#and he’s just convinced Ed is an actual mythical being

[raeofgayshine]

Wish there was a way to begin to explain what happened tonight during stream because there’s some kind of gold in Jim thinking that Riddler is fairy (like tinkerbell) but everyone else just thinks he’s calling Ed a slur and the pipeline it leads down, connecting to Bruce thinking babies come from kissing, all the way to Jim asking Ed and Oswald if Tim was “their fairy baby and Tim telling Steph “I think Jim just called me a fairy.” Steph: “sorry you had to find out this way, but we all kind of knew.”

[blueberrylemontea-fanfic]

Fight harder

Pairing: Eddie munson x fem reader

Warnings: none

Summary: You hurt Eddie's feelings and try to win him back. Based on a Dirty Dancing scene.

"I can't believe the school wants to cut our funding even more. At this rate we can barely afford to turn on the lights in the drama room." Eddie ranted.

The school was planning on reallocating most of Hellfire's budget to the basketball team. "And it's not even because they don't have the money, but nooo, the dancing monkeys need new laundry baskets to toss their plastic balls through. It's ridiculous!"

"Then fight harder, Eds. Make them listen to you. Your club matters just as much as theirs."

Eddie rolled his eyes. "Yeah right. Face it, Y/n, nobody cares about Hellfire, they've been looking for a reason to exterminate us ever since those moronic articles came out about DnD being satanic."

Before you could come up with something comforting to say you heard the light pattering of sneakers, the rustling pom-poms, the high-pitched bubbly chatter...

Cheerleaders.

Without thinking about it you grabbed Eddie's collar and pulled him around a corner, hiding yourself behind his body until your friends passed by you.

You peaked around his shoulder, ashamed of yourself for continuing to hide Eddie away from them. You just knew it would change everything, and you didn't think you were ready for that yet.

"Fight harder, huh?"

The disappointed look on Eddie's face made your heart squirm.

"I don't see you fighting so hard, Y/n. I don't see you running up to your friends telling them I'm your guy."

"I will, Eddie. It's complicated with my friends, but I will tell them."

"I don't believe you, Y/n! I don't think that you ever had any intention of telling them. Ever. You want me to stand up for Hellfire? Think they'll take me seriously? You don't even take me seriously, Y/n. I'm done with this."

"Eddie!"

You yelled after him as he stormed off, but it was too late, he was gone. You felt tears well up in your eyes.

What were you thinking?

Yes, you cared about your reputation, but not more than you cared about Eddie. How could you be such an idiot?

But you could fix this, right? This couldn't be over. No way.

You had to think of a way to apologize, something so big that Eddie might just forgive you. And you thought you had just the thing...

You just needed to find Dustin Henderson.

After some nagging and convincing -mainly convincing yourself that you were not, in fact, begging- Steve told you were to find Henderson.

You barged into the dark AV-room, making it momentarily go silent.

"Are you lost?"

Eddie told you that Wheeler kid was too obnoxious for his own good.

"I need to talk to Henderson." You actually had to get all of them on board, but you knew Dustin would convince the others much more easily than you.

It didn't take long to convince Dustin. He was hesitant at first, protective as he is of Eddie's feelings, but after you promised him you wouldn't break Eddie's heart, he was on board.

Your plan was afoot. At least, that's how Henderson had put it.

Eddie walked into the cafeteria the next day, having just wasted five precious minutes of break time discussing Sinclair's little sister's character arc for his next campaign.

Like he was going to just make her into some mythic hero because she asked him to...

When he approached his table he noticed how the entire Hellfire Club seemed to be discussing something. They were all so closely bent over the table you could hardly see it anymore.

"What's going on here, my loyal following?"

Eddie's sentence trailed off. Suddenly, the lights had dimmed except for a circle of ominous red lights around the hellfire table.

"What the..." Eddie darted around in confusion as his new favorite song, Metallica's Master of Puppets, started blaring from a boombox under the table.

"Seriously, guys, what the hell is going on here?"

Eddie's question remained unanswered as the guys of the Hellfire club sat back in their chairs, revealing you lying on the table.

"Jesus H. Christ, Y/n..."

Eddie bit back a smile when he saw you. You were dressed like... Well, you were dressed like a female version of him.

Gone was your high ponytail and light lipgloss, instead your hair was wild around your shoulders, your eyes lined with black smudges.

Gone was your cheerleading skirt that Eddie loved more than he was willing to admit. It had been replaced by dark, ripped denim and best of all, the thing that made Eddie's heart beat in his throat, a hellfire club-shirt of your very own.

Eddie had never seen you look hotter than you did now with the shirt he'd designed clinging to your body. He didn't think his design could be improved upon, but you'd managed to do it with just two words written in black sharpie.

Emblazoned on your chest were the words "Queen of Hellfire Club".

You sat up on your knees and took Eddie by the hand.

"I'm sorry. I am so sorry, Eddie. I am done hiding. I promise if you're willing to give me another chance I'll fight for you. From now on I'll stand up for you, always."

With that you jumped up on the table. "Hey, Chrissy, Laurie, everyone!" You yelled at your friends, and subsequently the entire cafeteria.

"I'm dating Eddie Munson!"

Most of their mouths fell wide open, but some of them gave you encouraging nods and thumbs up.

You turned your attention back to Eddie.

"What do you say, Eds? Forgive me?"

Your heart was beating furiously in your chest as Eddie looked up to you.

It felt like an eternity before he spoke.

"On one condition."

His smile set off fireworks in your stomach. "Anything."

"Wear that shirt more often."

[aliceslantern]

Heartlines, a Kingdom Hearts fanfic, chapter 5

Twelve years ago, Xemnas betrayed the royal court of Radiant Garden to his father, Xehanort. Prince Ienzo flees to another city and begins university in the aftermath, hoping the anonymity will protect him from eager eyes with ill intent. The darkness spilling across the country, as well as an individual from his past, cut short Ienzo's new beginning and bring new conflicts to light. Strained between the desires of his magic and his heart, Ienzo's choice will change him forever.

Modern Fantasy AU, Soulmates, Zemyx. Updates Fridays until it's done.

Chapter summary:  Ienzo investigates Demyx further, and comes to a shocking revelation.

Read it on FF.net/on AO3

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Ienzo told Aeleus everything.

The man seemed more tired than usual. He’d been gone for the past two days on some resistance mission neither Even nor Ienzo really knew anything about. He’d slept soundlessly, almost breathlessly, on the couch for two hours before Ienzo tried to feed him and convince him to sleep in his proper bed. But when Aeleus asked how he was… the words had spilled out of him almost against his will.

“There are more people like me here, Aeleus,” he finished. “That much is certain.”

Aeleus ate steadily. Ienzo had made pho; he’d forgotten how much he missed cooking with an actual full kitchen. “Of course there are,” he said. “Not everyone goes underground in our sense. Some merely prefer to hide.”

“In some ways I feel so… naive,” he admitted slowly. “I wish you would tell me some things so I don’t feel so ignorant.”

Aeleus smiled and squeezed Ienzo’s hand. “If I could, I would,” he said. “Even I am only allowed to know pieces, parts.” He set aside his empty bowl. “Though I am curious. I had thought all the seeker lines… were eradicated.”

“But why, if they’re functionally harmless? He has no magic.”

Aeleus rubbed at his eyes. “Their abilities are purely passive… and somewhat latent. It’s thought seekers would do anything to trigger their own abilities, even if they do not consciously realize it. But once they wake… they are a force to be reckoned with. Their individualism was what made them dangerous.”

Ienzo exhaled. Was that why Demyx was so drawn to him? Because on some level he thought Ienzo’s power would awaken his own?

“...Moreover… and Even would say this is all silly mythology.”

“If Even says it’s silly, then I want to know it all the more.”

“Seekers pairbond. It’s thought they spend their days looking for their soulmate… and if they find them, they know. Ironically… despite the individualism, they are nearly dependent on those they bond with."

Ienzo smiled a little. “That is very mythic.”

“I admit I’m rather jealous of you. I’d like to meet one.”

“Well, if I can be subtle about it, I’ll ask him.”

“He might not know much about his own culture.”

“...Soulmates.” Ienzo shook his head. “As if anyone has time for love right now.”

---

Still, why was it Ienzo agreed to see him again?

Thanks to the psychology professor, Eraqus, he was able to test out of many gen-ed courses. But this left Ienzo with a dilemma--namely, that he had no idea what to actually major in. It seemed like a superficial problem to have, on top of all this.

“ Precisely why I wanted you to actually take those classes,” Even told him, with a scowl. “To get to know your cohort, your community--because that influences it too.”

Ienzo pursed his lips. “Why bother, when we might have to run again at any moment? You should have at the very least given me the choice, Even.”

His disposition did not improve. “You know little of the actual world. Gods forbid I try to actually let you learn.”

“Learn what? On paper, I already know all of the content. And you don’t want me to truly get close to anyone--else you would actually let me socialize, instead of calling me until I return home.”

His head snapped up from his computer. “How dare I worry for you, you mean? If there are Heartless and seekers and goodness knows what else--”

“Even. I can take care of myself. You have to let me make my own decisions. Otherwise, what type of ruler would I ever hope to be?” A bit of an underhanded move, but true regardless.

Even turned pink, and his scowl deepened. He knew Ienzo had cornered him. “Very well . Now leave me be. I have to finish this report.”

Ienzo put on a jacket and left the house. He told Demyx he’d meet him at the streetcar station nearest the beach. He thought about what Aeleus told him, about soulmates. He thought of the warmth, the prickling he’d felt with his own magic whenever they were together. Was it possible that--?

Perhaps it was simply a silly schoolboy crush, and given that he’d never much had one on anyone else, this was just how his magic reacted normally. Surely he couldn’t simply ask Demyx what he’d felt, could he?

Something to ponder. Aeleus had said it was myth. Ienzo reminded himself to try and study more magic history. It had been some time, and he was rusty.

The streetcar was relatively empty for this time of day, so his trip was smooth and easy. Ienzo liked public transit, its cleanliness, its efficiency. If only all of life could be organized so neatly. He watched the band of sea grow closer and closer until finally the conductor urged him to get off at the terminus.

The memories of the sea were louder now, harder to fight-- Braig, where is _____?

I dunno, I just turned around for five seconds, couldn’t have gone far--

The feeling of water rushing into his lungs, sand as the riptide tossed him back and forth like a ragdoll-- then a memory he was almost certain he hadn’t recalled in some time, of another child in the water, a child with blonde hair and shiny scales guiding him towards the surface--

“Hey, Zo! You made it!”

Ienzo gasped a little. He had to have corroborated that memory. It was impossible that happened--Braig had to have been the one who saved him from drowning, or Aeleus, not some kind of--creature that looked just like the man in front of him-- “Hi, Demyx.”

He cocked his head. “You okay?”

“Yes… I… fine. Shall we?”

“Uh. Sure.”

They walked along the boardwalk, the old, sand-weathered boards creaking under their feet. Various food vendors, gift shops, and game booths dotted the surface, leading to a set of stairs down to the beach itself. “You ever been?” Demyx asked. “It’s too cold to swim, but still pretty to look at.”

Ienzo breathed that sea-tinted air, the echoes of the memory making both him and his magic feel… so very strange. Was he being put in a thrall? But this felt like none of the thralls Even and Merlin had trained him on. It did not feel like conscious magic. “Sure. Let’s go.”

They took off their shoes when they got to the water. The sand, in this twilight, was pleasantly warm. A few people milled about; the brave were swimming, some wading, others flying kites or playing with dogs or simply watching the water. They walked closely enough that every few drifts of tide, Ienzo could just barely feel the cool water on his toes. He felt… relaxed, he realized, even in the presence of this essential stranger.

“Does this remind you of your home?” Ienzo asked him. Demyx’s expression was dreamy, his eyes trained on the ocean outside.

“It… does. Whenever I really feel homesick… I come down here. It’s a little too cold for surfing now, but even just the sound of the waves… or the birds…” He sighed. “I was supposed to go back for a visit. Before it… fell.”

“I truly am sorry.”

He smiled sadly. “It’s not your fault.”

Ienzo wondered if it actually was; if he hadn’t been running, if he’d done something or fought , would Destiny Islands be whole?

Demyx took a breath. “I wanted to… talk to you about something,” he said. “And I know it’s going to sound totally insane--”

Ienzo’s heart beat harder.

“But I can’t stop thinking about it, and I wonder if it’s actually true--”

He felt almost like he couldn’t breathe, the world getting dizzy, his magic practically screaming at him to open his eyes and see what was right in front of him--

“Hey… you okay?”

Ienzo’s knees gave out, and everything went dark.

---

“...zo? Hey.”

He blinked. He was lying on the soft sand of the beach, and the right leg of his pants was awkwardly wet. “What happened?”

“You fainted. Here.” He was handed a bottle of water.

Ienzo sat up slowly. His right eye didn’t hurt, but it did feel warm, almost like it was glowing. He opened the lukewarm water and drank it.

“Sorry about your pants. I wasn’t able to fully catch you.”

“...They’ll dry.” He looked back towards the boardwalk--there were no people near them. They were almost completely alone in this strange little cove. “A… friend of mine told me a little about seekers.”

A flush brightened Demyx’s face. “What did they say?”

“He said… that you subconsciously seek out your soulmate, and when you find them, you know.” Demyx’s face was still doubled in his vision. “Is that true? Is that what you're actually seeking, not magic users to protect?"

A substantial pause. All Ienzo heard for a long moment was the waves. Then, finally, “yeah. It’s true.”

Ienzo sat up a little more. “When we…” He swallowed, and forced himself to lock eyes with him. “When we met. I felt something in my magic. I didn’t know what it was, but I wonder--”

“If we--” Demyx cut himself off. His eyes were watering.

“That wasn’t the first time we met, was it?”

“No.”

Ienzo’s heart was beating so hard. “When I was… little. My family and I took a trip to your islands. My caretaker… lost track of me, and I nearly drowned. I was saved by… something. It was you, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah.” The tears ran over.

“You’re not human.”

“Not completely. But neither are you.”

Ienzo shook his head slowly. “Not completely.”

Demyx took both of his hands. “I’d forgotten it… all the way up until… you saved me from that Heartless, and then I didn’t believe it was you until…”

The pull was growing stronger. “Then what are you?” Ienzo asked.

“I guess you would call it… a siren? I guess?” He bit his lip nervously. “But we… I don’t remember how, I really don’t, but I lost the ability to change form… and one day I just washed up on the beach. I forgot who I was for years .” He took out the pendant. “And since then…”

“You’ve been looking for your history and your family.”

“And you.”

Ienzo’s breath caught.

“I know we’re… we’re basically strangers, but… I know we’re…” He swiped at his eyes. “Right? You felt it too.”

Slowly… in a state of disbelief… Ienzo nodded. The prickling feeling inside of his magic only intensified. Demyx took one hand and touched his cheek. Ienzo gasped despite himself. He’d never had these feelings… maybe there was a reason --

Demyx had said he was a siren. Maybe this was all some kind of enchanting magic he’d never experienced--

But his own energy was telling him this was all truth.

Demyx leaned in a little. How had Ienzo not noticed how he smelled before? Like ginger, and salt, and something else he had no name for. “I…” Ienzo was breathing shakily. He should’ve been embarrassed, falling apart like this. “I’ve never--”

“Would you want to?” Demyx asked gently.

“Yes.” He closed the space between them, and Demyx’s lips on his shouldn’t have felt so right . It took him a moment to learn how to do it. Those callused hands tangled in his hair, pulling him a little closer--

Another stronger, warmer wave broke over him, making the fine hairs on his arms stand up straight--

Demyx broke away first, pressing his forehead against Ienzo’s. “Your hair’s glowing again,” he said softly, pressing a kiss against Ienzo’s cheek.

The pleasure he’d found quickly shattered. “No,” he said, snapping his head around to see if there were any witnesses. “Oh--”

“No one can see us,” Demyx said. “I’m blocking you from view.”

“I just--I don’t know how much magic was released by--” He licked his lips. He could still taste him, for gods’ sake, a weirdly sweet flavor.

“I’m blocking you,” Demyx repeated.

He got it. “You can… you can do that?”

“More like…” He brushed his fingers across Ienzo’s cheek. “Distracting whoever would listen. Making them think about their dinner, or…”

“Passive,” Ienzo repeated. “What do we… what now?”

“I didn’t… I didn’t think I’d get this far.” Demyx blinked the tears out of his eyes. “I mean… I guess…”

“Get to know each other?”

He laughed a little, and Ienzo did too.

“I don’t know how I’m going to explain this,” he told Demyx. “My father… I’m not sure I fully understand what’s going on--”

“Me either.”

“I was told…” He could barely breathe. “I was told… when I didn’t understand the situation… to research. To gather data.” Demyx’s hand, against the small of his back, was so warm. His whole body felt suddenly so much more alive.

“I think I understand,” Demyx said, and kissed him again.

---

“Where have you been ?” Even’s voice was shrill, and Ienzo noted, not without worry. He was late, he knew; the sun had been down for hours. “And why are you--covered in sand ?”

Ienzo winced a little. He had a choice to make here--to lie, or tell the truth. But something this big… he had to be sure. And Even did have a nigh-bottomless knowledge of the monarchy, and Ienzo’s own magic. “I’ll… explain everything, I promise, but know I am fine . Let me clean up, and then we can…”

Even touched his shoulder. He lifted a strand of Ienzo’s hair, the tips of which were still luminous. “Oh,” he said softly. He seemed frozen; Ienzo was able to pull away with ease. Even remained there, his one hand still raised, muttering to himself.

Ienzo took a shower. His skin seemed more sensitive than before; in fact, all of his senses seemed as though a film had been peeled away. He combed his hair and looked at himself in the mirror. He took a deep breath. He put on some pajamas and rejoined Even in the parlor.

The heavy mahogany desk had been cleared off. “Up you get. Up,” Even said, steering him over. Wordlessly, Ienzo listened; the wood was cold and hard after the sand. Even forced him to lay down.

“Are you going to tell me why I was never informed about all this pairbonding nonsense?”

“Shut up ,” Even hissed. “Be still.”

Ienzo felt coldness leaching into his body, making him shudder. Even’s magic was always sharp and angular as it probed his. Finally, after what felt like a long time… the coldness dissipated. Ienzo shivered. He sat up slowly. Even was breathing hard, with an odd look on his face, as though someone had struck him. “At first I wondered… if he had placed some advanced enchantment on me,” Ienzo said. “But judging by your expression… that is not the case.”

Even seemed to be struggling. “I’d thought…” He began softly.

“You knew this was a possibility,” Ienzo said. “You knew , and you never said--” A sort of rage blotted out the coldness. “Why didn’t you--”

“It’s old magic, Ienzo,” Even said, spreading his arms. “Ancient, even.” He pressed a hand to his forehead. “It’s that boy, isn’t it? The one Aeleus mentioned… the seeker?”

“So is he my mate, or isn’t he?”

“That’s for you to determine,” he said. “You needn’t… accept this bond, Ienzo.”

Ienzo thought of that kiss, and the many that had followed, the way it all made him feel .

“In fact, if you do… you might as well send up a flare saying “here I am!””

“He blocked me.”

Even’s head snapped up.

“When we were figuring this out. His magic eclipsed mine.” He knotted his hands together. “Why did you not tell me this was a possibility?”

“Because almost all seekers are dead!” Even all but yelled. “How was I to know you’d come in contact with one, much less we’d run into him here of all places? Child, did you even know which gender you favored?”

Ienzo shook his head wearily. He was tired now. “You remember that diplomatic trip we took to Destiny Islands? When I… nearly drowned?”

Even softened. “Do I remember. It’s one of the many reasons I’m going prematurely gray. It’s due to Braig’s carelessness that you almost lost your life.”

“He wasn’t the one who saved me. Demyx was.”

“Oh…” He turned pale. “And the magic released as you struggled for your life… must’ve forged that bond.” He thought a moment, then dashed over to one of the books on a bookshelf. “No matter. I’m certain there’s a spell somewhere that could break it, and you can simply--”

“Break it?” Ienzo repeated.

“Don’t tell me you want this, Ienzo?”

Ienzo’s hand fluttered to his lip without meaning to. “Would it be so terrible?” he mumbled. “Especially… if he does have a shielding property.”

Even groaned. “Child, I know you are flush with hormones, and this magic is hard to resist, but think a moment.”

The embarrassment burned his cheeks.

“How do we know he isn’t allied with Xehanort?”

“If he spent years looking for me, do you really think he’d hurt me?”

“Does he know who you truly are?”

Ienzo said nothing.

“Exactly, Ienzo. Exactly .”

He stood. “I’m going to bed,” he said.

Even followed him. “Tell me you’re not thinking about it.”

How could he not? “I think you should allow me to make my own decisions, Even.”

“Ienzo--”

“I am very tired. Good night. ”

He tramped up the stairs, reeling. So this was… true, then. He and Demyx were… A flush came over him. Even was partially correct; ever since they’d kissed on the beach, some thing had woken up in him, something hot and wanting, something that had previously been much quieter.

Ienzo drew the blinds and lay in bed. He looked at his cell phone--messages from Demyx--

I hope you got home safe. Everything feels so much louder now… I feel so awake…

Ienzo took a quick breath. I do too.

What do you want to do?

He knew what he wanted. What he said instead was, I need to know more about you. And you need to know more about me.

Just give me a time and place.

Some place private… away from those that may listen.

Leave it to me.

Ienzo set the phone aside. He started up at the moonlight playing on the ceiling. Mate , he thought. I have a mate. Someone who knew neither of his gender nor of his heritage. Someone who might try to get away from him if he found this out.

Ienzo could tell him, gauge his reactions, and wipe his memory if need be…

He wanted to trust Demyx. If his magic could protect Ienzo… could that possibly be a way for him to finally do something about Xehanort’s forces? For him to find out more information to pass on to the resistance?

He said he’d tell Riku about the resistance… but he needed to know more about him, too. Demyx was probably a good way to find out more about all this…

That kiss…

He’d known, in an aqueous sort of way, he’d likely have to have an heir at some point, and even for him children didn’t spontaneously come out of thin air. But he’d never thought of how he’d get one, nor imagined marriage, nor even… allowed himself the possibility of fantasy, of being loved. His life was too split, always on the run. How could he settle down? He’d barely had friends, much less a boyfriend or girlfriend, much less a lover-- he had not, prior to those hours on the beach, even kissed --

Kissed, and kissed, and kissed…

He traced the material of his waistband absently. Perhaps Even was right, he had to ignore this impulse.

He felt awake, and a little less alone. Perhaps it was for this reason, but he let his hand slip below the waistband, to feel at skin he normally avoided, to stroke it gently and imagine he was not the one touching it--

He gasped, feeling it break over him, and instead of feeling shame as usual, he instead felt release, felt… hope.

[hey-hamlet]

BNHA AU Ideas : Urban Fantasy AU

Also on AO3!

TL;DR:  Mythical creatures are real and they flock to Izuku like cats to a sunbeam. He and Bakugo have been the Heroes of various magical creatures for years, now its time for them to return the favour.

Aka the “Aizawa I swear I’m not part of the Yakuza these aren’t gang tattoos-“ AU

basically: mythical creatures are real

izuku is quirkless but he does have magic, which if he uses it carefully it can come across like a quirk

the problem is, its super variable + weaker than most quirks

bakugo is in the know, he and izuku are actually friends bc. izuku used to take him out to go talk to faries and fire spirits

basically, izuku was still pretty powerful, even without a quirk, because of the mythical creatures

he and izuku always planned to register his magic as a quirk if they could think of something, but everything was too limiting so he cant really be seen using it

shinso is part siren (like, 12% siren) and doesnt know it but izuku does and its driving him c r a z y

mic is like 50% siren and definitely knows and thats bugging izuku as well

all for one has like, 800 different curses on him and izuku is shocked the guy is still alive

ofa isnt just a quirk, its part magic which is almost unheard of, and izuku sees and is sh o o k

izuku ends up with ofa because the first ep just basically happens, sans bakugo being a dick

he gets the hang of ofa pretty quickly because hes been using magic his whole life

still cleans the beach because a selkie begged him to

stain is actually a vampire, got turned a little while ago but izuku isnt sure if stain is like, aware of it??? which is a little concerning

izuku is like, 100% human so no one is really sure why he can use magic, but everyone just rolls with it

inko was shocked when she found her infant son surrounded by faries but she put on her game face and read every book about magic ever

hounddog is just a straightup werewolf

nezu seems to be a magic user but izuku isnt sure, but nezu is super confusing anyway

izuku thinks aizawa was blessed by a medusa that thought his quirk was cool because, looking back to aizawa’s sports festivals, his hair didnt always float

izuku asks nezu what he is but nezu changes the answer every time

one of the reasons izuku wanted to be a hero is because of the number of magical creatures that found their way into the profession

he and bakugo go on little quests for magical creatures after school a bunch because A, if they owe you a favour its always really helpful and B, they can give you cool enchanted stuff

bakugo has a charm that stops him from being burnt that he is always wearing. its his favorite, shaped like a tiny dragon and carved from seaglass

izuku has like, 8 luck charms and shoes that make him silent when he walks, among other random crap. he has so many random magic trinkets on his at 1 time he could probably take down a whole gang.

basically izuku is the fae's errand boy and bakugo helps when he has free time because he likes the cool shit he gets

izuku has this lil lizard friend

he calls him a salamander because the little guy wont actually tell izuku what he is

and he saved him when he was little but he cant really remember how, and the “salamander” has been following him ever since

izuku sneaks him in campus cause its his lil lizard buddy! has a pocket in his hero costume and everything

izuku knew the guy was magic but doesnt find out how until the usj, which is, not coincidentally when he has to come clean about magic to aizawa

because

the lil lizard?

was a bigass kirin the whole time

and it literally rips the nomu in 2

and aizawa is like "so,, izuku,," and izuku is like "ooooohhhhh booyy"

but they dont get to talk about it much because the nomu knits itself together is a really creepy way

basically izuku uses every luckcharm, magic trick and maxs out one for all as far as he can push it

with aizawa and the kirin, they manage to take down the nomu before allmight gets there, but none them are in good shape and izuku is like, 2 secs away from being killed by shigiraki when allmight shows up, but w/o the nomu the league bales without trying to take down all might. shigiraki is p i s s e d

during the fight izuku straining the luck charms so badly that whenever he dodges a particularly bad hit, he can feel them shatter

aizawa and izuku have matching hand print scars because shigiraki had a hand on both of them when allmight lept through the door

they have a hard time getting izuku into the abulance bc the kirirn, bleeding and weak, is trying to bite anyone that gets close to his little human

bakugo holds it back while it cries. he’s crying too.

the kirin is called spark bc it sneezed and almost set bakugo's hair on fire

nezu gives izuku the excuse the spark is just a "lizard with a quirk, right?" and just winks and izuku is cONviNced nezu can use magic but he has no proof and its eating him up inside

because izuku is self-sacrificial like that, hes gets bakugo to find some of the healing potions he has collected and uses them on aizawa and spark, not on himself

he only uses one on himself bc spark lays on his legs and bakugo pries his mouth open

aizawa waking up the next morning in hospital like "wow why do i feel perfectly fine" and recovery girl walks in like "aa,,, holy crap???? why are you ok???"

izuku, 3 rooms away with a listening sigil drawn on the wall, has the most shit eating grin

he has to rub it off really quickly when recovery girl walks in. shes a little confused about the pen smear on the wall but izuku just kind of brings weirdness with him so she lets it slide.

so in this au aizawa doesnt have a weaker quirk after the usj

he has a scar but its hand shaped, not the lil crescent one

its on the same side of his face and just missed his eye. izuku’s in on his neck. they are both really lucky it didn’t hit anything important

when allmight burst in, izuku final luck charm shattered into dust.

also izuku has tracking charms on every one of his friends because one time he and bakugo got separated at the mall and izuku cried for 45 minutes straight

comes in real handy when iida goes to fight stain

izuku shows up even earlier in the fight, throws garlic power he bought at 7/11 in stains eyes

stain: h-

izuku, running in tears: sTAY AWAY FROM MY FRIEND

picks up native and iida and runs while yelling at iida about how he cares about him while also trying to find a hero because he really didnt think this through

izuku has loads of sigils tattooed and drawn on his skin and aizawa is shook bc this boy is so soft he is not part of the yakuza

hes co v e r ed in them, anywhere that isnt his forearms/neck/face. some of them are obviously hand done. he did a few when he was pretty little so they arent great

one of them is the kirin across his back and bakugo has to point it out to him because he didnt know it was there and its very glittery and magic looking, not done in normal ink and it must be pretty old too because he has loads of scars over it

and aizawa just wants to yell because how the fuck did no one notice this child covered in tattoos

[weirdoldmanhoho]

Headcanon meme: ed, winry, Armstrong & izumi

this is going to be long, so get ready. but thanks for so many, this was fun!

Headcanon A:  realistic

Ed: Ed still loves alchemy after the Promised Day, and he’s still one of the most skilled at alchemical theory in the world, even if he can’t practice it - he writes books on the subject and stays up-to-date with Alchemy journals and scientific publications - but he starts to find other places to put his passion a couple years after the Promised Day. It’s not healthy for him to only dwell on alchemy and what he lost, and he wants to find other ways to do good. Most of all, he still wants to be able to MAKE things.

When he settles back in Resembool, he becomes an apprentice to a carpenter and learns how to build things with his hands. He makes furniture for his and Winry’s future house. He builds his son’s crib. Edward becomes nationally known for his books on alchemic theory, but he becomes locally know for crafting sturdy and well-made furniture. (He never quite loses his terrible sense of style, though. Some of the pieces he makes for himself and Winry still feature skulls and dragon heads. She’s appalled, but used to it.)

Winry: Winry keeps her last name after she marries Edward. The name Rockbell is already famous in the field of automail, and by the time they marry the name Winry Rockbell has become well known - as much as she loves Edward, she doesn’t want to give up the name and legacy she’s proud of or the reputation she’s already acquired. She suggested she take the name Rockbell-Elric at first, but it was Ed who suggested he just change HIS name to Edward Rockbell. (For one, less hassle, he says. And also he kind of wants to distance himself as much as possible from the famous Fullmetal Alchemist after he resigns.)

Armstrong: (wasn’t sure if you meant Alex or Olivier, so I went with Olivier) After the Promised Day, Olivier goes back to Briggs. She would be able to move up the ranks and accept a promotion in Central easily, but she’s more dedicated to her men and protecting the Northern Wall than she wants to move up the ladder - and because she doesn’t trust anyone else to do it correctly. Everyone in Central is a little relieved to see her go.

Izumi: Izumi is an orphan - both her parents died when she was young and she was raised in an orphanage. It’s part of why she was so willing to take in the Elrics after learning about their situation - she understood exactly what they were going through. She’s desperately wanted a family since she was young, and it’s why she takes so much pride and joy in being part of one.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

Ed: I don’t even think this is THAT unrealistic, but Ed basically becomes an Amestrian Cryptid. Nobody even really knew who the Fullmetal Alchemist was when Ed WAS working for the military - and it only gets worse after the Promised Day. The soldiers and onlookers from that day talk about what happened, only none of them actually understand what happened so there are all these crazy, exaggerated, conflicting accounts. 

The Fullmetal Alchemist becomes a legend. Some say he was a real person who helped save his country. Others say he’s just a mythical figure used by the military to make themselves look better. People say he has the power of god himself. Others say he was just a kid with a bad temper. People swear he was half metal. Nobody knows who Edward Elric really was, and years later historians and authors try and track him down for interviews, just to find a disgruntled stay-at-home dad who wants them off his lawn.

Winry: Winry is really, really good at math. She can do crazy calculations in her head without even trying. Edward tried to race her once. Al provided the questions and they raced to see who could solve them all correctly fast enough. Winry won.

Armstrong: Olivier actually has a pretty feminine style (I mean look at that beautiful long hair and pink lip gloss - she definitely takes pride in being tough as nails and still looking pretty and feminine.) If she’s not in uniform, which is rare, she’s been known to actually wear frilly blouses and pink clothing. Somehow it’s more terrifying to see her looking pretty and feminine, knowing she could still kill you without blinking. (She absolutely delights in that.)

Izumi: She absolutely loves and dotes on Edward’s kids and is basically a grandmother to them. She becomes totally different around them - sweet and sugary, always bringing them toys and giving them treats and performing alchemy for them when they want to see it - and Ed (and Al) are slightly terrified of the change. Ed’s kids don’t understand why their dad is afraid of Grandma Izumi.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

Ed: Ed has a complicated relationship with food. He developed an eating disorder during the first year after Al lost his body. He felt guilty being able to eat when Al couldn’t and tended to skip meals, playing it off like he just wasn’t hungry. Really, it was about punishing himself for putting Al in that state. Automail takes a lot of energy and calories to operate, though, so the Rockbells never let it fly. Alphonse picked up on what he was doing to and became just as adamant about forcing Ed to eat.

Winry: Sometimes, Winry’s glad Ed lost his alchemy. She feels horrible for thinking so because she knows how much he misses it, but she can’t help but associate alchemy with the thing that ruined Ed and Al’s life. Alchemy was what stole their bodies. Alchemy was what made them leave home. In a very irrational way, Ed’s lack of alchemy almost assures her he won’t run off again - but she knows it’s irrational and feels guilty every time she thinks it. 

Armstrong: Olivier cared for Buccaneer romantically - she’s never wanted to marry or start a family (her ambitiouns and dedication to her job too great, and the Briggs army is the only family she really needs) but she had loved him, and she thinks it was the closest she would ever get to having a romantic partner. She wouldn’t have pursued anything if he had lived, but she misses him more than she will ever say when he’s gone. 

Izumi: Izumi dies fairly young - late thirties to early forties. Hohenheim managed to make her more comfortable, but nothing could fix the strain not having some of her organs put on her body. She’s just grateful she got to live as long as she did, and she thinks she had a good life all things considered - she got to see the two boys she loves like sons get their bodies back and do great things, she got to watch them grow up and one of them start a family of his own. She got GRANDKIDS, which she never expected. In the end she had the family she always wanted, and she was happy.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

Ed: Despite loving attention, Ed’s actually more of an introvert (compared to Al being an extrovert.) This seems backwards with their temperaments - Ed loud and outgoing, Al reserved - but while Al wants to meet as many people as possible and thrives on being social, I think Ed would honestly be fine holing up with no company and a mountain of books for weeks on end if Winry/Al didn’t drag him out of the house.

He likes people fine, he just gets really exhausted dealing with them and he’s a bit socially awkward in that he doesn’t really know how to deal with people - which just tends to make him look like a prickly asshole. He’s actually a lot like his father in this way, though not nearly as awkward as Hohenheim was.

Winry: Winry visits New Ishval during it’s reconstruction to meet the people that her parents gave their lives for. She even helps in the rebuilding while she’s there and offers automail, free of charge, for those who need it.

Armstrong: I know I said that Olivier had romantic feelings for Buccaneer, but she also definitely had a HUGE crush on Izumi. She respects that the other woman is in a loving relationship and doesn’t act on it, but she also secretly thinks that if it came down to it, she could probably beat Sig in a fight for Izumi’s affections.

Izumi: Izumi forges an awkward…not friendship, really, but sense of camaraderie with Roy post Promised Day. Roy sends her some kind of letter thanking her for helping him when he lost his sight, Izumi sends back a scathing four-page reply insulting him and everything he stands for after she figures out he was the one who convinced Ed to join the military, (It’s addressed to “Dog”) but at the very end, there’s one sentence sort of thanking him for making sure those boys didn’t get killed during those four years - in a very roundabout way.

They don’t really get along, but their love for the Elrics and their experiences on the Promised Day bring them together. They end up more like weird in-laws than friends.

[bledcrimson]

ok actually no graphics just me u kno. ready to yell. more bc ok uh

so i’d like to point out that jack is definitely not stupid; not only is he an alchemist, he’s an alchemist who mastered archaic godlike alchemy. for a refresher, if what arlen says about the kingdom of rebis can be taken as Fact: 

the royals were the alchemists. the king built the golems & those golems essentially powered the ENTIRE KINGDOM. for 1000 years, rebis functioned on the “grand arcanum” & this was done likely in a manner that wasn’t sacrificing human lives. golems don’t have souls, they’re like automatons. they’re controlled by an outside force, so it isn’t necessarily playing god to make a golem. much as it arguably isn’t playing god to make a chimera, because it isn’t “creating a soul”, which really seems to be the big problem. 

so jack was able to use rebis’ grand arcanum to revive the entirety of siam-sid. he populated it with other mythic humanoids, because golems were made as automaton servants, not as citizens. & mythic humanoids DO have souls. it’s been shown that other people have been turned into “golems”, which really means that jack was able to turn other people into mythic humanoids, which means he basically made a bunch of enkidus. of course, since he did a lot of this with the grand arcanum, the mythic humanoids he made were only able to speak rebisic, which is a dead language to basically anyone not jack or arlen. which is why they don’t talk to ed. not that they couldn’t, but because al is right, they don’t speak amestrian. these beings have personalities. they’re talking to each other when ed, al, arlen, & hawkeye arrive in siam-sid. they’re not mindless at all.

now, jack also had a philospher’s stone to help in what he was doing, but as he mentions, it’s flawed. so whatever he was doing really was Unnaturally Divine. by the logic of the method of creating a philosopher’s stone, it actually isn’t infinite. it just has a lot of power. if cornello’s little flawed ring could do “miracles” that convinced people that he was a prophet of god, then what can something like jack’s stone do? obviously, it must have the power to maintain an entire city. 

but due to its flaws, there is backlash & that’s most clearly seen in jack & elma having “nonhuman” forms. notably, elma’s has way more humanoid features than jacks, & that’s because jack has been taking all the backlash from the flawed stone. still, it’s a testament to his ingenuity, skill, & power that he was able to do all of this, even with the philosopher’s stone involved, people can’t do things on that level unless they actually UNDERSTAND what they’re doing so thats that thanks for coming to my tedtalk

[writing-radionoises]

❝ GET A LOAD OF THIS MONSTER ! ❞

Irony is something common in this world. For example, you best friend, Craig, is a ghost, and his husband, Tweek, is a witch. Actually, he's more of a ghost hunter. Wendy is a fallen angel, and her girlfriend, Bebe, is a succubus. Cartman is a demon, and his ex-girlfriend is a nymph. You find that ironic because Heidi was the calmest, sweetest, forest nymph in existence. All she wanted was someone to care for her the way Mother Nature had once. However, after Cartman, she became rather chaotic an aggressive. She doesn't trust men anymore, which is why when you go to see her, you keep your female form.   You don't see much of him, but you know that Token is an angel while Clyde is a fairy. You can kind of see how they got attached to each other, but no relationship could also fit quite as well as Stan and Kyle's. Tweek and Craig was pretty close to a perfect relationship, outside of the irony of it. Stan is one of Satan's twins, keeper of Hellhounds. So, as expected, he's a rather powerful person an to be feared. Kyle, on the other hand, has telekinesis. You like to call him Carrie, in reference to the popular book. Not ot mention how similar the two seem at times. The ginger has always had trouble with anger. Seeing that you've introduced all your friends into this story, it might be a wise idea to throw yourself into the mix. Your name is Kenny McCormick, you're a succubus. Before the reader assumes anything, you do have morals. You have a little girl at home, she's not biologically yours, but you like to call her your own. Karen, that's her name. She was dumped off due to being half angel and half demon, no creature wanted her but you. And you make sure she knows that. You cherish Karen constantly, yoru free time goes into loving her and doing things with her. It's not her fault she was born this way. She has found some interest in some of your other friends' siblings and such. Craig's little living sister, Tricia, is one of her best friends. Kyle's brother, Ike, is the same way. Tricia has always been highly involved in your world, more than her own. You've expected this, considering that she lost her brother at such a young age and, until recently, had never actually seen his ghost form. However, that does not stop Craig from being overprotective of her. Ike is Kyle's adopted brother, is the son of a demon and a human, though was raised by a witch for most of his life. Thus, Ike is someone who visits hell on weekends and every other Christmas while also possessing the talent of witchcraft since he was two. Now days, at age thirteen, Ike is raised by Kyle's mother, a simple human. He practices witchcraft on his own. Speaking of ages, Karen's birthday was a couple days ago. That's mainly why you're aware of all the current events in your friends circle, as all of you gather every time one of you turns thirteen, eighteen, or thirty. Significant ages for creatures like your own. Most of you weren't met to live past fifteen. It's easy to say that you have had a tiring and worrisome week.  For one, it was the first event Craig had actually revealed himself to everyone at. Since Tricia turned thirteen a couple months ago, he decided it was probably time to stop hiding himself. He isn't a pleasant sight to wake up to first in the morning, though it sure was a surprise for Tricia to find out that, yes, while Craig was nineteen, he still had the body of an eleven year old. It was also quite a mess when you had to shove Bebe in the closet when she tried to give the kids Sex ED. It explains why you're here in the bar, now. You just wanna get laid, or maybe find some friends. Whatever cleanses your mind of worrying. While Tweek and Craig were watching the kids during their sleepover, you couldn't help but worry. Most mythical creatures don't survive after thirteen. Especially cross breeds. That's when a very sober blond sits beside you and tilts their head to the side. Their eyes are a light blue, and you can just barely see hints of a sunflower tattoo on their shoulder. They wore a light blue sweater, like their eyes, and a white skirt that fell to their knees. "What's a pretty gal like you doing in here?" They ask, very clearly confused. "Could ask you the same thing," you responded, taking a sip from your cup. It takes you a moment to register that they referred to you as female, as you quickly glance down at your outfit and nod to yourself. Right form. They roll their eyes, a slight smile on their face, "Well, I'm Marjorine, but most people call me Butters. Came out here to find a witch, I think his name was Tweek . . . ? My parents said I'm sick, hehe . . ." You smile back, realizing that they meant no harm, "I'm Mackenzie, but call me Kenny. I know Tweek, he's busy tonight. Mind me asking for your pronouns? And why they say your sick?"   Marjorine stares for a moment before snapping back to reality and nodding, "Oh, uh, well . . . Gender neutral, I guess. They say I'm sick because I'm genderfluid . . ." Your smile quickly turns upside down as you pat them gently. It seems your aura has drawn this one to you. You always get the insecure ones, it seems. "I may seem a bit quick to judge, but . . . Wanna come to my place? Get it on?" You question, an eyebrow raised and a smirk on your lips. You've done this one too many times. They freeze for a moment, staring up at you in both confusion and slight fear, "I-I'm sorry, what?" "Sex. I want you to fuck me," you clarify voice raised back up to a normal tone instead of a seductive whisper. "No." The stern answer that comes out of their mouth surprises you, confusing you before you proceed to convince. "Aww, come on. I can be anything you want. I can male," with a snap of your fingers, your long blond hair is cut short, and your jawline sharp. "I can be a masculine female," snap. "I can a feminine male." snap. "I can even be all of the above, or neither." Snap. Your form changes to whatever you say. Brunette. Noirette. Ginger. Tattoos. No tattoos. Piercings. Anything and everything the blond wants. Yet, they still shake their head. "You be what you wanna be, fella. It's wrong for me to tell you how to present," Marjorine answered, reaching to pull something on their shoulder, only to discover it wasn't there. Your mind draws a blank as you half mindedly snap your fingers and return to your female form. You've never dealt with someone who said no. "What's the problem? Got a girlfriend or a wife to worry about? They won't find out~" You continue to try and persuade, yet Marjorine shakes their head once again. "Sorry, I'm not interested," they smiled cheerfully, "Sex isn't something I want to experience yet. I'd like to get to know you, though." Your brain shuts down, deciding that maybe it wasn't worth the trouble as you continue talking to them, "Fine, fine. What do you want to know?" "You're a succubus, aren't you? Kyle told me something about how people up here aren't normal. He wanted me to find a witch named Tweek an that his husband would be able to help me . . ." Marjorine said, beginning to ramble before shutting themselves up. You nod along with the phrases, "Yeah, there's only a couple humans up here. They're mainly hippies trying to get away from society," you say with a snicker of laughter. "What kind of creatures are up here?" They question, leaning over the bar as their curious blue eyes pour into your violet ones. You begin to ramble on about everyone you've met up here in the small mountain town of South Park. You mainly talk about Kyle and his powers, how he threw you through a wall in rage one time, and how he met Stan. It quickly turns into you talking about Stan and his twin brother, Damien, as the two sons of Satan. You talk about Tweek and Craig, about how they knew each other since kindergarten when Craig died very suddenly and Tweek took on his mother's place as the family witch. You don't mention how Craig died or Tweek's dad. You felt sickened to even mention his mom, even though she had nothing to do with all the drama between the Tweaks an Tuckers. You change the subject to Tricia, Ike, and Karen. You talk about how they're the only surviving mythical children up here so far, about how Karen is practically your daughter and how protective Craig can get over the three. Marjorine listens intently to all you have to say, they say they met Kyle in middle school, before he snapped and moved away from the big city to conceal his powers. They used to be close to Cartman before they figured out how much he was manipulating them. You two talk for hours on end before you decide you need to get home, and offer to take Marjorine with you to see Tweek and Craig since they were babysitting at his house. You take Marjorine home, where Kyle welcomes them from the house next door using the name Butters. They talk for a bit and marjorine mentions they'd rather go by that  name than Butters, the ginger apologies and you head inside. Tweek sits in the living room, doodling something while you head upstairs to check on your dark angel. Ike, Tricia, and Karen lay on the mattress on the floor, covered in blankets an plushies with a flashlight on next to Karen's side of the bed. Craig isn't far from the bed, sitting in a chair and playing with one of the baby dolls Tricia brought. Hearing you open the door, he blindly looks around for the source of the sound with his empty and bloody sockets. You tap on the door and his blank gaze meets your bright one. "K . . . Kenny?" He questions, voice raspy and dry. You nod, forgetting he can't see such an action and adding on, "Yeah, it's me. Is Karen okay?" He cracks a weak smile, the moonlight reflecting off of the glass pieces in his neck, "Better than ever."

[sebtea]

let’s play 20 questions~!

@wewalkadifferentpath tagged me so I’m doing it

·         Top 5 things you love about yourself: 1- my sassiness 2- my stubbornness 3- my not giving a fuckness 4- the fact that I can create characters in my head and write them awesome stories 5- that I’m caring

·         What is the sweetest, nicest thing someone could ever do for you? I want to say being there. But I also want to say putting up with all of my bullshit. Like a lot of people have stuck around even though I’m a sucky friend

·         Do you like hugs? I’ve grown to like hugs more than I used to and I think I spend a lot of time finding friends who are touch starved like me so that I can cuddle them

·         A library or a carnival? pffft library. People throw up at carnivals fuck that shit

   Do you have any recurring themes in your dreams?

Meh? I’ve had a couple of dreams that have happened like twice. But I find a lot of my dreams take place in my Grandmother’s old house with my family, or my apartment with my roommates. Anger and throwing up seem to be big things. And not being able to express myself properly and than getting frustrated  

 ·          Favorite song this year/month/whatever: huh I feel like a cycle through a lot of songs. The Hamilton soundtrack seems to be one of my go tos and songs from pop goes punk. Oh for a while I had Ed Shreen Shape of you stuck in my head

·         What mythical/fairy tale/supernatural creature would you like to be and why? I wanna say vampire but like it depends on what kind of vampire. Maybe an alien cause earth is awful and I can be from not here. But I think really I’d love to be the God/goddess of death 

·         Your top 3 OT3: ot3s? I don’t really have any but they’d all be with my baby Tony Stark. So like Tony, Clint and Bucky. Or Tony, Rhodey, and Pepper. Or Tony, Bruce and I don’t know someone that’s not steve.

·         Your top 3 fictional friendships: ugh god I gotta actually think about this. Rhodey and Tony though I also hella ship them. Tony and Peter though it’s kind a father son relationship. Tony and JARVIS

·         You come home late one day and find a vampire hiding in your bathroom, what do you do? Text my friends. Try to convince it to eat my brother and see if it can get high from his blood. Try to get it to turn me.

·         Top 5 favorite books: …..wow I think I hate this question okay. More Than This, Station Eleven, Everyday, Born to Rock and Welcome to Nightvale

·         What’s your go to solution when you’re sad? ugh freak out, call my friend, trigger a panic attack, spiral into hell. Make a cup of tea and do some chore of some sort and repress the hell out of it.

·         A castle or a cottage in the woods? castle fuck everyone else.

·         A trope you wish was used more often: That falling in love takes time. That you don’t just look at someone and love them. You spend hours talking to them and figuring out who they are. And that love isn’t just romantic. It’s also friendship and sometimes friends are the best thing in the world.

·         A trope you’re tired of:  kissing people without pression to make them fall in love with you? Like no? you have no right to kiss anyone. No matter how in love you think you are. You ask for that fucking shit 

·         What character(s) would you like to have as a romm-mate(s) and why? huh I’m thinking like dorm roommate and I’m think no one cause I hate people. But if like apartment roommate than maybe Greg Lestrade from BBC Sherlock. I think it’d be great and he’d just leave case files about. Also the teen titans.

·         Any unusual headcanons? Tony has is on the autism spectrum. He learns some ASL because of it and is a selective mute.

·         Do you have a pet and if not, would you like one? I’ve got a pet snake named Snape. I would love a cat. Or just more pets. I really love animals 

·         Do you change your favorite color or do you stick with one? My favourite colour has always been blue. For a while it was baby blue. Then it was a darker blue and now I think it’s a light greyish blue. But like blue is my primary colour always. 

·         Alcohol or chocolate? Chocolate I guess. 

tag 10 ppl when you’re done nah. Do it if you want. Don’t care.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #81

“maybe i’m a misfit, maybe i’m different, it will never be an average existence.”

how does alcohol affect you?   i flush, i get talkative, and very silly. have you ever inhaled helium?   no. what is your favorite kind of pasta?   spaghetti with lots of sauce and meatballs. ;3; what are you hungry for right now, if anything?   food? do you ever get eczema?   rarely. are you a fidgety sort of person?   yep have you ever mowed a lawn?   no. do you enjoy corn on the cob?   yum! in your opinion, what’s the ideal age to start having children?   mid 20s.  your body is prepared and at a pretty fertile point, and usually, you're at a mature enough mentality by this age. are you a seafood person?   noooo. have you ever dated someone with an accent different than yours?   no. have you ever worked two jobs at once?   hell no.  i'd never manage. who does most of the housework around your house?   my mom, bless her. how many glasses of water do you drink a day?   none. what brand is your desktop or laptop?   sager have you ever lived on a university campus?   nope. have you ever shaved your face?   no. do you get motion sickness?   i do not. are there any mountains nearby where you live?   no. does sitting in waiting rooms drive you insane?   YEP.  YEAH.  YES.  INDEED.  I'M IMPATIENT /AS FUCK/ do you ever put sticky notes around the place to remind yourself of things?   no. do you like jalapenos?   MMMMMMMMMM OBBY your name?   brittany would you like to visit venice?   ABSOLUTELY! did you ever eat leaves when you were a kid?   no? o-o are there any ‘keep off the grass’ signs where you live?   nope. have you ever walked on the grass with such a sign?   no, i have respect. do you like kiwis?   yaaaaas!! have you ever experienced an earthquake?   nope. has anyone ever tried stealing your boyfriend/girlfriend away?   yep.  little bitch failed. (: do you like your phone?   not particularly. would you rather drink orange juice or milk?   milk have you ever slept in the same bed of the opposite sex?   yes. do you like condoms?   never used one ever been to a bar?   no. how old were you when you lost your virginity?   i'm 21 and still haven't what is something you DON’T like about the person you like?   he doesn't support/believe in me. do you look good in red lipstick?   i think so. are you good at editing pictures?   i think so.  kinda have to be when you're a photographer. where did you last go swimming?   colleen's, i think. are you one of those people that post EVERYTHING you are doing on facebook?   no.  i barely post ANYTHING unique to me on facebook.  i usually just share things i find really funny or very important/influential. are you any good at public speaking?   NO NO NO 1,000 TIMES NO who did you last see in concert?   alice cooper how many days a week would you say you take a nap?   idk nowadays since we're in the middle of moving.  things are hectic. what is the first thing you do when you get on the computer?   i open up facebook. what do you mainly watch on youtube?   good mythical morning or let's plays, usually by markiplier. do you sing in the shower?   veeery rarely.  i don't sing much. what do people most pick on you about?   i'm rather dependent on the internet and i don't socialize a lot. if you were a professional sports player, what sport would it be?   dance would you rather go to the mountains or the beach?   mountains! if you could live anywhere, where would it be?   utah, probably. is napoleon dynamite actually a good movie?   i honestly like it.  it's awkwardly funny. how many pair of flip flops do you own?   two, i think. ever been to rehab/jail?   no sir. highest level of school completed?   some college where do you keep your birth certificate?   in a locked safe. could you handle being in the military?   NOOOOOOOOOOOPE have you ever had a bad concert experience?   nope! when was the last time someone told you that you were beautiful/good-looking? do people often tell you this?   tyler yesterday, and no. can you handle blood?   yeah, blood's fine. what is your opinion on canada?   pretty place. what movie can you watch over and over and never get bored?   oh my goooosh, "white chicks" when eating something are you more concerned with taste or nutrition?   taste. do you tend to act paranoid around people you don’t know?   YEP have a good singing voice, or would you rather not sing?   naaah, my voice isn't that steady. do you want to go to pregnancy classes?   you mean, whenever i am pregnant?  no.  one, i don't particularly want to deal with an estrogen ocean, and two, my mother knows like.  everything about this stuff.  might as well just ask her. do you ever cringe at the thought of living in a disgusting house?   YEAH.  I AM HONESTLY HORRIFIED OF EVER GETTING TO THE POINT OF NOT CARING FOR MY HOUSE OH MY GOD. what do you doodle on your papers?   usually meerkats. have you ever cut someone else’s hair?   no do you have a wild imagination?   i honestly think so. do you own a wok?   no. do you like going to weddings?   no.  i get triggered. what type of ice cream is your favorite?   vanilla how many long term relationships have you been in?   one. what job do you think deserves to be paid higher?   TEACHERS what do you think about abortion?   it's fucking modern day child sacrifice.  you're killing children to satisfy the desires of another person.  that.  is.  murder. have you read shiloh?   yesss, i loved those books and the movies!!! do you go to church every sunday?   no. have you ever fell for a player, even though you KNEW he was a player?   nope. do you know any guys with their nipples pierced?   no. favorite beatles song?   not a big fan, but "hey, jude" have you ever seen a tornado?   no, thank god. what’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever cried about?   HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- do you like peanut butter?   yeah!! own a lava lamp?   no, i wish. ever faked an orgasm?   nope. what scars on your body do you have?   two on my chin from passing out onto it, and one long one on my left shin from scratching the shit out of it. ever did something sexual in public?   only a very simple kiss, never even making out. do you like the taste of squid or eel?   never tried it, NEVER will. ever date anybody in middle school?   psh, for like a month, i barely woulda even called it "dating." did you like to get dirty when you were little?   to a degree. own anything that has to do with dragons or unicorns?   dragons, yeah. believe in mermaids/mermen?   no.  watched an interesting documentary about them once, though.  thought it was quite interesting.  supposedly, even if they did exist, they'd have to live in the deep ocean and be morbidly obese to survive. how many times have you snuck out of the house?   never. ever wanted to be a vet?   once upon a time. ever centered your life around a person?   yeah, and it ruined me. are you doing anything else on the computer while you do this?   i'm listening to good mythical morning.  oh my gosh guys, i'm a month behind from the hospital visit, living with colleen, etc... i've missed my boys so much. :') ever written your number in a public bathroom or a school text book? if so, did anyone actually call you?   nope. how many of your friends are from california?   i don't think i have any, even online. do you go tanning?   nope. ever been horseback riding?   no. :c ever done oral? with how many people?   yeah, with one person. did you know you can get stds from doing that?   as an adult i know that, but honestly, never knew that back in the family life/sex ed days.  cooper's sex ed was HORRIBLE.  we barely learned anything other than vast information about hiv/aids. if you’re a girl, do you wear sports bras or padded bras?   neither sports or padded.  they're just... normal? how many brothers does your father have?   none what’s the nicest meal you’ve ever eaten?   oh my god, this steak at miss randi's wedding.  it was HEAVENLY. have you ever slept on the floor with someone you like?   on a palette, yes. which do you prefer: french toast, bagels, or cereal?   french toast do you prefer light or dark haired?   dark do you want to cut your hair?   it needs a trimming is it okay if you kiss people when you’re single?   no.  if you're not even dating, you don't need to be that serious. do you only wish the best for your ex?   ... in certain ways. do you think that once people get married, they eventually fall “out of love”?   no, that's fucking stupid. if you found out you were pregnant who would you tell first?   my mom, probably. what are your chances of getting with your crush?   he's more than a crush, but literally none. name a band you’d like to see live?   oh my GOSH, metallica. who’s your best friend/s?   don't think i really have one anymore. how many times have you been on a plane?   twice.  one occasion i don't remember; i was too young. what’s your opinion of root beer?   yucky. ;~; is there anyone you would take a bullet for?   jason and my mom. which of the seven deadly sins do you commit the most?   sloth who’s your celebrity crush?   link neal oh god right now, what’s your dream career?   professional wildlife photographer did you have a furby when you were younger?   i did what part of your body are you self-conscious about?   my stomach would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents?   carve pumpkins favorite kind of candy?   hm.  sour punch straws, maybe. have you been diagnosed with any mental disorders?   yes: chronic depression, chronic anxiety, post-traumatic stress disorder, and bipolarity ii.  HOWEVER, i think i have more than just bipolarity; i am 100% convinced i have borderline personality disorder. which branch of science do you find the most interesting?   biology, probably.  genetics. if you were given the chance to be immortal, would you take it?   nope. were you a planned baby?   i think so. were your parents married when you were born?   yes. which parent do you get along with best?   mom, i guess. do you have step-parents?   my dad's remarried, but i don't call her "mom" or anything. are you scared of growing up old alone?   it's my #1 fear.  i am horrified of it. do you like walking in the rain?   NO.  i HATE being wet with clothes on. what is your favorite dessert?   donuts or vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup has anyone ever been in love with you?   i... like to think jason was. are you afraid of falling in love?   i'm afraid of doing it again, yes.  the first time just about killed me, so w/e. do you judge other people by the bands they like?   no, that's ridiculous. have you been to an emergency room in the past three months?   yes. would you rather be blind or deaf?   blind do you want an ex back?   yes. when people sneeze do you say ‘bless you’?   yeah. have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced?   it was pierced for years, but then the fucking hole closed when i had to take it out due to hospitalization. e_e can you trust most people?   nope. has anyone hurt or betrayed you recently?   yup. do you expect to be married in the next two years?   definitely not. is there anyone you would seriously punch right now if you had the chance?   if i knew it would go unpunished, honestly, yeah. name the person that has honestly hurt you the most in life?  jason. how many times have you checked up on your ex?   more times than i care to admit.  i can't anymore, though.  he has me blocked on facebook and i don't have his phone number or anything. your bf/gf wants to buy you a present… what should they buy?   if i actually had a boyfriend, something with meerkats. ever known anyone who could “see right through” you?   jason was the only one.  he was so special. would it scare you to know someone could read your mind?   YUP have you ever broken a couple up?   i honestly feel like i was partially responsible.  i've told ya'll about the situation with this kid joel when i was like 12, and he broke up with my best friend of the time because he wanted me. ever kissed someone who was in a relationship?   no. what do you think of friends with benefits?   it's foolish do you like mushrooms?   no no no no are you allergic to cats?   debatable.  idk. do you put clothes on your animals?   no. do you like cheese?   only american what’s your favorite television show?   "fullmetal alchemist" have you ever babysat?   once is it possible to be “just friends” with someone you had feelings for?   if your feelings were/are genuine, hell no. what’s your second favorite color?   pink have you ever been involved in an affair?   no. do you refuse to use public toilets?   99% of the time, yes. where is your favorite place to get fries?   bojangle's!!! what is your favorite gaming console?   ps2 have you ever been to a baby shower?   more than once. are you currently in a relationship? if so, do you think it will last?   as of yesterday actually, yes.  do i think it'll last, i don't know. how many romantic relationships have you been in so far?   only one.  who knows if the one i'm in now will get there. have you ever been camping in the wilderness?   no, just in my front yard lol. do you have gluten intolerance or anyone who does?   my former best friend supposedly does. have you ever cried while watching a movie?   yeah. have you ever had a migraine?   yep. do you have a gym membership?   no. have you ever fainted?   yes. would you consider yourself very flexible?   not very anymore, nah. do you embarrass easily?   VERY VERY VERY OH MY GOD SO MUCH have you ever been banned from anywhere?   i don't think so. are any of your siblings married?   only my older, immediate sister.  my half-sister tiffany that i have nothing to do with, idk if she is. who was the last person to spend the night with you at your house?   chelsea do you have a hard time making decisions?   i am the literal Worst. who was your date to senior prom?   jason. does your dad smoke?   yes. is your mom over 50?   yes. do you want to get married?   yeah. have kids?   i... don't know if i want any anymore. do you have any plans to get a new tattoo or piercing?   i do. does anyone call you babe?   tyler does.  i'm not comfortable enough with him yet to say i don't like it, though. do you have a debit card?   no. why did you stop working at the last place you were employed?   my anxiety was too bad.  to the point i was vomiting every day when there. do you believe in saving sex for marriage?   i guess so.  i'm doing it now in my new relationship.  if jason had to wait and never got it, then so does he. do you think the drinking age in the usa should be lowered to 18?   no. do you believe most people are good people deep down?   most, yes. who do you look more like, your dad or your mom?   i've heard both. what is the nearest big city to you?   raleigh do your parents have facebook accounts?   mom does. does/did either of your parents serve in the military?   no do you like sour candy?   more like love.

[pardontheglueman]

Marching Through the Streets of Rhydyfelin

A response to The Wales Arts Review’s Roundtable discussion

Pop Music: Searching for the young soul rebels- why has pop given up on politics.

For an unreconstructed Socialist, who is also a passionate believer in the power of protest music, this opening discussion promised to be the ideal way to launch The Wales Arts Review’s much anticipated Millennium Centre symposium. The inclusion of Rhian E Jones (Critic and author of Clampdown: Pop-Cultural Wars on Class and Gender), Richard Parfitt (Songwriter / Former member of 60ft Dolls and senior lecturer in Music and Performing Arts, Bath Spa University) and Gray Taylor (writer and member of Goldie Lookin’ Chain), on a panel to be chaired by our very own Craig Austin, promised a forensic examination of a key cultural question. We seemed in safe hands, what could go wrong?

Perhaps the writing was on the wall, even before the debate began. Following Adrian Masters and Adam Somerset’s warmly received introductory remarks, most of the critics present decided to take up the undoubtedly tempting option of attending the launch of The Wales Arts Review’s excellent ‘Fiction Map Of Wales’ anthology in an adjoining room. It was immediately noticeable how many younger critics had joined the exodus – further proof perhaps of youthful dis-engagement with politics, or pop, or both?  A quick glance around the Victor Salvi Function Room revealed that just three dozen or so hardy souls had remained behind to man the barricades.

I wasn’t altogether surprised. The evening before, I had cast my bread upon the listless waters of the internet, randomly pitching phrases into the all-powerful search engine like ‘Why pop isn’t political anymore?’ or ‘Why isn’t pop angry?’, to be met by and large, with barely a ripple upon the stagnant pond of political discourse. An inexact science for sure, but somewhat discouraging, nevertheless.There was the obligatory rallying call by Billy Bragg, but little else. A piece in Village Voice, from 2006, another American piece ‘Apocalypse Then: Why Rock isn’t angry any more’, dating from 2010, a short analysis by Smashing Pumpkin’s frontman Billy Corgan, headed ‘Billy Corgan thinks rock isn’t reaching teenagers anymore’ and, lastly, a blog by John Robb, ‘Why politics and music don’t mix anymore’, which provided a glimmer of hope, or, at least one heartfelt response to it did -

‘Well maybe some people just aren’t trying

We are

Hack attack

We just put it out today,

Suburban Mousewife

This seemed to warrant investigation. A quick search revealed a promising list of song titles that made explicit the radical, feminist protest music, I could expect to hear – ‘Botox Skin’, ‘Shopping’, ‘Gulags for Slags’, while their handful of youtube videos unveiled an all-girl, multi-racial, five-piece combo, playing a spiky brand of garage rock, behind a lead singer wielding a mean tambourine. It looked and sounded too good to be true, and indeed it was. A quick glance at their facebook page revealed the following message, dated 13th Feb 2013:

‘Big thanks to all you lovely people for your support. The band is on an extended break at the moment.’

An ill omen perhaps? The waste of a bloody excellent band name, certainly.

Suburban Mousewife

Disappointingly, the panel’s discussion never really got past first base, partly as a result of unavoidable time constraints, but mainly because the debate was strangely sidetracked into a cultural cul de sac which, to paraphrase Dylan, might best be termed Stuck inside of Newport, with the Bristol blues again. This amiable detour down memory lane was entertaining enough in its own right, but did little to address the wider political context the panel was supposed to be engaging with. Craig and Rhian tried bravely to steer the discussion away from the confines of South East Wales with a perceptive analysis of Ben Drew’s ‘Ill Manors,’ a genuinely threatening pop-protest song. Unfortunately, the forum never quite re-focused itself on the central proposition.

Incredibly, the whole debate passed by without any reference to the current political landscape. For the best part of twenty years, the mainstream political parties have been busy stealing each other’s clothes, cross-dressing their way to the mythical centre ground of British Politics. The Tories actually went into the last General Election with a manifesto commitment to ring-fence spending on the NHS, something which Labour, its creator and proud champion, steadfastly refused to do. Furthermore, the coalition between Britain’s then most right-wing and left-wing mainstream parties, desperately cobbled together after the last election, has increasingly served to apply a brake to radical dissent. It’s in this context of unprincipled allegiances and bipartisan accommodations, that the weak-kneed response of today’s musicians can best be understood. Equally, the genuine prospect of this now fragile consensus being smashed apart at the next election by UKIP, and how this just might kick-start a slumbering protest movement into action, went altogether unexplored. It’s entirely possible that the resurrection of Rock against Racism, (the historical significance of which was barely mentioned), may now be more than this 52 yr old pop fan’s ultimate fantasy. In a fevered post-election climate, where the race card will not only be played, but undoubtedly dealt from the bottom of the pack too, an imaginative grassroots resistance could take many forms. Rap against Racism, anyone?

Similarly, Two–Tone, another protest movement with its roots in the politics of race, was never mentioned at all, despite it arguably producing the greatest pop protest song of all time – The Special’s number 1 hit,’ Ghost Town’. Indeed, UB40, a band on the fringes of Two-Tone, charted regularly at the time, with the most radical sequence of songs ever to infiltrate the playlists of mainstream radio. Between March 1980 and August 1981 the band scored five top twenty hits with songs about Third world starvation; ‘Food For Thought’, Racism in America; ‘King’, Nuclear war; ‘Earth Dies Screaming’, Atheism; ‘Don’t Let It Pass You By’, and Mass Unemployment; ‘One In Ten’.

Plausible reasons for the decline of political pop were flagged up, but not followed up, (the immediacy of the internet as a first preference for those with a personal manifesto, and conventional record company insouciance, being amongst the most convincing explanations.)  At the same time, rather too much of the discussion was given over to boxing Ed Sheeran about the ears, not that he didn’t deserve it following his cringe-worthy attempts to gladhand David Cameron at a recent gig. Even here, though, the chance was missed to broaden the discussion, by asking tough questions about why the recent folk revival was so insipid and non-political in nature.

Even where the discussion briefly came to life - every one of the panelists made perceptive comments about the impact of Brit Pop, and particularly the best song to come out of it, Pulp’s ‘Common People’- the theme could not be sustained. In all fairness, I should acknowledge here, the herculean nature of this particular task. It was a time after all, when Tony Blair was ruthlessly triangulating dissident opinion out of existence, constructing New Labour’s big tent, in which there was room for everyone, except Socialists of course. This was an age when there wasn’t any politics in politics, never mind in popular music.

Pop Music may be a young person’s game, but in the year when Pete Seeger passed away, where was the discussion about the role of the elder statesman in popular culture? Billy Bragg, our Seeger, justly escapes censure, but with Springsteen and Young still energetically campaigning in the USA, what do we make of Weller and Costello’s extended leave of absence from the front?

Admittedly, not everything could have been covered in the allotted 50 minutes, though it was clearly a mistake to guillotine the Q&A at the end, where some of these issues might have been taken up. The critic who ignored Craig’s genuine apology, and rattled off her question about the dominance of ex-public school pupils in today’s chart, caused quite a stir. I too, would have liked the chance to ask whether anybody had actually heard of Suburban Mousewife, and if not, whose fault would that have been - the band’s, the mediums or ourselves (in our guise as both critic and consumer)?  Or, I might have posited my pet theory that The Mighty Sparrow’s 1983 Soca classic, ‘Capitalism Gone Mad’, a diatribe about the cost of living crisis in Trinidad, if re-released now, in an age of economic meltdown, might just be the spark that ignites a world-wide revolution. The first verse alone, is enough to persuade me to get the red flag down from the attic, dust it off and start waving it about the streets of Rhydyfelin-

‘You got to be a millionaire or some kind of petit-bourgeoisie

Any time you’re living here in this country

You got to be in skulduggery, or making money illicitly

To live like somebody in this country

It’s outrageous and insane, them crazy prices in the Port Of Spain

And like the merchants going out dey brain

And the working man, like he only toiling in vain.’

The Mighty Sparrow - Champion of the Oppressed

Finally, though the panel saw little cause for optimism, the radicalisation of Scottish Youth in the referendum campaign has apparently made little impression on our guests, there is every prospect of a generational re-engagement with politics. The next election could be something of a watershed for Wales. A crass marriage of convenience between UKIP and the Tories could see things turn ugly very quickly. The cheap shot mantra “English votes for English laws”, has the potential to disseminate the seeds of division throughout the UK, which in all probability, will be seriously destabilised by massive constitutional change and the endless re-packaging of austerity. More positively though, a space seems to be opening up on the left, that an enlightened Green Party are well positioned to occupy.

England might be on the verge of electing the most right-wing Government in its history, at the exact same time that the people of Scotland are voting into office its most left-wing Parliament. Trapped in the vacuum, between two opposing philosophies, Wales will have to forge a new identity for itself. The conditions will then exist for freshly radicalised, free-thinking artists, to do the same.  

[douchebagbrainwaves]

WHY I'M SMARTER THAN SPAM

A distorted version of this idea has filtered into popular culture under the name mathematics is not at all like what mathematicians do. Actually it isn't. If you want to convince yourself, or someone else, that you are looking for investors you want to make code too dense. But if I did, it would be an important patent.1 And so ten years ago, writing software for end users was effectively identical with writing Windows applications.2 The non-gullible recipients are merely collateral damage. Fundraising is a chore for most founders, and I don't want to be good to think in rather than just to tell a computer what to do once you've thought of it is in painting. That has worked for Google so far. It's traditional to think of programs at least partially in the language that required so much explanation.3 If-then-else construct. Doesn't that show people will pay for.

That's the actual road to coolness anyway. Attitudes to copying often make a round trip. Programs We should be clear that we are never likely to have names that specify explicitly because they aren't that they are compulsive negotiators who will suck up a lot of discipline.4 It's very dangerous to let the competitiveness of your current round set the performance threshold you have to be introduced? There are two problems with this, though. If you know you have a statically-typed language without lexical closures or macros. Tip: for extra impressiveness, use Greek variables. Auto-retrieving spam filters would make the email system rebound. 01491078 guarantee 0.5

There's no reason to suppose there's any limit to the amount of spam that recipients actually see. At the time I thought, boy, is this guy poker-faced.6 The study also deals explictly with a point that was only implicit in Brooks' book since he measured lines of debugged code: programs written in more powerful languages.7 Why not as past-due notices are always saying do it now? The number one thing not to do is other things.8 He was like Michael Jordan. Meet such investors last, if at all. I think Lisp is at the top. So, if hacking works like painting and writing, is it as cool?

Godel's incompleteness theorem seems like a practical joke. If this is true it has interesting implications, because discipline can be cultivated, but I have never had to worry about this, it is probably fairly innocent; spam words tend to be large enough to notice patterns. If your numbers grow significantly between two investor meetings, investors will be hot to close, and if you put them off. There's one other major component of determination, but they're not entirely orthogonal. 2 raise a few hundred thousand we can hire one or two smart friends, and if I didn't—to decide which is better. Design This kind of work is hard to convey in a research paper. But we also knew that that didn't mean anything. If willfulness and discipline are what get you to your destination, ambition is how you choose it. If someone makes you an acceptable offer in the hope of getting a better one. What I'm proposing is exactly the opposite: that, like a thousand barely audible voices all singing in tune. The reason I've been writing about existing forms is that I think really would be a good idea to have fixed plans.9 Which they deserve because they're taking more risk.

Programs We should be clear that we are talking about the succinctness of languages, not of individual programs. Prefix syntax seems perfectly natural to me, except possibly for math. It could take half an hour to read a lot of papers to write about these issues, as far as I know, was Fred Brooks in the Mythical Man Month. I was being very clever, but I don't think there's any correlation. Whereas American executives, in their hearts, still believe the most important reader. Many investors will ask how much you like chocolate cake. We'll see. But it often comes as a surprise to me and presumably would be to send out a crawler to look at this actually quite atypical spam.10 If a hacker were a mere implementor, turning a spec into code, then you get a language that lets us scribble and smudge and smear, not a pen. You have to search actively for the tiny number of good books. Similarly, in painting, a still life of a few carefully observed and solidly modelled objects will tend to underestimate the power of something is how well you can use technology that your competitors, glued immovably to the median language has enormous momentum.

Where the just-do-it model fails most dramatically is in our cities—or at least something like a natural science.11 I think a greater danger is that they make deals close faster.12 It's not cheating to copy. And in fact, our hypothetical Blub programmer is looking down the power continuum, he doesn't know how anyone can get anything done in Blub? It's unlikely you could make something better designed. Richard Hamming suggests that you ask yourself what you spend your time on that's bullshit, you probably want to focus on the company. Like painting, most software is intended for a human audience. This a makes the filters more effective, b lets each user decide their own precise definition of spam, or even to compare spam filtering rates meaningfully. This is fine; if fundraising went well, you'll be able to match. In most adults this curiosity dries up entirely.

Notes

But those too are acceptable or at least for those interested in investing but doesn't want to live a certain level of incivility, the thing to do this all the red counties. Stone, op. What they must do is not work too hard to compete directly with open source project, but there has to be evidence of a placeholder than an ordinary programmer would never have come to accept that investors are interested in you, however, by doing another round that values the company is like math's ne'er-do-well brother.

9999 and. Reporters sometimes call us VCs, I know one very successful YC founder told me about several valuable sources.

To the principles they discovered. This is one way in which only a few old professors in Palo Alto, but that's the situation you find yourself in when the company might encounter is a good grade you had a strange task to write and deals longer to write an essay about it.

If big companies to build little Web appliances.

It may indeed be a predictor. Though it looks like stuff they've seen in the body or header lines other than salaries that you were still employed in your next round, no matter how good you are unimportant.

I apologize to anyone who had to push founders to have been about 2,000 computers attached to the modern idea were proposed by Timothy Hart in 1964, two years, it has no competitors.

Brand-name VCs wouldn't recapitalize a company, you have to resort to expedients like selling autographed copies, or at least, as reported in their closets. Surely it's better and it will seem like I overstated the case of Bayes' Rule. Francis James Child, who would in itself, not the second.

They overshot the available RAM somewhat, causing much inconvenient disk swapping, but he got there by another path.

We could have tried to preserve optionality. No, but when people in Bolivia don't want to learn. Related: Reprinted in Bacon, Alan ed. A great programmer will invent things, you need, you can, Jeff Byun mentions one reason not to quit their day job is one subtle danger you have to rely on social ones.

Proceedings of AAAI-98 Workshop on Learning for Text Categorization. If you have the perfect life, the fatigue hits you like a later Demo Day and they hope this will give you term sheets. 7% of American kids attend private, non-stupid comments have yet to be about 50%. In practice it's more like a little about how closely the remarks attributed to Confucius and Socrates resemble their actual opinions.

They could make it easier to take board seats for shorter periods. It would not be true that the payoff for avoiding tax grows hyperexponentially x/1-x for 0 x 1. I first met him, but it turns out to be a sufficient condition.

So the cost of writing software goes up more than you otherwise would have expected them to get market price, they tend to use an OS that doesn't lose our data.

Thanks to Brian Burton, Bob Frankston, Sarah Harlin, Robert Morris, Jackie McDonough, Trevor Blackwell, and Patrick Collison for sharing their expertise on this topic.