#How to Choose No Code Platform

[drapcode]

There are different factors to consider before choosing the right no code low code platform for your app. We have listed all such factors, so take a look now!

[candygalaxyyy]

I didn’t know how much I needed XO Kitty until today! I was already anticipating it as an avid rom-com watcher and fan of To All the Boys (especially the first movie). Plus I’m always down for cross-cultural media, given that’s what i study. I just love this show so much, I’m about to rewatch it again after this post. The LGBTQIA+ representation in this show definitely holds a place in my heart. I know its not the most groundbreaking or revolutionary queer media and I’m sure there are critiques to be made, but I’m too happy about it rn to see it in a more critical lense.

I’m just glad that we are getting bi/pan female lead representation and more queer Asian representation in mainstream media. Like yuri being lesbian is everything to me, i love her and I love juiliana as well (I hope we get more of her in s2 cause yay to black queerness). Also, kitty’s story hits so close to home and its comforting to see it being portrayed on a mainstream platform. I just don’t know if I’m team minho or team yuri as of now. I love the tension between kitty and yuri and they have this really comforting vibe when they are around each other, its very cute and cozy. For minho and kitty, the banter and chemistry is so explosive, their jokes just bounce of of each other and its fun to see. AND BOTH STORYLINES ARE ENEMIES TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS CODED!!! Like how am I supposed to choose Netflix?? How??! I’m just glad she broke up with dae, it was the best for the both of them. Now season 2 needs to be about her exploring her sexuality, and i need it to be either minho or yuri, I can’t handle another love interest.

[phantomrose96]

I love tumblr. I love that tumblr is the best social media site of 2021.

Every other site has spent the last decade perfecting the art of targeted ads. I am a wallet of flesh and blood which must be stripped bare and profiled and picked apart for the maximally efficient way to squeeze profit from my presence. Every other site will fold and morph itself to a shape of my liking - like a fairy tale trickster stealing memories and taking their mold - to lull me into compliance and loosen my coin purse.

Facebook sees me searching fitness equipment and injects my timeline with athletic wear ads. Reddit profiles the subreddits I follow and eagerly promotes a new coding bootcamp or cloud service at every turn. Google overhears me lamenting over my moving to-do list on voice call and fills in my “how much to tip movers” query before I’ve gotten the third word typed out.

Tumblr never even tried.

They could have. The information is there. The basic infrastructure, presumably, exists. Tumblr can recommend me tags based on tags I follow, blogs based on blogs I follow, even posts that for one reason or another may strike my fancy. Tumblr could be - SHOULD be - funneling this framework into advertising, as the only means that free-to-use social media platforms can turn a profit in our capitalistic hellscape.

They just don’t.

Today I saw an ad for treating Hyperhidrosis - a condition, I think, in which a person sweats too much - and I saw it twice, four posts apart, and it is so incredibly benignly impersonally ineptly untargeted toward me compared to all other pinpoint-aimed advertising that I’m endeared to it. Tumblr knows NOTHING about me. 8 years, 51,000 likes, and tumblr has not learned a THING about me.

Advertisements for a mattress? Shitty mobile game ads that don’t make even the slightest pretense at being anything other than a candy crush rip-off? Choose-your-own adventure games either about Royal Espionage or Choosing The Wrong Dress For Your Date with ZERO in-between.

And then this. This here. The culmination, the crown-jewel of tumblr’s nihilistic non-compliance with the state of social media advertising. Any pretense of capitalistic exchange is abandoned at the gas station by the side of the road. This is not a company. This is not a product. This is not anything that fulfills the contract of consumer and seller. 

THIS. THIS IS WHAT TUMBLR HAS TO OFFER INSTEAD.

“Pour vinegar on your bread, fuck you.”

“Put it in the garbage, fuck you.”

“Your wife says you’re a fucking dumbass, fuck you.”

That’s it. That’s the advertisement. You vinegar-breadless cuck. You virgin extraordinaire bereft of bread and garbage can. I am fucking your wife right now in our vinegar-soaked motel bed. She puffs a cigarette which I pulled from the trashcan and we both laugh heartily at her recounts of your immasculine ineptitude. I don’t want your money. I don’t want anything from you. Fuck you. 

Amazing. Amazing. What a state of things to ring in 2021. What a great platform we all collectively choose to be on.

[bleubrri]

۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ ᴛᴇꜱᴛ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ. ᴄᴀʀ ꜱᴀʟᴇꜱᴍᴀɴ!ᴊᴇᴀɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

༄ؘ contains: afab!reader, fem&black coded, swearing, petnames (angel, pretty girl), absolutely flawless car knowledge that everyone should tell nia is spot on, fingering, cunnilingus, car sex, vaginal sex, unprotected-ish sex (reader’s on birth control but no condom), creampie, begging, reader and jean being needy and desperate, a little spit, cervix fucking, cockwarming, dumbification.

༄ؘ wc: 4.3k🫠

༄ؘ a/n: not proofread

jean’s still a rookie on his probation period, but he’s quickly become the star of the Paradis branch.

trained under levi, his charisma, confidence and stellar smile has cars getting swiped up by anyone and everyone. he enjoys it, it’s invigorating, being able to persuade people into making such a commitment. customers trust him and he never steers them wrong. the branch manager erwin has personally voiced his confidence in the apprentice, even hinting at a permanent position in the next quarter. newly weds, first time car owners, new parents–– not to be cocky or anything, but he’s never encountered someone he can’t make a sale to.

that is until you walk in.

tight denim skirt the size of a goddamn belt that draws attention to your plush thighs, fuzzy pastel crop top with matching lilac nails and chunky white platforms that elongate your legs. jean thinks the only thing you might be missing is a halo.

his pen hovers over the documents he’s signing as he stares at you making your way towards his desk. there’s an audible sound to his gulp that he internally cringes at and he blinks up at you as you shuffle on your feet. you smell sweet, like vanilla and candyfloss, and he finds himself unable to pay attention to anything except the plush of your glossed lips. would they taste just as sweet as you smell? would they be soft against his own, or dragging over his skin? he licks his lips and tries to swallow down the lust that he threatens to choke on— how the fuck is he supposed to focus long enough to sell you a car?

your mouth’s moving–– shit you’re talking to him––and he forces himself to meet your eyes and clears his throat.

“sorry–– what, uh, what was it you’re looking for?”

you smile, and he loves the way your cheeks round as your lips pull up. car models that he thinks would suit you run through his brain: the new mini resolute edition was cute, maybe the mercedes GLA-Class or a tesla if your budget allowed for it. he was prepared to offer you a few other suggestions if you were just browsing.

“a C8 chevy corvette.” you say without hesitation.

his brows shoot up in surprise, “a stingray?” a woman after his own heart.

“that’s the one.” you beam, flashing him your pearly teeth. he can almost feel them grazing his pulse and nibbling his earlobe and sinking into the sensitive meat of his thigh. with the heavy way you’re looking at him you’d think his wildly unprofessional thoughts were seeping out of his brain and diffusing into yours.

jean clears his throat again and gathers the papers on his desk, trying to shove them into a drawer while not tearing his eyes from you, “i can show you the models we carry if you’ll follow me?” he rises from his desk and swears your eyes flick over his tall figure.

“that’d be great, thank you.” you say, tucking a cute little curl behind your ear.

he gestures for you to follow him around the back of his office and leads you to the warehouse for the luxury cars. the gentle echo of your platforms on the polished floors bounces off of the high ceilings and exaggerates the awkward silence between you. it’s at least a few more minutes of walking before the chevrolet section, though at this rate it feels like it’s shaping up to be a two day hike’s worth of stiff tension.

jean finds himself wanting to ask you questions that’re entirely too intimate for a stranger he’ll probably have the pleasure of interacting with for an hour or so, and so fights the urge to ask your favourite flower or preferred restaurants, instead choosing to cling to his professionalism, “any thoughts on the style you’d like yet? or do you have a colour in mind––”

before he can even finish his sentence jean sees your eyes light up as you nod feverently.

“god, i’m so excited!” you gush, “y’know when a cars just sexy? I saw the racing version on the speedway and thought i’d check out the sports models— double wishbone suspension, torque at over five thousand resolutions per minute and zero to sixty in 2.9 seconds? i mean come the fuck on.” you’re grinning as you babble about the cars schematics in a level of detail that takes the salesman completely aback. you’re listing the pros and cons of the zo6 performance version when your smile falters and you glance at jean’s surprised expression.

“sorry,” you laugh wearily and crack your knuckles, “i probably sound like a know-it-all don’t i? you literally sell cars––”

“no, no.” jean cuts you off and reassures you, “it’s.. refreshing actually. usually people have no idea what they’re looking for. you really know your stuff.” he smiles as you approach the arch that marks the beginning of the chevrolet section. “you’re doing half my job for me.”

his compliments seem to put you more than at ease as you give him a honeyed smile, “well we can’t have that. gonna have to find a way to put you to work, pretty boy.” the wink that you flash him makes his teeth crack under the pressure that he grits them with. his dress shoes squeak against the marble floor as he falters in his step, but when you catch a glimpse of the first car–– an orange coloured convertible–– you don’t seem to notice as your excitement steals your attention away from him.

jean suddenly feels uncomfortably hot despite the heavily air-conditioned warehouse. you’ve strode ahead and are standing in front of the rows of brightly coloured sports cars, eyes flickering here and there, taking in every detail. and when you bend down to observe the royal blue coupe that has its hood popped for display, jean feels his dick twitch in his slacks at the flash of your lacy, violet panties. saliva pools in his mouth at the outline of your pussy straining against the fabric.

“what’cha think?”

“I–– what?” he asks, readjusting his tie and forcing his eyes to meet yours as you look over your shoulder. you have to know what you’re doing to him.

“gorgeous colour hm?” you ask, and he’s not entirely sure you’re talking about the car. he nods quickly, choosing to stay silent in fear of choking on his spit.

you chuckle and seem to take mercy on him, standing up and continuing down the line of cars. “it’s a little obnoxious though.”

“aren’t all sports cars inherently obnoxious?”

you laugh at the bluntness of his quip. “hey, you’re supposed to be trying to sell me one of these!” he’d probably sell you his soul to hear you laugh again. “still, maybe something a little more subtle. i think i’ll know it when i see it.”

the next 10 minutes are spent with you musing over the perfect colour for your dream car, and jean trying to ignore now good your ass looks in that skirt. you’ve gotten about two thirds of the way through the cars on offer when you do a double take and your eyes land on a carbon grey hardtop convertible nestled in the corner.

“oh, yeah.”

your eyes are almost glittering as you take in the vehicle, your fingers hovering over the hood as if you’re afraid you’ll break this 500 horsepower monster of a car. there’s something endearing about how unfiltered you are, how unbridled you show your clear passion for cars.

“i think we have a winner.” he says, and you nod, grinning silently. he opens the driver’s side door and gestures for you to get in, telling you he’ll be–– “right back with the keys and we can take it for a test drive.” before jogging back towards his office to log into the system which car is being taken out and fetching the keys from levi.

his superior’s brows raise as he retrieves the keys for jean, “this for the girl that came in?”

“yes sir.”

levi hums lowly, “play your cards right, kirstein, this is a big one. treat her nice.”

“uh, yes sir.” is all that jean is able to offer in response. he supposes he never thought about the fact that you’re set on purchasing a hundred thousand dollar car with no persuasion on his behalf.

the shorter man just rolls his eyes and shoves the keys into his apprentice’s hand, seating himself back at his desk. levi was clearly encouraging jean to finalise the sale, it would definitely be enough to secure himself as a permanent member of the sales team, but jean can’t help but hear his superior’s words echo in his mind as he wanders back to you.

treat her nice.

god, he’d treat you more than nice if you’d let him.

as he ducks into the corner where the car is, he’s met with the sight of you fumbling around your seat, bottom lip jutted out in frustration and a frown ghosting across your pretty features.

“everything okay?” he asks.

apparently you’d only just registered his reappearance, “oh! yeah just.. tryna figure out how to adjust the seat so i can actually drive this thing.” you huff.

jean chuckles, and before he can really think about it he’s ducking his head into the car and hovering over you, reaching his hand to the button down the side and shifting your seat back a few inches. your intoxicating scent invades his senses again and he’s so close that he can feel the warmth from your breath fan over his lips when he turns his head to face you.

“better?” he asks, his mouth a whisper away from your own. your eyes don’t leave his lips when you nod and reply, “better.” not that he would notice given that his own line of vision is also fixated on yours. it takes everything in him not to indulge in a kiss, pulling away to shut your door and walk around to the passenger side.

he tries to sharpen his words enough to cut through the thick tension, his brain on autopilot as he describes the interior of the car and it’s technology in his best salesman voice. he rounds off his speech by going over the hotspot and bluetooth features.

“so, yeah, feel free to play something while you drive. i want you to be as comfortable as possible.” that last part probably wasn’t needed, but he couldn’t help himself.

there’s a slight smirk on your lips as your fingers tap across your phone screen to open spotify. you select a playlist and jean finds himself laughing at your choice for the first song. shut up and drive bursts through the speakers and you’re grinning as you hold out your hands for the keys. jean rolls his eyes at you playfully and lets his hand linger in yours for a second too long, revelling at how small they look in his own.

you twist the keys in the ignition and the car roars to life. you glance over at him, unable to contain the grin on your face, and he directs you out of the warehouse and to the main gates. the chorus of the song begins to pick up as you cross the threshold out of the branch, revving the engine and laughing giddily.

“what happened to not being obnoxious?” jean asks, raising an eyebrow.

“sue me.” you say, manoeuvring the car past the gates. “let’s have some fun.”

the branch is in a pretty remote location, just off of a large motorway that’s often pretty sparse. it doesn’t take long before you’re merging onto the main road and letting your foot fall heavier onto the accelerator. there’s a crescendo to the hum of the engine as the needle of the dial shoots to the right, the digital indicator of your speed on the screen blinking with numbers as you rapidly approach the speed limit. it’s mid afternoon and the roads are pretty clear, so jean sits back and watches you enjoy the perks of what he’s sure is soon to be your car.

after the adrenaline rush of zipping down the road at an impressive speed begins to wear off, you exit the motorway and begin weaving through the backroads, getting a real feel of what the cars like to drive at more normal speeds.

you tap the screen on the console to open the sunroof and the breeze immediately has your hair wafting around you. jean is lost in trying to pinpoint exactly what scents your hair products have to contain (coconut? and…maybe bergamot?) when he realises that you’re about to pass the parking lot of the nearby shipping company.

“hey why don’t you pull in here?” he gestures to the sign, “it’s closed on sundays but you could still try parking up, just to get a feel for it?”

you nod in agreement and turn the wheel, entering the vastly empty carpark. a new song begins to play just as your backing into a space, often by the weeknd in bold lettering across the console screen. he quickly decides to make conversation as you turn off the car.

“so, thoughts?” he asks, patting the dashboard.

“it’s perfect.” you say, and jean tries to focus on your words instead of the explicit nature of the song playing around you.

“i really appreciate your help, jean.” you say, bringing your hand over to rest on his fucking thigh and squeezing. his eyes flick to yours and he stutters out how he–– “barely did anything to help.” licking his lips.

a breathy, amused little hum escapes you and you catch your bottom lip between your teeth. your hand is still resting on his thigh as you lean onto him, whispering,

“still, i’d love to show you how grateful i am.” as your hand creeps higher up his thigh. he groans as you palm at his clothed cock, and his breath hitches when your lithe fingers stroke over his concealed tip. his blunt nails are digging into the leather of the seat and he’s going to ruin your goddamn car if he doesn’t get his hands on you.

he grabs your wrist and for a split second your heart drops and you think you’ve gravely misread the signals. you’re about to start apologising profusely when he brings your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles.

“please,” his lips trail over your palm, “god, please let me touch you.” he asks, pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist.

and that’s all it takes for the tension to snap.

your lips crash into his and your hands find their way into the hair at the nape of his neck. you’re not close enough for jean’s liking, and even with his brain foggy with desire he seems to communicate his needs semi-effectively, his long arms circling around your waist until his palms rest on the back of your thighs, coaxing you to clumsily climb over the centre console and onto his lap. he groans into your mouth when you catch his bottom lip between your teeth and roll your hips to grind down onto the growing tent in his pants. he doesn’t care about hiding his eagerness as he chases your mouth when you pull away, making a laugh bubble in your chest. he settles for latching onto your neck, determined to suck a mark deep enough to match the purple of your panties.

“you don’t wanna–– mmph–– move to the back?” you manage as he sinks his canines into a particularly sensitive spot along the column of your throat.

“in a minute..” he mumbles against your skin, preoccupied with getting his first taste of you. he wants to savour it, but you’re offering yourself up to him on a silver fucking platter and he’ll be damned if he isn’t going to indulge to his hearts content. he lets himself be greedy, sliding a hand under your shirt to graze your nipple through your bra with the pad of his thumb until it perks under his touch. his other hand wanders beneath your skirt, pushing the denim up to your hips. intense brown eyes meet yours as jean discovers that you’ve practically soaked through the fabric of your panties. his touch is gentle, exploratory over your covered folds as he applies just enough pressure to your clit to provide some relief.

“you clearly enjoyed all that teasing you were doing hm?” he mutters, watching your eyes fall shut as you grind against his fingers. he supposes he wasn’t really expecting an answer, choosing to focus on pulling more infatuating little noises from you. the fruits of his labour are music to his ears when he pushes your panties aside and dips a long finger into your dripping cunt and you sing for him. he runs the pad of his finger along your satin walls and brushes against that sensitive spot inside you, making your head fall onto his shoulder as you shiver in pleasure. he presses his lips to your temple as he slides in a second appendage, the tightness of your cunt making him release a broken moan.

“d’you know how perfect you are?” he asks, rhythmically thrusting his digits in and out of your sweltering core. his large palm cups your entire pussy and you mindlessly grind against the heel of it, feeling the telltale coil in your stomach tightening.

“you’re like a fucking angel.” he breaths, curling his fingers to bring you closer to your high. whimpers float into his ears and his brain feels like it’s been steeped in liquid oxy. you manage to lift your head from the crook of his neck to seek out the heat of his mouth. jean runs his tongue along your bottom lip and your mouth parts for him, to which he responds with immediately sucking on your tongue. he drinks down your moans that taste like heaven, delights in your mewls that are doused in ecstasy. 

he could cum like this. your thighs caging in his hips, knuckle deep in your cunt and dizzy with arousal. the strain in his pants is becoming harder to ignore, but jean would rather be struck down from the divine powers above than miss the opportunity to make you cum right now. it doesn’t take much longer either, a few more calculated pumps of his fingers and sinful whispers in your ear and you blossom for him, pussy clenching round his digits as he works you through your orgasm. your chest’s still heaving when he retracts his hand and brings it to his lips, gossamer strands of your slick melting like honey on his tongue. it’s such an erotic sight— his hair a little mussed and eyes scrunched closed in bliss as he moans around his fingers at the taste of you.

you already feel fucked out, but you’re eager to feel more of him. jean seems to be on the same page as he delves back in for a bruising kiss. you can taste your essence mixing with the sweet taste of his mouth. he pants against your lips, resting his forehead on yours.

“please let me fuck you. let me–– fuck–– i wanna be inside you. wanna feel your sweet little pussy.” his voice is hoarse and laced with desperation and it has you clenching around nothing in anticipation.

you’re nodding eagerly, slurring out “backseat.” against his lips. he fumbles for the door handle as you slide off of his lap and climb across the console and through the middle of the front seats.

in an instant your back meets the plush leather and jean’s tall frame is crawling on top of you. the back door slams shut as your lips reconnect, but it’s a brief reunion as he positions himself between your thighs. you whine in protest, trying to cup his jaw and bring him back to you, but he peppers a sloppy trail of kisses along your inner thigh, whispering, “just a taste, angel.” as he watches in awe as a string of your arousal tethers you to the fabric as he slides your panties past your ankles. his eyes roll back when his tongue slides past your entrance, the heady scent of your arousal and perfect friction from your landing strip making pre leak from his tip uncontrollably.

oh yeah he could definitely cum like this. in fact, his balls are starting to tighten as he licks you clean. you’re writhing underneath him and he has to keep his palms firmly on your hips to keep you from bucking them.

“jean, please.” you whimper, and it’s so full of adoration that he can’t possible deny you any longer. his tie is already hanging loosely, only needing a slight tug from your nimble fingers to fall to the floor. you’re undoing the buttons of his shirt to expose his toned abdomen while he fiddles to undo the buckle of his belt and shove his slacks down to his knees. he shoves his boxers down while you pull your top over your head and your mouth goes dry at the sight of him, mushroom coloured tip with a slit that glistens with pre and full, heavy balls that are just waiting to be sucked on. not to mention he’s fucking hung.

still, you don’t waste any time, wrapping your legs round his waist and gliding your slick folds along his length.

“shit–– are you ready?” he asks and you don’t hesitate to answer, “god, yes.” running your hands up his chest and grazing over his nipples, making him shudder.

he’s slow to sheathe himself inside you, every inch of him puncturing your rings of muscle with a delicious stretch that has you mewling. your thighs are trembling once his hips are flush with yours and you lock you ankles around his waist, your heels digging into his lower back. he gives a few experimental rolls of his hips and circles your clit with the pad of his thumb to try and put you at ease. you melt underneath him and your moans synchronise behind the tinted glass as he begins to move.

he sets a pace that has you clenching and groaning, digging your manicured nails into the thin fabric of his shirt. “there you go, there you go that’s it.” he says, pleased that he was able to relax you. your hips lift off of the seat to try and meet his thrusts, the wet sound of skin slapping against skin harmonising with your playlist that continues to play in the background.

you’re so lost in pleasure that the leather beneath you starts to feel like clouds. jean seems to sense it, lowering his head to kiss along your cheeks. “you gonna let me do the work pretty girl? let me make you cum.” he breaths. you’re convinced that if your head lolled to the side you’d start drooling, so you have no qualms in letting him take the reigns.

gently, he untangle your ankles from behind him and throws them over his shoulders. his palms are warm as they splay across the backs of you thighs, and you almost scream his name when he continues to move, the new angle allowing his fevered tip to brush against your cervix with each thrust. the delicate curve of his shaft makes it feel like he’s in your fucking throat and tears threaten to spill over your lashline.

you watch with glassy eyes as jean cranes his neck and somehow manages to spit directly on your clit, pulling back the hood and smearing it until the puffy little bundle of nerves glistens with his saliva. with the work of his expert fingers and sinfully deep thrusts of his sharp hips, you’re coming undone. your cunt clamps down on him and he very nearly crashes over the edge with you.

“shit, shit––” he swears, beginning to pull out of your dripping sex. it startles him to feel your ankles in an iron lock around his waist once more.

“pill. pill.” you’re mumbling. “‘m on the pill, it’s fine. please jus’–– inside, inside jean, please.” he doesn’t even get a second to appreciate your adorable babbling before his eyes are rolling back and his dick twitches in red hot pleasure, releasing hot ropes of his seed into the depths of your cunt. he surprises himself with how much he cums, painting your walls in a thick white and letting a strained groan slip out of his mouth at the sight of it dribbling from your hole onto the dark leather. the scent of sex, the black ice air freshener dangling from the mirror and your lingering sweetness fills the car and jean doesn’t think he’s ever experienced something so mouthwatering.

he’s not quite ready to leave the comforting heat of your core just yet, cautiously resting his weight on top of you. you seem to like it, wrapping your arms around him and placing a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. it’s so tender, so intimate, that jean finds his face heating up, as if he’s not got his softening dick inside of you. you’re nuzzling into his neck and mumbling something that he can’t make out.

“what’s that, angel?” he asks, determined to make the highly appropriate nickname stick.

“said i’m not gonna be able to drive this car without thinking about you now.”

maybe it’s the post orgasmic bliss that has his mouth moving before he can think. “i can fuck you somewhere else if that’d help?”

you laugh, a wholesome, hearty laugh that pulls at his heartstrings and makes him smile.

“i’m serious!” he grins, kissing along your jawline. “we’ve gotta go back and get your paperwork sorted anyway..” he’s only half serious, expecting you to giggle and brush him off, so his heart stutters when you answer.

“okay.” you say, brushing the hair sticking to his forehead back.

“wait really?”

“definitely.” you smile, leaning in to peck at his lips. “one condition though.” you mumble against him.

“anything.” he whispers and god does he mean it.

“you let me take a few more laps first.”

he chuckles and rolls his eyes exaggeratedly, returning to the sweetness of your mouth. “sold.”

reblogs are appreciated!!<3

[izicodes]

The FreeCodeCamp Study Challenge!

I literally just completed this challenge and I thought why not share the challenge on here for other people to take part in if they wanted to!

FreeCodeCamp is an open-source platform that offers various coding courses and certifications for web developers. The goal of this challenge is to choose one of the available courses on the FreeCodeCamp platform, complete the course, and earn the certificate at the end.

The challenge is self-paced, so the duration is entirely up to you. The challenge is there to motivate people into coding and/or continue their coding studies! Especially people in the Codeblr community!

FreeCodeCamp [LINK] offers the following courses:

(NEW) Responsive Web Design Certification (I've done this one)

JavaScript Algorithms and Data Structures Certification (I am going to do this one next)

Front End Libraries Certification

Data Visualization Certification

APIs and Microservices Certification

Quality Assurance Certification

Scientific Computing with Python Certification

Data Analysis with Python Certification

Information Security Certification

Machine Learning with Python Certification

Each course is broken down into multiple sections, and completing all the sections in a course will earn you a certification for that course.

To start the FreeCodeCamp Challenge, follow the steps below:

Choose a course on the FreeCodeCamp platform that you would like to complete.

Complete the course and earn the certificate.

Post about your progress every day that you study using the #freecodecampchallenge hashtag. You can post about what you have done towards the challenge, what you have learned, and any challenges you faced and how you overcame them.

The FreeCodeCamp Challenge is an excellent opportunity to improve your coding skills and earn a valuable certification!!!! Even add that to your resume/CV! I completed this challenge and you can see me posting about it - LINK.

Remember to post about your progress using the #freecodecampchallenge hashtag to track your progress and connect with other participants AND you don't have to study straight days, meaning you can take days off whenever you feel like it!

Good luck!

[httpsobi]

Heyo! Can I request how the YJ team would react/work with a more antihero type person on the team?

TEAM, MEET... NOT... AN HERO?

WARNINGS/TAGS + sfw, gender neutral o/c or reader insert, vague descriptions of violence, blood and injuries from fights.

A/N + nothinnngg, enjoy!

★ its difficult to imagine a antihero being on the team, especially during season 1

★ she/he/they don't have that same morality code that most members of the team and league have ♥︎ which is a huge source of disagreements and why she/he/they don't join the team ♥︎ though she/he/they don't aim to kill, she/he/they have no qualms ending a villain's life and that's where the separation lies ♥︎ so, they refused to join the team

★ however, she/he/they choose to remain in contact with most of the team and a couple leaguers ♥︎ that being said, she/he/they find the team coming to them for assistance a LOT ♥︎ almost too much ♥︎ maybe its her/his/their confidence, her/his/their skills, or maybe just her/his/their shitty one-liners, but it seems to keep members of the team coming back to her/him/them

★ i see her/him/them having a very similar upbringing to jason todd's robin ♥︎ growing up with a deadbeat parent, having to turn to the streets and crime and therefore forming a cynical view of governments and the justice system ♥︎ or in other words: an gothamite

★ is much more for protecting the common people and the suffering poor, which results in her/him/them declining many invites from the team on missions to protect world leaders or the rich ♥︎ takes HEAVY persuasion to convince her/him/them to go, usually robin or aqualad can pull it off

★ leather jacket/ripped jeans/chunky boots and bloody fists ♥︎ definitely covered in scars from street fights and battles ♥︎ literally doesn't have a uniform, fights in her/his/their leather jacket and ripped jeans ♥︎ their way of hiding her/his/their identity is with her/his/their motorcycle helmet/a mask

★ for some reason, the teens love her/him/them 

★ she/he/they are snappy, rude, cold and bitchy ♥︎ but somehow the team finds themselves enjoying training with her/him/them ♥︎ its probably cause she/he/they know how to read people well, know when someone needs a break or go home

★ very parental but in a rough around the edges way ♥︎ the type to forcibly shove hot honey lemon tea and medicine into a sick team member's hand ♥︎ to 'begrudgingly' help a young member with their homework or assignment ♥︎ spend extra time practising a hard combo or move ♥︎ letting the people from the team show up to her/him/their place uninvited at the most random times of night ♥︎ take an extra hit or two during battles for teammates

★ got awarded a shitty "parent of the year" mug by bart, jaime, tim and cass one time so now its a running joke amongst everyone that she/he/they are the honorary parent of the team ♥︎ still uses it all the time  ♥︎ continues to receive parent themed gifts from younger team members

★ gets asked by nightwing to come help with training ♥︎ she/he/they are usually seen as cold and rough, but the team finds themselves enjoying training with her/him/them ♥︎ knows how to read people, when someone needs a break or isn't feeling well, how someone learns better or what makes better sense for them

★ the most violent fighting style yet ♥︎ most of the time team members have to look away when she/he/they watch her/him/them fight because its messy ♥︎ there’s a lot of blood, broken bones and dislocated joints ♥︎ not on her/his/their end though, she's/he's/ they’re 9 times out of 10 perfectly fine

★ younger members of the team are always left in shock, but she/he/they get used to it eventually

all work n' writing is work of @httpsobi. i ask you please do not copy, rewrite, translate or post on other platforms without my consent.

[cyle]

Yo what's identities

tl;dr: it's my internal codename for a very ambitious project to fix all of the issues with primary and secondary blogs on tumblr. the project is not actually in flight right now, it's been on the shelf for years.

gs;wm:

as you probably know, and lots of tumblr users know, primary and secondary blogs are pretty confusing. you can only like/reply as your primary, you can only make a secondary/sideblog private or have more than one member, but you can reblog and post and send messages as your secondaries, etc etc. the logic table of what you can do per blog on your account is weird, to say the least. we get feedback about this all the time.

this is a holdover from how secondary blogs were originally built: they were just tacked on to the existing user model, via your primary blog, at a time when tumblr was growing super fast. behind the scenes, your secondary blogs are the same data model as your primary blog, but the actual relationship they hold is with your primary blog, not with your account. so it's like your secondary blogs are "children" of your primary blog, rather than being siblings, as one would probably build it today if we could do it all over.

and there's a lot, lot, lot of code and plumbing that relies on this assumption, so it's not as simple as just fixing that problem and magically having the ability to like/reply/follow/etc as a sideblog. this stuff is very very old, from the time when tumblr was a blogging network first and not a social network, so it made sense then. it doesn't make sense today, from a product point of view, if you consider tumblr a social network first.

the most basic "fix" for this could be a simple account switcher, like other platforms have, but this wouldn't solve the problem for existing users who have tons of sideblogs they may want to "swap" their primary for, or reply/like as, or whatever. you'd have to make a whole new account, and/or we'd have to do some magic on our end to detach all of your sideblogs and make them into separate accounts for you, which would be pretty jarring.

personally i think that account switcher option is pretty lame: we can do better.

instead of an account switcher, i think it'd be much more interesting to be able to "act as" any of your blogs within the same interface, kind of like how fast reblogging lets you quickly choose which blog you're reblogging to. messaging lets you pick which blog you're sending as when you start a new conversation. why not have the same option when long-pressing on the like button? or the follow button? or the block button? there's some discoverability to figure out here for sure, but it's surmountable.

and this leads to some other interesting potential changes to how someone could use tumblr via multiple proper blogs, like having a different dashboard per blog. different set of likes per blog. a more straightforward way to break apart how you curate your experience on tumblr. easy to just throw away your old blog when you wanna restart, without having to make a whole new account. hence, you'd be able to have "identities", rather than a primary blog and sideblogs.

sounds neat, right? i think so. but it's a fair amount of work to get this done. a lot of untangling has to happen. it's totally doable, it's just tedious. some of the pieces are already in place on the backend, we just haven't picked up the rest of the work. it's hard to prioritize this because, while it sounds neat, the number of people who would actually use it is probably pretty small -- but we'd never know until we try.

anyway, that's identities on tumblr. ✨

[learnfromkarl]

Hey guys, it's Karl and today I am excited to share with you a Fiverr service that is perfect for those who are looking to create their very own Android app. This service is not only affordable, but it's also reliable, fast and of high quality. I am talking about the "I will create you an app using Kodular or Mit App Inventor" service.

The Android app market is growing at an astonishing rate, with over 2.5 billion active Android devices in the world. This means that the demand for Android apps is higher than ever before. However, creating an Android app can be a daunting task, especially if you have no experience in coding. That's where this Fiverr service comes in.

The service offers to create any type of Android application for you using Kodular or Mit App Inventor. If you're not familiar with these platforms, they are both drag-and-drop app builders that require no coding skills. This makes them perfect for beginners who want to create a professional-looking app without having to spend months learning how to code.

But why choose this particular service? Well, for starters, the seller has over a year of experience in this domain. This means that they know exactly what they're doing and can create a high-quality app for you in no time. In addition, they offer fast delivery times, low prices, and good quality apps. What more could you ask for?

The seller's services include app development, splash screen, language translation, sensors, custom extensions, app design, multiple screens, app logo, Aia file, Apk file, ads, and much more. So, whatever you need for your app, they have got you covered.

Before placing an order, the seller advises you to contact them first. This is a good idea because it allows you to discuss your requirements and get a better idea of what you can expect from the service. It also ensures that the seller can deliver exactly what you want, without any misunderstandings.

In conclusion, if you're looking to create an Android app but don't know where to start, then the "I will create you an app using Kodular or Mit App Inventor" service on Fiverr is definitely worth checking out. With its affordable price, fast delivery times, and high-quality apps, you can't go wrong. So why not give it a try and see what kind of app you can create?

{LINK}

[21u004]

one misconception about sakusa is that he likes books. adores reading them. hoards books and finishes them in a day or two, annotations all clean and bookmarks color-coded properly.

that could be true, him having neat shelves of books full of his unsaid thoughts, but it isn’t because he doesn’t like reading books in the first place.

sakusa’s always been very cautious, so it takes so much more than a heart to convince him to do something new.

(with the exception of playing volleyball. komori remembers how much easier it was to get a “sure” from kiyoomi than he thought it would be, even thinking he’d got the wrong sakusa kiyoomi. not that he was complaining though. if there was anything he least regretted doing in his life, it would be inviting kiyoomi to play.

(until they face off against one another and komori realizes the monster he dragged into the court.)

yet here he is, standing outside a bookstore you frequent, right after he finished training for the day. his body throbbing and desperate to go home, but he sits through it (because of you, and for you).

sakusa hesitates to come in, only realizing now how much harder buying you new books is going to be.

he takes out his phone, reads your past messages about passages you couldn’t get enough of.

picking out a new book becomes more difficult when he spends 30 minutes looking through his phone about anything book-related you’ve shown him. not only does he need to choose books you were going to like, he had to choose ones that you haven’t read before.

kiyoomi originally planned for three books, but after an hour of checking the entire store, he only has one in his hand, and he could only hope that you were going to get incredibly invested in it that once you’ve finished it, he’ll see his phone full of your name, telling him about every single thought that passed through your mind while you read it even if you knew he wasn’t into books.

“excuse me, is there something you need help with?” an employee asks him, hands clasped together in cold sweat. “you’ve, uh, been spacing out there for quite a while now.”

kiyoomi sighs in defeat. he wanted to do this all by himself and prove to komori and atsumu that he can do it by himself, but he nods and says a low “yes” to the one standing in front of him. his pride doubts he’ll get anything from this, but he also hopes that he does.

“i need a book. three if you can,” he starts and opens his notes app. “anything in these genres and that isn’t in this list,” he hesitates to hand his phone over to the employee, but eventually lets them scroll through it. “please.”

kiyoomi pinches the bridge of his nose and taps his foot on the floor restlessly while the other just reads in awe while looking through the list.

only then does his mind register that he shouldn’t have gone to a bookstore that you visited the most. the thought never crossed his mind until now, because all he thought of was that this was your favorite place to go.

(his heart cracks a bit at the realization; he hopes that his place was your favorite after it in the least.)

he bitterly dwells in the thought of his stupidity and how he didn’t prepare for this enough, silently scolding himself until he gets pulled out of his thoughts when the staff hand him back his phone.

“i think i know a few books you might like,” they smile lightly. “please wait here for a bit.”

(he wants to tell them it isn’t for him, but stops himself from doing so.)

they bow to him then disappear into another aisle, and once he hears that there’s still hope for him, kiyoomi lets out the sigh of relief he’s been holding for too long.

he runs his hand through his hair and notices two girls admiring him from a few meters away, and he nods his head politely before he puts his attention back to his phone.

tomorrow, he was sure he was going to wake up with a phone full of komori and the rest of msby’s texts from kiyoomi trending on multiple social media platforms, saying how he’s the ideal partner all from seeing him in a bookstore.

(again. for like, the tenth time. maybe more.)

(maybe they have a point—they do have a point. he denies it anyway.)

(he remembers you once agreeing with them, and he figures that maybe it wasn’t so bad.)

kiyoomi gets a headache just imagining how much posts he was going to be tagged in, asking for book recommendations, complimenting his choice of books he’s been seen with that he doesn’t even read, or even making posts about his favorite books that he’s never even read at least a single sentence of once in his life.

then kiyoomi thinks of you, and then questions why he hasn’t been reading anything at all. it wouldn’t hurt to try starting a book. plus, seeing loads of people, and most especially you, like the books his fans claim to be his favorites, he feels even more stupid why he doesn’t read them if they were so great.

maybe by then he wouldn’t be a silent, nervous wreck who guiltily has little to nothing to say when you tell him about what you found so devastating or exciting in the book you read. maybe by then he’ll be able to talk to you more, he’ll get to relate to you and you to him.

maybe by then he’ll find an excuse when you ask him why he’s been staring at you (so lovingly) for so long so that he won’t have to deal with your teasing too that makes him like you even more.

(he doesn’t know if he likes the thought of making whatever he feels more intense, but then he sees his tired reflection, droopy eyes and heavy, sore muscles on the glass door with the endless piles of books surrounding him, and he makes up his mind.)

the staff comes back with more books than he thought there’d be, and kiyoomi doesn’t hesitate to buy five of them instead of three.

on the way home, he thinks about how the team won’t let him live for weeks without poking fun at him for doing things he once wasn’t interested in because of you. how komori won’t stop reminding him how much of a not-so-straightforward fool he changes into because of you. how he won’t hear the end of his fans praising him for “his” taste in books and being the ideal partner because of you.

kiyoomi isn’t into reading books, getting teased by his friends, and hearing false claims, but he’ll sit through it all if it means making something that could be true into something that is true, like finally getting to hold your hand when you’re with him instead of watching it swing so lonely when his fingers are aching to intertwine with yours.

[solfirafira]

Make Your Life Easier

and take some time this weekend and follow these steps to make sure you don’t need to do more work than needed with the IFTTT tool :>

Summary: Post teaches you 1. How to automatically make a video embed post on tumblr everytime you go live on twitch, and 2. How to keep your discord community updated on your tumblr activities so that they’re not missing out!

FIRST

if you’ve never used IFTTT before, here’s a quick refresher!

IFTTT stands for If This, Then That. Basically, it’s a no-code way of telling platforms what to do and how to do it so that tasks are accomplished without you ever having to think about it.

There are two sections to this:

Naturally, If This runs first. Then That runs next.

Both of these sections can be any platform action that IFTTT supports. In our case, we want Twitch, Tumblr, and Discord to be supported. Thankfully, it does!

Ingredients are a core aspect of IFTTT and they represent the various elements of the specified platform. If you click “Add Ingredient” you can see the range of options to choose from and customize. In regards to Twitch, this would be things like when the stream started, what game’s being played, the channel name, etc. All these things are considered Ingredients which are used in your “recipe” to create the final result.

Let’s put this into practice and start with our first example:

Twitch to Tumblr

Here’s the command I’ve created:

I’ve set this up so that everytime I go live on twitch, I want it to make a Go Live post on tumblr without me ever having to log into tumblr and make a post mid-stream.

I’ve also set mine to wait 1hr30 before posting because I like to chat with my viewers for a bit, y’know catch up with them etc. before jumping straight into the game but that’s just me.

The twitch section is self-explanatory. You just connect your twitch account if you haven’t already. There are other scenarios here so feel free to experiment!

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As for the tumblr section..

As you can see, HTML is accepted in the caption section so if you wanna jazz it up even more, feel free! For me, I didn’t like that ChannelUrl would post an ifttt link so I forced it to include a direct link to my twitch channel instead.

That’s about it for that applet. Just make sure the little slider shows as Connected and you’re good to go!

NEXT..

Tumblr to Discord

Method 1

The link: https://help.tumblr.com/hc/en-us/articles/4421081082775-Discord-Webhooks

Method 2

So what I’ve done here is a basic command where I’ve specified it to only post in a specific discord channel when I textpost on tumblr with a specific tag in order to avoid spamming it with countless reblogs. Basically have it act as a second twitter so my community can keep up with the essentials!

This is how I’ve set up the tumblr section, note the specific tag included:

And then here’s how I set up the discord section. I will say it was tempting to include other things like PostTitle and PostTags so do note those options and more are available to you (by clicking Add Ingredient), but for my purposes I felt less was more in this circumstance:

This is what my #tumblr discord channel looks like:

And you’re done! Just like the previous applet, make sure the little slider shows as Connected and you’re good to go!

[drapcode]

Why do you want to use no code?

If you are wondering how to choose a no code tool,first figure out why you want to use no code?

For its speed? Cost effectiveness? You want to do it yourself? You want your business users to get involved?

See, why you want to use a particular technology matters. If you want to use no-code for its speed then you may look for a platform that has maximum ready to use templates or If you are looking for its cost effectiveness then you may look for least pricey with max must have features. If you want to do it yourself then you may go for a platform with a better support plan. When you are representing an organization then you may look for a robust platform governance system?

[lacunafiction]

Progress Update: January 23 2023

TFS: Book One Masterpost  | TFS Patreon  🌲

Hi Everyone!

I hope you’re having a lovely week! 💚

Well, I learned something that I kind of already knew about myself. If I say: ‘I’ll think about it’, then I really think about anything other than ‘it’ and procrastinate until someone asks me the same question again. (Yes, it’s an utter joy deciding what to eat for dinner with me. /s 😌) It has been 15 18 (I meant to post this earlier) days since Book One’s release, and it sometimes still feels like the first day of release…

…But, I’m also seeing more comments/reactions from people finishing up their first playthrough or even a third/fourth, which helps to cast off that feeling and makes me eager to delve back into where I left off with Book Two. I’ve also been playing Book One—a few select pathways to ensure that foreshadowing or links I have outlined for future chapters neatly dovetail. There will be plenty of a-ha moments within the series because I love giving little details big meanings!

Re-playing Book One has also helped me further isolate those variables I mentioned in the last update that should be called on in Book Two and beyond. I’ve also been studying the random test readouts and color-coding them to make sure I’m not letting any slip through the cracks. All of this legwork is important when building the recaps and the level of character customization at the start of Book Two. I know not everyone is going to want to pick with exacting detail what flower the MC’s grandfather gifted them for school graduations/events, but some of you might want to since many of you have experienced how it does come up again. 💐 The levels will let readers who don’t choose to import set their own degree of detail; some might want to get right into Book Two’s story, while others will want to mold their MCs.

(I recommend eventually importing saves, but that’s in the future since Hosted Games enables this feature closer to the next book’s release!)

It’s more than 80 distinct story variables that can be filled in multiple ways (e.g. the flower is a single variable, but it has 6 different potential fills for it from a daisy to a forget-me-not) without counting the obvious gender-setting, height, aesthetics, personality stats, etc. It’s a lot! But, I’m proud and happy to account for them all so you get a meaningful experience while in Fernweh. 

Some variables will naturally be called on more than others, but I wanted them all coded-in and largely accounted for in the recaps to not tie my hands while I’m writing. (*hint*: that one choice in Chapter 6 that earned a lot of reactions will come up very early in Book Two. 👀) I can always go back and adjust later. I’ve been re-familiarizing myself with all of this^ to get back into things.

Thank you all for your support and kind comments/asks! 💚 If you’re enjoying Fernweh, please consider leaving a review/rating on the platform you downloaded from; they do make a difference, and I appreciate each one. 🥰

[familyabolisher]

have you ever talked about the 'spoiler' in fiction and your thoughts about it? i remember you wrote something in connection to nabokov's 'you can only reread a novel' but I fear i may be mistaken (if so, please ignore. have a great day!)

I know the post you mean but I can't find it :( Tumblr's search function stays winning, I guess. To do a brief rundown on my position on 'spoilers' and specifically their relationship to critical work:

I don't have an especially strong position on like, avoiding vs not avoiding spoilers and how conscientious we should be about it in the sorts of environments where avoidance is possible. I try to tag for spoilers when I think it's appropriate; I'm personally not that bothered by spoilers, but like, I'm not mad at people who are. Whilst I think that knowing the 'twists' in a narrative ahead of time can be a fun way of noticing how they're set up (I love to google the plots of things I'm reading/watching so I can pay more attention to narrative construction and less to actually following the plot lmfao), I don't think you can just dismiss out of pocket the value of the emotional reaction that first meeting with a 'twist' can bring + how a reliance on that response can sometimes carry a narrative in ways that aren't necessarily weak or floundering. Some genres rely more on a lack of 'spoilers' than others; a narrative which relies heavily on hermeneutic codes, such as the murder mystery narrative, locates success in a particular balance of concealing and revealing information to the end of audience satisfaction that 'spoilers' can tamper with, sometimes unfairly. That said, when I'm writing critical essays on an external platform (ie. like, writing a Substack essay rather than doing a longform post on here) where a reader's access to it is wholly at their own discretion, I'm not going to be playing the 'writing about this work without giving away a spoiler' game, and I think doing so (even in reviews…..tbh……) is critically lazy; or, more charitably, at least inefficient.

What I mean to express is my frustration with how this excoriation of the "spoiler" (and specifically the placing of an onus on the audience to not "spoil" a work for others) places severe limitations on the scope and capability of the pop critical sphere. A lot of pieces on popular culture will try to posit a critical reading of a work without delving into "spoiler" territory; as such, they'll severely limit the terrain they can actually work on. (A Substack essay I wrote on Severance a while back responded to a Severance piece that suffered from this issue; the piece was bad for lots of reasons lol but one of them was that it couldn't actually delve into its topic with any depth or nuance because the writer couldn't write about any major plot beats not established in the premise or like, the first episode.)

Like, a text isn’t a linear body where any point that you might choose to talk about is solely accountable to the narrative events that have come before it and bears no relation to those that will come after; a text is more like a set of moving parts which all work in relation to one another to construct a cohesive whole. The very process of constructing a narrative relies on 1. the existence of an audience who only hold knowledge of the events that have happened so far up to and including whatever point they’re at in the text, and 2. the notion of all parts of the narrative exerting a force on all other parts of the narrative, of the ‘early’ sections of a narrative being, in a sense, ‘aware’ of their later sections; of the later events shaping the earlier just as much as the earlier shape the later. Obviously it’s possible and valuable to talk in-depth about an unfinished text; cf. for example, ongoing book series, TV series, similar such serialisations where the critic does not have a closed, completed narrative in front of them; but a) often those serialised works will be broken down into smaller units with internal narrative cohesion (one series of a TV show, one book in a series) wherein the criticism emerges from balancing out the tension between negotiating that internal cohesion and speculating on where the open-ended questions posed by the unit might lead, and b) this is fundamentally a different process to just … pointing to the vague opening ‘themes’ of a piece and failing to elaborate in any way because to do so would be ‘spoilers.’

The issue I’m articulating is mostly one wherein this particular form of pop criticism begins to perform the function of advertising before it engages its readership enough to start an actual process of interrogation and evaluation around the work in question. The attempt to talk about something whilst only making reference to the bare bones of its plot + avoiding the major narrative 'twists' severely constricts what you can talk about; it's just not good criticism, and I think this overfocus on never 'spoiling' something for others rather than expecting people to develop some discretion about what secondary material they read creates this impetus to essentially sell something to your audience rather than just … talk about it as a holistic piece. It does a disservice to the work in question and it does a disservice to your own critical faculties, lol?

I don't know how much this matters in the grand scheme of things, when critical practice is becoming a little more dispersed; like, I'm thinking of a phenomenon specific to The Thinkpiece hosted by The (Relatively) Prestigious Platform, but criticism is happening on like, Substack and Goodreads and Tumblr and everywhere else, such that it's easily possible to seek out this actually penetrative analysis should you want to. I am mostly just like, having an old man yells at cloud moment about it.

Also to be clear I'm not like positing a Radical New Position on critical practice here or claiming that other forms of critical practice (such as like, a lit paper) are free of their own problematic aspects; it's really just explaining a personal irritation lmao

[nanowrimo]

How to Indie Publish Your Novel

What happens after you write a novel? You can pursue traditional publishing or indie self-publishing. Camille Collins, a resident NaNo participant and indie published author, offers her advice on how to indie publish your novel.

Writing a book in hopes of becoming a best-selling author is only half the journey. You have to publish your novel first!

For those with completed manuscripts, congratulations! You’re halfway to your goal of becoming an author. One way to skip the stress and time consuming process of querying required by traditional publishing is to independently publish your book by yourself. 

This can be done through websites such as IngramSparks, CreateSpace, Wattpad, and of course the largest book selling website on the internet, Amazon KDP (Kindle Direct Publishing). Your choices are not limited by any means, but for the best results, Amazon is the way to go for first time publishers.

Once you have your final manuscript, you can easily format it through Amazon’s free software called Kindle Create, or by downloading your book as an epub file from your preferred writing software. Once formatted, you can open KDP and begin the publishing process. After clicking on the “create new title” button, there are 3 pages of information you need to enter before your book goes live.

Book Details: This section will ask basic information about your book, such as the author’s name, the book’s title, and the blurb, as well as keywords and categories. It is important to do SEO research beforehand to know exactly what keywords and genre best fit your book. Your book’s subtitle and blurb are the places to squeeze in that information.

Book Content: To ISBN or not to ISBN? That is the question a lot of writers don’t want to think about when it comes to book expenses. Fortunately, Kindle offers free ISBN numbers for ebooks. If you plan to publish one or two ebooks, claim your free ISBN and forget about the hefty price of purchasing your own codes; however, for the serial author with a long list of future titles and big plans for marketing, purchasing ISBN codes from Bowker is essential for printing paperbacks on Kindle, as well as publishing on other platforms. I paid about $275 for a 10 pack of ISBN codes, so start saving up!

Book Rights & Pricing: How do you choose a price for your book after all the time you spent laboring over it? The answer is $0.99 or $2.99. To keep things simple, these are the most common prices for indie ebooks on Amazon, and having your first novel be affordable means you have a higher chance of making a sale. Debut novels and the first book of series do better with lower prices. 

After passing through the hurdles of KDP’s publishing process, all you have left to do is wait for your book to be approved and go live. Once again, congratulations! Writing is not easy, and most indie novels never reach print. Taking the time and effort to put your novel out there sets you apart…

Now all that’s left is to master the art of marketing!

Camille Collins is a graduate of Tennessee Technological University who has participated in NaNoWriMo since 2014 after her first win. Her first WIP, The Krown’s Curse Trilogy, is a fantasy romance featuring a siren and werewolf on opposing sides of a war. Camille loves the trope of found family and writes novels for people struggling with genuine connection. She has published 4 books in the last 2 years and has plans for many more.

Check out her books: www.amazon.com/Camille-Collins/e/B07ZBLJDG3 

Photo by Stephen Phillips - Hostreviews.co.uk on Unsplash 

[olderthannetfic]

You know I really feel torn in fandom sometimes. I adore 'dudebro style' fandom meta and analysis and canon supported and cited essays with the reddit debate exact words nonsense, but I hate how that culture derides headcanons and silly shipping and people throwing canon out the window and deciding that any fancontent they make will have the characters all be gay or genderbent or POC or something- 'fangirl type' fandom. I hate how you cant draw your own personal fanart of a character with a little trans flag button or non anime-pale skin without people jumping down your throat for having a headcanon and not labeling it firmly as a headcanon or au and not drawing 1:1 with canon character design in these spaces.

Likewise I ADORE 'fangirl-style' fandom and the infinite varieties of AUs and shipping and 'what if x was gay and trans', I ADORE reading 40k slowburns and smutty AUs, but I really hate how hard it is to have serious conversations about actual canon sometimes. I really dont like how its derided to want to actually engage with the text itself in places and people will get mad at you for asking about the *actual canon* and what it is rather than accepting their '''x coded'''(ie headcanon) as actual rep(its not). I hate how it feels like if you try to talk meta people freeze you out because you care too much about the actual text and not the ships with fluff and zero plot or content. 50 oneshots with no plot OR smut arent fun to read if you arent super into the ship actually! And god forbid if you are aromantic or actually LIKE the canon content. In some fandoms on this side it feels downright hostile if you dont flog yourself in pubic about liking the canon over whatever the popular fanon and noncanon ship is.

It really sucks because I love fandom, but some fandoms have such a big split in culture that if you like meta and canon you get excommunicated for being a snooty redditor(politely asking where in the story it says a thing so you can find it and be happy about canon rep when people say 'x is canon' and them getting mad because it isnt canon actually), and if you like shipping and headcanons you get excommunicated for being a wishful 'pushing headcanons on everyone' fangirl(drawing fanart of a character in a modern au with a trans flag button who has extremely transgender subtext to the point its hard to claim No One on the production team understood the Implications as well as a DLC costume being Literally Trans Flag Colors without firmly plastering it in 'this is a personal interpretation headcanon im claiming nothing about the canon itself').

Haha sorry for long rant but like. IDK. Im tired. Of both sides of fandom. Love it, but man...

Have to pick and choose what platforms I put what kinds of posts to not get yelled at in many fandoms and it SUCKS.

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Yeah. I'm not wild about that flavor of the fangirl/shipper side of things either. Oldschool LJ and such places had far more of the canon meta mixed in with the shipping and far less of the "my headcanon is canon" stuff. (There was still a big separation from dudebro fandom though.)

[dearweirdme]

taekookers in general consider taekook's premiere 'date' a statement, or a semi coming out, or water testing, or normalizing seeing them together. all of which make 0 sense.

1) taekook don't need to normalize the sight of them together as it isn't something abnormal to the fandom in the first place. 2) they're not coming out right before of military enlistment for sure, idk how people even consider that option, and 3) the "testing waters" thing is hypocritical.

what is there to test? reactions to what? there's nothing gay about attending an event together, namseok did it already, jihope did it at pfw, all of these members attended events together for the first time, and it'll probably happen more times in the future with different combinations of members.

and the fact that the people who dismissed any and every queer coded message in jungkook's gcf films are the same ones saying that is hypocritical. gcf tokyo had a queer coded song by a queer artist. gcf saipan had queer coded lyrics over jimin's part twice. gcf helsinki had the entire frame change to white and the filter change to bright colors when jimin appeared on screen (but people love to ignore that part yet always praise the filter warming up at namjoon's part). gcf osaka paused the music twice just to show us jimin giggling and being a goofball. the fact that in general every time jk's voice was heard in any of the gcfs was always because of jimin being at the crime scene. all of that means nothing though, because apparently jungkook is stupid and doesn't know what he's doing or what kind of messages his gcfs send in regards to jimin and the music he chooses is meaningless (even when he himself said he searches for the lyrics of every song he posts/uses) because people are being willfully blind. or jungkook is just a company puppet doing whatever he's told, including highlighting jimin in gcfs to serve a hidden company agenda.

if everything queer coded (the gcfs, showing up with the hickey instead of just covering it to avoid discourse, etc) thing jungkook has done in regards to jimin can't be him testing reactions or normalizing his... rather unique bond with jimin, then what is there to normalize about normal friend group hang outs or public appearances?

Hi anon, long time no see!

You are reacting to me saying I don’t think Tae and Jk were testing the waters by spelling out why they aren’t testing the waters. Isn’t us agreeing on that enough anon? Why the whole ask again? Go send this stuff to Taekookers who do think that instead, don’t use my blog as your platform.

Also, funny enough you say Tae and Jk cannot possibly be testing the waters.. but Jimin and Jk can?

I don’t disagree entirely that Jk could have been queercoding his GCF’s, but I dont think it’s likely. You however think he’s Jimin-coding his stuff… and that to me is highly unlikely. Idols in general do not share their relationships, no member of BTS has ever shared his relationship, Idols in general are not allowed to come out.., idols dating in-band is not great for marketing, so allowing a queer in-band couple to test the waters is not an option in SK. If it were only testing waters for a public relationship or only testing waters for a queer member… big maybe.. but all of those together, nope. If Jk and Jimin were actually together Bighit/Hybe would not have let Jk publish that GCF. They let him, because they know it’s a platonic friendship.

You take queercoding to a level it’s usually not taken to. Queer coding (and there is also debate on using this term dor real people, but I do get what you mean) is done by queer people to point out their sexuality, not their relationships. Queer coding is Tae referencing queer artists, and art, it’s Jk wearing queer coded clothing and doing song recommendations. It is not pointing to one person and outing your relationship.

You see everything Jk and or Jimin does through Jikook-eyes. Leave the ‘hickey’ (it’s a bite!!!) and the GCF’s and Rosebowl out of it for a minute… and then what is left of your ‘proofs’? You come to me with the same three things over and over and those just don’t actually proof anything, because it can also point to friendship. Ofcourse Jk and Jimin have a unique bond, they are members/brothers/friends who have lived together for years, who have gone through tough times together, who have worked together on a physical level as well… all of that creates closeness. Look at Hobi and Jimin and how they interact… not that different if only you want to see.

And please, read my posts better, because I’ve explained all of this before and I am not prone to change my mind about this.