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wetookanoath · 6 years ago

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personal struggles, the fate of this and other blogs and apologies.

This year so far has been strange and not good for me and this blog. Some of you know my long history with hate in this fandom and while it’s always nice to hear your kind words, the hate I get is every day worse to the point I had to take off the anonymous option on this blog, my personal, the Library, the writing events and even the damn porn blog.

A few months ago I said I was gonna delete all blogs, and as promised I also deleted my twitter account, passed the instagram account to someone else (who hasn’t done anything with it yet), deleted other b*zzf*ed related blogs I ran, and left others I helped in.

I answered to every and all asks on this blog and the porn blog (most asks now on queue or drafts, waiting to be posted slowly to not spam), finished the event that didn’t went as good as it seemed and passed the administration of the Library to my personal account to never left it die down.

During this time, something happened in my personal life and I found myself in a very dark place I never thought I would go back to after it happened to me many years ago. But it did, and I had to dealt with it all over again, but this time there was a difference, this time I knew were to start and it helped me because I was able to ask for what I needed and get help.

I’m on meds again. I’m not proud of it and it... makes me angry that I’m ashamed to admit it. I’m making less money, lost a person, stopped writing, entered a rehab therapy for two weeks for depression (I didn’t tell anyone but my family, which won me a very long fight with my best friend and two of my best friends online), ended in the hospital last month.

That long period I spent away from this blog, forgetting to answer replies I got e-mails for and the days of check-in and whatnot for the Exchange, god they were so good even with all that mess going on. I watched and read so many things, even if suffered not writing and other physical things. But I felt good, I really did. Which I think it’s why I was happy to get back here, just to find hate on my inbox yet again (from the same person as always, by the way. This woman really is the saddest person on the planet. Yes, it’s about you. I know you are reading this), and I really thought “why do I keep doing this to myself?”

And then weeks ago I finally realized why. And it’s because I like this show so much. I like the pictures and the stories, the chat group I’m in even if sometimes I feel like they don’t like me, and most important, in spite of all the hate we get here, I love the stories I write for this fandom, and my ship. I’ve never wrote this good, gotten the chance to improve and learn better english too.

I love the writer I am in this fandom and I have wrote so much these past few weeks, and all because I started to write shy*n again.

So what do I do?

There are days when I forget this blog exists. It’s been so boring, this hiatus and how things have changed, the lack of content makes things dry and easier to forget. I just forget it exists, but then when I get in, it’s fun when there’s no hate. I find it entertaining to go into my blogs and tag everything properly, organize tag pages and make lists of films based on things, make edits, answer old asks I didn’t have time for before.

Since now that anonymous is off I don’t get any asks, I had have the chance to answer in depth so many things I had left behind before, it’s been fun. Like it used to be, January-July of 2018 came again to remind me of how things were before The Change. I enjoyed preparing this blog for my deperture, and I found myself not wanting to go.

My first thought after that revelation? “People is going to hate on me on anonymous for changing my mind”. Isn’t that fucking sad? That I have to condition everything I do so people won’t hate me on anonymous and say horrible things just because I complain bout things, then calm down and change my mind like any other normal person does on a daily basic... on my own, personal blog?

So, so far, this is what will happen:

The blog reminds, since it’s also kind of an archive for this fandom with how much has been posted that I know it’s resourceful to people for all kinds of things.

Anonymous will perpeturally be off in all my blogs. The Library’s inbox will remain closed.

I’m still going to take my long periods of ignoring this blog, so I’m sorry if you sent me any qs and I don’t answer right away.

It will be on perpetual semi-hiatus, since I will come back once a week to answer things, tag stuff, stock the Library’s queue and the one on this blog.

About the updates, I’m just going to post things I would like to archive myself.

New fanfics/chapters of fics coming every Saturday until I’m done posting everything I wrote these weeks. I’m still writing, so I guess my day of the week to check replies, messages and asks will be on Saturday.

I don’t think I will be around for the new season, not the way I used to. I’m so gonna watch it, but no posts from me anymore. This is a big maybe, since I’m not sure of many things right now, especially with my health as fragile as it is right at the moment.

There’s, so far, 131 original posts on queue. These are: lists that were requested on this blog on such things like all episode Shane called Ryan ‘baby’, personal favorite shyan moments with links (I worked so much in this one, I ended up hating it), etc., edits from many things, included shoots found in old articles and so on, the ongoing ‘fave insta pics’ series of Ryan, Shane, TJ, Sara, Kelsey and the boys in other people’s instagrams, more favorite fanfic edits, and more buzzships edits. Also, a few headcanons, rec lists and solo recs.

Queue will post three posts a day, one original text, one reblog, one original edit. Texts are less than the edits, so when they are over, it will be two edits and one reblog. I will be stocking the queue during my weekly visit, so I don’t know if it will eventually run off original posts or not.

Library reminds what it is, inbox closed until further notice.

Writing Events is over, though. I’m too tired for that. At least for a long break.

This really all depends on my health and how things are once the show is back. I miss the interaction a lot, so having lost the anonymous option it’s really a big bummer for me, and maybe to the people who did like to interact with me and the blog’s content in a positive way via this option. We’ll see.

And finally, I want to apologize not only for the long of this but for my negative reactions months ago. It was wrong, childish at times and out of character. I didn’t realize I was getting bad, and when I did it had already gotten worse. I can now look at all those desperate posts and see how bad I really was at keeping it together and how desperate I was to be okay.

While I still believe I didn’t deserve the harassment I was getting, I should had never given onto it and answer back. I shouldn’t. It was not only bad for me, but to the people who followed/follows this blog and engaged into the negativity too.

I caused that by acting exactly how the hateful people wanted me to, and instead of showing myself as the imperfect human being I am, all people saw was a crying girl asking to be appreciated and loved back. And the reality is that forcing those things to happen won’t make it any better, on the contrary, it makes it worse.

All those times I said, “why does people have to insult me for you to care about me?”, it was because I made it happen. I decided to posts those answers and reply to the hate, and it made people, worried by my answers and the tone of them (yeah, I was pretty suicidal and paranoid, I didn’t realize until recently), send their support. It made it look like that was the case, that I needed to be hurt for people to appreciate me.

But now, I don’t post those things. Had to shut down anonymous asks. And last week I got one ask, just one, of someone saying they love this blog. There was no reason for it, just someone who saw me online and send in their positivity. And it was the best thing in the world, those short words, the best ones.

So yes. My sincere and deepest apologies to everyone, involved or not, for having acted, well, toxic in the past months. Hopefully, it won’t happen again. Meds, no anon and semi-hiatus will make a difference, I hope. And things will be fine.

Thanks for the support, the kindness and the love. And thanks for reading this bible.

Love you,

Nina.

#this is long but i hope you guys read it #specially the apology #your local nerd talking.txt #personal #blog updates

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changmiii · 8 years ago

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Maybe I’m Just a Kid in Love: Chapter 2

Summary: When a mysterious, gorgeous stranger named Park Jimin almost runs over Jungkook on a delivery motorcycle, Jungkook is convinced he has met his soulmate. But between his rising social media fame as a singer, and Jimin's budding relationship with a charming baker, Jungkook's path to finding true love is not going to be an easy one.

Pairing: Jungkook/Jimin

Words: 2,269

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Previous Chapter

Jungkook's head bumps against the metal pole on the subway as he stares at his phone, aimlessly scrolling through his twitter feed. His inbox is flooded with questions from fans; he hadn't acknowledged his upcoming album since its announcement and questions keep pouring in, wondering when it will come out, and if he plans to perform live after its release. He quickly snaps a selfie with his hood pulled up over his face and posts it so his followers know he's still alive, at least. As usual, he ignores all of the replies in favor of opening up a game on his phone.

With the distraction of beating the level and the music blasting through his earbuds, he almost misses his stop. He stands up quickly and pushes his way out through the crowds of people flooding towards the escalator, and opens his messages with Hoseok as he makes his way up towards the street. Hoseok’s only directions are vague, describing a gopchang place on the second floor of a building, overlooking a street filled with food vendors. Jungkook is still relatively new to Seoul, but in his time there he’s probably seen at least five different places that fit Hoseok’s description. Sighing, he hits the call button.

“Jungkook? Are you almost there?” Jungkook can hear the noise of cars on the street and people chattering. At least they aren’t at the restaurant yet, he thinks.

“I can’t find the restaurant.”

“Kookie, haven’t you heard of Google Maps—”

“Hyung,” Jungkook whines, “can’t you just tell me where it is?”

“You got off at Gangnam like I told you, right?”

Oh right, Gangnam. Jungkook looks around for a sign. “Um….it says Nakseongdae?”

“What the fuck, Jungkook, how did you end up in Nakseongdae.”

“I did what you said, I took three stops on line 2—“

“You took three stops the wrong way,” Hoseok says.

On the other side Jungkook hears a muted voice saying, “He got lost again, didn’t he. That little shit I knew he shouldn’t go anywhere alone.”

“Yoongi hyung I can hear you,” Jungkook says grumpily.

“Give me the phone—“ there’s a rustle and Yoongi’s voice grows louder. “Look, Jungkook, you just need to take six stops in the other direction, okay? Get off when it says Gangnam. You can read right?”

“What do I do once I get there?” Jungkook ignores Yoongi’s insult as he makes his way to the other side.

“Just walk towards a tall twisty building and turn left--“

There’s another rustle as the phone is snatched away again. “I’ll text you the directions, kay,” Hoseok says. “We got a reservation because Jin’s friends with the owner so you need to hurry.”

“Thanks hyung,” Jungkook grumbles. He hangs up and gets on the subway, embarrassed.

Ten minutes later he is walking through the narrow, winding streets of Gangnam, following Hoseok and Yoongi’s vague directions, the smell of food from nearby vendors making his stomach growl. He passes a Cafe Bene, wondering if it’s different from the one he passed moments ago or if he’s been going in circles. Either way, there are no barbecue places in sight.

He knows the way these streets are laid out, with restaurants offering the same thing grouped together: bulgogi with bulgogi, kalbi with kalbi, yangnyeom chicken with yangnyeom chicken. He could easily ask someone where the gopchang places are located, but that would involve willingly talking to strangers. Jungkook isn’t antisocial persay, but he kind of hates the idea of approaching someone he doesn’t know.

He ends up on a much smaller side street. The roads are rough and cobbled, with barely enough room for a car to pass through, and he is thoroughly lost. Jungkook picks up his phone and dials Hoseok.

“I turned right at the sushi place like you said, but now I’m passing like these apartment buildings—“

Hoseok sighs loudly. “Next time you aren’t allowed to go anywhere by yourself. Okay, just read me the street sign…”

As he is talking, Jungkook is stepping aside to let a car pass from behind him. Hoseok’s voice fades into the background as a delivery motorcycle suddenly shoots around the corner towards them at a reckless speed. The driver’s head is turned to look at something behind him and he clearly doesn’t see the car coming towards him. Realizing he’s witnessing an impending collision, Jungkook shouts, “look out!” The driver sees the car at the last minute and swerves, unfortunately straight towards Jungkook, who throws himself out of the way and into a pile of discarded pink trash bags and recycling. A huge stack of cardboard boxes come crashing down on him, completely obscuring his vision.

He lays there in shock, unable to see anything as the motorcycle comes to a stop. He hears feet hitting the ground and boxes are being pulled off of him. Jungkook is greeted by a pair of black combat boots accompanied by equally black, tight jeans that are ripped at the knee. Their owner drops into a crouch and, unable to think about anything else, Jungkook takes in the furrowed browned concerned dark eyes above a black face mask, backwards Stussy baseball cap pulled over blond hair.

“Jungkook? Jungkook-“ The tinny voice is coming from his phone which is now lying on the pavement. Without taking his eyes off of the stranger, Jungkook reaches over and hits the call end button. He knows his expression is frozen in the blank, open-mouthed, wide-eyed stare his friends always tease him for, but he can hardly do anything about it. The boy’s jeans are stretching over his thighs in his squat and does he work out because damn.

“Oh my god, are you okay? Dude, answer me.”

Jungkook comes back to his senses. “Yeah, yeah, I’m…uh…I’m fine.” He wonders how long the boy had been trying to talk to him. It’s not like he could tell with that black mask anyways.

As if on cue the boy pulls the mask below his chin, revealing a gorgeous pair of pink lips. Oh no. Jungkook grabs his phone and tries to stand up, sending pieces of stray cardboard flying. He’s barely gotten to his feet when his head starts to throb and he sways towards the ground, only to feel two hands grabbing his biceps firmly. “Shit shit shit, are you okay?” The boy says, looking even more distressed. “Did you hit your head?”

Jungkook rubs the back of his head. He didn’t hit it too hard— it will probably bruise later but he doesn’t think it’s a concussion. “J-just a little, yeah, it’s fine. I guess I-I stood up too fast.” It’s definitely not the head injury causing him to act like this. Get a hold of yourself, he thinks. What happened to Jeon Jungkook, singer-songwriter sensation, who makes girls squeal just by posting a selca on Twitter?

“Man, I’m really sorry, are you hurt anywhere else?”

Jungkook just wants to see this guy smile; his face is stunning even contorted into a worried frown but he can just imagine the way his eyes would lift up—ok hold up, Jungkook needs to get out of here asap. “Nope, I’m fine.”

“Good thing there were trash bags to cushion your fall,” the boy says, peeling off a napkin that was stuck to Jungkook’s shoulder.

Jungkook wrinkles his nose. “Gross,” he says.

The boy fucking giggles and his smile is even better than Jungkook imagined. This boy is bad news. “Um, anyways, I gotta go…”

“Where are you headed?”

“Um.” Jungkook looks at his phone, ignoring Yoongi’s panicked texts to read the address of the place.

The boy laughs again, but it isn’t mocking or mean-spirited. “I hate to break it to you, but you’re heading in the wrong direction. It’s that way.” He points where Jungkook had just come from.

He wills himself not to turn any redder. “Oh. Whoops.”

“New to Seoul?”

Jungkook nods.

“Me too, I moved here a year ago. Hey, want a ride? I’m going that way anyways.”

“No, you really don’t have to—“

“Seriously,” he says. “Think of it was me paying you back for almost running you over. Anyways, I go there all the time because my friend knows the owner.”

“Okay, uh, thanks,” Jungkook says hesitantly. The boy climbs onto the bike and motions for Jungkook to follow. He gets on cautiously behind him.

“Whats your name?” The boy starts the engine.

“Jeon Jungkook,” he says over the growling noise as they take off. “You?”

The boy answers but Jungkook can’t hear him over the sound of the engine.

They shoot through the streets, wheels bouncing over uneven roads. The boy isn’t exactly a reckless driver but he isn’t cautious either, and Jungkook finds himself gripping the boy’s jacket, heart pounding, as they turn sharply. If they crash and he hits his face on something his career is pretty much over, but Jungkook has already decided that it’s probably worth the risk.

Yoongi hyung would never let him forget this. It’s been ages since he’s had anything close to a crush, after a rough breakup in high school, and it’s not like he’s known this guy for more than a few minutes but…

“Why did you come to Seoul?” the boy asks, turning over his shoulder to look at him and narrowly missing a lamppost.

“Finished high school early,” he says, not wanting to divulge the full details of his music career. “I wanted to go to college here, I guess.”

“How old are you?”

“Just turned eighteen.” He turns eighteen in three months, but a white lie can’t hurt.

“Wow, really?” The boy turns again to shoot him a grin. “I thought you were at least my age— I’m twenty-one.”

Maybe it’s the adrenaline rush boosting his confidence, but Jungkook returns the smile. “It’s okay, I’m still taller than you.” The older boy just scoffs and they ride in comfortable silence until they arrive in front of the restaurant. Jungkook slides off the back of the motorcycle, breathless from the ride, and looks up at Jimin.

“Thanks for taking me.”

“No problem,” the boy says. Ask for his number, Jungkook thinks. You can do this.

“Yah, Jungkookie!” A body bumps into him from behind and he feels hands ruffling his hair. “Jungkookie!” Namjoon says, “you finally made it!”

“C’mon,” Yoongi says. “We’re all waiting for you to order.”

“Have a great meal,” the boy on the motorcycle says, pulling up his face mask to cover his smile, and speeding off with one last wave. Jungkook is just able to catch the label for Tofu House food delivery before he rounds the corner out of sight.

That whole ride went by in such a blur that he finds himself wondering whether it actually happened.

He follows Namjoon and Yoongi into the restaurant. Hoseok and Jin are at a booth, grill already smoking in front of them. He sits down, grinning sheepishly as they greet him loudly, teasing him for getting lost. Jungkook just ducks his head, mind still stuck on a certain blond-haired boy on a motorcycle.

***

“See, I’m a finance major,” Jimin says, trying to keep his voice steady. “And it’s really hard to get time in the dance studio since I’m so busy and I really do my best not to be disruptive—“

“I’m sorry, Park Jimin-ssi.” His landlord doesn’t sound sorry at all. “I’ve gotten too many complaints in these past few weeks.”

“But,” Jimin runs a hand through his now-bleached hair. “But, I never play the music out loud, and I try not to do too many of the jumps—“

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, looking bored. “but the people in the suite below you keep complaining about the stomping, and the people next to you say you and your roommate act inappropriately and constantly bring strangers into your apartment, and I’m afraid you won’t be able to continue living here if you don’t change your behavior.”

Jimin gapes. He wasn’t oblivious to the looks his next-door neighbors gave him whenever they saw him and Taehyung together, and Tae said they had made more than a few disparaging comments to some of Taehyung’s few hookups that he occasionally brings home, but he didn’t think they would go so far as to complain to the landlord about it.

“Thank you, that’s all,” he says, giving him a tight-lipped smile and turns to walk down the hall, closing Jimin’s door behind him. Jimin flops down onto the couch and dials Taehyung on speaker, not even bothering to hold his phone up to his ear.

“Tae,” he says when his roommate picks up. “The landlord just yelled at me again for dancing.”

“He’s such a jerk.” Jimin can tell Taehyung has food in his mouth.

“He says he’ll kick us out! Can you believe it?”

“Fuck him,” Taehyung says. “I mean like, don’t, but seriously, you don’t even play music.”

“That’s what I told him!”

“Yeah, don’t listen to him. If they complain again we’ll just say its the pipes or something, kay?”

Pipes don’t make thumping noises on the floor. “Okay,” he says.

“Okay, I gotta go bomb my bio-ethics test, see you!”

Jimin hangs up with a sigh, knowing full well Taehyung plans to ace his test. Most of their friends think Taehyung is a little bit dumb because of the way he talks, but Jimin knows he cried once because he got an A- on an essay.

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t4194 · 8 years ago

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Aperire Ostium

Kuroko No Basuke - Tadatoshi Fujimaki Aperire ostium - t41g4 Please understand, if: Character in this fanfic could be very OOC, my grammar is very bad, errors of writing everywhere, plot is not clear and confusing, and various other mistakes. .. Fukui's experience in using the Aperire Ostium (fiction) website. .. It's been more than two months since Fukui decided to sign up for a site called Aperire Ostium. It is a new site where members can do anything. When Fukui first signed up, there was a brief hint that pointed out the advantages of this site, where the Aperire Ostium can be a wonderful way of connecting, sharing, and posting anything. The interesting thing about this site is that you do not need to follow each other or add friends to talk, post messages, or anything else, because the program says if you can connect all users without any frills-unless he blocks you. Fukui itself as a new user has never experienced any complaints while using it. This is possible also because Aperire Ostium itself is very easy to use. Not to mention Aperire Ostium is also available in various languages, where when entered into the site will be given the choice of which language will be used. In fact Fukui himself found this site due to his inadvertence. Given if the social networking twitter and tumblr much more global in Japan. Even Murasakibara itself also has a twitter account. Then, accidentally when he decided to surf the virtual world, he also found the site Aperire Ostium, he thought it would be a magical site or something like that-because the background color of the site dominant black and red, but apparently not. It's a site where everyone can make friends and do whatever they want, without fear of being-unless it's outrageous and violating the rules set by the Aperire Ostium. Fukui himself did not do a lot of posts in his Aperire Ostium, most of which he did only read a few stories that someone posted and commented on, the rest he did was watch other user uploaded videos. According to Fukui's experience as a user, Aperire Ostium itself is more like a mix of some famous sites. But, even so, what Fukui sees is the Aperire Ostium user of no more than a few million people, with most users from Thailand and China. A bit advantageous, because the laptop browser is equipped with a translator, which will automatically translate any language into Japanese. But, even so, that does not mean there is not a single person known by Fukui on the Aperire Ostium site, there are some people that Fukui knows to be a permanent resident of the site. Kuroko Tetsuya and Mayuzumi Cihihiro for example, the two shadows decided to make Aperire Ostium a means of channeling their ability to write, Kuroko Tetsuya in the horror novel and Mayuzumi Cihihiro in the field of teenage novels & daily life. And the more Fukui does not believe is the Kuroko beta-reader, he is the ace of Yosen. Yep, your guess is right, it's Murasakibara Atsushi. Fukui would not believe if it was not Kuroko who said it when they sent a message. Fukui also finds out if Wei Liu, is a member of Aperire Ostium when he opened the site via a library computer. Fukui himself was quite surprised to find out if his teammates were a professional user of the site. Wei Liu who came from China mostly posted stories of legends from his country, or the surrounding countries. In addition Fukui also found Takao Kazunari, a joyful young man with black hair split it is one of the many monitors remains an online sale and purchase account in Aperire Ostium. Fukui's own Aperire Ostium activity was not much before. However, since the twitter account of his idol artist on twitter is closed, Fukui decided to go online more at Aperire Ostium. Watching some tasty cooking videos is certainly not a bad idea. What else if he did it at nightfall. It will be very helpful when he is so hungry but also so lazy to move from his room. Not to mention the recent his insomnia increasingly become-so. Makes him almost fall asleep when him fierce teacher's time is underway. And unfortunately, either because of bad weather since yesterday or what, users who usually upload cooking videos have not posted anything since yesterday. So even with a sweet female user from South Korea who usually broadcast live food. Fukui breathed in exasperation while his fingers scrolled the mouse. The clock had shown one o'clock in the morning, and he still had no sign of wanting to sleep. He chating friend has been off since two hours ago, and there's nothing he can do about it. Fukui sighed again, before his dark eye's was interested in staring at a notification at the end of his desktop. Unlike how other notifications come in, the notification is not inside the bar but outside. The shape is a small box with an inverted triangle in the middle, while the outer end there is a red round sign. His notifications flickered trying to attract Fukui's attention. Fukui himself, however, was silent. Takao Kazunari had several times exchanged messages with him saying that it would be a good idea to ignore the strange notification that emerged instead of the usual notification bar-which is incorporated with Aperire Ostium's main features. Because according to Takao it is a bug or some kind of strange links that will lead to other strange links. Kuroko Tetsuya and Mayuzumi Cihihiro once revealed that their data quota was drained to almost exhaust after opening the strange notation. In contrast to Takao, Kuroko, and Mayuzumi, Wei Liu never even experienced anything unpleasant related to the strange notification during his time as a regular user of Aperire Ostium. And now, the weird notification is flickering tempting Fukui to open it !! .. His cell phone kept vibrating under his desk, while he was sweating cold. Afraid the math teacher knows his cell phone. Fortunately his thick books were able to disguise the harsh and repetitive vibrations of his cell phone. Fukui glanced at the clock in front of his classroom timidly, while his hands held his thick mathematical book to cover half his face. He sighs as he sees less than five minutes remaining to be free from his teacher. He wants to cry. Why was the rest time so long when he expected to come. .. In the end Fukui opened his cell phone back home from school. Call it his captain who casually drags him to the nearest cafeteria to help him in irritating tasks. Although Fukui could have refused, he could not bring himself to do so, given that Wei Liu had done so. After all, if you think again, if the value of the captain is ugly, then the whole team can be hit by the death of his coach. The first thing a young man with light brown hair does is check his email inbox, there are quite a lot of incoming emails there. Most is the notification of the accounts that he participated on youtube, though there are also some notices from Aperire Ostium about new posts of accounts he often open. In addition it is an email from Aperire Ostium own, which announced if they have launched Aperire Ostium app for iOS & Android. Then there are also from Takao, Kuroko, Mayuzumi, Wei Liu & other Aperire Ostium users he knows, which almost all contain email notices that they've tried Aperire Ostium app for iOS & Android and are satisfied with the result, plus Fukui's invitation . After Fukui thought about walking home, he finally chose not to install it. Besides the internet connection is quite stable, so even with the browser he uses, which is able to compress data up to half of the original and make the experience of surfing the virtual world becomes faster and easier. So there was nothing to worry about.After all, it looks like he prefers the desktop version of the mobile version. .. After Fukui confirmed that if all his homework was done, he immediately rushed his computer to connect to the internet, to open Aperire Ostium. The first he opened was a mukbang channel, luckily he still had time to watch the Korean girl sweet food broadcasts-though only a few minutes. After that he moved to check his favorite account that often posting cooking videos. And luckily, he found four new uploads. After watching and commenting, Fukui went to see something else. .. One o'clock in the morning, and Fukui is still in front of his computer while trying to find something to read or watch in Aperire Ostium. A few minutes ago he had checked the account tumblr and twitternya. And unfortunately, nothing was really good enough for him to see, except for the exaggerated news he saw on the website, about the grandmothers who forced a boy to do dirty things. After that there was nothing else to attract him. Even Aperire Ostium too. Some site members have not posted anything in this week, and some others have not posted in the last three days. The author of his favorite horror story too, he has not even posted a new story since four months ago. And that's pretty annoying. Although he can not blame the user for not posting yet. Yet it is also his fault, for not making things and just being a bunch of annoying creatures with high hopes for someone to bring something new. Not long after, the notifications flickered back. Cornered desktop, not dibar notification like other Aperire Ostium features. Fukui stared at the sign for a long time, before deciding to try to open it. Even if it really will drain his quota, at least he can a little sigh of relief, because he uses home wifi. .. After he clicked on it using the mouse, the first one appeared was a small dialog box in the middle of the desktop containing short questions. - Hello, are you bored? And that really made her laugh deep inside, meaning how can a message as familiar as this is a torjan or something that can drain its quota. Fukui prefers the option if this strange notification is a bug-like Takao said. So, with enthusiasm he typed in reply. [Maybe] Afterwards he hit the send button and waited for his reply, and the screen returned to its original state before he clicked on the odd notification. Not yet Fukui was about to return to the original activity the strange notification was flashing again. And of course Fukui immediately opened it again. - If so, would you kah answer some questions that we asked? Fukui considered what he had to answer, and a blank line to pour the answer flickered. In the end Fukui wrote 'Yes' because he was bored and was not about to go to sleep. - Have you ever been bullied? [Hem ... no] - Did you ever feel suicidal? [Not really I guess] -Did you ever feel like killing someone? Fukui paused as he saw the question appear on the screen. His intuition started to feel something wrong. [No, not even in a dream] -Even if you paid millions of Yen for it? [Of course] After that strange question a new dialogue box reappears for a bit longer. -Please tell us what you want to do to them. Underneath there are some strange images. One looks like a turtle's picture, the other one looks like an oil-painted eagle, one of which is a black, blurred picture with gray smoke, and lastly a white background. Below each picture there is a point that can be filled. Fukui thought for a moment before deciding to write something down. He had never actually taken any animals before, so he was not exactly sure what he was going to write. The first is the tortoise, because that Fukui knows it is a rare animal, he just wrote to release it. Then to eagle he wrote did not know, and for two strange ghostly images afterwards he wrote beaten. -Thank you for taking the time to answer ^^ After her nothing else came up, so Fukui decided to go to sleep because the hour was two o'clock in the morning. .. A few days later, Fukui heard from her kouhai-Murasakibara, if Kuroko and Mayuzumi had to be hospitalized after being beaten by people who do not know. Even though it was unrelated, Fukui began to feel if it was her fault. Fukui himself was afraid to open the Aperire Ostium site again from his computer after the incident, but seeing how Wei Liu was still so on the site, Fukui decided not to blame the site for what happened, yet there is no evidence either that what happened to the two shadows It's because of him. So after going through various considerations. Fukui finally decided to download the Aperire Ostium app for his cell phone. And he was back to activity again as usual through his cell phone. Watch live mukbang video, watch videos thoroughly, read stories, and more. To. A strange notification flickered back at the screen of his cell phone, making Fukui staring at him for a long time. Hey ~ hey ~ it could be the ones who beat Kuroko and Mayuzumi are the ones who get hurt because their team loses to Seirin and Rakuzan. Anyway abroad such a thing often happens. Fukui touches his notification after assuring himself if it is just a coincidence. But it did not last long. When he gets to the weird questions like yesterday, things get clearer. If the weird notification is really weird. - We will not divulge your answer to anyone, so please let us know, from the people below, who want to get rid forever? And after that, Fukui promised never to touch any strange notifications again In Aperire Ostium for the rest of his life. .. fin ..

#kuroko no basket #kuroko's basketball #fanfic #fukui kensuke #liu wei #mayuzumi chihiro #kuroko tetsuya #takao kazunari

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How Mainstreet Media Steps Up When Mainstream Media Lets Us Down

What we can learn from the media's silence about the South Georgia Storm Disaster 2017

From the Cool Cat Teacher Blog by Vicki Davis

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Is it that we don’t have a dead baby in a ditch like we had in the Camilla tornadoes in 2000 to get people upset? Is that Albany Georgia’s tragedy is ignored? Or is it just that the news media is so busy covering reality DC that they don’t have time to report on a storm that left 8,000 homes without power and my Facebook sources tell me thousands of homes damaged. With 9 tornadoes – that’s right NINE TORNADOES and 3 thunderstorm wind events reported by the National Weather service, I’m at a loss trying to understand why this isn’t national news. Without power for days, we have cold weather coming, and many impoverished people are going to suffer greatly. But if you turn on your TV, I doubt many of you will hear about it. And this complete lack of reporting is a problem. In this blog post I’m going to share why this is a problem and what we can do to help the survivors in this growing disaster.

I’ve embedded a film below, but it is from Facebook and some of you may not be able to see it.

When I got up Tuesday morning, I turned on the news, and heard about “some storms.” Some traffic lights were out. I did not grasp the magnitude of what happened. People at school were talking about the tragedy, and I thought,

Surely, if it were that bad, the news would have reported it, and the national news would have picked it up.

Nope. Mainstream media is too busy covering reality DC these days to talk about what truly matters.

As we saw during the election, the media seemed to be too busy manipulating us to inform us about things that matter to use average everyday folks. They’d rather get us upset about something over which we have no control than tell us about something where we can actually help. And they’ve failed yet again.

But you know who hasn’t failed? Mainstreet media. That’s you and that’s me. And we CAN make mainstream media notice if we all bring awareness to this. In fact, I’m hearing that MOST people are hearing the depth of tragedy through Facebook and NOT the media. And the media wants to know why they’re irrelevant.

I’ve asked for photographs and stories and Mainstreet media has filled my inbox with the pictures I’m sharing as part of this post. Feel free to add yours. Also note, while I’m using the hashtag #prayforalbany there are many towns impacted. I’ve heard from Newton, Meigs, Leary, and Baconton about extensive damage. This is a storm disaster of massive proportions.

Why Media Coverage Matters

I learned the depth of the tragedy from my church Facebook page when I got home from school at 4pm Tuesday. That was when we started collecting water to respond to the desperate and growing need.

If we don’t know, we don’t go. It is that simple.

You see, I have personal experience with storms before. In 2000, Kip and I were head of the Mitchell County Volunteer Command Center. On February 14, 2000, three tornadoes ripped through my tiny hometown damaging over 200 homes. We also had a terrible loss of life and 28 people died. It was something none of us would ever want to relive. There are no fond memories. We only feel the pain. But, just like in Albany, the entire community pulled together to respond to that storm.

The second day in Camilla, a big truck from Alabama full of bulldozers and heavy equipment pulled up and said,

“Where do you need us. We’re here to help, but we’re not here to charge.”

Because of extensive national news coverage, there were people everywhere coming out to help. Random strangers just showed up, helped, and left. We didn’t even know all their names. They knew that there was a need. That is what average everyday Americans do — we show up to help our neighbors.

That is if we know they need help. I’ve never seen anyone show up for a disaster they didn’t know about first.

What I Saw When We Delivered Water in Albany

Well, yesterday I wanted my students and to be those random strangers who helped. We gave out flats of water in public housing projects near Hugh Mills Stadium in Albany. To my surprise, I saw a tragedy that far exceeded the damage I saw in Camilla in 2000.

And I didn’t see one truck from the media. So, here’s our truck. My Mainstreet media friends and I are telling you what really is happening.

There are lots of trees down. But bigger than this, many people are without power. Many very impoverished homes have had refrigerators out since Monday and won’t have power for perhaps weeks.

Just because you don’t have a tree in your yard doesn’t mean the storm hasn’t upended your life.

Why Media Silence Hurts Good People When Tragedies Strike

Here’s the problem when the media ignores a tragedy:

If people don’t know, people don’t go.

If people don’t know, the money doesn’t show.

It people don’t know, it takes longer to get better.

In my experience, when dealing with a disaster – nothing makes it better. Your only hope is to help people get better, faster. That way, you don’t have people feeling hopeless, getting depressed, and acting out in their pain.

Simply put, you want to help as many people as possible get back their life as soon as possible.

How the News Media Is Letting Us Down

The city of Albany is mobilizing and helping itself. But, even here I heard a local news reporter joking that she hoped for snow on Saturday. I yelled at the TV,

You have people who have been without power since Monday, who are living in freezing cold apartments with children, and you’re wishing for snow?

The complete and utter inability of the media to share what’s important in this world anymore befuddles me.

There used to be a time when news reporters reported on what was important. Additionally, they felt they had a responsibility to speak the truth. Now, I think they’re more interested in reality DC than they are in speaking the truth about what’s happening out in America.

Well, average America needs a responsible media, and guess what. You and I now have a job we were never intended to play.

Now last night I tweeted all of the mainstream media and of course didn’t hear a tweet back. I mean for all they know I’m just a random person with 134,000 Twitter followers.

My life was not made better last night when they went in and re-shared the live stream of the abuse of a special needs boy by four people. I can do nothing about what happened but be shocked and upset. Instead, why didn’t they share about the damage in Albany, Georgia and how they need help? The cold is coming and people are still without power.

Obviously, I can’t do anything about mainstream media, but I can do something about main street media. I can because I’m part of it.

Who am I? I’m a small town schoolteacher who some people read. And the people who read my blog aren’t just slacktivists; I attract ACTIVISTS. I attract people who DO SOMETHING to make the world a better place. We don’t whine about it; we do something about it.

So, let’s get busy.

Calling Out Main Street Media

So, dear reader, I now dub you, “mainstreet media.” You have a job to do. Go out there and tell people about this tragedy that has happened and how they can help. And then volunteer and do what you can.

1 – Tell People About the Tragedy And Ask for Their Support

So, what can you do about this? Tell people what is happening in Albany, Georgia. If mainstream media won’t, I’m calling out main street media.

But I will ask this if you share this blog post, please share one of the links to below first. It is more important to share about how to help than this post.

Samaritan’s Purse Disaster Response Volunteer Page asks for people aged 14 to volunteer and help. Get up a group of people and come to help. In Camilla, we had people working for months – so even if it is later in January — COME. I promise they’ll need you. MOBILIZE!

Share the live streams from Sherwood Baptist Church – they are a source of information I trust and will tell you what you can do. As of this post, on January 6 and 7 they need bottled water at the old Coke plant at 925 Pine Avenue, Albany. They are giving it out to those in need who have NO WATER. (Please check the stream for current needs.)

Use the hashtag #prayforalbany and hope that we can make it trend to get mainstream media to DO THEIR JOB!

2 – Donate money to help

Not everyone can come. Support your favorite disaster relief organization, or I just spoke to my pastor, Michael Catt, and if you donate through my church and designate for disaster relief benevolence that 100% of your money will go to help.

People who care, share. We share the truth. We share things that matter. People matter.

Now, get out there and do something.

Is this the Only Tragedy We’re Not Hearing About?

And when you know the tragedy in your local area that is not reported, it is your responsibility to report on it and to tell people. You now have a new job in addition to all the other jobs you have.

You must make sure that what you share is true, accurate, but also that it is stuff that that truly matters. Because it seems the people who have that job right now are too busy filming reality DC than doing their real job.

#prayforalbany

Let me also be super clear. The people in South Georgia are working hard and coming together. But many people even here in South Georgia are still uninformed as to just what has happened. We are literally finding out more and more via Facebook daily and shocked to realize that this story isn’t being told except to each other on Facebook. I just see a stark contrast in how the media covered the three 2000 tornadoes in Camilla and the nine South Georgia had on Monday night. I find no valid explanation.

The post How Mainstreet Media Steps Up When Mainstream Media Lets Us Down appeared first on Cool Cat Teacher Blog by Vicki Davis @coolcatteacher helping educators be excellent every day. Meow!

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athena29stone · 9 years ago

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How Mainstreet Media Steps Up When Mainstream Media Lets Us Down

What we can learn from the media's silence about the South Georgia Storm Disaster 2017

From the Cool Cat Teacher Blog by Vicki Davis

Follow @coolcatteacher on Twitter

I’ve embedded a film below, but it is from Facebook and some of you may not be able to see it.

Surely, if it were that bad, the news would have reported it, and the national news would have picked it up.

Nope. Mainstream media is too busy covering reality DC these days to talk about what truly matters.

Why Media Coverage Matters

I learned the depth of the tragedy from my church Facebook page when I got home from school at 4pm Tuesday. That was when we started collecting water to respond to the desperate and growing need.

If we don’t know, we don’t go. It is that simple.

The second day in Camilla, a big truck from Alabama full of bulldozers and heavy equipment pulled up and said,

“Where do you need us. We’re here to help, but we’re not here to charge.”

That is if we know they need help. I’ve never seen anyone show up for a disaster they didn’t know about first.

What I Saw When We Delivered Water in Albany

And I didn’t see one truck from the media. So, here’s our truck. My Mainstreet media friends and I are telling you what really is happening.

There are lots of trees down. But bigger than this, many people are without power. Many very impoverished homes have had refrigerators out since Monday and won’t have power for perhaps weeks.

Just because you don’t have a tree in your yard doesn’t mean the storm hasn’t upended your life.

Why Media Silence Hurts Good People When Tragedies Strike

Here’s the problem when the media ignores a tragedy:

If people don’t know, people don’t go.

If people don’t know, the money doesn’t show.

It people don’t know, it takes longer to get better.

Simply put, you want to help as many people as possible get back their life as soon as possible.

How the News Media Is Letting Us Down

The city of Albany is mobilizing and helping itself. But, even here I heard a local news reporter joking that she hoped for snow on Saturday. I yelled at the TV,

You have people who have been without power since Monday, who are living in freezing cold apartments with children, and you’re wishing for snow?

The complete and utter inability of the media to share what’s important in this world anymore befuddles me.

Well, average America needs a responsible media, and guess what. You and I now have a job we were never intended to play.

Now last night I tweeted all of the mainstream media and of course didn’t hear a tweet back. I mean for all they know I’m just a random person with 134,000 Twitter followers.

Obviously, I can’t do anything about mainstream media, but I can do something about main street media. I can because I’m part of it.

So, let’s get busy.

Calling Out Main Street Media

1 – Tell People About the Tragedy And Ask for Their Support

So, what can you do about this? Tell people what is happening in Albany, Georgia. If mainstream media won’t, I’m calling out main street media.

But I will ask this if you share this blog post, please share one of the links to below first. It is more important to share about how to help than this post.

Use the hashtag #prayforalbany and hope that we can make it trend to get mainstream media to DO THEIR JOB!

2 – Donate money to help

People who care, share. We share the truth. We share things that matter. People matter.

Now, get out there and do something.

Is this the Only Tragedy We’re Not Hearing About?

And when you know the tragedy in your local area that is not reported, it is your responsibility to report on it and to tell people. You now have a new job in addition to all the other jobs you have.

#prayforalbany

The post How Mainstreet Media Steps Up When Mainstream Media Lets Us Down appeared first on Cool Cat Teacher Blog by Vicki Davis @coolcatteacher helping educators be excellent every day. Meow!

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patriciaanderson357-blog · 9 years ago

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How Mainstreet Media Steps Up When Mainstream Media Lets Us Down

What we can learn from the media's silence about the South Georgia Storm Disaster 2017

From the Cool Cat Teacher Blog by Vicki Davis

Follow @coolcatteacher on Twitter

I’ve embedded a film below, but it is from Facebook and some of you may not be able to see it.

Surely, if it were that bad, the news would have reported it, and the national news would have picked it up.

Nope. Mainstream media is too busy covering reality DC these days to talk about what truly matters.

Why Media Coverage Matters

I learned the depth of the tragedy from my church Facebook page when I got home from school at 4pm Tuesday. That was when we started collecting water to respond to the desperate and growing need.

If we don’t know, we don’t go. It is that simple.

The second day in Camilla, a big truck from Alabama full of bulldozers and heavy equipment pulled up and said,

“Where do you need us. We’re here to help, but we’re not here to charge.”

That is if we know they need help. I’ve never seen anyone show up for a disaster they didn’t know about first.

What I Saw When We Delivered Water in Albany

And I didn’t see one truck from the media. So, here’s our truck. My Mainstreet media friends and I are telling you what really is happening.

There are lots of trees down. But bigger than this, many people are without power. Many very impoverished homes have had refrigerators out since Monday and won’t have power for perhaps weeks.

Just because you don’t have a tree in your yard doesn’t mean the storm hasn’t upended your life.

Why Media Silence Hurts Good People When Tragedies Strike

Here’s the problem when the media ignores a tragedy:

If people don’t know, people don’t go.

If people don’t know, the money doesn’t show.

It people don’t know, it takes longer to get better.

Simply put, you want to help as many people as possible get back their life as soon as possible.

How the News Media Is Letting Us Down

The city of Albany is mobilizing and helping itself. But, even here I heard a local news reporter joking that she hoped for snow on Saturday. I yelled at the TV,

You have people who have been without power since Monday, who are living in freezing cold apartments with children, and you’re wishing for snow?

The complete and utter inability of the media to share what’s important in this world anymore befuddles me.

Well, average America needs a responsible media, and guess what. You and I now have a job we were never intended to play.

Now last night I tweeted all of the mainstream media and of course didn’t hear a tweet back. I mean for all they know I’m just a random person with 134,000 Twitter followers.

Obviously, I can’t do anything about mainstream media, but I can do something about main street media. I can because I’m part of it.

So, let’s get busy.

Calling Out Main Street Media

1 – Tell People About the Tragedy And Ask for Their Support

So, what can you do about this? Tell people what is happening in Albany, Georgia. If mainstream media won’t, I’m calling out main street media.

But I will ask this if you share this blog post, please share one of the links to below first. It is more important to share about how to help than this post.

Use the hashtag #prayforalbany and hope that we can make it trend to get mainstream media to DO THEIR JOB!

2 – Donate money to help

People who care, share. We share the truth. We share things that matter. People matter.

Now, get out there and do something.

Is this the Only Tragedy We’re Not Hearing About?

And when you know the tragedy in your local area that is not reported, it is your responsibility to report on it and to tell people. You now have a new job in addition to all the other jobs you have.

#prayforalbany

The post How Mainstreet Media Steps Up When Mainstream Media Lets Us Down appeared first on Cool Cat Teacher Blog by Vicki Davis @coolcatteacher helping educators be excellent every day. Meow!

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ralph31ortiz · 9 years ago

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How Mainstreet Media Steps Up When Mainstream Media Lets Us Down

What we can learn from the media's silence about the South Georgia Storm Disaster 2017

From the Cool Cat Teacher Blog by Vicki Davis

Follow @coolcatteacher on Twitter

I’ve embedded a film below, but it is from Facebook and some of you may not be able to see it.

Surely, if it were that bad, the news would have reported it, and the national news would have picked it up.

Nope. Mainstream media is too busy covering reality DC these days to talk about what truly matters.

Why Media Coverage Matters

I learned the depth of the tragedy from my church Facebook page when I got home from school at 4pm Tuesday. That was when we started collecting water to respond to the desperate and growing need.

If we don’t know, we don’t go. It is that simple.

The second day in Camilla, a big truck from Alabama full of bulldozers and heavy equipment pulled up and said,

“Where do you need us. We’re here to help, but we’re not here to charge.”

That is if we know they need help. I’ve never seen anyone show up for a disaster they didn’t know about first.

What I Saw When We Delivered Water in Albany

And I didn’t see one truck from the media. So, here’s our truck. My Mainstreet media friends and I are telling you what really is happening.

There are lots of trees down. But bigger than this, many people are without power. Many very impoverished homes have had refrigerators out since Monday and won’t have power for perhaps weeks.

Just because you don’t have a tree in your yard doesn’t mean the storm hasn’t upended your life.

Why Media Silence Hurts Good People When Tragedies Strike

Here’s the problem when the media ignores a tragedy:

If people don’t know, people don’t go.

If people don’t know, the money doesn’t show.

It people don’t know, it takes longer to get better.

Simply put, you want to help as many people as possible get back their life as soon as possible.

How the News Media Is Letting Us Down

The city of Albany is mobilizing and helping itself. But, even here I heard a local news reporter joking that she hoped for snow on Saturday. I yelled at the TV,

You have people who have been without power since Monday, who are living in freezing cold apartments with children, and you’re wishing for snow?

The complete and utter inability of the media to share what’s important in this world anymore befuddles me.

Well, average America needs a responsible media, and guess what. You and I now have a job we were never intended to play.

Now last night I tweeted all of the mainstream media and of course didn’t hear a tweet back. I mean for all they know I’m just a random person with 134,000 Twitter followers.

Obviously, I can’t do anything about mainstream media, but I can do something about main street media. I can because I’m part of it.

So, let’s get busy.

Calling Out Main Street Media

1 – Tell People About the Tragedy And Ask for Their Support

So, what can you do about this? Tell people what is happening in Albany, Georgia. If mainstream media won’t, I’m calling out main street media.

But I will ask this if you share this blog post, please share one of the links to below first. It is more important to share about how to help than this post.

Use the hashtag #prayforalbany and hope that we can make it trend to get mainstream media to DO THEIR JOB!

2 – Donate money to help

People who care, share. We share the truth. We share things that matter. People matter.

Now, get out there and do something.

Is this the Only Tragedy We’re Not Hearing About?

And when you know the tragedy in your local area that is not reported, it is your responsibility to report on it and to tell people. You now have a new job in addition to all the other jobs you have.

#prayforalbany

The post How Mainstreet Media Steps Up When Mainstream Media Lets Us Down appeared first on Cool Cat Teacher Blog by Vicki Davis @coolcatteacher helping educators be excellent every day. Meow!

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