoholic issues. 

Just as she mustered the courage to march over there — repeating over and over just what she would say to them — the door opened and the Russian midget barrelled into the room bringing a blessedly cool draft, followed by Hilary Tachibana and Kai Hiwatari. Thank god. 

“What is this? Who is that?” 

Ming-Ming veered off course, and caught Ian by the arm, cutting off his barrage of questions, as she began to lead him back to the door. 

“Kai, go next door and get ready. I want to get your team through this before they're too drunk.”

“What is this?” Kai repeated Ian's question, digging his hands deeper into his pockets as if he could burrow away. 

“Questions later, you need to — what did you do to your face?” she demanded, not even bothering with tact because who had time for that nonsense when Hilary was trying out for the role of Rudolph in a pantomime no one wanted to see!

“It’s not that bad,” Hilary muttered, hand rising to cover the neon flesh.

Bad was an understatement. “Go next door to the makeup guys and get ready.”

"Wait, am I being photographed?" 

"Yes, everyone's being photographed." Ming-Ming shoved them out of the door with a scowl. 

Ian planted his feet, his expression solidifying into mutinous. “Why?” 

“Because I want photos,” she explained, motioning to the setup. “They’re for posters and promotional material; for going on the website and other things.” Really, this is why Dickinson hired her. Bladers never thought of anything but the game. 

“Why do I have to go?”

“You’re a member of the Blitzkrieg Boys aren’t you?”

Hilary stroked her nose. “Is Kenny going to be in the Bladebreakers one?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Now hurry up. I’ve got a schedule to keep.” God, you’d think they didn’t understand how teams worked. Just because they might not have been in the arena didn’t mean they weren’t part of the team, didn’t mean the fans didn’t know who they were. 

She huffed out a breath, then scowled when she realised Ian hadn’t moved but was warily watching her. “What?! Why aren’t you in makeup? Do you know how long it’ll take them to transform you into a human?” She so did not have time for this. 

“But I’m not the team. I’m just computer guy.”

“You are part of the team so stop fighting with me,” she ordered and swiped at the screen of her tablet to jot down a reminder to get the Blitzkrieg Boys matching jackets. Team USA and the Bladebreakers had them, as did the new continental teams, but she couldn’t ever remember the Blitzkrieg Boys sporting a team jacket or even team colours. Tala for god knows what reason insisted on wearing orange jackets that clashed with his hair while the other two looked like lumberjacks about to venture into the great unknown. That would have to end. Uniformity was key and also great for merchandising. Team Europe would need ones too, blue with yellow perhaps? Something to get Hikaru working on. 

She stomped back into the room, bypassed the Australian Team who, with the help of Team Africa, were mocking the heat of the room and how certain teams couldn’t handle it, probably in reference to Michael who was fanning himself with a paper plate. 

Ming-Ming came to a halt in front of the Russians and nipped the flask from their grasp. 

“No,” she told them. “You’ll get this back at the end of the shoot. For the meantime, there is coffee over there and water. Sober up!”

Turning on her heel, she stalked back out of the room and headed for her office before the headache throbbing at her temples escalated to a full-on pound. Maybe she wasn’t cut out for this much stress. She was a performer which meant people told her where to stand, how to act, what to do. Now, here she was taking charge, conducting a global event on her own and she was terrified of messing it up. 

Her heels clicked over the tiles and then thudded when she reached the carpeted floor of her office. Tossing her stuff onto the leather couch, she crossed to the desk and shrugged off her jacket, rolling her shoulders and kicking off her heels. 

Better, so much better, she mused as she tiptoed over to the window and studied the city rising over the river, orange lights creating shadows in the fading blue sky. 

“So this is where you retreat to?”

Ming-Ming stiffened but plastered on a polite smile as she turned to greet her guest. “Miguel.” 

She moved to her desk and took her seat; petty but, as a performer, she was all about the illusions. 

“Ming-Ming,” he greeted. “Got some time to talk?”

“I spoke enough at the conference last night, as any other reporter knows. So why are you here and how did you get past security? You’re not a blader anymore.”

He flashed a reckless grin and she scowled. Miguel was a pain in her backside. The worst kind of journalist when it came to the BBA because he knew exactly what went on behind the scenes and had so many sources and contacts that it was almost impossible to stop him from getting the latest scoops. Ming-Ming liked controlling her leaks but Miguel tended to preempt her time and time again. Such as an exclusive with Mr Dickinson which had appeared in the morning paper. 

“Just curious about how this is going down? Thought I’d check in with the European team. Seems they’re having a bit of trouble, you know anything about this?”

“Such as?”

“They’ve only got three players and the Irish guy isn’t showing up to practice.”

“Not my problem Miguel, in fact, you’re partially to blame for that. Mathilda was supposed to join but, what was your response, oh yes, you don’t want Enrique near her.” She sent him a blade sharp smile. “I’m simply in charge of setting up the tournament and making sure it goes smoothly for the public. The teams are their own people and I cannot interfere with them. Four members were sent tickets for the tournament, I can’t be blamed if one of them wasn’t allowed to get on the plane.”

“Heard people were expecting me,” he said, seating himself down opposite her. He wore stonewashed jeans, faded and comfortable with a pale blue shirt rolled up at the sleeves. His blonde hair was a mess of tufts and his blue eyes were scrutinising the desk in a way that made her want to stand before him and spread her arms, protecting everything from his all-seeing gaze. 

She wished she still wore her jacket, at least that could have acted like a tiny bit of armour. Instead, she folded her arms and leaned back in her seat. It took all of her skill as a diplomat to deal with Miguel since he’d become a freelance reporter on all things Beyblade. “I gave no one the impression that you would be taking a place on the European team. As you have so often told me, you are an unbiased reporter of the truth in Beyblade.” Her tone was scoffing as her temper began to rise. 

“I’m an honest man, Ming-Ming.”

“Yes,” she placated, with a tight smile. Her fingers itched to grab for her tablet once more but she couldn’t while the snoopy journalist was around. He stuck his nose into everything. Ideally, he shouldn’t have been handsome, nor should he have looked like he belonged outdoors. That wasn’t how a journalist was supposed to look. But because he did, he charmed people into telling him their innermost secrets and spoiled all her surprises. How the hell had he gotten past security anyway? She was going to get Hikaru to write a strongly worded email — if she didn’t rip the staff a new one herself. 

“You’re pouting Ming-Ming. Do you not like it when I question you?”

She released a deep breath, deciding that she really should be magnanimous for the sake of the tournament. “Miguel, I don’t know what you’re insinuating or what you really believe, but I desperately want this tournament to be the best tournament ever. I have no intention of letting it become a hell on earth spectacle. I want people to watch this and become enthusiastic about the sport. This will be amazing and there are no secrets for you to unearth.”

“Then why have you banned all major news networks from filming and insisting that the only commentators be Brad Best and AJ Topper?”

“Because those contracts may bring money in, in the short run, but they cost us loyalty. I want fans to be able to see the sport anywhere without restrictions. Those cable networks demand payment to see the sport but it can be easily watched on our site for free or on any of the screens around the arena; people can even come down and fill the empty seats. I want this arena to be packed with people. Besides, who better than Brad and AJ to understand the nuances of the sport? And they’re subtitled for foreign channels. I’m trying to keep it real, not to make it bigger than it needs to be. We’re still building the WBBA up.”

There that sounded satisfactorily clear. He couldn’t possibly pick on… She watched as he wrote something in his notebook, waving it slightly. She knew that mannerism; that was his ‘I-have-something-to-say-but-I’m-unsure-how-to-broach-it’ move. 

“What about the sightings of Brooklyn and Mystel in the city?”

She blinked. “Excuse me?”

Brooklyn and Mystel were in here, in the city? Why hadn’t they told her? Neither of them had replied to her last email but she just thought they were incommunicado, out in some mountainous area so remote that it still used pigeon express (she’d been tempted to get a pigeon but Garland talked her out of that). If they were coming to the tournament, they would have told her. 

She strained to keep her expression politely interested as Miguel watched her quietly. 

“I imagine that this was a publicity stunt or someone simply imagined it. If not, then they are merely visiting the city and there is no reason why they cannot come to the tournament as fans of the sport themselves. If you’re asking me if they’re registered to participate in the tournament, I can tell you now that they are not. Miguel, you are simply trying to find something wrong, and everything here is good. I made sure of it. I will not allow anything or anyone to jeopardise this tournament. It will be amazing.”

“And Boris?”

“Boris?” she queried, then her expression crumpled and she dropped her forehead to her open palm. “Boris isn’t here, Miguel,” she groaned, lifting her gaze to beseech his. “Boris has nothing to do with WBBA. He’s in prison.”

“He’s missing.”

“Are you certain?” Stupid question. Of course, he was; he wouldn’t say it unless he knew for sure. 

“According to my sources, he was being transferred between two facilities when there was an accident and he went missing. Am I to believe that is merely a coincidence? Boris goes missing, and Brooklyn and Mystel show up here to a tournament you’re running. Sounds like a nice BEGA reunion.”

She blew out a breath and clenched her fists, barely maintaining control. “Well, here’s an idea Miguel. You go to the airport and you stake it out and if you see him, you report him immediately to the police and get him rearrested as a fugitive because I’m telling you now, Boris has nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, to do with this tournament.” She rose to her feet. “Now, if you’re finished interviewing me, I have somewhere to be and things to be doing. Good evening, Miguel.” 

She shot to her feet and grabbing her jacket and tablet from the couch, she stalked out of her office and headed in the direction of the conference room. 

-

“Did you see how pissed off Ming-Ming was when she came back? I thought she was going to bite Enrique,” Michael said with a smirk aimed at the blonde Italian. 

“He would have enjoyed it,” Julia muttered, muffling a yawn. The evening had dragged on and on as the photographer circulated through the teams, taking individual shots, group shots, rival shots, and so many shots of Tyson and Kai that he must have filled up rolls of film on those two alone. Now Julia was exhausted and all she wanted was her bed, but the idea of getting up and dragging herself to her room seemed like an untenable task. 

She groaned as Enrique’s shoulder jolted under her cheek but she was too tired to even move, never mind scald him with a look. It was his own fault anyway. She’d called dibs on the couch and he’d thrown himself on to it, sending her a shit-eating grin, so she sat on him. Eventually, after many elbows to the stomach, they’d arranged themselves in a more comfortable, almost companionable, seated tangle on the couch. 

“Not everyone is into your brand of kink, Julia. Though if you wanted me to play—”

She made a halfhearted attempt to punch him but the angle was wrong and her arms felt like lead. All the hours she spent launching blades and posing had turned her muscles to jelly. She was so pathetic, though she took comfort in knowing the rest of her competitors were feeling the same. In the corner of the lounge, Ian slouched in an armchair, watching the DVD player propped on his knees. Hilary had retreated to bed with Emily quickly following, claiming she had some aloe vera gel. Rei and Mariah were out on a date, taking advantage of another night of delays in the tournament while Tyson and Max were huddled around Kenny looking at blade porn. Daichi occupied the other couch snoring loudly much to the amusement of Team Australia, though the fact that one of them was fiddling with a black marker concerned her a little. If they moved an inch towards Daichi, she’d say something. Daichi may have been a loud mouth chaotic whirlwind, but she kind of enjoyed his presence. 

Michael shifted in his seat and finally stopped staring down her top long enough to make eye contact. “So where’s your brother, Ralph? I thought he’d be here to battle.”

“Raul. He got a job offer before the tournament was announced, so he’s following his dream and performing magic shows for children on a cruise boat.” That still stung. It was weird being at a tournament without her brother, but he wanted to pursue a dream that didn’t involve blading competitively. She couldn’t even imagine a life that didn’t involve her blade. Oh she knew he used it in his tricks and that working with children satisfied him on a level she couldn’t understand, but still, she felt lonely without him. Especially when she was stuck on a team with a no-show and Enrique of the roaming hands. When she was more energetic and when the tournament was over, she’d consider breaking his thumb. 

"Ian, go to bed."

Julia startled at the sudden appearance of Spencer. For such a large man, he was surprisingly silent. He leaned down and shook Ian's shoulder, catching the boy's hands when the midget came up swinging. Amused, Julia glanced at Enrique with a grin but it died when she saw the sober expression he wore as he watched. Right, the Blitzkrieg Boys had one of those child horror backstories.

"What the hell Spencer?"

"You were falling asleep. It's probably time for you to go up to your room."

Ian's expression turned petulant when he looked to the bar and saw Bryan and Tala still standing beside it. "Are you going to bed?"

"Yes, Ian, very soon. Bryan wants to finish his drink."

Ian nodded, then covered his mouth as he yawned widely. Over his head, Spencer and Tala exchanged a look that lured the lanky redhead from the bar. Julia admired his approach and smiled faintly as he and Spencer exchanged another silent conversation. Maybe they had terrible childhoods and torments no one could truly understand, but from that they'd formed bonds, become brothers. It didn't make their experiences okay by any means, but it was always uplifting to see something good and true come from the wrecks of despair. 

Tala bent over and Julia tilted her head, jerking when Enrique elbowed her and sent her a smug look. She rolled her eyes. So what?! Tala had a nice backside. Most Beybladers did and she wasn't going to not look, especially when he bent over in front of her wearing really tight trousers. 

Scooping up the tablet, Tala frowned at the screen. "Hey, what's this? Are you spying on your girlfriend?" 

As he angled it so Spencer could look, pushing Ian back onto the chair when he lunged for the tablet, Julia caught sight of a video playing of a girl curled up on a couch sipping from a mug. So Ian was some kind of voyeur? 

"She was supposed to gloat. She's not gloating," Ian muttered, snatching the tablet back and allowing Spencer to escort him to the stairs, clearly ignoring the lecture about stalking he was receiving from his older brother. 

“Oi, Granger, where’s Hiwatari?” 

Tyson glanced up from Kenny’s laptop and jerked a shoulder, as he straightened with a stretch. “No clue. Probably practicing somewhere.”

“Typical, he’ll not practice with us but instead he’ll go out at night to practice. Bryan! Come on. I need sleep.”

“You need Kuznetsov to hold your hand?” Michael baited. 

“No,” Tala replied, eyes cool. “Making sure Bryan goes to bed means you don’t end up dead or at least in hospital.”

Michael sent him a dark look, but when Tala’s blood red brow rose in challenge, Michael glanced at the bar and paled. Julia followed to see Bryan’s wicked sharp grin fade into a malicious smirk before he set the glass down and headed to the elevator. Tala bowed low and mocking, then followed. 

Michael shot to his feet and stalked to the bar, as others drifted upstairs, leaving only the vaguest smattering of bladers and a group of visitors who occupied the tall table near the fire exit. A while later, Enrique finally untangled himself to go to the bathroom, leaving Julia sprawled out on the couch. She snuggled down into the cushioned surface and breathed in the sweet chemical scented fragrance - obviously some kind of fabric freshener - and closed her eyes.

She probably would have dropped off, if not for the squeak of springs and the something that nudged her foot. She pried open an eye and blearily frowned at Michael, sprawled in the chair across from her again, nursing a coke - possibly with an addition. 

“Yes.”

“So what’s the deal with you and Enrique then?”

Her and Enrique? Ha, bar Ming-Ming’s audacious and frankly obvious plan to make them her Romeo and Juliet playthings? 

“Yeah, I’ve seen the articles speculating about you two.” He leaned forward, eager for news. 

Flinging a hand over her eyes to shield them from the harsh glare as she flopped onto her back, she groaned. “Don’t be such an American Stereotype Michael, falling in with your peers, gasping for gossip and believing the hype the media sells you.” 

“You sure looked cosy on that couch together.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Because I was too tired to move, and now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to my room to sleep.”

Not giving Michael time to respond, she grabbed her jacket and headed for the stairs, fiddling in her pocket for her key card and giving her phone another glance. 

“Raul not responding to your texts?”

She glanced up as Enrique fell into step with her, eyes heavy, blond curls flattened, with a bottle of water in one hand and the other stuck in the pocket of his jacket. He should have looked tired and worn, but instead, he just looked rumpled and handsome. It was a curse of his genes, she decided. “Hmm?”

He motioned with the bottle to her phone. “You keep checking it.”

“Oh, no, it’s not Raul.” She jerked a shoulder. “I sent a message to Eoin, I figured he could at least show his face for the photos but no response.”

Enrique heaved a sigh, expression bitterly resigned. “Of course he didn’t.”

“Yeah,” she muttered, slipping her phone into the back pocket of her jeans. “So I was thinking—” she ducked under his arm as he held the door open for her and they began to ascend the stairs “— maybe we should pay him a visit, let him know we’re not taking this attitude from him anymore. He’s part of this team, he needs to commit. We’re not going to carry him anymore, so we track him down and drag him to practice or we kick him off the team.”

Enrique curved his hand around the newel post and raked his free hand through his hair and making a small moue when he found it to not be perfectly tousled. “You’re right. I initially considered talking to Dickinson, but going to him about it feels a lot like telling tales.”

“Exactly.” She pressed her hands against the cool wall, leaning back against them as she studied the ceiling, a simple distraction from looking at the boy beside her. Not that she could hide from his cologne, warm, spicy with just a hint of heat. Expensive. Enrique smelled expensive. Another tick in the con column. “Raul suggested the same thing but if the media hears about it, it’ll be twisted, like we’re the divas who don’t want to play with the amateur, and it’s not that, we were all amateurs once.”

Enrique snorted and quirked a brow. “I was never an amateur.”

She refused to be charmed by his cockiness. “No, you came out of the womb using your umbilical cord to launch your blade. But not all of us are as special as you. We give Eoin his chance, if he squanders it…” Well, she didn’t know what they could do. While a two-man team was perfectly fine during the previous tournament where most teams relied on two players for the match, a two-man team in a tournament where three players were the very least a team could comfortably compete with would just be exhausting. Even if they managed to take down one team, they would be too wrecked to even consider another full-on match. No, whatever they did, they could not kick Eoin off the team.  

“We’ll sort that out if that happens. Worst case scenario, I force Miguel to play. He owes us,” Enrique added darkly. 

Right, the cheating incident that caused both Robert and Johnny to rage quit Beyblade. She couldn’t imagine that happening. There was a bad history there. “No, let’s find a way to make him work for us.” She tapped her fingers against the wall. “The media pays him a lot of attention. What if his diva attitude got released to the papers? That might teach him a lesson. After all, he’s an amateur, he’s not going to be used to dealing with the media the way we are.”

Enrique flashed a grin, blue eyes bright. “You’re quite devious, Julia. I like that.”

She met his grin with a subtle curve of her lips, reluctantly amused by his pleasure in her vindictiveness. Still, she pushed away from the wall and made her way up the stairs, pausing when she reached the landing to look down at him. He propped himself against bannister, expression mockingly subservient. 

“I’m going to bed. Make sure you’re up early tomorrow so we can go issue our ultimatum to our wayward teammate.”

“But of course, captain.”

She flicked him a dark look over her shoulder as she flipped her hair and stepped into the hushed silence of the corridor. 

-

Kai woke suddenly, mind alert, eyes opened and his heart beating so fast it would have escaped but for his ribs keeping it hostage. For a moment he lay in the dark, struggling to figure out where he was. Not at home in the quiet, hollow mansion with only servants and a butler for company, and there was no breathing or long sawing snores from the corner of the room, so he wasn’t at school. He reached up and rubbed his eyes, frowning at the faint glow of light from… the bathroom. He was in the hotel. Of course. The tournament, and Rei had moved into a room with Mariah, leaving him with a room to himself. 

He stretched his arm over to the bedside table and grabbed his phone. As it lit up, he squinted and read the time. 03:46. 

Better than most nights, he mused, lying back and drawing the covers up over his shoulders, protecting the bared skin from the cold. 

 A door slammed somewhere down the corridor and he jolted, then rolled his eyes as he heard Hilary’s frantic whispers and Tyson’s barely muted scolding. Then Daichi said something, the words blocked by the walls and the door slammed once again. With a shake of his head, Kai sat up and reached for Dranzer, nestled safely under his pillow and he ran a hand over his face, hoping to chase away the exhaustion threatening to crush him but he was awake and he wouldn’t sleep now. 

Rolling his neck to ease the crick, he kicked off his covers and searched the floor for a pair of socks. Tugging them on, he grabbed a vest and his bomber jacket, and shrugging them on, he headed for the door. A few seconds later, shoes on and key card in hand, with Dranzer tucked into the inside pocket of his jacket, he left his room to go get some practice and didn’t notice the strange shade of moonlight seeping through the blinds casting green lines onto the white duvet. 

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three Methods To Convert WMA To MP3 On Windows

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So whereas we now have managed to obtain the ability of packaging hundreds and 1000's of songs into our miniature music players, we now have needed to sacrifice a minimum of some quantity of audio quality, owing to the compression methods which are used to attain the dimensions discount of those audio recordsdata.WMA is a common audio format in Windows which enjoys the equal reputation with MP3 information. Even though you possibly can switch WMA to iPhone, iPhone can't play WMA files in the Music app. That's as a result of WMA is just not compatible with iOS units and Mac for some right protection. So you possibly can play your WMA on iPhone with 3rd-get together apps or convert them to MP3 while transferring to iPhone. MQA processing , developed by Meridian, particularly addresses time smear and should allow lower sample rates to sound nearly as good as the upper charges used for as we speak's high-resolution recordings. 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Drift Innovations Ghost X Action Cam Review

Neil Jewell of Jewell Bike Training tests the Ghost X Action Cam with many thanks to Drift Innovations check driftinnovation.com for more info Cameras are everywhere you look these days. Speed Cameras, CCTV cameras, Dash Cams and also Action Cams. If you are looking to capture your epic events then is an action camera the tool for the job? Superbike News recently reviewed a motorcycle dash cam https://superbike-news.co.uk/viofo-mt1-dash-cam-review/ so, which is right for you, an Action Cam or a Dash Cam. The Ghost X from Drift is a compact action camera that has been designed to be mounted virtually anywhere. It records HD 1080P video at 30fps

It’s Drift’s budget camera coming it at about £130, it offers a 5 hour battery life which can be extended to 8 hours with the bigger battery unit that is available for another £25. The included 32GB microSD card might need to be replaced for a bigger one as a 10 minute video (1080P) takes up 3.8GB of storage so by my very rough calculations you are probably good for 1.5 hours before you’d fill the card. Not a problem if you change one of the mirad of settings to give you loop recording. The loop interval can be set at different stages between 10 seconds and 10 minutes meaning it will record at 10 minute lengths until the card is full then return to the start and begin overwriting.

In the box is everything you need to get started. I initially ignored the instruction manual as it looked too thick and technical.  I set about figuring the camera out myself. There are only 3 buttons on the top how hard could it be. One button is clearly an on/off as identified by the international on/off symbol. I pressed it, nothing. I pressed and held it for a couple of seconds and the little camera beeped into life. The back of the Ghost X has the tiniest of screens, smaller than a postage stamp, it had illuminated a pleasant green colour. This is where those with bad eyesight may begin to struggle. The little screen is giving out a lot of information in such a small space but, if you can see it, it does makes sense. Information such a recording mode; view angle; recording quality; the number of files saved; battery life and remaining card capacity are all shown on a screen size of 132mm² Staring at the screen I began pressing buttons, The top button, the one closest to you as you look at the screen, cycles the display through the various modes that the Ghost X has to offer, Video, Still camera, time lapse, burst image, settings menu, each one of these comes with its own colour. This will prove useful as you can instantly tell the mode the camera is in simply by looking at the glow and not squinting at the screen. Pressing the button again cycles back to the start. I pressed the middle button and discovered this cycles through the options on the screen being displayed, so in video mode you can alter the resolution to 1080, 960, 720 or WVGA which is probably the same resolution as a typical CCTV camera the advantage being you can up the frame rate to 60fps if you need to. I’m not a keen photographer so would probably need to look up what a lot of the settings do to fully understand the functionality of the Ghost X but then I would probably ignore them all and set it to record video at its best 1080P x 30fps resolution and never touch any settings again.

Cycling through the screens and the modes, I only had to revert to the instruction book once and that was to understand what the K140 meant. I could change it to K90 and K115 but did not know what I was doing. Reluctantly, I flicked through the quick guide to realise that the K wasn’t a K but a symbol to illustrate the field of vision for the recordings. There are three options 90º, 115º and 140º. Once familiar with the button layout and how the options on the screens cycle through the menu options and back to the beginning, setting up the time and date and other options on the Ghost X was relatively simple. Just click slowly to get to where to need to be otherwise run the risk of cycling through all 28 menu options before getting back to where you need to be. (press and hold the button to go backwards through the menus) One of the 28 menus was Video tagging, this seems like a very clever idea if you don’t want to be recording all day and then have to wade back through hours of footage to find that one time where your mate did something cool. Video tagging is like having the Ghost X set in sleep mode, it’s always watching but not recording until you press the record button. Then, depending on the settings it can record the previous 2 minutes and the following 2 minutes. With Video Tagging, you’ll never miss that perfect action shot ever again. I eventually found my way back to the screen that told me the camera was in video mode but how to actually record video? I had one button left to press so pressed it, The Ghost X emitted a little beep, change to a big beep or no beep in settings, and the green glow turned red. It was recording. Starting and stopping is as simple as touching a button and to check it was all fine I hooked the camera up to the computer using the included USB lead and was impressed at how quickly the device was recognised. Much easier than removing the SD card from a DashCam type recorder. The Camera also charges up while attached to the computer and the little screen glows green when fully charged.

Feeling good that I had worked out all the buttons and squinting at the tiny screen, I was feeling ready. I just one had more flick through the user guide to make sure I had found everything. It was at this point I made the life decision to read the manual first on every new thing I get.

The guide was easy to use and only so thick because it contained all of the languages. It mentioned an APP, of course there is an APP, I downloaded that and looked up how to connect the APP to the camera. It was here that the instruction booklet came into its own. After connecting the APP to the phone via on-board Wi-Fi (easy) you get full access to all the system settings on your phone screen, not one that is 11mm wide x 12mm high. You can see a live image of the camera on the phone to help you set in the perfect location. You live and learn. The APP does a lot more than just system settings you can control the camera, live stream and join the drift community to share videos and experiences. After fiddling with the menus, it was time to fix the camera to my crash helmet. I already have a motorcycle dash cam on the bike, I didn’t want to go full Tellytubby and mount it on the top on my lid so opted for the side. The box contains 2 x 3M sticky pads, one is flat and the other curved. There was a lot of searching for the best location on the helmet to stick it. 3M pads are wondrously sticky so I wanted to find the right place first time. One of the great things about the Ghost X is that the lens can rotate so the camera can be mounted at any angle and the level corrected by simply rotating the lens so that the marker arrow is pointing straight up. Doing this exercise while looking at the image on your phone means you can get it right first time.

As expected from an action camera there are many different mounting option available, the handlebar mount, designed for mountain bikes, might work on the handle bars or crash bars of some motorbikes. It is made from metal and looks & feels well build and robust. There is a pivot mount that will allow for the camera being mounted any which way; a roll bar mount for clamping onto scaffold sized tube. In fact, wherever you want to mount your camera there is probably a mount designed to do that job on the Driftinnovation.com website.

I wanted a sleek fitting camera so went for the simplest solution of the curved sticky pad and then having the camera clip fitting directly into that. The camera clip is indexed onto the camera with a serrated grooved ring that controls the vertical angle the camera. The horizontal view depends on where you put the sticky pad. Changing the orientation of the camera and rotating the lens can be done without tools making camera position changes quick and easy, something that can’t be done with a dashcam.

The camera clip locks into the sticky pad via a couple of spring loaded plastic prongs. Pinching these together enables the camera to slide out. When not on the helmet the sticky pad socket is hardly noticeable. One thing I would always want to be sure of, though, is that the camera clip is securely located in its socket. Make sure you listen for 2 audible clicks as it locks into place and then try to pull it back out. The last thing you want to see is footage of your camera bouncing down the road, if you ever find it again that is. There are no tethers available on the website to offer peace of mind. The buttons and the release prongs are easy to use with a gloved hand. Once you have mastered where the buttons are, you can turn the Ghost X on and off and start and stop the recording by touch. Or do as I did and start the camera recording and then lock it into place on the helmet. Remember that colour coded screen? There’s a small indicator light above the lens so you can check in a mirror what mode you’re in and if you are recording or not just by looking at it. Out and about on the bike, I didn’t notice the camera at all. It’s slim enough that it doesn’t rub on your shoulder when cornering and light enough that I couldn’t feel it. I made a few runs, the first one used the onboard mic and suffered horrific wind noise, maybe the sensitivity was too high. The second run I used the external mic. On returning back to base and reviewing the footage I was very disappointed that the mic had not picked up commentary. I did some checks with another mic and diagnosed a bad connector on the original mic. I’ve ordered a new one for £10 which fixed the issue.

With the mic fixed and installed inside my helmet alongside my intercom mic, I connected the app to the camera via the on-board Wi-Fi and set off on another test run using the app to alter the settings along the way. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WDiYkKhAGHk The Ghost X is not waterproof at least, I don’t think it is. It’s probably not fully waterproof. you see, I’m not really sure if it is or not but there is a waterproof case that is available as an accessory so, if you do want to go out in the rain then that is probably what you need. I tried in on the camera and was not happy with it. It’s good for 40m underwater though! The Ghost XL is waterproof, according to the website, and as it’s only another £20 I’d get that one. However there is one annoyance that comes from browsing the Driftinnovation.com website, and that’s the constant notifications that people are buying stuff. I really don’t need to know that Karen from Margate has just bought a Drift Class 10 MicroSD card 1 hour ago. I want to know the IPX rating of the Ghost X is please so I can decide to go out in the rain or not. Thank you very much.

Overall, a great action camera, reasonably simple to set up and get going but will need some fine tuning of the settings to get the most out of it. I was happy that it came with a fully charged battery so I could start to mess with it immediately. I later searched the website and found out that the Ghost X is IPX4 rated. This means that you can use it in the rain, but not at high speed in heavy rain.

It has other modes apart from the video; you can take 12MP still images; bursts of up to 15, 4MP images and set up time lapse. These are good to have but I wonder how many times they will be used. It’s certainly less hassle as a camera than a dash cam system, it’s compact and easy to access the files with the USB link, the quality of the video is great and it offers more to the video creator because when mounted on the helmet it follows the rider’s eye. With the bigger battery and a larger SD card up to 128GB the recording times are comparable to that of a hardwired dash cam system, but ask yourself how often do you ride for longer than 8 hours? Even if you do, grab a spare battery that can be charged up via USB and swap them in seconds. The downside is that it only records in one direction and if something happens behind you you’ll miss it.

So which is right for me dash cam or action cam?  Well the perfect solution is to have both. The helmet mounted action cam will be used extensively to record live commentary over the top of video for training and feedback purposes and the front and rear dash cam system will be there to record any incidents and as also as back up when, not if, I forget to press the record button. Definitely a great little camera that looks sleek has a lot of functionality and will absolutely capture your best moments. You should get one. Review and photos by Neil Jewell of Jewell Bike Training You can check out Jewell Bike Training website and also follow on socials T: @jewelltraining FB: @jewellbiketraining Insta: @jewellbiketraining For more reviews check out our dedicated Reviews page For more Drift Innovation and our reviews check out our new dedicated page Drift Innovation News or head to the official Drift Innovation website www.driftinnovation.com

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I absent my mother and affectionate grandmother afore I could airing bottomward the aisle. My mother died first, suddenly, and my grandmother took over her role as acting mother. She anesthetized abroad abounding years later, at a abundant slower, added acute pace. My brother and I watched helplessly as age and Parkinson’s ravaged her anatomy and mind. Accident one ancestor is bad, but accident two affectionate abstracts at an aboriginal age — or any age — is indescribable.

Fortunately, my grandmother didn’t get abroad afore teaching me how to bake. Addition already told me that aback it comes to our memories, we bethink moments, not time. We won’t bethink those bags of acceptable or bad days, but the absolute moments that change our life’s direction. As I get older, I anamnesis beneath and beneath of my time as a child, but I could never balloon the aliment my grandmother aerated out. Especially on Jewish holidays.

I grew up Quaker. Or at atomic that’s how my ancestor approved to accession my brother and I. So, my Jewish grandmother would try to absorb as abounding non-traditional foods into Jewish holidays as she could. Enter the amber Swiss roll.

My grandmother admired us through her food. We’d break at her abode every added weekend, and she’d accomplish us all the aliment we could dream of: steak for breakfast, matzo brawl soup on holidays, and amber Swiss cycle for no (or any) acumen at all. That amber Swiss cycle is one of my ancient aliment memories… besides that one time my ancestor acrimonious up mashed potatoes, added amber abstract to them, and alleged them candied potatoes (but that’s a adventure for addition day).

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The amber Swiss cycle had three layers: amber buttercream on the outside, amber blot block on the inside, and boilerplate buttercream in the center. At every Jewish holiday, I’d accomplish a beeline for it afore we alike got through dinner. My mother would try captivation me back, but somehow, my grandmother consistently managed to bastard me a sliver of the block afore we started dinner. This was how she admired me.

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With any of my admired foods — a addiction that continues to this day — I alpha by bistro my atomic admired $.25 first, reserving the best for the end. In this case, the amber buttercream would go first, followed by the blot block afar from the boilerplate buttercream that I would flavor at the actual end. My grandmother would watch as I anxiously afar the layers, demography it as a assurance that I capital to apprentice how to bake. Funny affair is, I never abstruse how to accomplish those Swiss cycle until the actual end.

It was the aftermost year of her life, by which point my grandmother didn’t baker anymore, drive anymore, or do abundant of annihilation at all. Her kitchen no best smelled of brisket, matzo brawl soup, amber baking in the oven. In one of my abounding moments of panic, acumen that I was anon activity to lose the majority of my family, I affective one of my best friends, went to appointment my grandmother, and asked to apprentice how to accomplish that admirable amber roll.

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She began by teaching us how to accomplish the band of amber blot block on a area pan. She never bare a compound — aggregate was either memorized or fabricated up — but somehow aggregate still formed aural the burdensome ambit of baking. Not abandoned did it assignment anniversary time, it consistently angry out to be one of the best things we anytime ate. As she took us through the process, she’d stop now and again, her anamnesis bottomward abroad from her. Watching addition you adulation atomize appropriate in advanced of your eyes is like demography an arrow through the heart. Luckily, I had accomplished comestible academy at that point, and was able-bodied on my way to active my own bakery, so we were able to allotment it together.

The compound is appealing simple really. You accomplish a accepted buttercream compound and bisect it in half, authoritative one ancillary amber with amber powder, and the added ancillary boilerplate with boilerplate bean. The harder allotment is rolling the block afterwards disturbing it. I’ve apparent bodies accomplish Swiss rolls application a Silpat and rolling the block aback hot. However, I chase my grandmother’s method, application a apple-pie bowl anhydrate and a ton of confectioner’s amoroso to cycle the block while it’s brim hot — it’s not absolutely done until you’re covered in amoroso from arch to toe. The mess, my grandmother would say, was a assurance of acceptable aliment to come.

That was one of the aftermost times I can bethink her actuality (almost completely) in her appropriate mind, aback I still bent glimpses of her vivacity, her wit, her gift. Not too continued after, she died, all alone, in the auberge area of one of those assisted active centers.

My brother and I were out of accompaniment aback it happened. We were told she was accepting bigger afore we left, which now I can see was actual wrong. Aback I begin out, agitation crept in like a crippling virus. I won’t belie it (no pun intended), but ambidextrous with bifold the affliction was like aggravating to ability the apparent of water, out of breath, while addition pushes your arch aback under. My abandoned alleviation was that I now knew I could accumulate her bequest alive. So I started authoritative Swiss rolls.

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I begin a affectionate of accord in baking. The abstraction of shutting off the noises of the apple and anxiously absorption on one assignment from alpha to accomplishment became therapeutic. I began by recreating her amber Swiss roll, but confused into altered flavors, abacus my own artful to the recipe, which she consistently claimed was my allowance altered from hers. Red clover Swiss rolls, birthmark shortcake, amber cherry, dejected velvet, pistachio — consistently topped with amber shapes, beginning fruit, and beginning flowers. That was my appropriate blow that I knew she admired and encouraged.

From starting an online bakery, to creating bakeware supplies, and alike hosting a web series, I’ve kept affective through the loss, anniversary date of my baking career befitting her spirit and bequest alive. But sometimes, aback activity hits hard, aback I alpha to feel panic, or feel myself missing her intensely, I go aback to the original: that amber Swiss roll. I booty a abysmal breath, abutting my eyes, and booty in the balm — it consistently brings me aback to those moments in time aback I still had her. And again I sit bottomward to eat it, boring unraveling the layers, starting with the amber buttercream and catastrophe with savoring my memories of her. The best allotment for last.

Grandma’s Amber Swiss Roll

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It seems to me there are two camps back it comes to the Raspberry Pi. Some bodies use them as little PCs or alike laptops with a keyboard and awning connected. But abounding of us use them as bargain Linux servers. I’m in the closing camp. I accept apparently had an HDMI bung in a Pi alone two or three times if you don’t calculation my media alive boxes. You can alike set them up headless as continued as you accept an Ethernet cable or are accommodating to adapt the SD agenda afore you cossack the apparatus for the aboriginal time.

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However, with the Raspberry Pi 4, I capital to get to a desktop afterwards fishing up a additional monitor. I’ll appearance you two means to get a abounding graphical KDE desktop active with annihilation added than a arrangement connection.

The aforementioned assumption applies to best added desktop environments, but I am application KDE and Ubuntu on the Pi, alike admitting article lighter would apparently accomplish better. But afore we get there, let’s allocution about how X11 has had a big character crisis over the years.

There are abounding means to accidentally admission X programs, abounding of which are rarely acclimated today. However, for this purpose, we are activity to use SSH tunneling forth with some appropriate tricks to get the absolute desktop running. It is accessible to aloof run a distinct X affairs over SSH, and you’ve apparently done that often. If so, you can skip to the abutting section.

If you haven’t done SSH tunneling before, don’t worry; it is easy. Back you alpha ssh to the Pi, aloof accommodate the -X or -Y option. You can additionally configure that in the ssh config book (ForwardX11 yes or ForwardX11Trusted yes) so you don’t accept to blazon it in all the time. The SSH programs additionally accept to be configured to acquiesce that, but that’s usually the absence behavior.

Consider this command.

That would run konsole on your Pi, but the awning appears on your capital machine. That’s fine, but it isn’t the absolute desktop experience. Plus, some programs absolutely apprehend abutment from added casework that a desktop ambiance like KDE starts. So the ambush is how to alpha the desktop?

If you appetite to alpha a avant-garde adaptation of KDE, you can run startplasma-x11. The accessible affair to do is to try that over an SSH affiliation with X forwarding. That won’t work, though. Your awning is already managed by article abroad — maybe alike KDE.

The ambush is to actualize a new X server aloof for the Raspberry Pi. While you could alpha a new server, it is easier to actualize a affected server that lives in a window on your capital server’s screen. There are two means to do this: Xnest and Xephyr. Xnest is actual old and creates a simple server with actual few features. It depends on the host X server for best functions. Xephyr is added modern. It provides lots of avant-garde appearance no amount what the host server provides. It basically uses the host server as a anatomy buffer.

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Of course, this all assumes you accept the KDE desktop installed on the Pi. A simple apt install for kubuntu-desktop will booty affliction of that if you haven’t done it already.

The ambush to XNest is that it creates a new server that aloof happens to draw on the aboriginal server — they are nested. There are a lot of options, but usually, it is acceptable to aloof run the affairs with a new (unused) affectation number.

Notice the aboriginal X is uppercase. You ability appetite to set the size:

You could run this on your bounded apparatus or from the Pi. As continued as you accept X tunneling set on your SSH connection, it won’t matter. But there’s still a problem.

Try running:

Most likely, it will alpha a few things and will arise to work. But at some point, you’ll get a baleful absurdity and annihilation will happen. The botheration revolves about aggravating to cede on the alien GPU. This may not be a botheration with some failing desktops, but KDE stops.

The ambush is you charge to set one ambiance capricious to acquaint Qt not to try to do accouterments rendering:

That does the ambush and now you can accept a abounding KDE desktop active on the Pi and assuming on your capital monitor! You aren’t activity to appetite to watch videos on it or comedy games, but contrarily it is altogether serviceable.

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I captivated it all up in a script:

Or a bit fancier:

Xephyr isn’t usually installed and you may accept to attending for what amalgamation it is on your operating system. For Ubuntu, the amalgamation is xserver-xephyr. For some reason, active it on the Pi aloof acquired the affairs to arrest and do annihilation — at atomic on my setup. However, in theory, you should be able to use it as a backup for Xnest.

What I did instead was created the server on my bounded apparatus and again asked the Pi to use it. So:

This works, but it is actual slow. Xephyr does a lot of assignment on its own, so the Xnest band-aid is faster.

When X11 started, it had a admirable plan. From your login awning you should be able to log into any computer you had admission to. Then, you should be able to run programs on your awning from any computer, not aloof the one you were application as your capital computer. This still works, array of. However, best Linux distributions aren’t absolutely set up to booty abounding advantage of it.

The ambush to how things were declared to be is the DISPLAY variable. That sets area the X audience (programs) affix to an X server (your screen). You can set that to be remote. For example:

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In theory, that should accept abundant the aforementioned effect, but that assumes your arrangement is accessible on ports about 9000 and that your Xserver is accessible or there is a associate affidavit arrangement set up.

In fact, you can booty abounding greeters (the affairs that you accord your user name and countersign to) and reconfigure them to accept for arrangement admission and actualize arrangement admission to added machines, aloof like the X11 designers intended. But best distributions accept that angry off and I’m not alike abiding if some of the newer greeters action that advantage at all.

In avant-garde acceptance the X11 arrangement has angry into a quasi-display disciplinarian for your monitor, and that’s sad. X has so abounding capabilities that about 90% of the Linux apple do not use. (Recalling that 88.35% of all statistics are fabricated up on the spot.)

If you appetite to try ambience it up the old way, accept a attending at xhost, xauth, and be able to change your X server alpha up to abolish the banderole that prevents it from alert to TCP sockets. It can be done. Of course, aegis over the arrangement ability not be what you want. Tunneling over SSH solves that in a distinct line, though.

Even afterwards all this work, I’m still aloof activity to log into my Pi from the command band for best jobs. I ability accommodate X11 forwarding so I can run the odd affairs on my desktop. However, for the times you absolutely appetite to assignment with the absolute desktop, the Xnest band-aid works able-bodied enough. Xephyr was slow. I’m not abiding if it would accept been faster if it had run on the Pi, but that never formed for me. I doubtable it is some alternation with the NVidia affectation drivers, but I didn’t clue it down.

Meanwhile, if you do try this, accede authoritative the window as ample as you can and parking it on a basic desktop. This is a accurate band-aid back you can cast desktops to admission the Pi or your approved computer. Add addition desktop with VirtualBox active Windows and you accept the operating arrangement trifecta. If you use Wayland, this may still assignment application Xwayland, but I haven’t activated it out.

If you absolutely appetite to alter your desktop with a Pi, you ability appetite to accede this trial. Or maybe you’d adopt a laptop.

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Pairing: NicoMaki Summary: Maki has a secret hobby which may or may not involve collecting pictures of Nico.  Notes: This is not what I was meant to be writing, but I wanted to do something for Maki’s birthday. So here we are!  Words:  ~2000

The monitor of Maki’s computer was the only source of light in her dark bedroom, and she couldn’t stifle a yawn from having another late night. A glance at the bottom right of the screen revealed the time: 3:30am. What was such a bright, talented young girl doing awake instead of resting for school that day? The answer was simple.

She was collecting photos of Nico online and saving them to her hard drive.

Meticulously backed up both physically and to cloud storage, Maki’s collection of Nico pics was her secret pride and joy, with an emphasis on secret. It was something she was sure the others would never suspect, and damn did she want to keep it that way.

Tagged by date, location, situation and cuteness rating out of ten (slightly redundant, because Maki never gave a rating less than seven), archiving Nico’s cuteness was a full-time job for Maki. Hence why she found herself up in the middle of the night, trawling through every website and search engine for pictures of Nico that she might have missed.

She had many good pictures (her collection reached petabytes last week), but there was a problem.

‘It's not enough,’ Maki muttered to herself, squinting at the screen unhealthily. ‘I need more Nico-chan.’

Maki had now reached the point where she had collected every picture of her girlfriend that there was on the internet. And scanned every magazine Nico featured in, clipped every newspaper article and recorded every program. She had cleared her backlog of Nico, which meant that the trickle of new photos could no longer satisfy her.

She had reached peak Nico, but she needed more than what was being produced. Her demand for Nico pictures outstripped supply. It was basic economics. So to correct this awful failure of the free market, Maki decided to take action.

Being a Nishikino, and like most other members of the bourgeoisie, Maki knew this was an opportunity to finally put all her money to good use. If demand exceeded supply, all she had to do was increase supply to restore equilibrium!

With that thought in mind, Maki clicked onto the search bar, ignored the auto-fill prompts all containing the words Nico Yazawa and cute and typed in something very different instead.

How to hire paparazzi.

Another afternoon practice session ended. As usual, Nico bounded straight over to Maki and glomped her briefly, before beaming up at her with a smile. Maki knew that this was code for “Hey, let’s spend the rest of the afternoon together, Maki-chan!” and it was something she was all too happy obliging.

Nico might have thought it unusual for Maki of all people to have a smile on her face as they exited the school and began walking to the park together. But it was good to see happy Maki emerge for once, unlike the grumpy or apathetic Maki the world usually saw. So instead of questioning it, Nico smiled as well, slipping her hand into Maki’s and humming contentedly at her girlfriend’s good mood.

Of course, Maki was only smiling at the prospect of gaining more candid Nico pictures for her collection. But Nico didn’t need to know that. As in, she really didn’t need to know that.

But she wouldn’t. All Maki had to do was keep her cool and say ‘gross’ whenever she really meant ‘Nico-chan is so cute I’m about to hyperventilate’ and Nico would never suspect a thing – and certainly never suspect that Maki spent every other waking moment giddily looking at pictures of her. Then as soon as she got back home, Maki would be free to scream incoherently as she got her fix of Nico pictures.

As such, Maki had briefed the photographers she had hired in advance as to the places they usually visited, where would be the best angles to take their pictures and that bonuses would be paid if they caught Nico doing something really cute. Maki had accounted for everything.

So they walked hand-in-hand to the park, stopping as they always did to purchase a crepe from a pop-up stall. All according to keikaku so far.

Also according to plan was watching Nico happily bite into her strawberry crepe. Watching her eyes light up as if she were only enjoying it for the first time, those perfectly white teeth nestled between those soft, pink lips, the kind of things that always made Maki wish ‘Damn, I wish I could take a photo of this without seeming weird.’ But her wishes were now granted (or rather paid for).

Maki’s Nico-related thoughts were then interrupted by Nico. ‘Hey, Maki-chan…’

‘What’s wrong?’

‘I’ve got this weird feeling…’ Nico glanced around her surroundings with suspicion. ‘That we’re being watched!’

Maki couldn’t even see the photographer she knew was there, but Nico had already grabbed her by the wrist as she began sprinting.

Maki had accounted for everything.

But she hadn’t accounted for Nico.

The Nico who was always prepared to escape from the paparazzi at a moment’s notice.

Oh.

She really should have thought of that, huh?

Even as she ran, Nico didn’t seem especially angry at having her time with Maki interrupted. She wasn’t even annoyed. In fact, she looked almost as if she might have been enjoying herself? ‘I guess everyone wants a piece of Nico-Nii now!’ she said in a sing-song, looking behind herself to grin at Maki. ‘We’ve really made it, Maki-chan!’

Okay, Nico was definitely enjoying herself. Maybe this plan had some unintended benefits, as Maki tried to refrain from smiling herself at seeing Nico look so exhilarated. That would definitely look good in a picture. No, a poster. Or a mural. Or maybe across an entire art gallery. Perhaps it was time to call in her father’s connections?

But whatever Maki was thinking to herself, Nico didn’t seem to notice, instead leading Maki through the dense Akihabara crowds before pulling her into a quiet alleyway, and hiding the both of them behind the side of a dumpster. ‘Made it!’ she gasped, exhausted from running. ‘All my practice finally paid off, huh?’

Maki had even less oxygen, and doubled over with her hands on her knees. If Nico’s idol career didn’t pan out, she could probably make a middle-distance runner or parkour specialist. That was evidenced when Maki looked up from her haunches, seeing a miraculously recovered Nico with a smirk on her face.

‘Get a grip, Maki-chan! Our afternoon isn’t over yet!’

In a flash, Nico retrieved two sets of trusty pink sunglasses and face masks from her bag, handing one of each to Maki as well. And just to add to the effect, Nico brought out her totally not poop looking hat for herself.

It was then that a question hit Maki. ‘Nico-chan, how many disguises do you carry?’

‘One for each member, of course.’

That response only raised more questions. ‘But then how do you fit your schoolwork in such a tiny bag?’

‘That’s a secret,’ Nico replied, winking before she brought the glasses to her face with a flourish.

It was a pity to Maki that Nico’s face was now mostly obscured. But there was something about Nico in incognito (incognico?) which was also cute enough for Maki to stare at and think of how wonderful the world was. Not that she’d ever say that to Nico, of course.

‘I don’t think those people are the kind to give up that easily,’ said Nico.

They’d better not with what I’m paying them, thought Maki.

‘So,’ Nico continued, ‘let’s go someplace else, shall we?’

It was only when they reached halfway that Maki realised “someplace else” meant Nico’s apartment. Not that she minded, it was becoming something of a ritual between them now.

Being on the outskirts of Akihabara, the pedestrian traffic faded steadily as the two made their way on foot. Nico maintained a steady vigil, taking glances around every corner and scanning likely ambush points. Maki couldn’t help but think this was having the opposite effect and making them look even more conspicuous. But that didn’t mean that she would let go of Nico’s hand.

Whatever the case, she had her trusty disguise on, and it was infallible. Sure, only her face and eyes were covered, which mainly left her hair exposed. But surely red-haired girls were common in... oh.

Maki then realised that it was actually pretty obvious to anyone with functioning eyesight that the two conspicuous people were Nico and Maki.

She also realised that going to Nico’s apartment was usual enough to have been marked on the route Maki had supplied. And just when Nico had turned her head again to check the blind spot, there he was.

Out in the open with nowhere to hide, there was no escaping the camera’s lens as it was raised to meet its target.

In that split-second, Maki knew, just knew that Nico was about to do something in response to finally getting caught on film. But seeing Nico scream ‘Love Nico Attack!’ before launching a flying kick at the photographer was not quite what Maki expected.

‘Ow!’ the man yelled in pain, before something more pressing came to mind. ‘My camera!’

Lying on the ground was what once would have been a nice DSLR, now in two separate pieces with a chunk of glass missing from the lens. Maki winced at the sight.

Nico, however, was less empathetic. ‘Serves you right for trying to spy on Nico-Nii,’ she huffed.

‘But she’s the one who hired me in the first place!’ the photographer shouted, pointing squarely at Maki.

Nico looked at the man, then back at Maki with a face of utter bewilderment. ‘What do you-‘

‘Don’t worry,’ Maki intervened between them, ‘I’ll pay for your camera, and a bit extra. Okay?’

‘You’d better,’ grumbled the photographer, before he began to slink away back towards the city. He still got paid, so whatever.

Nico was only left with Maki for an explanation. ‘Maki-chan?’

‘Nico-chan!’ Maki shouted, bowing her head. ‘I’m really sorry!’

As she listened to Maki’s explanations and apologies for creating unnecessary trouble, Nico’s expression gradually turned from bewilderment to a gentle smile, as she placed an arm around Maki’s shoulders. ‘Awww, Maki-chan!’ Nico said, swiftly retrieving her phone from the pocket of her blazer. ‘If you just want pictures of Nico-Nii, all you have to do is ask!’

In the time it took for Nico to strike her pose, the photo was already taken. Sadly, Maki didn’t have quite the same reaction time, only looking at the camera in surprise, her mouth in a perfect “o”. Her disguise outfit still on (in fact, how did Nico whip off her glasses, hat and mask in that time?) meant that Maki looked, well, ridiculous.

Nico spent a solid minute laughing at Maki’s less than photogenic effort before tapping at her phone, sending a copy of the picture to Maki’s. For all her scowling as she looked at her phone, Maki was glad that it was a good photo of Nico at least. Photoshop could take care of the rest.

But that wasn’t enough for Maki to feel that she had gone too far with her plan. She had only wanted cute Nico pictures, not a potential assault case. And however Nico reacted, it was only because Maki set it all up in the first place. ‘I’m really sorry, Nico-chan. I shouldn’t have done what I did.’

‘It’s fine,’ said Nico, grinning in response. ‘It was sort of fun, wasn’t it?’

Maki reflected for a moment before nodding meekly in agreement. Whatever else it might have been, it certainly hadn’t been a boring afternoon.

‘And we finally got some actual practice in evading the press,’ Nico continued. ‘Which might come in handy one day, because Nico-Nii will never leave Maki-chan’s side. Even when she becomes the Number One Idol in the Universe.’

Maki still didn’t agree with Nico’s rationalization, but whatever response she had died from hearing Nico say those words and mean them.

As for Nico, it was now time to return to teasing Maki as she made a generous wink. ‘Also, I’ll be sure to take plenty more pictures of myself if you want them that much.’

‘I-It’s not like…’ Maki began out of habit, before she trailed off completely. Screw it. She had the cutest, most amazing girlfriend in the world. She may as well admit it to herself for once. ‘Alright, then.’ And since she got that invitation, Maki realized that there wasn’t anything to lose by asking another question.

‘Even lewd ones, then?’

‘What?! No!’ Nico yelled, blushing furiously. What was Maki thinking?! But at the look of disappointment Maki made, like a child discovering that Santa isn’t real, Nico found herself sighing.

‘Maybe on your birthday, alright?’

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