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Don’t Push Your Luck (Boba Fett x Reader)

Rated: Explicit

Word Count: 4.9k wooF

Warnings: smut, language, handjobs, oral (male receiving), fingering, heavy petting, there is SOFT. I REPEAT SOFT FLUFF. but only SOME

Chapter (1), (2)

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It’s impossible not to count down the days, the hours, the seconds leading up to your untimely end. A sleep cycle and half to be exact. A perfect amount of time to finish counting each loose wire and rusty screw holding together this heap of junk—a miracle really, that it’s able to jump to hyperspace, let alone fly.

You’re no expert on the inner workings of a spacecraft, but your familiarity with Imperial grade cruisers gift you the impeccable skill of deducing that the hiss of air every couple minutes out of the hydraulic piping is not ideal. Nor is the solar light overhead that flickers and hums, skirting the precarious line of exploding in your face or simply plunging the cargo hold into murky darkness.

At this point you’d take either.

You sigh, resting the back of your head against the wall as the barbed tendrils of an oncoming headache settles behind your eyes.

Between that, the stupid light, and your boredom; it’s enough to make anyone stir crazy. Stars—even the arduous task of talking to Boba Fett is morphing into something akin to craving. Even if his idea of a conversation runs parallel to the art of smug, male pride and snide words meant to pick and prod—it’s better than whatever this is.

Scoffing, you curl your knees up to your chest and rest your chin over your knee. This is pathetic.

You should despise him—feel like kicking his teeth in—or helmet—whatever. He aided in the killing of you friend—probably took care of all the other poor souls who even dared to breathe your way too. Boba Fett is a despicable, no good bounty hunter who finds far too much fun in the misfortune of others.

And yet…

The task of attaching your hate to the man is proving to be more difficult than you would’ve guessed. You don’t regret what you’ve done with him—far from it in fact—but your tolerance, bordering enjoying his company, is concerning. To say in the least.

Nothing good will come out of the conflicted ball of knots that settle in your chest, ensnaring your heartstrings into that endless monstrosity.

Though none of it stops the way your chest constricts, heart skipping a few vital beats at the familiar sound of his spurs resonate through the ship. They chink against the metal pegs of the ladder, boots settling on the ground with a heavy thump. A moment later Boba steps into your line of sight, tattered cloak and chipped armor in all its battered glory.

He isn’t an immanent threat, but your eyes still track each movement. The rational part of you knows he won’t lash out, but you’re still his quarry and even a wolf with a severed head has the power to bite. No part of you wants to brave the sharp points of his teeth.

Not even a fraction of his attention is thrown your way as he does his routine inspections of your fellow captured quarries, frozen in their carbonite prisons. You just hope none of them spontaneously reanimate—you’re not too keen on another shipmate. Your little corner is crowded as is and forget sharing your blanket. It’s tattered and smells like dust and mothballs and you have a sneaking suspicion it’s just one of Boba’s old cloaks he outgrew—but you’re thankful for it anyhow.

You flinch as he punches in a code, the loud grate of metal on metal piercing your ears as the carbonite slabs swing back into their storage space. With an incline of his head, his weighted gaze settles on your person.

“Still nervous?”

You sniff and shake your head. “You just…startled me is all.”

Boba snorts in disbelief and pads closer. He reaches the toes of your boots and squats, one gloved forearm resting over his knee as the other reaches out to capture a lock of your hair. He twirls it between his fingers and gently tugs, quiet as he studies you behind the visor. The action is familiar—doesn’t scare you as much as it once did, but his closeness still overwhelms.

“I see you’ve found some courage, gentle Rabbit,” he surmises, untangling his fingers from your hair to tap beneath your chin. “While we’re at it…any last favors I can provide?”

It’s whiplash—so stupefying it renders your tongue speechless, a heated blush rushing up your cheeks and to the tip of your ears. He snickers and shakes his head, rocking back onto his heels to stand as you sputter for words.

It’s a joke—a garbage one at your expense. Always at the butt-end of things with no room to snap back. Yet, as he turns on his heel to return to the cockpit—it’s the perfect opportunity. Not the sort of favor he’d be expecting, but a favor nonetheless.

“Can I—“ He pauses and casts a glance over his shoulder as you muster enough bravery to follow through. “Do you think I could—could sit in the cockpit? Just for a little while…”

It’s a long-shot—like launching a flimsy javelin at a target no larger than a thumbtack three thousand clicks away. Not happening—more likely to beat a rancor in a fucking wrestling match then sway the bounty hunter’s opinion. Regardless, the question must stun him—the terse silence drags on for an agonizing amount of time, amping up your anxiety tenfold.

“I’m sorry—I just—I wanted to see the stars one last time,” you mumble, curling into yourself with a wince. “It’s stupid—“

“It’s hyperspace—not much to look at.” He curtly interrupts. “An asteroid if you’re lucky.”

Your spirits plummet further—scraping against the dirt like a crashed speeder geared to the highest velocity and headed straight for a brick wall. Maker this was dumb—

“The second you try anything funny—“

You perk up, your spine straightening as he turns swiftly on his heel and marches back. He leans down at the waist, firmly ensnaring your chin between his forefinger and thumb, straining the muscles in your neck. “—you’ll end up in there.”

He jerks his head over his shoulder at the carbonfreezer. Yeah. No thank you. Absolutely zero interest in becoming a human popsicle.

“You won’t even notice I’m there,” you breathe, holding your stare steady. “Promise.”

Boba hums in thought, releases your chin and pats your cheek. He straightens and taps at his vambraces and with a hiss of air the stasis cuffs around your wrists clatter to the floor. You stand and sigh, rubbing at the angry raised lines, just shy from a dark bruise.

The bounty hunter ushers you towards the ladder, his hand anchored to your shoulder. You stop yourself from scoffing. The action is useless—you’ve got no clever scheme up your sleeve or malicious motive but you can never be too cautious you suppose—not with this line of work.

You try not to snoop once you clamber up into the second level—but Maker—it’s interesting. There’s a small bunk on the other end of the short corridor, messy blankets thrown on top and a deconstructed blaster that’s seen better days. Gray and off-white undershirts hang off the metal rigging on the bunk and the sight of his laundry is undoubtedly jarring. It’s silly not to think he doesn’t do laundry but—imagining the most feared bounty hunter in the Galaxy washing his tidy whities is hilarious.

“Come on,” Boba urges, nudging your shoulder with his own.

Your tiny smile never falters as he leads you into the domed cockpit, the neon blue of hyperspace reflecting across his chipped armor with miniature streaks of light. He gestures at the co-pilot’s seat tucked beside the com board, a litany of buttons blinking and flashing as you gingerly sit.

The hinges squeak as the chair spins, your eye catching the mess of beaded and jeweled necklaces that hang on a tiny hook above the board. You recognize a few—Kashyykian ceremonial beads, the glittering coil of pure, refined diamonds from Pantora and the braided strands of bantha leather common on Tatooine. Your fingers drift up and thumb at the carved wooden Wroshyr beads.

Trophies—

“Don’t touch those.”

You jump and yank your hand back. “So...all I can do is...sit?”

“Isn’t that what you asked for?”

You have to agree—there isn’t much to look at. Hyperspace, as fascinating as it is, looses its charm once the vertigo sets in. To be honest—you weren’t expecting to get this far.

Oh well.

A change in scenery is always nice. Different loose wires and screws to count…

And the seat spins. Score.

Boba however, does not share in your bemused sentiments. Your mopey sighing and the constant squeak of loose bearings on your spinny chair is not pleasant to the ear, apparently.

“If you’re that bored, Rabbit,” he sighs, casting a sharp glance over his shoulder. “You could always put those hands to work.”

You pause and swipe a finger through the dust between the toggles on the comm board and absentmindedly respond. “I don’t think I’d be much help. I’m not very technically inclined and oh—“

Your cheeks flush when he tilts his head. “You, uh...didn’t mean that sort of work, did you?”

Boba snorts and crosses his ankle over his knee and rests his helmet on the headrest. The stretched out figure of his body is alluring—fascinating to studying each nick and scratch on his armor without the repercussions of him staring back. His vambraces clink against his cuirass as he laces his fingers together, resting his hands just above his codpiece.

“Do you need something, Rabbit?”

You swallow, your eyes flicking back up to a more respectable place for them to linger. “Um..n-no. I’m fine. Just…”

He rolls his head to the side, the shadows from hyperspace carving out the sharp lines of his helmet into an even deeper dramatic cut. You squirm and focus your eyes on the frayed laces of your boots.

“It’s alright. You can tell me, sweet girl.” His goads, tempting you out onto that slippery slope of desire.

He uncross his legs and uses the tip of his boot to languidly spin himself around, his knees spread wide in a display of mock easiness. Boba’s thumbs drum against his ammo belt, the quiet, rhythmic tap…tap…tap…the only sound filling the charged silence. It’s the Academy all over again; sat down and scrutinized until you crack—spill every secret until they’re satisfied— and Boba Fett is no different…

You scramble for words, wrangling your thoughts into something somewhat comprehensive. “I’m—I—well—“

He cocks his head, light bouncing off the silvery pockmark on his helmet. Boba’s hand idly travels lower, brushes off imaginary dust on his thigh and settles his fingers over the clasps to this codpiece. His thumb flicks it open then closed, all too keen on where your eyes are glued to.

“You want your hands on my cock again? Is that it?” Boba purrs in amusement. You tongue passes over your lip as you wrench your eyes off of him yet again.

“There’s no need to be play coy, girl,” Boba snickers, “Tell me.”

The words jump out of your mouth—no forethought and apparently not an ounce of self control. “Yes—I want...to p-put my hands on you.”

“On me or my cock?”

You mouth goes dry as you mumble out a feeble agreement. “Your…cock.”

Boba huffs in self satisfaction. “Come here then.”

On already shaky legs you stumble out of your seat and plant yourself in front of him. You have no visual confirmation but the hair-raising sensations as his eyes rake down your body sends shivers up your spine.

Your mouth parts, but before you’re even able to ask what he wants—he beats you to it.

“Your choice, Rabbit.”

Not helpful, you think.

Regardless of the lack of direction, you chew on the inside of your cheek and slowly lower yourself onto your knees, sliding easily between his parted legs. The only indication you know he’s aware you’re there is a quick shift of his hips, settling further into the leather cushion.

His leg jumps involuntarily as your fingers skim up his knee. If you weren’t interested in receiving a lovely black eye, you’d have the nerve to accuse him of being ticklish.

Biting the corner of your lip to stave off your coy smile, your hand continues its path up along his inner thigh. There’s a short huff of air that filters through the vocoder as your fingertips reach the codpiece. They brush over the circular dent left by a blaster, curiosity piqued at the strange location.

You want to ask—but—the thought is fleeting, far more interested in finding the tiny clasps on the side that easily pop open, the offending piece of armor going lax in your grip. You toss it to the side with little hesitation, greeted by the firm outline of his cock filling out the front of his trousers.

Boba Fett is not a patient man and your lecherous gawking, enough to notice, irks him. With a grunt he snakes his fingers around your hand and presses it against his cock. He rolls his hips, guiding your hand into applying a firmer touch until you’re palming him without the extra help. You give the hardening flesh a rougher squeeze, a bolt of liquid heat settling in the pit of your stomach as a stifled moan reaches your ears.

By the time your hand sweeps up to ease off the heavy ammo belt around his waist, the bulge in his pants is considerable—a fucking pain to maneuver around as you tug down his trousers into a dramatic ‘v’. Boba’s hand, hanging off the arm rest, jerks the moment your fingertips brush along the dark curls, trailing up and taking a hold of his cock with a careful grip.

He’s heavy in your hand, thicker than the circumference of your forefinger and thumb pressed together, and harder than kriffing durasteel. You can feel his watchful gaze carve a burning path over the contours of your face, drifting to where you hold him.

He grumbles an inaudible complaint under his breath, curling his fists by his sides. Despite his obvious irritation with your feathery touches, he lets you continue without so much as a grumpy sigh or snippy redirection. You preen at the small victory, delighted you’re able to explore before the short rope of his patience runs thin and snaps.

A sharp hiss of hair passes through the vocoder as you lightly tug on his cock, mesmerized by the firmness and the searing heat beneath your palm. From the base up you pull, fixed upon the dark flesh, flushed and pulsing as wetness pools at the tip as you pull down the foreskin, exposing the entirety of the wide head.

With your thumb you spread the bead of liquid around, intent on continuing your little exploratory endeavor until Boba shifts and grumbles out an order to stop.

“Not like that,” he huffs, laying his fingers over yours that hold his cock. “Harder.”

A fiery blush licks at your cheeks as he squeezes both sets of fingers into a firm fist, leading your hand into the pace he desires.

It’s rough, much firmer than you’d think would be pleasurable—but you oblige. The wetness that dribbles from the flushed tip lessens the friction but with quick lick over your palm, he glides easily in your hand. Boba’s head rolls back against the headrest, exposing a sliver of brown skin beneath the lip of his helmet.

It’s not long before your wrist aches—just shy of a couple moments. Luckily enough for you and your poor hand musculature, it doesn’t take more than a handful of minutes—rough and with no real discernible technique other than just fucking into your fist. Boba’s knee jerks as he lifts his head and arches his hips, chest heaving with shallow inhales.

“Take it in your—in your mouth,” he orders in a rough rasp. His chest heaves as his hand finds purchase in your hair, jerking your head closer to his cock. It stings—Maker, why does he pull so hard?

With a huff, you listen and part your lips. The tip of his cock slips into your heated mouth, twitching as your tongue rolls against the small slit leaking a near continuous stream of precum. With a couple short tugs and a gentle suck around the head, his fist clenches tight and drags you further down his shaft.

You gag around him, a low grunt rattling through his diaphragm as he cums. It’s warm, thick and fills your mouth, but the heavy weight on the back of your head leaves you no other choice than to swallow. Boba curses, cock still twitching when he lets you up and pulls out of your mouth. You gasp for precious air as you wipe off your lips with your sleeve, sparring a look up at the bounty hunter.

The reclined figure of his body molds into the chair, a strip of dark skin peeking out from beneath the cowl has his head rests back against the seat. His fingers twitch when you shift, squirming as the twisting heat in your lower stomach festers and grows.

You watch his throat bob as he speaks, “If you want something...take it.”

The hard enamel of your teeth cut into your bottom lip as you carefully rock forward, dragging yourself off the ground. It takes a moment to shuck off your pants and perch yourself over his knees after shimming his trousers further down his legs. Boba only bothers to look up with lazy interest once your cunt, soaked and smeared over your inner thighs presses against his upper legs, wetting the muscled limbs.

You steel your nerves against the sharp analytical gaze through the carved lines of his vizor and give your hips a tentative roll along the length of his softening cock. For all you know he could be asleep—yet you have a sneaking suspicion as to what his eyes are glued to. You’re no idiot.

Boba’s gloved fingertips skim up your thigh, tempted to go higher but instead they drop back onto the armrests. You chew the inside of your lip, shooing away the urge to frown. Whatever—dwelling upon the quick movement is best left in the dark.

He sucks in a sharp breath of air as you rock your hips for a second time, your slick folds gliding smoothly along his member. It’s a light pressure, no more than a gentle caress so as not to overwhelm—but nonetheless still pleasurable, sating that untamable fire that burns bright in your belly.

Your eyes drift back to those white gloves, his fists balled and stationary on the armrest. You want them on you. You want to feel his callouses scrape over your skin—one last craving you need to put an end to.

It’s a risk—a big one. Yet, throwing your worries out the window is easier than your indecisiveness.

Both your hands slowly crawl over the white gloves, cautious in pulling them off as if he were some rabid Nexu ready to bite. He is, in a way and your sneaky little ploy certainly does not go unnoticed.

Boba jerks his hands up the arm rests. “What makes you think you’re allowed to touch me?”

His tone is scathing—knocks you so far off that small pedestal of bravery you’ve mustered and leaves you wilting. You should’ve known, stopped while you were ahead. Though knowing in the back your mind that something like this would happen, doesn’t take away from the razor sharp embarrassment that cuts through your chest.

Your forearm shoots up to rub away the burning itch of tears that threaten to fall, your head turning away in a mixture of shame and regret. Stupid—

You’re about to retreat, slide off his lap like a miserable pile of goo, but the delicate touch on your chin, coaxing you to face him startles you. Even more so when he tugs at the offending glove and brushes a bare finger down your cheek, a mere whisper against your skin. “You have a soft heart.”

Your heart leaps into your throat, your pulse roaring in your ears as he slips the other glove off, settling one of his bare hands over the swell of your hip while the other tentatively slip between your legs and presses against your clit. You gasp and arch into the light touch, your thighs involuntarily jerking as he increases the pressure.

He trades his hold on your hip to slide his hand into your shirt, palming and kneading your breast through your bra as you roll and whine against his fingers. The tight circles he's drawing over your clit burns through your abdomen, drags you closer to the precipice that you’re all ready so close to. You whine his name as wicked heat licking up your body and spreading to each limb. You arch into him and with a firm hand, he parts your soaking cunt and thrusts two of his fingers inside, grinding the heel of his palm into the little bundle of nerves.

With a chuckle his hand leaves your shirt to pull you against his chest, the vocoder rumbling against your ear. “Good little Rabbit—cum on my fingers.”

Your body seizes as white hot heat sears through your core. Stars, brighter than a dying sun burst behind your eyes, a long whine filtering past your lips as shake and fall apart in his arms, your cunt clenching tight around his fingers.

You whine as he pulls out, little aftershocks of pleasure wracking through your body after your euphoric high. You’re barely conscious of your actions as he lifts your head and pushes his digits, coated in your juices into your mouth. You lick them clean, tasting the tang of your own arousal and the salt on his skin. With a satisfied hum, he slips them out, allowing your head to finally rest against his chest.

His hands are warm around your hips, tracing little patterns into the exposed skin—so light you’re sure you’re imagining it. You chide yourself—there’s no space for these kind of things. Not now.

The beskar is an uncomfortable thing to lay your cheek on—cold too—yet his soft sigh convinces you to stay put. Just for another second, suspended in a strange intimacy that neither of you should be dipping your toes into.

A gentle hush encompasses the cockpit, lulling you into a light doze. Though as your eyes struggle to stay open, the subtle inhale before a sentence is spoken keeps them from shutting. You wonder if he’ll muster the courage to speak or if he’ll let the words settle back into that lake teeming with uncovered mysteries and things better left unsaid.

“What would you do...” The beginning of his words tapers off as if he could pretend you wouldn’t hear it. It’s low, almost...uncertain. Well, as uncertain as Boba Fett could be with a head so full of his arrogance and pride.

His fingers drift higher up your back, ghostlike and teasingly soft.You hate the goosebumps that are left in the wake of his bare fingertips crawling up your spine. Swallowing, your fingernail taps at the chipped paint and circles the little brand on his cuirass. “Do what?”

He doesn’t answer right away—chewing on his words like they’ve stuck to the roof of his mouth and don’t intend to leave. He shifts and you’re afraid he’s about to shove you off his lap and storm away, but all he does is clear his throat and settle a palm on your upper back. “If I...if I let you go. What would you do?”

Your brows furrow, your heart kicking up into a rapid flurry of panic. That’s not fair—that’s not fair of him to say. You look up, your own twisted features staring back at you in the muted spectrum of blacks and grays in his visor. This is a joke—another one of his games to push you over the edge while he gets to bask in his idea of proclaimed hilarity. “That’s not funny.”

“It’s not supposed to be.”

You ball your hand into a fist as a tidal wave of resentment, followed with chilly anguish washes over you. Your head spins and battles with opposing opinions and reasons why he should just go through with delivering you to his employer. Be done with it and get his moneys worth without any consequence.

And yet, there’s a minuscule part of you, sprouting away from the dark cloud of inevitability, that wonders. Wonders if you should fight—convince him you deserve to live, untangle you from the disastrous web the Empire has cast around your limbs with no hope of escape. You sigh and shut your eyes.

“I’d never escape from the Empire even if you did,” you murmur. “The only time I’d be free is if I were dead.”

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He promised himself that this would never happen.

Never let his own desires and emotions interfere with a job.

It’s irresponsible, bad for business and frankly quite stupid. This could cost him his credibility, his credits, his life.

You don’t double cross your employer—it’s the first rule of business that even a child would understand.

Boba Fett is cunning and clever; always one step ahead of his enemies. Always methodical, refusing to leave any loose ends that even hint at coming back around to bite him in the ass. He’s convinced himself that a will of iron is necessary—the only way to survive and to grow stronger than those who’ve hurt him—bested him in the game of life.

Cold, methodical, a legend.

And you…

You are soft. Gentle and too kind for someone to be caught up in this sort of mess. He shouldn’t be delivering you to Death’s doorstep in exchange for credits. You should be off living on some remote planet, far out of the reaches of the Empire. Away from him. Billions of miles from his bloody fingertips that stain your skin like black ink against a white canvas.

But you’ve made your choices and he’s made his.

And none of it soothes the festering storm, with winds more forceful than those on Kamino, that rattle through his ribcage. It tears through his sternum, cuts through the beskar and leaves an open wound—raw and tender that grows tenfold the second your eyes land on him.

You don’t beg when he hoists you up from the floor, no blubbering tears or last minute bargains to spare your life. Not even as you both reach the loading ramp, one mere tap of the button that would reveal you both to the man waiting on the landing platform. One button and he’d be free of you. You’re braver than most.

He’ll give you that.

He shouldn’t have said anything—saved himself from the steady ache that comes with having to look you in the eye. Drives a stake so deep into his chest the second you spare him a precious smile that twinkles like unrefined coaxium and thank him. You’re thanking him for the barest amount of kindness he offered to you on your last days of life.

Boba isn’t sure who he hates more; himself or you.

He must be staring too long—committing each soft slope and contour of your cheeks, the freckles, your softly parted lips, to memory—because the gentle nudge to his arm startles him.

“I’ll be alright,” you grin. You make a poor impression of a blaster with your finger and thumb and mimic the sound of it firing. “One shot to the head and I’m gone.”

“I know how blasters work.”

You shrug and glance at his hand that hovers over the button. “Then why are you hesitating?”

The million credit answer. One that you both know the answer to.

“Because you won’t be dying. Not today and not while I’m still alive.”

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The outfit is garish.

Too white.

Too clean.

A color that deceives his true nature and masks what he truly is— a viper laying in wait for unsuspecting prey and witless victims. The smile that curls along the man’s unshaven face is meant to charm, but all it does is unsettle.

Boba has never once trusted a man who relies solely on the weight of his words rather than his own actions. All that this man has are words. Words, and a flimsy position within the ranks of the Empire. That, and twelve heavily armed Death Troopers that guard him, if you count them as well.

Orson Krennic.

A man that’ll get what’s coming to him. Perhaps not Boba’s own plasma bolt through the middle of his finely pressed uniform—but something equally as satisfying.

Grey hairs that escape his hat glint like shards of metal shrapnel in the midday sun, the Director’s smile steady as he speaks. “Took you long enough, bounty hunter.”

Boba’s teeth clamp onto his tongue, the metallic taste of blood flooding his tastebuds. “Too bad you have to rely on one, Director.”

Krennic snorts, folds his arms behind his back and saunters closer. “And your bounty? What of her?”

“Dead.”

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But What If You Want to Come Out on Vers Bottom?: A “Coming Out on Top” Review (Part 1)

A review quoted on this game’s website describes it as “the Citizen Kane of ripped, naked big-dicked dudes in love.” Incredibly narrow superlative notwithstanding, that’s some high praise. Does Coming Out on Top earn it?

(I also solemnly swear not to make a relevant innuendo involving rosebuds, because there’s enough dirty wordplay here without my input.)

It’s been a bit unusual for me to return to CooT, having played it when it first released in late 2014 and then only on and off since then as the game was regularly updated. I believe it’s actually the first proper dating sim I ever played - no, Fire Emblem’s Avatar romances do not count as far as I’m concerned - and it set a very high bar for quality that has unfortunately never quite been surpassed by other (gay) titles in the genre.

This is perhaps all the more remarkable in that the premise here is not the most original thing in the world: Mark Matthews (you can change his name at the start, but I’ll be going with this default masterwork of blandness) has just come out of the closet to his two roommates Penny and Ian at the start of his final semester at university, and the story plays out from there as he meets, dates, and potentially falls in love with a wide assortment of men while also balancing his studies and his relationships with the aforementioned roommates who also double as his friend group. That’s...basically it, and apart from the romance plotlines the rest of the game’s content feels fairly extraneous. Mark can’t flunk out before the end of the story no matter how much you neglect his grades (although his job prospects in the ending will improve if you do work on them), and for the most part whatever money he amasses or friendship bonding moments he has during his free time on the weekends only plays into whether you get friendship endings with Penny and/or Ian. Unlike Chess of Blades survival is usually a given in CooT, and while there are quite a few death endings sprinkled throughout the game’s content almost all of them are played for laughs (and sometimes Steam achievements, because why not).

No, there are three major selling points here independent of the excuse plot. First and perhaps most noticeably, the writing never takes itself too seriously and incorporates everything from silly banter to fourth wall-breaking (refuse to come out at the start of the game, for an early example) to the sort of understated pun work that makes Dream Daddy’s script apparently living off corny dad jokes all the more egregious by comparison. There’s even a fair amount of self-aware meta humor, in a game released several years before the likes of Doki Doki Literature Club! made that par for the course for dating sims.

Then there’s the sheer diversity of options on display in terms of storylines and how certain scenarios play out, including the third point which is, well...the raw, uncensored gay sex. Despite the innuendo of CooT’s title Mark is not a total top, and most of the game’s myriad sex scenes can go down in a variety of different ways depending on what Mark/the player expresses a preference for - including situations involving various types of kinks. There’s also a very limited degree of body customization available; in the options menu there are toggles for Mark and all of his (primary) sexual partners that give you the option to add facial and/or body hair to their portraits and CGs. The hair options aren’t gamebreaking by any means - for Mark it only allows him to switch between twunk and otter, and while there is some diversity in race, age, and body type among his love interests and hookups there’s still a notable number of muscled 20-somethings. Still, I do appreciate that the toggles are there. You’ll notice my own preferences for the guys in my screenshots.

Back to that other kind of variety though. With six primary love interests and numerous divergent paths for each of them - some good, some bad, and some hilariously strange - there’s a ton of content to work through in CooT. The pathing is set up so that you get the opportunity to meet almost all of the love interests before you’re asked to commit to one of their stories, something the game heavily telegraphs so you’ll never feel like you’ve been unknowingly pushed past a point of no return. These introductions are generally on the SFW side, but there are two chances for some rauchy fun even before you commit so let it not be said that this game has strictly enforced monogamy at all times. On that note, there’s also Brofinder.

Penny comically missing the point aside, Brofinder is an in-universe Grindr equivalent. It can be accessed if you decline to pursue any of the love interests, or more conveniently from the main menu independent of the story. Fittingly for the type of app it’s lampooning, Brofinder dates are disconnected vignettes that all, if done correctly, end in some hot NSA action but impact nothing else after you’ve completed them. There are ten of these, all added via progressive updates following the game’s initial release, and taken together they add substantially to the many ways in which Mark can get laid.

I should also mention the secret seventh joke “love interest,” but as that one has become a bit of a minor meme and will probably come up if you Google blindly about this game I’ll leave it at that.

...Yeah. Leaving it right there.

There are some places where the presentation of CooT falters, but nothing on the scale of the dodgy voice acting found in some of the other gay dating sims I’ve discussed - mostly because there is no voice acting. Aside from the CGs and the character portraits the artwork can be rather workmanlike and forgettable, and similarly almost all of the soundtrack I would liken to elevator music which might have inspired one of the Brofinder dates now that I think about it. The supporting cast on the whole also doesn’t get much opportunity to shine aside from Mark’s roommates, because the love interests’ stories are all unrelated to each other and as such the people around them can only be involved in one of the game’s plots. I’m tempted to sum this all up as weak worldbuilding, but let’s be honest here - all this game needs is the suggestion of a generic American university and surrounding town peopled mostly with archetypes (at times comedically memorable ones, granted) to give it sufficient background. Most actual porn gets away with far less than that.

When I did my review of Chess of Blades I was able to discuss each of its love interests in a single follow-up post, but CooT simply has too much going on for that. Therefore this review will have three additional parts: two covering the six primary love interests, and a third going more quickly over the Brofinder dates. At time of writing I don’t think I’m also going to be grading the sex scenes of how realistic they are like I did with CoB, because there are too many of them and nothing sticks out as egregiously as it does in that game. There will however be as much description for them as I can manage; that is the main selling point here, after all.

#Coming Out on Top

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talk to me into the night again

written for @jupeterweek‘s day one prompt: reunion

read here on ao3

The ship that Juno will be living in for the foreseeable future is not especially spacious. A galley and living area sit above the cargo bay, and lining a hallway are several small bedrooms, equipped with a bed, a closet, and a small half-bathroom stall crammed into the corner. The showers are communal, but the water pressure is decent, Buddy assured them as she gestured around at the amenities. One of the storage rooms had been converted into a medbay. Above all of this is the bridge, with an array of buttons and knobs and toggles that Juno is acutely wary of. He keeps his hands deep in his pockets for this portion of the tour. Below everything is an engine room, that they are not allowed into but shown the door all the same.

The ship is not spacious, and two people on it are avoiding him. Rita had been giving him the cold shoulder ever since he didn’t tell her what exactly Agent Rex Glass was doing sitting in the cargo bay of a spaceship full of criminals, and why exactly she was the only one who seemed surprised by this. Which, well. Juno was surprised, but not for the same reasons Rita was. But it wasn’t really the place or time to tell her, “Actually, Rita, Rex Glass is only one in a long list of aliases this man has used in his extensive career as an intergalactic master thief. I have known this since almost the beginning, but didn’t tell you. Also, he may be directly related to the first time I lost my eye. Further, I am in love with him but have almost certainly damaged any chances of a relationship we may have beyond repair.”

He settled with a very tactful, “Not right now, Rita, please.” She took this with some indignation, which is fair, but does mean that his only ally on this ship is now unavailable. After his initial greeting, Nureyev dematerialized, somehow managing to be wherever Juno wasn’t for the entirety of the first day until that evening. This may have been made slightly easier by the fact that after the tour, Juno retired to his room to slurp anxiously from his precious reserve of moonshine and fight down a panic attack for several hours.

That first dinner was tense, even though Rita talked through the entire meal. She made it abundantly clear that she was not talking to Juno. Nureyev- Adrian King, Juno reminds himself firmly- was also quiet, but maybe that’s just a part of his persona. Juno can’t tell, and also can’t read much from Buddy, Vespa, or Jet.

However, when Juno volunteers to do the dishes after their meal, Nureyev makes himself comfortable with what appears to be a novel on the tablet at the table in front of him, and seems content to not move. And also to not acknowledge Juno’s presence at all as he familiarizes himself with the kitchen.

Even sharing his space silently, with both of them occupied, is torturous. Juno washes, dries, and puts away the dishes and makes a point to learn the placement of everything in the cabinets and cupboards, but the entire time he is also acutely aware of Nureyev’s close proximity.

He hasn’t changed his cologne, and it threatens to suffocate Juno.

Once he finishes, Juno stays in the kitchen, staring out the thick porthole window at the black expanse of space. He sees stars, and a few planets in the distance. Nureyev shifts in his seat, getting comfortable. Juno wonders, briefly, if it would be less painful to cast himself out of the ship and into that black nothing, but then shoves that line of thinking away entirely.

In the months since… everything, Juno has firmly clung to his resolve to improve. Sometimes improvement only looks like refusing to wryly consider his own demise as preferable to emotional discomfort, but it's an improvement nonetheless.

Juno tears his gaze away from the porthole and turns to leave, heart pounding against his ribs furiously. He stops in the doorway, but doesn’t turn. “Maybe we could talk, if you ever have a minute,” he says, his voice sounding awkward and stiff to his own ears. Then, he takes very measured steps back to his own bedroom. And if it’s a conscious effort on his part to not run, then no one has to know it but him.

He pauses outside of Rita’s door and hears one of her streams running, but doesn’t go in. He doesn’t know what to say to her, anyway. Instead, he sets about putting his own bedroom to rights, dressing his bed with his own comfortable blanket he brought from Mars instead of the thin, scratchy one that came with the room. Inevitably, his clothes will end up tossed in all corners of the room, but to start with, he organizes them in the small closet and dresser provided.

After a moment of thought, he uses some tape and sticks up a single photograph to the wall above his bed. One of the last pictures taken of him and Benzaiten, after Juno’s induction into the HCPD. They’re both smiling, Juno looking stuffy in his blue dress uniform, Benten looking breezy in a pale yellow shirt. Sarah had been the one to take the photo, and Juno remembers that she was smiling too. It looks a little silly, small and wrinkled on the wall, but this is the best way Juno can think of to share some of his escape with his brother.

Juno is sitting on the edge of his bed, contemplating where he might best find some sticky putty for the few paintings he was able to bring with him, when there’s a gentle knock on the door.

“Come in,” he calls, voice a little rough.

The door opens wide enough for Nureyev to peer in, and then he steps through fully, looking as stiff and uncomfortable as Juno has ever seen him. Even staring down possible death, he had such a cool energy about him, unruffled and unconcerned. Now, standing in Juno’s doorway, his face is pinched and his hands are fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. At Juno’s glance, they still immediately, going to rest firmly at his sides.

After a moment of silence, Juno scoots over on his bed and pats the space next to him invitingly. There’s no other seating in the room, but Nureyev doesn’t seem particularly disturbed by the suggestion, settling quietly next to Juno. Juno doesn’t think that either of them are ready for him to begin speaking, yet, but is also at a loss of what to do, and so instead just sits.

Nureyev eventually begins to rummage through the small collection of paintings Juno brought with him, lifting them out of Juno’s bag and examining them with quick, keen eyes. If things were different, Juno might have laughed. Nureyev is a thief, before everything, always hunting out potential valuables. In a time of intense discomfort, his answer is to snoop.

After a thorough search through the small collection, Nureyev meets Juno’s eye for the first time. “These are atrocious, Juno,” he says, one side of his mouth pulling up in what may either be a smile or a sneer.

Juno shrugs. “I like bad art. I like wondering if it’s good to someone, or if it’s bad on purpose. Also, bad art is usually cheaper than good art.”

The other side of Nureyev’s mouth pulls up, and it’s definitely a smile. It vanishes quickly, however, as Nureyev grows restless again. He looks for something else to grab his attention, and his eyes land on the picture of Juno and Benzaiten. He blinks. “Your brother,” he murmurs. “You were twins. I didn’t know that.”

Juno squints at him. “I thought you looked into me,” he says doubtfully.

“Not that deeply,” Nureyev replies.

Juno huffs out a breath to fight down a wave of unwelcome emotion. Thinking about Benten is still hard in many ways, and he doesn’t need any added difficult emotions roiling inside of his chest. “I would really rather not talk about Benzaiten right now, if that’s alright,” he says meekly.

Nureyev looks at Juno again, eyes stuck on his face, while Juno stares instead at one of his ugly paintings. It depicts a woman, but it’s like a child did it, and not in a way that adds character or charm. The warbled shapes and blobs of color make her look slightly nightmarish, or in one of the middle stages of decomposition.

“What do you want to talk about then, Juno?” Nureyev asks softly.

Juno replies to the painting, though he can feel Nureyev watching him still. “I don’t really know. Or, I do know. I just don’t know where to start. Can you… give me a minute?” He steals a glance out of the corner of his eye, and catches Nureyev’s careful nod. “I feel like I need to explain, but I also feel like whatever I have to say doesn’t really matter. Like, I want to apologize, but being sorry doesn’t change that I hurt you, on purpose, and that it wasn’t fair. And I want to tell you everything that lead me to make the decision that I did, and everything apart from that. And that I have spent a lot of time thinking it over, and thinking about if there was any way I could have run away with you instead of from you. But I guess even if I told you all of that, it might be meaningless?

“I don’t know if knowing would be better for you or worse, or if you could forgive me or not. And forgiveness isn’t really the point anymore. So, saying all of that, what I really want to tell you is that I remember that thing you said to me, back with Engstrom and the train. You said that it isn’t kind to tell someone that their gift means nothing to you. You were right. You gave me a lot, a whole lot of yourself, and I treated it like it didn’t mean anything. But I, uh, I know it did. And I’m sorry that I betrayed your trust. And also, I never really told you, but I trusted you, too. And I still do. That’s… that’s it, I guess.” Juno clears his throat and ignores the insistent ache behind his eye, tears threatening to spill over.

Nureyev is quiet for a long moment, still watching him. Juno continues to look at the morphed, terrible woman in the painting. He can almost count the brush strokes that gave form to her swollen, puckered mouth.

When Nureyev speaks, Juno almost jumps. “I was angry for a long time, because being angry was much easier than being hurt. And you did hurt me, Juno, very deeply. I have also thought about it a lot over these past years, however. After the anger and the hurt faded, I was able to see it more clearly, and I realize that the mistakes weren’t all yours. We were both in an extremely vulnerable place, that night. Neither of us were capable of reasoning or clear thinking, not really. When I asked you to come away with me, I know now that it must have sounded like an ultimatum, and that both telling me no and actually following through with it would have felt equally impossible.

“I wish we could have talked about it, but I don’t know what would have come of that. I couldn’t stay, you couldn’t go. Truly, we barely knew each other. I’m not saying what you did was right, but what I did wasn’t right either. I forgave you a while ago, Juno. But I am also not entirely sure how to move forward from there. I want… to be honest, I want a lot of things, but most of them are entirely unreasonable to ask for right from the beginning; I am clear headed enough to know that now.”

Juno nods, finally looking up at Nureyev. He’s grown out his hair since last they saw each other, it’s just long enough for the small knot he has it in at the back of his head, though a few black strands slip free and tickle his cheeks. “Would it be too much to ask for us to start over? As, I don’t know, friends? Or something?” Juno asks sheepishly.

“I think that’s very reasonable,” Nureyev smiles then, and Juno would almost call the expression shy. “As your friend, can I hold your hand?”

Juno’s face breaks into a small grin before he can stop it, a slightly hysterical laugh bubbling up from his chest. He twines his fingers with Nureyev’s own, daring to lean his head against his shoulder. Nureyev allows it and they sit like that for a bit.

“Not to ruin the moment, but I have heard some very alarming things from Siquliak and the news. What the hell happened on Mars?” Nureyev asks after a moment.

Juno laughs again. “That’s a long story.”

Nureyev chuckles back warmly. “We have time.”

#jupeter week #jupeterweek #jupeter #tpp #juno steel #junoverse #fanfic #peter nureyev #mine #kieran reaches out into the void #good to reblog

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1 + 13 + 15 for La Jaconde?? I know it's a series but just pick your favourite installment

give me one of my fic titles and a number!

1. What inspired you to write the fic this way?

Well… originally Your Phone Is Sufficiently Charged was just supposed to be a one-shot. And then I wanted to write about the date that it teases right at the end. And I just had a bunch of ideas about the pairing that I wanted to get down, and it made sense to write them out as connected one-shots. Kind of like, if you were to look at a series of Polaroids, what story would they tell? How do they connect?

13. What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

Well, when I worked on YPISC, I listened to this guitar cover of the music playing during the Umbrella Scene. (Fun fact—any time this series mentions Luka “playing the rain,” that’s what he’s playing.) I wanted to go for that angle of like… Marinette experiencing those same first feelings of love, the flutters in her heart, for another person. Same song, different instrument. You know what I’m getting at?

But then, once I started getting into a more regular writing habit, I’d just throw on some chillhop (like the Beats to Study To playlist on youtube), tune it out, and get to work. It’s good vibes. Mellow music for a more mellowed-out couple.

At least until part 11 c:

15. What did you learn from writing this fic?

The good practices of self-discipline and multiple drafts. Before, I really was just writing one draft on a whim and just posting it. Since I started working on La Joconde, I’ve been setting small but realistic goals for myself—500 words a day, of either prose or outlining. Because of that, there are some ways where the quality of my writing has gone way up! Because I give myself the chance to fuck around and ask myself questions and leave myself silly notes and lines I want to remember for later! And it’s only led to me letting myself be more creative and come up with more ideas and toggle between them so that I can let things flow more easily.

I’d show you a screencap as an example, but that would spoil all the fun of Chronicles and the kagaminette project I’m working on ;)

I also learned that the lukanette lovers are few but incredibly mighty, and that fandom reception to the stuff I create is just as warm and loving and validating as it was when I wrote ML fic back in 2016. 💙💖

#fic title meme #semi-slaughtomatic #answers

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Is There A Fix For iOS 14.6 Battery Drain Issue

With the release of iOS 14.6, many Apple smartphone owners have reported about its worse battery life. Unfortunately, no straightforward fix for this is still in sight. Apple has already released iOS 14.6. With its release, many users have downloaded and installed it on their iPhones. Now, the problem is that several users are complaining about battery drain issues in their iPhones. While looking back at the previous software updates, it seems uncommon for software updates to cause such excessive battery usage initially when you download it. But, the issues that iOS 14.6 software update has caused are pretty infamous. What iOS 14.6 Bring With It? The tech giant rolled out its software update, OS 14.6, on May 24. For the most part, it is considered a faint-hearted software update. Apple introduced many updates with iOS 14.6, which includes precise enhancements to AirTag trackers, new tools for the Apple Card Family service to track expenses, and the new functionality for the Voice Control feature of the Apple iPhone. For some users, it’s a helpful update, and many others don’t feel so. iOS 14.6 Causing Battery Drain Issue MacRumors has reported that both the website of Apple Support Community and its forums are flooded with users’ complaints. For example, users are complaining that downloading iOS 14.6 on their iPhones is causing battery issues. In addition, one iPhone 7 user has reported that their smartphone now runs out of battery only after 2 hours of use. Another iPhone XS owner also reported the same issue. He said that Siri voice assistants consumed over 70 percent of their ultimately charged battery while sleeping mode. Even many iPhone 12users have also reported battery issues. Right now, it is difficult to calculate how widespread the current issues are. But, these issues undoubtedly seem to affect a wide range of both old and new iPhones. Moreover, with each iOS software update, such under the hood modifications often result in worse battery life for a temporary period. But, seeing the latest iOS 14.6 updates that have been for over a week and persist, Apple needs to find a fix for this immediately. Poor Battery Life: What iPhone Users Can Do? Meanwhile, what can iPhone owners do who are affected by the terrible performance of their device batteries. Well, such users can try many troubleshooting tactics. For example, an iPhone user has enumerated troubleshooting tactics in the Apple Support Community. According to the iPhone user, you can delete the Apple Podcasts app, soft reset your iPhone, and then reinstall the app. Such tactics can make a big difference in battery use. Some other iPhone users have also backed up this troubleshooting tactic. According to some other users, when you go to your iPhone battery usage page, it shows if the Podcasts use more battery than they should. To check such an issue, you can click on Settings to open it. After that, scroll down, and click on ‘Battery.’ Further, scroll down to the particular page to see the usage of the battery by each installed app. It may sound silly, but it will be an excellent decision to reset your iPhone properly. First of all, keep holding down the volume up and Siri buttons until the power menu appears to you. Now, drag the toggle saying ‘Slide to power off. After that, please turn off your iPhone and allow it to remain turned off for 30 seconds. At last, power it and see if everything is running smoothly on your iPhone. Apart from these few tactics, there is nothing else left except waiting and seeing whether Apple says anything about these issues and complaints. Most possibly, the tech giant could roll out a patch with a more minor iOS 14.6.1 to address the issues. Else, Apple may introduce any fix with iOS 14.7. However, it is not possible to say anything and what exactly Apple will do at this time. Or how the company offers an insight into it. Let’s wait and hope for the best to happen soon. Source :- https://help6mcafee.uk.com/is-there-a-fix-for-ios-14-6-battery-drain-issue/

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lilclapclap · 7 years

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Musical.ly App Secrets

The New Angle On Musical.ly App Just Released

There are plenty of skilled Android app player readily available yet we'll certainly utilize Bluestacks that's thought about most reputable player. To be certain, music plays less of a part in my daily life now and I believe trend is evident in the lives of several adults. Go back so that you may observe the audio part. 1 video was there solely for the role of asking for nudes. You may like your favourite videos, you'll be able to comment on videos, and you may share them on your other social networking applications. Those images and video formats are not easy to remove from a youthful person's mind,'' explained McKenna. The distance between awful and awesome in regards to technology is simply one click,'' he explained.

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The app states it is not to be employed by children under the time of 13. While apps similar to this are designed primarily for enjoyment and social interaction, it's always crucial to know about the realities of the internet environment. It is an enjoyable app to have enjoyable and do with friends.

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hviral · 5 years

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Parent’s ultimate guide to Youtube

Smosh, Jenna Marbles, Markiplier — the names may not mean much to you, but chances are your kids are on a first-name basis. These funny YouTube hosts, with their off-the-cuff commentary, silly antics, and bewildering (to adults) subject matter, are some of the most influential personalities on young teens, garnering millions (and, in the case of disgraced Swedish gamer PewDiePie, billions) of views. But information about these personalities’ shows — the content, quality, and age-appropriateness, for example — isn’t easy for parents to find.

It would be great to be able to just download YouTube Kids and have your kids watch something hopefully more age-appropriate than regular YouTube. However, YouTube Kids has problems of its own. And the bottom line is: kids want to watch the original. But it’s tough to manage. Anyone can create YouTube channels, they crop up seemingly out of nowhere, they don’t follow program schedules, and they’re cast out among thousands of other videos. There are also serious concerns that YouTube collects data from young users, in violation of the Childrens Privacy Protection Act (COPPA).

So if your kids really love it, you’ll have to strategize. Reading Common Sense Media reviews of YouTube channels is a good way to get a sense of their age-appropriateness and quality. And digging into the videos themselves — watching with your kids or on your own — is wise. You never know what’s going to come up on a particular channel, since all the content is user-generated.

Here are parents’ most commonly asked questions about YouTube and kids. Also, read our detailed review of YouTube.

What’s the best way to keep tabs on my kids’ YouTube-watching?

Simply ask your kids what they’re watching and join them. In general, kids are tuning into certain channels or following specific YouTube personalities because they’re entertained by them (not because they are actively searching for “bad” stuff). Many kids naturally want to share the videos they like. But be prepared to watch some weird stuff such as unboxing videos. If kids don’t want to share, get the name of the channel they’re watching and watch it later.Watch a few videos by the same creator to get a feel for the content.

How can I find out what my kid has been watching on YouTube?

If you’re concerned about the content your kid is watching on YouTube — and you’ve tried talking to her — there are ways of tracking her viewing habits. If she has a YouTube account (which only requires a Gmail address), her YouTube page will display her recently watched videos, recommended videos based on her watch history, and suggestions for channels similar to the ones she’s watched. Even if your kid deletes her “watch history,”the recommendations all will be related to stuff she’s watched.

How can I minimize my kids’ exposure to iffy videos on YouTube?

Encourage your kids to subscribe to their favorite channels rather than hunting around on YouTube for the latest ones from a specific creator. Subscribers are notified when a new video is uploaded, plus all their channels are displayed in the Subscriptions section, making it easier, and faster, to go directly to the stuff they like. Consider choosing subscriptions together, and make an event out of watching the newest uploads with your kids. You can also try the Watch Later feature. YouTube gives you the ability to save videos to watch at a later time, which improves the odds that your kids will be exposed to stuff you’ve preapproved. You can create playlists, too, virtually designing a customized programming schedule of content for each of your kids or for different subjects they’re interested in.

How can I find out who’s behind the videos my kid watches on YouTube?

Investigate the creator. The name of each video’s creator appears beneath the video window and usually has a bit of information about the person behind the video and/or the channel itself. Google the creator’s name to find out whether he or she has a Wikipedia page or another Web presence (most YouTubers use other social media including Snapchat, Twitter, and Instagram to promote their brand). You might find out that your kid’s favorite YouTube personality has an impressive reach. Check out our recommendations of positive role models on YouTube.

How can I manage the related videos on YouTube?

The suggested videos listed on the right-hand side of the page in the Up Next section are related in some way to the main video. But the recommendations are often way off because they’re based on an algorithm, not hand-selection. You can curate these a little bit more to your kid’s age and interests, though. Click the three dots next to the video title and select “Don’t recommend channel.” (This feature is rolling out beginning July 2019, so it may take a bit for it to hit your device.) Here are some additional tips to make YouTube’s related videos a little safer.

Can I get rid of ads on YouTube?

There are tons of ads on YouTube. Even if your kids stick to kid videos, they’ll see commercials for stuff that may not be appropriate. You can try to reduce or manage exposure to advertising, but the best option is to talk to your kids about viewing all marketing critically so they don’t get sucked in. Alternatively, you can consider subscribing to YouTube Red, which doesn’t show ads and which also has exclusive content.

What should I say to my kid about all the mean comments people leave on YouTube?

YouTube comments are notorious for being negative, but it’s worth reading them to get a sense of the channels’ demographic and the tone of the discussion. It can be possible to find hate speech or child predators lurking in the comments of videos featuring or targeted to kids and teens. Channel creators have the ability to moderate their comments to reduce the amount of negativity. A well-groomed comments section may indicate a more responsible creator.

Are there any parental controls on YouTube?

YouTube is technically only for teens 13 and up, and what the site considers age-appropriate may not match your values. But YouTube offers a filter called Restricted Mode that limits the iffy stuff. Go to your account settings page and toggle on Restricted Mode at the bottom of the page. (It will remain on for logged-in users on the same browser.) The YouTube app also offers some settings that remind you to take a break and restrict your time, although these features are more a part of Google’s efforts to promote “digital well-being” than parental controls. If you want more control over what your kids can watch on YouTube, consider downloading the YouTube Kids app, which offers some features including screen-time limits and restricted search, to keep young kids a little safer on the platform.

How can I find good stuff on YouTube?

Most kids find out about new videos either from their friends or by clicking on the related videos (which may or may not be appropriate). But YouTube itself offers several ways to home in on quality content. Go to YouTube Spotlight for curated content in a variety of categories. Read about YouTube news on the company blog and check out our YouTube reviews and curated lists of decent YouTube shows for kids, such as Funny YouTube Channels, and .

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Simple Shelf Made Easy With Some New Gear – Check it out!

My well house has been a “catch all” for a variety of old things Cody and I are holding onto for the “right project”. Steel boxes, tires and wheels….different odd ball things that are kinda bulky and taking up valuable space. Today I tackled a simple shelf made from untreated two- by material with a hand full of pretty awesome late model tools you put on somebodies “nice” list. This shelf design is made up of (3) 2×6’s and (2) 2×4’s and is adaptable to almost any wall, especially those with exposed studs. After it was fully loaded, I reckon there was probably about 200lbs up there and it didn’t budge. Here’s how it all went:

First things first, clear all this mess out of the working pace:

After heaving all the heavy cargo out of the well house, I got an inside dimension from wall to wall. Inside dimensions over an open space can be a little tricky if you’re dealing with a bowed tape. Since my well house does not have a floor, rolling the tape out on the deck wasn’t really an option.

Enter the laser measuring device. These things have been around for ages and this one may be one of the coolest ones yet. Bosch calls this unit the GLM 50C BLAZE 165 and it is one handy tool. It has a full color display that’s easy to see in low light conditions, it’s accurate within 1/16”, offers metric or standards dimensioning (decimal or fraction), and a whole host of handy features built within its sub-menus. With just a few strokes of the wrist along a couple of dimensions, this laser measurer can calculate area, volume, and even dub as a level.

I measured twice then committed to start cutting all the shelving material. For all the cross cutting I’m throwin another new tool into the rotation with this cordless unit from DeWalt. Back when I was building the shop I used a mini-DeWalt cordless circ-saw like it was going out of style. For a little guy, it worked really well but with a 6-12” blade it had some limits. This new saw is the big brother to my mini and packs some serious punch. It’ll plunge down to a full 2-9/16” depth and runs off a single 6.0 Ah battery.

The brushless motor is silky smooth during cuts and is unbelievably quiet. To be honest, this was one of the main draw backs for the mini saw; it’s pretty darn loud. : / In terms of pushing the saw through the material, this saw feels as solid and refined as any other quality shoed SkillSaw or Makita (two of my favorite corded circ-saws).

With the top 2×6’s and lower 2×4’s cut to length, I began attaching the first sticks of material in place. I began with the 2×4 horizontal members that will support the shelf deck. These got faced nailed to the studs of the wall just above shoulder height. Here again, The nailing went in like warm butter with the help of yet another awesome tool from DeWalt. This one is a 20V cordless nailer that shoots 21 degree collated nails.

The nailer worked perfectly, but it took a little getting used to the time it takes to build up it’s baby compressor once the head is depressed. If you treat it like a conventional pneumatic nailer and shoot it as soon as the head is compressed, you will find you’ve outrun the clock and have to wait just another short moment for the optimal pressure for firing. For a project like this easy shelf, this is not really a problem but I could see that being a potential issue on a job site.

Before throwing the decking up on all the horizontals, I cut some 20” – 45 degree corner gussets to support the weight of the shelf. One end got face nailed to the stud and the other end gets a long 3” screw where the gusset meets the horizontal.

At this point I was ready to install the decking but was torn on two different approaches. Notch my 2×6 deck material to slide over the studs or no? I took a second to look at how that would work and made a quick cut with a Dremel multi tool. If you haven’t taken one of these for a ride you really ought to!

The high speed oscillator is one of the coolest tools to hit the market in a long time since it can get into some insanely sight spaces and comes with a huge variety of clever cutting heads. It also works well for making this inside pocket cut and creates nice clean inside corners. This multi tool is one of the latest to hit the market and features a tool-less blade change mechanism that really simplifies swapping accessory heads. Occasionally you can find bundle deals on these accessory heads like this package as well as this package.

In the end I decided to scrap notching out material for the studs since all of the items intended for the shelf are large and unlikely to need material all he way inside the stud bay. Nonetheless, the Dremel MULTI-MAX is a must have tool for a variety of sanding, cutting, and finishing jobs.

The final step in this construction was required putting up the 2×6 deck boards. Now you might be thinkin this is a bit of overkill….and you’d be exactly right. But for the heavy chunky items I’m throwing up here, this shelf is going to work perfect. All the deck boards got sucked down with 3″ deck screws….which bring me to the the final piece of gear you could consider for that special crafty person in your life, even if that person is you : ) lol

Hardware storage is multi-faceted necessity of the creator’s life style. You not only need hardware storage solution for the shop, but you also need a quick grab and go solution for the times you’re going to be working well away from your shop….trust me, no one has time for silly little trips to the shop or the hardware store for simple things like bolts, screws or washers. Tah-dah! Enter the Small Parts Organizer from DeWalt. trust me when I say these things are way to cheap and way too handy to not give em a try! I’m talkin 20 bucks for the big one and 10 bucks for the small one. Easy Day!

These parts organizers are loaded with quality features throughout; over center toggle latches for a nice positive closure, clear acrylic lid that’s water tight and snug to the cargo compartments to prevent spillage of even the smallest washers, and you can stack and lock multiple boxes together for the ultimate grab-n-go hardware solution. My favorite part of the large box are the removable bins. Previous models have featured simple divider walls but the removable bin is the only way to go.

Pulling from the large well of deck screws, I cracked on with securing the deck boards in place. I set the outer board first, then butted the inner board to the studs, and finally just eye balled the middle board on center between the two.

Finally, I heaved all that mess up onto the shelf and called this project a wrap. I cant stand clutter!!…..and with a little help from some quality tools, I was able to nip this mess at the bud and not have to trip over these odds-and-ends when I need to get in to my well house.

Thanks for stopping in to learn a bit more about this kind of project as well as the handy tools. All of this gear is available through The Home Depot. This article is actually sponsored by them through their ProSpective campaign which involves paid content creators, like me and several others, who provide feedback, exposure, and reviews of current projects available to the market. Some of the links above are affiliate links and provide a small kickback for any sales associated with them. In a way, it helps to keep the entire machine running. Thanks so much for your support and stay safe out there!

Cheers – April

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