#hacking challenges

[blackmoreops]

Starter Guide on Hacking and Information Security: The Two Paths

Are you looking to break into the world of ethical hacking and cybersecurity? This comprehensive guide will show you the best ways to develop real hacking skills that can lead to a rewarding career in information security. Before we dive into the methods and resources, let’s be clear: ethical behaviour is non-negotiable in this field. This guide isn’t about gaining notoriety or impressing your…

[violent138]

I think that Jason's insistent on having no relation to the Bats as much as he can as a crime boss, and he enjoys refusing all normal attempts to communicate, so Dick and him have had to stage fights while conveying information in Tamaranean, mid throwing tables, chairs, escrima sticks, half a kitchen sink, one hapless goon's phone, and everything else at each other.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[everythingiisromantic]

this is the single sexiest thing two people can do btw

severance (2022) / challengers (2024) / hacks (2024) / secretary (2002)

[booksbluegurl]

Study Tip #2

How to not be overwhelmed by the vastness of your study syllabus?

I used to look at my one subject and get excited, but then I'd look at the another and another and another. And I'd get so excited to study that I wouldn't even want to study anymore. It felt like something that's too much to be done in the current moment. Or even in the whole day, week, month or year.

The way I fought through this is by sheer willpower. I do not exactly know of a hack. What I've done could be called a hack, because it worked for me perfectly but it takes a lot of will power that, let me tell you, you're definitely capable of.

Few steps that I used to not let myself feel overwhelmed before studying:

1: Let yourself actually feel overwhelmed. Don't get scared of it, don't shy away from it. Accept it. Whatever thoughts come to your mind, accept it. That's why I'm telling you to have some time set aside to analyse the syllabus. All of it. And when you do get overwhelmed, take a break, go for a walk and come back with the decision of doing what's in point 2.

Example:Lets say you have 15 chapters of English, 10 Chapters of Chemistry and 20 chapters of Biology. All of them are a little complex and lengthy. Go through the textbook, or the contents to atleast familiarise yourself with it all.

2: Now that you have good understanding of your syllabus, you must have atleast mentally broken it down into various parts. Now pick a part that you can do.

Example:Lets say you have picked up Cell Cycle from biology or you've picked up learning about particular poem from English or you've picked up Periodic Table from chemistry.

3: Often times we overestimate our boundaries specially if we're doing something for the first time, or after a long time. So, if you're panicking because you weren't able to finish the task you put for yourself (point 2), it's alright. You did great. Even if you have done is thousands times before, it's alright. Give yourself atleast 3-5 tries before judging yourself. That means, wait for the next 3-5 tasks. You'd likely be able to completely atleast 1 of them. How?

Example: Now, you realised that you weren't able to finish studying the whole chapter in a day. You're panicking but hold on, darling, let's take a deep breath, focus and will yourself to stay strong. Now, take one of these, let's say the cell cycle, break it down- 1. Read the contents of the chapter in text book.

2. Look at the diagrams, understand them, make them.

3. Read one topic at a time, let's say, Mitosis.

4. Do the questions of Mitosis.

5. Go to the next thing.

4: This time while setting how big or small that task should be, think about your last boundary: were you able to just scratch the line of the surface or were you far behind? And then set your next goal or task according to that.

One of the very important things to remember is that you shouldn't lose your hope. Everything is do-able. You just need to perhaps look at it for the 2nd or 3rd time. But you can do it.

- Tanishka.

Pictures from pinterest. Credit to the owners.

[marc--chilton]

hang on i'm once again thinking about house being stupid with love. stacy moved in with him a week after meeting him. that's HUGE change. could you imagine how much he'd have to be obsessing over her to make HIS home THEIR home??? and he still wasn't over her 5+ years later after everything either.

(and like. i wonder if there was ever a moment there for wilson where he's watching house and stacy be so witty and beautiful and in love together and thinking to himself, huh. so this is what that feels like.)

[blujaydoodles]

gotta admit, she wasn't expecting that 🥰

[lynzishell]

The Past 💛 Atlas

I’m in shock as they announce the winners of the hack-a-thon.

I entered a couple years ago and didn’t do very well, but I’ve learned a lot since then, so I entered again this year out of curiosity, just to see how far I’d come. When I saw my score was significantly higher than before, I was satisfied and likely would have left before the winners were announced if I wasn’t waiting for Asher to finish in the gaming competition.

I stand with the small crowd of people that have gathered to watch the competitors as they jump and duck and throw virtual blocks, and I allow myself the opportunity to observe him. His expression focused. His movements quick and precise. I become so mesmerized that when my name is called out, I nearly jump, forgetting for a moment where I am. I look up at the screen to see the words “First Place: Atlas Stephens” and glance around for a while before realizing there isn’t some stranger who coincidentally shares my name, I won.  

At the information desk, a bored teenager requests my ID and then returns it with a lackluster, “Congratulations,” and a slip of paper containing the details of where to pick up my prize.

I start making my way in that direction when Asher hops in front of me, “There you are!”

“Hey, how’d it go?”

“I got second place.”

“That’s great!”

“No,” he insists, “no, it’s terrible.”

“Terrible? Oh my god, you’re as bad as Lex.”

“Take that back. No one is as bad as Lex.”

I side-eye him incredulously, “Really? And yet you’re complaining about second place.”

“No, see, here’s the difference between me and Lex. If I had gotten, like, tenth place, I’d’ve been just fine.”

“I don’t get it.”

“If I come in tenth, then I know I didn’t stand a chance and I can let it go. But second? Now I’m going to spend the next twenty-four hours analyzing everything I did wrong or could’ve done better because any one of those things could’ve made the difference and gotten me first.”

“I see.”

“You don’t get it, do you?”

I shrug at him, “I guess I’ve just never been that competitive.”

“Interesting,” his tone is mildly sarcastic as if he doesn’t quite believe me but isn’t going to question me either, “How’d the hack-a-thon go then?”

“It was good,” I tell him as I fold the slip of paper into my back pocket.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“You’re not going to tell me you won?”

I let out a nervous laugh, “I didn’t want to rub it in while you were pouting over getting second.”

“A: I wasn’t pouting. B: I am perfectly capable of being happy for you and feeling sorry for myself at the same time. I’m quite talented.”

“Right, I’ll keep that in mind in the future.”

“Good. So, what did you win?”

“A computer, apparently. Some fancy model called 'The Immersive Bend' or something."

His eyes widen in surprise, “No shit? I should’ve been a programmer. I’ve been needing a new computer forever, but they’re so fucking expensive I can’t bring myself to do it.”

“Do you want it?”

“What? No, that’s not what I was saying.”

“I know. But do you want it?”

“No. It’s yours. You earned it.”

“I don’t need it. I love my computer, I built it myself, I don’t need another one. I only entered to see how I’d do, I didn’t care about the prize. I was honestly debating about not even picking it up, but if you can get some use out of it, then let’s go get it.”

“You’re serious?” He asks before letting out a groan, “I don’t know.”

“Tell you what, then, I’m going to pick it up and take it to your apartment and leave it there. You can do it with it what you want. Sell it, use it as a footrest, or hook it up and enjoy it.”

He finally cracks a smile, “Oh, so, you’re inviting yourself to my apartment now? Y’know, if you want to hang out with me, all you have to do is ask. You don’t have to bribe me.”

I don’t know what it is about the way he’s looking at me that makes me feel so bold, but the words come out of my mouth before I can even attempt to hold them in, “Do you want to go back to your place and hang out for a bit?”

“Yeah. I do.” His response is quick and definitive, like he didn’t even have to think about it, making it difficult for me to hide the smile that is stretching itself across my face.

“Okay, well, we should stop and pick this thing up first because I’m still leaving it at your apartment.”

“You’re not.”

“I am.”

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[busygrl]

Tashi duncan x reader, patrick zweig x reader

Summary: ur hangin with patrick when your campus idol tashi duncan crashes the hangout. They both know u like them and u are crazy bashful. Not really nsfw just kissing and reader being stupid infatuated with tashi teeheeee

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Art’s best friend, Patrick, is visiting Stanford while he’s on break from tour. Art has his work study job at the campus gym from 8-10pm on tuesdays, so you and patrick sit on the floor in his dorm room waiting for him. You’re not complaining, though. You met patrick once back in september when he was visiting art, and you gotta admit, the dude is hot. And funny. The chance to spend a couple hours alone with him was more than welcomed.

Patrick rolls a shitty joint and the two of you smoke and talk for awhile, slowly migrating closer to one another. You don’t really know how to do this, make a move on someone, but you figure weed and close proximity can only aid you in getting what you want from Patrick.

you hear the door behind you open and you stumble back from Patrick, putting some space between you.

“Patrick, this is the last time, you better have my DS. I got the new kirby game.”

You look over your shoulder and your mouth goes dry. Tashi Duncan. As in, the duncanator, Stanford’s own. Tashi strolls over to the two of you, stands with her hands on her hips, glaring at patrick.

“Yeahhh,” patrick grins. “Im afraid your DS was left in a hotel somewhere in New York. I beat zelda phantom hourglass though, so yaknow, not a total loss.”

“You dickhead,” Tashi begins before spotting the ashtray by the window. “Didn’t art tell you not to smoke in his room anymore?”

“Hmmm,” Patrick says with faux consideration. “Art doesn’t seem to be here right now.”

You try to listen to them bicker, but you tune the rest of their conversation out as you study Tashi.

You’re taken aback by this casual, unpolished version of her. She’s wearing a baggy tshirt and shorts and has socks and slides on. Maybe its the weed, but you can’t help but gawk at the way her curls fall freely down her back, framing her face. You’ve only ever seen it tied back into a slick braid as she plays. In fact, you’ve only ever seen her when she plays, which is an experience nothing short of mesmerizing.

And here she is in front of you, looking absolutely beautiful.

when you’re broken from your trance, you realize Tashi is looking down at you as Patrick laughs.

“Stare much?” He chortles. Oh god. How long had it been?

“Oh- uh- sorry, i—“ you sputter and nervously smooth your sweatpants, eager for something to do with your hands. “I- i’ve seen you play.”

Tashi’s face softens slightly, and after exchanging a knowing look with Patrick, she plops down next to you.

“I haven’t seen you around. What’s your major?”

“Chemistry”

“Ah,” her gaze is piercing. “I knew we didn’t have any classes together. I would have remembered you.”

You feel your face get hot. Fuck. You pry your eyes away from hers to look down in your lap, hopeful that the other two can’t see how fucking red your face gets from one ounce of attention from Tashi Duncan. You curse yourself for how bashful you get, mortified by how obvious you are.

She leans in closer.

“Art’s mentioned you before. You’re really pretty.” You meet her eyes again and you could throw up, shes so gorgeous, looking directly at you and calling you pretty and- fuck, you think your heart might beat right out of your chest. She holds your gaze for a minute and smiles.

“Do you wanna kiss me?” Tashi asks, sweetly. Your stomach drops. Fuck. Of course you do. No question on earth, you wanna kiss Tashi fucking Duncan.

You nod, wordlessly. Eagerly.

“Mm.” She smiles. After a beat, she jerks her head in Patrick’s direction. “Did you come here to kiss him?”

You wonder if this is some fear factor type nightmare where you’re put in a challenge designed to embarrass you as much as possible in front of two devastatingly hot people. You look at patrick, who is grinning ear to ear like the asshole he is. But yeah, you did come here for that, and he knows it.

“I- I mean… like… yeah.”

“Then kiss him.”

You wouldn’t dream of telling Tashi no, so you turn to patrick.

You exude nervousness. You’ve kissed one person before in highschool, so you’re not exactly the poster girl for “experienced.” But patrick, surprisingly gentlemanly, kisses you softly and slowly, relaxing you. It’s comforting and invigorating, the taste of nicotine and mint gum on his tongue. After a beat, he dials up the intensity and kisses hungrily, pulling you onto his lap. This is the Patrick you had expected, rough and intoxicating. His hands that he has anchored on your waist, guiding your hips to rock against him, are warm and calloused.

“Let me kiss you now,” you hear Tashi say softly. You wanna commit that sentence, her sweet voice to memory. As good as Patrick felt, you are in no way disappointed to hear Tashi’s request. You crawl off Patrick’s lap and sit in front of her.

“Dude, I was kind of in the middle of something,” Patrick groans, shifting uncomfortably.

Tashi takes your face in her hands and glares over at him. “Yeah, well you owe me a nintendo DS.”

When Tashi’s lips meet yours, its as if the world had fallen away and nothing existed except you and her. Your skin under her hands is alight, tingling at her touch. She kisses you with control and purpose, like she knows exactly how to make you melt under her touch. And it’s working. Tension builds in your core, making your breath hitch. You lean into her, tugging at her shirt, silently begging for more.

Tashi registers the sound of the doorknob turning before you can, and she swiftly removes herself from you, sitting back against the dorm bed as if she’d been there for hours.

“Hey guys!” Art beams. “You’re all here!!”

“Hey!” Patrick and Tashi say in unison.

Art sees you, flushed and pupils blown out, clearly discombobulated.

“Are you ok?”

“Shes fine.” Tashi interjects, standing up to leave. “Shes high. Patrick smoked in your room again.”

“You asshole, I told you to stop!”

As Art scolds Patrick, Tashi heads for the door. She meets your eyes and gives you the sweetest smile before slipping out.