#how to boost your phone battery

[rudrjobdesk]

धांसू ट्रिक! स्लो फोन से परेशान हैं तो बहुत काम आएंगे ये तरीके, पहले से काफी तेज चलेगा स्मार्टफोन

धांसू ट्रिक! स्लो फोन से परेशान हैं तो बहुत काम आएंगे ये तरीके, पहले से काफी तेज चलेगा स्मार्टफोन

स्मार्टफोन सेगमेंट मे टेक्नोलॉजी के मामले आजकल हर कंपनियां एक से बढ़कर एडवांस्ड टेक्नोलॉजी अपने स्मार्टफोन मे इस्तेमाल कर रही हैं. दमदार प्रोसेसर और रैम जो कि बीते कुछ सालों मे कंप्यूटर लैपटॉप में इस्तेमाल होते थे, वो आज स्मार्टफोन्स मे इस्तेमाल होते हैं. लेकिन फिर भी यूज़र्स को अपने फोन का स्लो रिस्पांस या फिर हैंग होने की शिकायत रहती है. लेकिन आप लोगों मे से कम ही लोगों को इसके पीछे की वजह पता…

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Tesla's Dieselgate

Elon Musk lies a lot. He lies about being a “utopian socialist.” He lies about being a “free speech absolutist.” He lies about which companies he founded:

https://www.businessinsider.com/tesla-cofounder-martin-eberhard-interview-history-elon-musk-ev-market-2023-2 He lies about being the “chief engineer” of those companies:

https://www.quora.com/Was-Elon-Musk-the-actual-engineer-behind-SpaceX-and-Tesla

He lies about really stupid stuff, like claiming that comsats that share the same spectrum will deliver steady broadband speeds as they add more users who each get a narrower slice of that spectrum:

https://www.eff.org/wp/case-fiber-home-today-why-fiber-superior-medium-21st-century-broadband

The fundamental laws of physics don’t care about this bullshit, but people do. The comsat lie convinced a bunch of people that pulling fiber to all our homes is literally impossible — as though the electrical and phone lines that come to our homes now were installed by an ancient, lost civilization. Pulling new cabling isn’t a mysterious art, like embalming pharaohs. We do it all the time. One of the poorest places in America installed universal fiber with a mule named “Ole Bub”:

https://www.newyorker.com/tech/annals-of-technology/the-one-traffic-light-town-with-some-of-the-fastest-internet-in-the-us

Previous tech barons had “reality distortion fields,” but Musk just blithely contradicts himself and pretends he isn’t doing so, like a budget Steve Jobs. There’s an entire site devoted to cataloging Musk’s public lies:

https://elonmusk.today/

But while Musk lacks the charm of earlier Silicon Valley grifters, he’s much better than they ever were at running a long con. For years, he’s been promising “full self driving…next year.”

https://pluralistic.net/2022/10/09/herbies-revenge/#100-billion-here-100-billion-there-pretty-soon-youre-talking-real-money

He’s hasn’t delivered, but he keeps claiming he has, making Teslas some of the deadliest cars on the road:

https://www.washingtonpost.com/technology/2023/06/10/tesla-autopilot-crashes-elon-musk/

Tesla is a giant shell-game masquerading as a car company. The important thing about Tesla isn’t its cars, it’s Tesla’s business arrangement, the Tesla-Financial Complex:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/11/24/no-puedo-pagar-no-pagara/#Rat

Once you start unpacking Tesla’s balance sheets, you start to realize how much the company depends on government subsidies and tax-breaks, combined with selling carbon credits that make huge, planet-destroying SUVs possible, under the pretense that this is somehow good for the environment:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/04/14/for-sale-green-indulgences/#killer-analogy

But even with all those financial shenanigans, Tesla’s got an absurdly high valuation, soaring at times to 1600x its profitability:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/01/15/hoover-calling/#intangibles

That valuation represents a bet on Tesla’s ability to extract ever-higher rents from its customers. Take Tesla’s batteries: you pay for the battery when you buy your car, but you don’t own that battery. You have to rent the right to use its full capacity, with Tesla reserving the right to reduce how far you go on a charge based on your willingness to pay:

https://memex.craphound.com/2017/09/10/teslas-demon-haunted-cars-in-irmas-path-get-a-temporary-battery-life-boost/

That’s just one of the many rent-a-features that Tesla drivers have to shell out for. You don’t own your car at all: when you sell it as a used vehicle, Tesla strips out these features you paid for and makes the next driver pay again, reducing the value of your used car and transfering it to Tesla’s shareholders:

https://www.theverge.com/2020/2/6/21127243/tesla-model-s-autopilot-disabled-remotely-used-car-update

To maintain this rent-extraction racket, Tesla uses DRM that makes it a felony to alter your own car’s software without Tesla’s permission. This is the root of all autoenshittification:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/07/24/rent-to-pwn/#kitt-is-a-demon

This is technofeudalism. Whereas capitalists seek profits (income from selling things), feudalists seek rents (income from owning the things other people use). If Telsa were a capitalist enterprise, then entrepreneurs could enter the market and sell mods that let you unlock the functionality in your own car:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/06/11/1-in-3/#boost-50

But because Tesla is a feudal enterprise, capitalists must first secure permission from the fief, Elon Musk, who decides which companies are allowed to compete with him, and how.

Once a company owns the right to decide which software you can run, there’s no limit to the ways it can extract rent from you. Blocking you from changing your device’s software lets a company run overt scams on you. For example, they can block you from getting your car independently repaired with third-party parts.

But they can also screw you in sneaky ways. Once a device has DRM on it, Section 1201 of the DMCA makes it a felony to bypass that DRM, even for legitimate purposes. That means that your DRM-locked device can spy on you, and because no one is allowed to explore how that surveillance works, the manufacturer can be incredibly sloppy with all the personal info they gather:

https://www.cnbc.com/2019/03/29/tesla-model-3-keeps-data-like-crash-videos-location-phone-contacts.html

All kinds of hidden anti-features can lurk in your DRM-locked car, protected from discovery, analysis and criticism by the illegality of bypassing the DRM. For example, Teslas have a hidden feature that lets them lock out their owners and summon a repo man to drive them away if you have a dispute about a late payment:

https://tiremeetsroad.com/2021/03/18/tesla-allegedly-remotely-unlocks-model-3-owners-car-uses-smart-summon-to-help-repo-agent/

DRM is a gun on the mantlepiece in Act I, and by Act III, it goes off, revealing some kind of ugly and often dangerous scam. Remember Dieselgate? Volkswagen created a line of demon-haunted cars: if they thought they were being scrutinized (by regulators measuring their emissions), they switched into a mode that traded performance for low emissions. But when they believed themselves to be unobserved, they reversed this, emitting deadly levels of NOX but delivering superior mileage.

The conversion of the VW diesel fleet into mobile gas-chambers wouldn’t have been possible without DRM. DRM adds a layer of serious criminal jeopardy to anyone attempting to reverse-engineer and study any device, from a phone to a car. DRM let Apple claim to be a champion of its users’ privacy even as it spied on them from asshole to appetite:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/11/14/luxury-surveillance/#liar-liar

Now, Tesla is having its own Dieselgate scandal. A stunning investigation by Steve Stecklow and Norihiko Shirouzu for Reuters reveals how Tesla was able to create its own demon-haunted car, which systematically deceived drivers about its driving range, and the increasingly desperate measures the company turned to as customers discovered the ruse:

https://www.reuters.com/investigates/special-report/tesla-batteries-range/

The root of the deception is very simple: Tesla mis-sells its cars by falsely claiming ranges that those cars can’t attain. Every person who ever bought a Tesla was defrauded.

But this fraud would be easy to detect. If you bought a Tesla rated for 353 miles on a charge, but the dashboard range predictor told you that your fully charged car could only go 150 miles, you’d immediately figure something was up. So your Telsa tells another lie: the range predictor tells you that you can go 353 miles.

But again, if the car continued to tell you it has 203 miles of range when it was about to run out of charge, you’d figure something was up pretty quick — like, the first time your car ran out of battery while the dashboard cheerily informed you that you had 203 miles of range left.

So Teslas tell a third lie: when the battery charge reached about 50%, the fake range is replaced with the real one. That way, drivers aren’t getting mass-stranded by the roadside, and the scam can continue.

But there’s a new problem: drivers whose cars are rated for 353 miles but can’t go anything like that far on a full charge naturally assume that something is wrong with their cars, so they start calling Tesla service and asking to have the car checked over.

This creates a problem for Tesla: those service calls can cost the company $1,000, and of course, there’s nothing wrong with the car. It’s performing exactly as designed. So Tesla created its boldest fraud yet: a boiler-room full of anti-salespeople charged with convincing people that their cars weren’t broken.

This new unit — the “diversion team” — was headquartered in a Nevada satellite office, which was equipped with a metal xylophone that would be rung in triumph every time a Tesla owner was successfully conned into thinking that their car wasn’t defrauding them.

When a Tesla owner called this boiler room, the diverter would run remote diagnostics on their car, then pronounce it fine, and chide the driver for having energy-hungry driving habits (shades of Steve Jobs’s “You’re holding it wrong”):

https://www.wired.com/2010/06/iphone-4-holding-it-wrong/

The drivers who called the Diversion Team weren’t just lied to, they were also punished. The Tesla app was silently altered so that anyone who filed a complaint about their car’s range was no longer able to book a service appointment for any reason. If their car malfunctioned, they’d have to request a callback, which could take several days.

Meanwhile, the diverters on the diversion team were instructed not to inform drivers if the remote diagnostics they performed detected any other defects in the cars.

The diversion team had a 750 complaint/week quota: to juke this stat, diverters would close the case for any driver who failed to answer the phone when they were eventually called back. The center received 2,000+ calls every week. Diverters were ordered to keep calls to five minutes or less.

Eventually, diverters were ordered to cease performing any remote diagnostics on drivers’ cars: a source told Reuters that “Thousands of customers were told there is nothing wrong with their car” without any diagnostics being performed.

Predicting EV range is an inexact science as many factors can affect battery life, notably whether a journey is uphill or downhill. Every EV automaker has to come up with a figure that represents some kind of best guess under a mix of conditions. But while other manufacturers err on the side of caution, Tesla has the most inaccurate mileage estimates in the industry, double the industry average.

Other countries’ regulators have taken note. In Korea, Tesla was fined millions and Elon Musk was personally required to state that he had deceived Tesla buyers. The Korean regulator found that the true range of Teslas under normal winter conditions was less than half of the claimed range.

Now, many companies have been run by malignant narcissists who lied compulsively — think of Thomas Edison, archnemesis of Nikola Tesla himself. The difference here isn’t merely that Musk is a deeply unfit monster of a human being — but rather, that DRM allows him to defraud his customers behind a state-enforced opaque veil. The digital computers at the heart of a Tesla aren’t just demons haunting the car, changing its performance based on whether it believes it is being observed — they also allow Musk to invoke the power of the US government to felonize anyone who tries to peer into the black box where he commits his frauds.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/07/28/edison-not-tesla/#demon-haunted-world

This Sunday (July 30) at 1530h, I’m appearing on a panel at Midsummer Scream in Long Beach, CA, to discuss the wonderful, award-winning “Ghost Post” Haunted Mansion project I worked on for Disney Imagineering.

Image ID [A scene out of an 11th century tome on demon-summoning called 'Compendium rarissimum totius Artis Magicae sistematisatae per celeberrimos Artis hujus Magistros. Anno 1057. Noli me tangere.' It depicts a demon tormenting two unlucky would-be demon-summoners who have dug up a grave in a graveyard. One summoner is held aloft by his hair, screaming; the other screams from inside the grave he is digging up. The scene has been altered to remove the demon's prominent, urinating penis, to add in a Tesla supercharger, and a red Tesla Model S nosing into the scene.]

Image: Steve Jurvetson (modified) https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Tesla_Model_S_Indoors.jpg

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[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

Can we get AoT guys x bimbo reader headcannons both SFW and NSFW?

a/n: i think i’m going to make the nsfw section a different post just so i don’t subject anyone to see something they don’t wanna see. plus this would be a long ass post. these ones are all SFW.

eren jaeger loves his bimbo girlfriend. he thinks you compliment him so perfectly with you being so so sweet and eren willing to kill anybody who says something degrading to you. he adores you even if you are a little clumsy.

armin arlert loves you because you make him feel smarter than he already is. he loves that you’ll just listen to him over and over. you won’t complain or interrupt when he starts on his tangents but are rather fascinated. armin lives to teach you.

jean kirstein finds you refreshing, at least you’re honest about how smart you are. he liked that you didn’t try to be intelligent or try to be different. you were his peace, you were his calm. perfect for jean’s hotheadedness. one sweet, empty-look from you and he’s melted.

connie springer brags about you 24/7. he’s got the prettiest girlfriend in all of the land. he doesn’t even mind that you’re not that bright. you’re loving, you’re funny without trying, and you’re fuckin gorgeous. connie couldn’t be happier with you.

reiner braun thinks you’re his dream girl. you’re beautiful, you’re kind, and not that coordinated. he gets to have eye candy and protect you. he feels like you need him and that’s what he wants most in a relationship.

bertholdt hoover doesn’t prefer to have that much of a committed relationship with you. he likes an intellectual debate but he still appreciates your company. there are times though where he can’t stop wondering if he should date you.

levi ackerman gets frustrated with you but fuck, does he find you adorable. you aren’t stubborn or so strong headed like other people he knows. you’re so go with flow that it drives him crazy but he learns to appreciate it. he learns to appreciate the idea of being in control of little things, not major decisions.

erwin smith likes the power balance between you. he likes to guide you, to inform you. it boosts his ego. you don’t mind, you just love him. he’s perfect for you.

zeke jaeger is so intrigued by you. he needs you by his side twenty four seven. he wants and cherishes your opinions, no matter how far out they may seek. you’re something so special, so unique to him.

porco galliard loves his bimbo girlfriend. this is the perfect himbo-bimbo relationship. people wonder about you guys all the time but honestly, your relationship is pure bliss. there’s no bullshit, no drama, nothing but pure, unrelenting love. but tbh, it’s a miracle y’all have made it this far.

my jean fanfiction

my ko-fi (help me replace my phone battery pls ily)

[idcwhattheuseris]

Re-write 2:37 am with Chan

I initially posted ‘2:37 am with Chan’ without reading over it or editing it and I liked it but felt like I could do better for the bestest boy out there. So here is my revised, still post midnight, written drabble for late night softness with Chan !

Word Count: 853

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To say it had been a hectic day was putting it lightly. With the upcoming tour, each hour had been crammed with schedules; fittings, practices, meetings and more. Chan couldn't work out for the life of him how but it felt as if each hour was stretched out and slowed down all at once. As much as Chan loved Stay and knew that he had to push himself to do better than his best for them that thought alone wasn’t enough to get him through today. Just when he felt like his battery was all used up he's phone would ping signifying a message from you. 

It could be the simplest of messages, reminding him to take a rest if he felt overwhelmed, the importance of drinking enough water during the day or informing him of the snacks you slipped into his bag this morning; diet be damned. You were his secret vitamin, the boost that made his dreary days seem a little brighter and helped him push through. 

Rubbing the bleariness from his eyes, a yawn slipped through his chapped lips as he worked away on some new songs. A singular message illuminated his phone screen and the dimly lit studio drawing his attention, Heading to bed, don’t stay up much longer, the bed’s too cold without you x. A smile tugged at the corners of his plump lips. Sighing deeply, he pushed away from the desk deciding to pack up for the night when he noted the time on his phone shone half past 2 in the morning. 

.....

When the door shut behind him louder than intended Chan cringed and paused mid-step, sighing in relief when he heard nothing from your sleeping form. Putting his bags down he couldn't help but stop to admire you, after being away from you all day and in all honesty not having a chance to properly be with you all week he missed your presence. Chan moved to your side of the bed and brushed some stray strands of hair from your face before he rested his palm gently on your cheek. He bent down to softly peck your cheek, before heading into the bathroom for a quick shower. The sound of the water turning off and shuffling through the room stirred you from dreamland. 

When Chan slid into the space beside you, your bodies naturally gravitated towards one another. His warmth was known to you by now after months of sleepovers, it had begun to feel odd without it next to you on the nights he stayed in the dorms. Chan could see that he had woken you up but giggled when he noticed that you weren't fully in reality either, “go back to sleep baby”, slipped from his lips as he pressed them against your jaw. He draped an arm across your waist and his breathing evened out, the stress of his day melting away as he had you wrapped in his arms. Even in your half-conscious state, you could feel the roughness of his lips, no matter how gently he touched them to you. 

As slowly and quietly as possible you reached an arm over to the wooden side tables, fumbling around until your fingers closed around a small plastic tub. Easing the lid off you collected a generous amount of lip balm on your index finger. Squinting through the darkness you brushed your finger over Chans’ lips, hoping that by the morning the deep cracks would lessen. It was in times like this when Chan was most vulnerable laid by your side that you could truly admire him and how hardworking he was. Often times he would shy away from your stares, flushed and giggly when you complimented him, especially in front of the members. But so late into the night after he had exhausted himself into sleep, there was no one to stop you from staring. 

You truly wished that he would take time from his day to look after himself, it was one of the reasons you messaged him so often because you knew no matter how many times you reminded him he would always put himself last. It was the struggles of being an idol and the extra pressures he felt as a leader. But as long as you were by his side, you would make it your mission to share that load with him. In whatever form it took, you wanted to be someone Chan could rely on, the person he could exhale around. Tonight it just so happened to be a pot of lip balm.

When you had accomplished your goal, you snuggled back into the plush layers of your duvet. Sucking in a surprised gulp of air when arms pulled you backwards against Chans' firm chest. You relaxed into the embrace as his palms splayed against your stomach and he buried his nose into the junction of your neck and shoulder. The steady movements of his chest and the soft puffs of air coming from his nose eased you towards sleep. Before long, your eyes fluttered shut and you joined Chan in dreamland. 

The End 

[3tabbiesandalab]

Part of a Family (Part 3)

Part 1 Part 2

Bob is adorable and the best and everyone finally sees it. Hangman is soft as. I didn’t have it in me to write SMUT sorry but I still firmly believe #bobfucks This Bob just needs someone to take care of him for a change. Hope you enjoy!

………

Bob always took care of people, even after all the horrible shit that happened to him, it was ingrained in him by his Ma to be kind and thoughtful no matter what. He didn’t even realise most of the time he was doing it and it’s not like many people even noticed anyway. Small things to make someone’s day easier, to lift them up when they needed a boost, helping someone in training or even making sure whoever wanted to sleep with him was very well looked after.

Well Bob supposed they him noticed then, mostly due their shock that the seemingly shy, awkward man actually knew what he was doing. He didn’t mind though, Bob wasn’t considerate to get praise or attention, he got that professionally by being a very good, hardworking WSO. But doing those little things for people, made him feel good and made him feel needed, while keeping everyone at arm’s length.

Bob walked towards the group as they got ready to go for a swim in the lake. He had a pile of towels under one arm and was holding a tray of beers in the other.

“Thanks man. You didn’t have to do that.” Payback said grabbing a beer from the table where Bob had just placed them.

The others, except YFN who was still inside the house, all grabbed a drink “No he didn’t, but he always does.” said Annie matter of factly.

They looked at her confused and Annie exclaimed “Are you guys serious? You’ve really never noticed all the little things Bob does for you? I have only known him for a few days and can see he’s so bloody kind to you all.” She shook her head at them, even Phoenix.

Bob was both surprised and a little embarrassed that she had noticed, and he looked around the group and they looked both perplexed and a little ashamed.

“Well fuck. You are our mother hen, aren’t you?” Rooster said looking at Bob then at the others, “Think about it people, he is always our DD, gets rounds even though he doesn’t drink and you’re the one who puts my phone on the charger when the batteries low, aren’t you?”

Phoenix shook her head as she came to realise “Oh my God. The snacks in the cockpit and you go through my reports and fix mistakes before I lodge them, no other WSO has ever done that.”

Bob looked at the ground humbled as they all continue listing the things he does, hell Bob didn’t even recognise all of them either but realised it meant that he cared about these people a lot.

“You always shower last, so we get the hot water, don’t you? I used to think it was so you could check me out.” Hangman grinned motioning to his half naked body and everyone rolled their eyes.

Bob laughed and confessed “I guess I do that, for both those reasons.” It was true, he didn’t want to use up the hot water, but Hangman was also built, and he could admire that. 

Hangman was shocked into silence and Rooster snorted.

“Huh Omaha tried to tell us when he was drunk that you rocked his world a few years back, but we though he was talking shit to get attention.” Fanboy mused, and Bob just shrugged like it was no big deal that one conversation had exposed both his kind nature and sexual orientation.

YFN had joined them, putting down tray of cut fruit before wrapping her arms around Bob’s midsection and she looked at the surprised group “Why does everyone look both shocked and guilty?”

Annie laughed “They just put two and two together about how fucking sweet your man is to them and now they feel bad they never noticed him.”

“Seriously guys. He is literally the nicest person on the planet. It is obvious he loves you all. Don’t you Robbie?” YFN smiled up at Bob, squinting her eyes slightly.

He rubbed behind his head sheepishly and said “Didn’t mean to but yeah, I do.”

Phoenix, Fanboy and Rooster all grinned widely at Bob and Payback said, “We love you too man.” and Bob smiled shyly at the statement.

Hangman remained silent still in shock and YFN mused “That doesn’t explain why Jake looks like he’s buffering though.”

Rooster laughed and clapped a hand on Hangman’s shoulder “That’s because my boyfriend here just found out he missed out on a potential shot with your boyfriend’s magical cock.” and everyone burst into laughter.

Bob put his hands up to clarify “Wait a second, I didn’t say that. Yeah, I might have admired the view, but immature Ken dolls who aggressively flirt with men with moustaches aren’t really my type.” and the loud laughter continued.

Hangman had finally come out of his stupor and quipped “Nope you can’t take it back now baby, you…” whatever joke he was about to make was stopped dead by piece of cut fruit at hitting his face.

“You snooze you lose Ken.” YFN said using the same name for him that Bob did, cuing another fit of laughter. “The magic dick is mine. Besides that, you are taken.” she giggled gesturing to Rooster.

She gave Bob a flirty smile “He always takes care of everyone so deserves someone who is going to look after him for a change, don’t you Robbie.”

Bob turned a deep pink, he hadn’t really seen this side of her yet but keened at both YFN’s claim on him and the implication that came with it, because no one had taken care of him in a long time.

He was broken out of his thoughts by Phoenix “Ok I’m done with this shit. Bob is bi whoop dee doo. YFN is quite possessive of her toys. And this sexual tension. You are as bad as Hangman and Rooster. Please just do it already. I’m swimming. Who’s coming?” she rolled her eyes and Annie, Payback and Fanboy followed her into the water.

Hangman stayed and continue ribbing YFN “I’m surprised you hit me with that fruit, you’re as blind as your boyfriend.”

YFN squinted at Hangman while giving him the finger. She reached into her pocket and put on a pair of tortoise-shell glasses “I knew it had to be you fucking with my contacts” and then she took off her dress to reveal a navy-blue bikini.

A choking sound came from the back of Bob’s throat, and he felt himself getting instantly hard at the sight of her so shifted the towels still in his arms over his front. His eyes swept up her body, she looked incredible all curves and smooth skin, but the glasses were a real surprise. Fuck if they weren’t sexy as hell and Bob swears if she was to touch him, he’d cum in his pants like a teenager.

Rooster burst out laughing “Are you serious? Her fucking fantastic boobs are on display, but it turns out a pair of bloody glasses wrecks the Navy’s sex god?! Phoenix is right, this is ridiculous. Just fuck already.” and he took a smirking Hangman’s hand and led him to the water.

YFN looked at Bob shyly through her glasses, “You don’t have to listen to them Robbie…” He cut YFN off, grabbing her hand and practically yanking her back to the house to the hoots and hollers of the group, a trail of towels left in their wake.

They both laughed breathlessly as he led her to his room. Not only had YFN seen him and cracked his defences and his heart wide open, he had never wanted someone so badly in his life and a bikini and pair of glasses was all it took to turn him into a fucking mess.

Once inside, YFN pushed him Bob against the closed door, she was flushed a pretty pink from her cheeks to her breasts, her eyes behind the glasses locked onto his and she bit her lip. Bob audibly groaned at the sight.

YFN smiled at him sweetly “You are the kindest man I have ever met. You are always looking after everyone else, and they didn’t notice. But I did Robbie. And I think kindness is so fucking sexy.” she purred as she ran her hands up his arms and into his hair, bringing him down for a deep kiss.

They kissed until they were breathless and YFN broke the kiss “I know there are the rumours of what you can do but I’m gonna take care of you first OK?” she said, and Bob just nodded his head dumbly. YFN did just as she promised and took care of him like no one else had ever done, with her hands, her mouth and her body.

………

YFN had eventually let Bob have his turn to show her what he could do, and he did not disappoint, making her fall apart over and over in every way he could.

A couple of days later, it was their turn to come up for air.

Bob and YFN were famished and made their way to the kitchen only to find Hangman making up a breakfast tray.

“Oh good you’re alive. I’m glad you didn’t kill her with your massive cock.” he quipped as YFN swatted him across the shoulder.

Hangman pushed the tray towards a confused Bob “I am being thoughtful. I guess you’re rubbing off on me baby.”

Bob smiled and laughed “Thank you Ken.”

Hangman rolled his eyes “That’s gonna stick then I see.” 

YFN chuckled, and Bob looked lovingly at her, eyes shining in amusement.

“You’re in love with her.”

It was a statement not a question from Hangman.

“Yeah, I am. I’m in love with her.” Bob said huge smile on his face as he looked at YFN. He'd figured that very quickly. 

YFN stood next to her brother smiling widely and Hangman gave Bob the most genuine look and said “That’s good. It would be kind of awkward if you didn’t, because all of us have been talking...” 

“We love you Bob. You are not just part of our family. You are the heart of it.”

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[qtipcottonbuds]

𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝙎𝙄𝙈𝙊𝙉 𝙎𝘼𝙔𝙎. [PART ONE]

tried something new 😅, and this spawned from it. i like to picture danny johnson as billy loomis. he is uh uh uh. yes. Part two is here

warnings ;; modernAU, mild language, themes of fear/stalking/invasion etc.

by qtipcottonbuds 2022. do not repost.

𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘 𝗫 𝗚𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥;

Although the calendar has a small printed note labeled underneath the date of June 1st, of ‘Meteorological Summer Time,’ defined in a bold font - it certainly doesn’t feel like it in the slightest. Sure enough, with the tell tale signs of fruit flies lingering a little longer than you’d be comfortable with, even with no windows open; the irritating random bouts of heat rash that would start up purely from having contact with your bedsheets, and maybe the assistance of grass pollen making itself known via nasal customer service - all pointed towards the beginnings of summertime.

The usual buzz of neighborhood cookouts and parties that would begin to settle in the early evenings whilst light was still out (usually paired with children giggling in the streets), seemingly hadn’t begun yet - strangely not even on a Friday evening. Not that it was a bad thing - if anything, it would be a little easier to sleep without hearing bass boosted music vibrating through the back alleys. But, it was comforting, above all else. That sense of togetherness, the idea of living in a tight-knit community. It felt safe.

But it was quiet for the likes of summer. Too quiet. Local street lamps had been lit up, with the occasional few somewhat faulty, still offering a little visibility; but, what was there to look for on an empty main street, other than a quiet night in?

Well, what was supposed to be a quiet study night indoors, if you were honest with yourself - but your attention kept looking elsewhere; phone discarded on the low coffee table, a half empty water bottle, and you, sat slouched, mindlessly scrolling through television channels playing reruns (how productive). And, who's to say a little break wouldn’t hurt? Depending on the implications of what a ‘little break’ actually was, maybe might be an important factor, but it didn’t matter - a break was a break, and you really needed one.

The letters and numbers were starting to merge into one another at this point.

Hauling yourself off the woolly carpet, the ache of putting your full weight into your tailbone finally settling in, you clumsily grab a hold of your water bottle and amble towards the kitchen counter. A keyword being ‘attempt.’ 

You’re cut short in your tracks as your phone begins to hum against the table, gradually gyrating from the vibrations. 

Huffing, the strain from even trying to get up prior, you turn back; you weren’t expecting a phone call. Or anyone to really contact you at all this evening - you weren’t the most social of butterflies. You kept to yourself. Not to say that you didn’t engage with people, you did (more than you’d like to think is healthy for your social battery) - but, you valued your space. 

As you draw closer to your previous sitting space, you eye the number.

Number withheld; it’s a harsh, blaring sort of light against the dimness of the living room, the sort that leaves your eyes reeling, trying to adjust.

You pause, letting it ring. To be frank, you didn’t know who it was. Even if the phone number had shown up on the screen, why would you answer? With the amount of cold callers and scams going on, it sounded like another drawn out shitshow waiting to happen - which, you just didn’t have the energy for. Not at this time of night, only to hear the sound of breathing on the other end, let alone additional phone charges. 

It continues to ring. 

Huh. You had to give it to whoever it was, they were persistent at least. Some people found that attractive. At this moment in time, you decided you were far from the group labeled as ‘some people.’

Eventually the buzzing grinds to a halt, the screen fading to black, and you let out a sigh you didn’t realize you were holding. You didn’t mind phone calls per say, but they left you uneasy. Expecting the worst? Somewhere along those lines. 

Pushing the cynicism to the back of your mind, you resume with your plans of refilling your drink, this time taking your phone with you, slipping it into your side pockets of your hoody, 

A notification buzzes in your pocket.

Ignoring the notice (priorities first), you twist the handle of the tap allowing the water to flow, a few stray drops (or better put, streams) missing the rim of the bottle. You’d considered getting a water filter but, with how tight rent was this money, and putting money aside for weekly groceries - it was a goal you’d figure that you’d live once you’d earned your degree and got a proper job. A secure one at that.

Taking a sip, you grasp onto your phone, sliding it out and onto the kitchen counter.

(You have one new message. Received at 00:15 hours today on 26th of April).

Once setting your drink back down, you tap on the notification, thumb already hovering over the keypad option of delete-

“-You know, it’s rude not to answer the phone. Why didn’t you pick up, you were willin’ to answer the door to the delivery guy earlier, no? Sweet smiles ‘n all -  gotta feelin’ he might be a little into you. And, you know, I really love what you’ve done with the place, real neat. Nice ‘n cozy. Great atmosphere too. Maybe you can give me a few tips on decor.”

A breath. 

“-Anywaaaay, before I get too carried away; it’s understandable, I get it. I do. Unknown numbers, scams, the whole shebang - makes sense not to answer. A ‘lil scary, ‘specially at this time of night. Enough with the negatives though, we don’t need to put a Debbie downer on things - so boring! It would ruin the mood. So-”

Whether it’s out of panic or impulse, you hang up on the voicemail, allowing the screen to eventually fade to black.

Prank calls didn't consist of the caller being aware of what you were doing hours prior. Right. Right? Or about the layout of your home. (Unless it was a generic comment - people say stuff along those lines all the time, is what flits through your mind).

It vibrates once more. Uncertain whether it’s morbid curiosity, you shakily bring the phone to your ear, connecting the call.

“Not picking up and cutting my little voicemail short? Ouch, you truly, truly wound me.” It coos, patronisingly so. Still, it sounds human. Almost. But with the occasional blips of distortion cutting into the call, a part of you hopes it’s just a joke - a well, elaborated, thought out joke with someone who just managed to get access to a well developed voice changer with too much time on their hands.

“Who are you exactly? I don’t-” (understand).

“Don’t worry so much about who I am. You need to worry about what’s happenin’ in the moment, yeah? I want this to be special. You’re lucky I’m a patient guy with these questions… these distractions. Bet you’d be good at a game of twenty-one questions. You ever played it?”

“...”

“...Going quiet, again? C’mon, it was just a question.”

You briefly debate playing along with whoever this was. Maybe if you played along with the conversation, it would end quicker. 

“...I have. I have played it before, yes.”

A pause. You glance over to your curtains, darting in between the blinds in the living room and the ones situated in the kitchen, inwardly cursing yourself. They were partially open, barely a slit, but enough - to whoever this was.

“That's… that’s good to hear. Real good. And duuuuuly noted! Maybe we can have a game together. Nice ‘lil introduction to one another, get some questions out the way. What makes you, say, tick? Shit like that. For the meantime though, how about we play a little game of ‘Simon Says’, yeah?” 

“‘Simon Says?’”

“That is what I said. You like to echo answers a lot, huh. Cute. Gonna keep that in mind.”

You could just wait for him to finish whatever he needed to say, hang up, and leave it at that. Block the number. That sounded like a plan. 

“Ready? Here’s a practice run, yeah? Simon says… do a little twirl!”

That didn’t sound too bad. Pretty simple, nothing drastic. (The lingering ‘yet’ still hanging heavily in the air. The urge to flee your home felt like the best choice, on an impulsive level - but rationally,  what if they came after you? Where would you go- Who would you go to? It’s not like you actually knew anyone, or, worse still, had built enough of a foundation where you could knock on their door, even at this time of night. You were still technically the newbie; having only moved into Roseville a month prior. The only real safety, whether it was comforting in less ways than it should be, was the comfort of your own home. As long as whatever was out there, couldn’t get in).

Swallowing uneasily, you comply, making sure to be mindful of the table.

“Good! Good. That was easy right?”

It was easy, yes. Unnervingly so. And you’re not sure whether to be grateful for it.

“How can you,” you blurt out, “how can you see me, exactly?”

You can hear a tsk! on the other end of the call, unsure of whether it’s directed at yourself or them, “My manners, my manners, where are they? I ‘spose I can let you in on a little secret then, I’ve been watching you for a while. Annnnnd… that’s all you need to know! Now! These instructions are a little more, say, specific; hopefully you ain’t too empty up there in that skull of yours. Takes away the fun - so pay attention. Simon says… touch your toes for ten seconds!”

Acknowledging the fact that you barely have any space behind the low coffee table, you shift it forwards with your shin, giving you enough space to stretch. As you lean downwards, hands pointed and nearing your bare feet, your eyeline meets with the underneath of the sofa lining.

A few seconds pass, eyes darting around aimlessly. 

But, it’s only until your eyes flit back up briefly, widening, you fully register the splayed out pile of polaroids gathered underneath the sofa. Some littered with sellotape begin to peel away, slanting downwards, not suited to sticking against the fabric.

Struggling to swallow, throat clinging on to what saliva it could, you readjust your tongue, licking across your lips. Just an elaborate prank. Nothing to get worked up over. 

(They somehow got into your house, whilst you were still inside).

Leaning back up into your original position, you crouch down onto your heels in a panic, blindly palming against the underneath of the sofa for any of the polaroids in reach. With a blunt nail hooking onto a folded corner of sellotape, you hook onto it, before pulling your arm back, the polaroid facing upwards with a jotted message of the time.

It was you. A few hours prior, chatting amicably with the delivery guy who was apologising for the late package, lazily scratching at your forearm. Somewhat blurry around the edges but clear enough. Mentally willing away the unease weighing in your stomach, you attempt to focus on your breathing, exhaling deeply; ignoring the poorly muffled laughter on the other end of the call. 

Steeling yourself, you reach out for another photo tentatively. It was you once more. In the early hours of the morning, you’d been leaning into the shower, adjusting the temperature and shutting the cold water off.

And you again. This time buried under blankets, sprawled out on your bed. A lone foot hanging awkwardly off the side, and the other, pressing against your thigh. A little hazy once more.

And again. 

They were all of you. Varying angles, some with crude doodles on them and others not, but the implications all the same - throughout the day. Throughout the course of the week. 

Static momentarily cuts into the phone line, crackling.

“Did you find it?” There’s a disturbing chipperness to the tone. “Left a ‘lil something for you, real neat. Took a few tries though to get the right lighting-”

Loosening your grip on the polaroids, you get a firm grasp onto your phone once again and swipe across the highlighted ‘End Call,’ thumbing the off switch.

[portraitoftheoddity]

Besides shoes you can wear, is there any other gear or supplies you'd recommend for beginner hikes? I usually just take a water bottle or 2, depending on how long I think the hike will take

So, the official answer is "always bring the 10 Essentials", but if you're a beginner doing a relatively short hike on a well-trafficked and well-marked trail and you aren't deep in the backwoods, you can get by with a simpler list to start, and then expand your gear as you start taking on longer hikes that take you further out.

Basically, you want to pack for the worst case scenario. If the worst case scenario if you get injured or lost on a particular trail is that you wait for an hour for someone an ATV to come get you or you walk a little further until you hit one of several nearby roads, you won't need to pack as much as if you could end up waiting several hours for a search & rescue team to reach you, or even spending the night alone in the wilderness waiting for a search party because you lost the trail.

I recommend, to start, for easier, well-trafficked trails:

Comfortable Backpack. No draw-string bags -- something with actual shoulder straps and preferably a waist-strap too so that most of the weight sits on your hips. Your back will thank you!

Water. I always bring at least 1 liter, usually more because I drink like a fish. Gatorade is a valid substitute, especially in summer when you're sweating.

Food. Bring some snacks, even if you anticipate being home by lunch -- granola bars, trail mix, and jerky are all good; you'll want something that won't spoil or melt in your pack, and these foods all give you a pretty dense boost of sugar, protein and salt. If you wind out being out longer than you expected, you'll have something to eat, and if you work up an appetite, you'll be less cranky because, hey-- snacks!

Extra clothing layer. I typically layer when I hike so I can strip down layers if I'm sweating or add them back if I cool off, and keep one more layer than I think I need in my pack so if it gets cold, or if there's A Situation™ and I have to wait around without movement to keep me warm, I have something to put on. If you're hiking a trail with elevation gain, it will almost inevitably be cooler at the top than it is at the trailhead. A light rain shell or a cheap plastic poncho if there's even the slightest chance of rain is also good call, and doesn't take up much space.

Ziploc baggie. Good for trash, but also invaluable if it rains or if you have a tricky water crossing to keep your phone dry. Phones love jumping in rivers. Don't ask me why.

Printed trail map. Don't rely on just your phone -- phones break, batteries run out, and signals drop. Having a paper copy of a trail map on you is safest, so if some of the trail blazes get confusing or you run into a fork in the trail, you know where to go. I also keep a small compass attached to my pack.

Simple first aid. Keep a baggie with some bandaids, an antiseptic wipe, a couple blister pads, and a dose of your preferred over the counter painkiller on hand. The most common issue you're likely to run into as a beginner are blisters on your feet, or some bumps and scrapes from tripping. For longer hikes, you may want to add more supplies, such as an ACE bandage.

Whistle. Easy to clip to your pack, and very light -- If you're hurt or lost, you can blow on a whistle a lot louder and longer than you can yell. Three short blasts is a signal for 'hiker in distress!'

Depending on the length of the trail and how much you expect to sweat, you may want to bring sunscreen with you, or just apply sunscreen and bug spray in the parking lot before you set out. I personally always carry a travel-size tube, but I am also the kind of white person who burns if I even think about sunshine.

So, that's what you're carrying. As far as what to wear:

AVOID COTTON. DO NOT WEAR JEANS.

Cotton is a nice, breathable, natural fabric that soaks up water like a fucking sponge. If you've ever done laundry and found your jeans were still damp at the end of the dryer cycle when the rest of your clothes were done, this is why. If your cotton clothes get wet on the trail from rain, sweat, or slipping in a water crossing -- they are gonna stay wet. And that can range from uncomfortable to downright dangerous if hypothermia becomes a factor (big issue up here in the White Mountains).

Athletic wear made of "moisture-wicking" or "quick-dry" material is gonna be ideal. You don't need to blow a huge amount of money on hiking-specific brands; your workout clothes may be just fine (I got one of my favorite hiking tops at Walmart for like, $8). Just check the tags to make sure they're not made of cotton. Lightweight, breathable clothes made of nylon, polyester, and merino wool are all decent options that will dry quickly, and you'll be more comfortable than you'd be in sweaty, chafing jeans. I also recommend a nice thick pair of wool socks.

Happy hiking!

[badpancakelol]

The One in Which a Time Loop is Fucking Exhausting, Chapter 7: THE FUNERAL

It’s not. Enough time saved, that is, to contact El. By the time that they’re flipping into Eddie’s trailer, and Steve’s rushed to the phone to try and call the Byers’ household, the phone is still busy. The hope has been crushed and bled dry, dissipating into water in his chest.

(He doesn’t know why he thought it would work. The Byers’ phone was busy before they went down, there would be no reason for them to pick up after. Maybe it was foolhardy want, need, for this all to be over. For him to be a step closer to fixing things, a step closer to Eddie surviving).

— — —

Pre-loop Steve had come for Dustin’s sake. He had stood there, looking at the coffin as it was lowered, and Steve had rested a hand on his shoulder, on the too-big suit that bracketed his shoulders. It was a short affair. Wayne Munson hadn’t said any words, staring silently as Eddie was put to rest.

After, Dustin had approached Wayne, limping and tearful, and talked. Steve waited for him, a sick feeling in his chest as he watched the government personnel slowly file out into their slick black cars, faces blank. He remembers cursing them in his head. Looking at the way that they had so easily shifted blame, accountability, the way that they hadn’t even looked at Wayne or Dustin or the Hellfire Club.

Mike had missed it. Too far away to have come back in time, not even knowing until he had stepped onto Hawkins soil and convened with Dustin and Lucas. He had come with such a wide smile, because they had won, and El was able to stop Vecna, and Hopper was alive, and Nancy was okay. Steve had to watch as that smile had crumbled, the way that he shook his head, holding his head in his hands.

They had never liked each other, not fully. Maybe there was resentment from Mike for how Steve used to be, dickhole-ish and arrogant. But when he had watched him, eyes red and bottom lip quivering, Steve had pulled him close in his arms. 

(He remembers how hard Mike had clutched Steve’s shirt. There was a mess of arms and warmth as Jonathan and Will and Dustin and Lucas and El had held them all, together, close, on the pavement).

— — —

Steve is the distraction with Eddie, once. Dustin had protested, but one look from Steve, hands on his hips, and he had followed Lucas and Max into the Creel House. Nancy had gone with Robin, and yeah, maybe it was morbid curiosity of the want to know what happened, to see, to feel, to be there in the last moments.

“You ready for the most metal concert of your life, Stevie?” 

He knew that Eddie was going to die. But there was a smile on his face, a glee unmatched by anything that he had ever seen, just at the prospect of helping, of saving the town who hated him, and it made Steve want to crumble.

“Fuck yeah.”

They had lugged the amp up atop of the trailer, battery powered and max volume, Eddie had shredded. Steve kept count of the time, cheering and whistling. And when they only had seconds left before the bats arrived, they stumbled down the roof, clutching to the wire gate, out of breath and relieved.

There was a shine in his eyes that said we did it, and holy shit, and we’re alive. They had stood there, indulging, before Steve was reminded of the vents. But it was too late.

With no Dustin to boost up, they both run. Maybe it’s the terrified need to protect the girls in the house. Or the need to buy more time for the group not in the Upside Down. Or maybe it’s looking up at the gate and realising that the bats could fly through easily, that makes them bait the monsters.

They grab the bikes, going as fast as they can, looking back and looking forwards, stumbling and tumbling, before running again. Steve knows what happens next. Has lived through it, once, has known Eddie to die to it nearly every time.

The bats swarm. There’s a void of screeching and impossibly sharp fangs, tails whipping around at every each turn. Eddie brandishes his shield and spear, stabbing and ducking and crouching. They’re back to back when he says it, shouting over the noise, needing to be heard.

“If I’m gonna die, Harrington—”

“You’re not going to die!” It’s a reflex. A promise. A need.

“Well our chances are looking pretty fucking slim right now!”

A bat breaks off from the mass, tail reaching to drag Eddie back, but Steve is there to grab it and hurl it back to its group with a shout.

“I want to graduate!” Eddie shouts. “I want to have an apartment with two cats, I want to play another campaign! I want to tell my Uncle that I love him, and I want to fall in love!” 

The bats tunnel at the top, trapping what little light existed in this world. 

Eddie turns to him, smile slight, eyes wavering as he closes them, weapons discarded. “Your turn, Steve.”

It’s the first time that Eddie has used his name. Not Stevie, or Harrington, or any other nicknames. Just Steve. It hurts that much more, to be called his name, seen and hiding, in the moments before. He brings Eddie close, throwing his spear, watches as it disappears into the sea of monsters. Steve tucks Eddie’s head into his shoulder as he shouts and he pleads and begs. 

“I want to see Robin happy, I want to prove my dad wrong. I want to swim in my pool, I want to sleep a full night!” His voice breaks and he knows that he’s crying. Can feel the tears roll off leather jackets and soak into denim vests. “I want to live!”

They’ve meshed so close together, bats closing in closer and closer before Steve can feel the beginnings of teeth gnawing on his ankle, or the sharp flap of claws. They hold each other as tails are wrapped around their necks, fingers bruising and hurting and holding, as they’re ripped apart.

He is the distraction with Eddie, once. They die alone, together, alone.

— — —

During The Longest Loop, there were two funerals. The one that Steve hadn’t gone to, constructed by suits to create easy getaways and conclusions for the families who laid wrecked and mourning. He had been through it once before, tired and hurt, and he didn’t want to go through it again.

The second funeral was Dustin’s idea. He had grown closer to Eddie’s uncle after his death, talking and sharing stories, reminiscing on the person he had been — the real person. Not the carefully moulded version that was presented to the public. Wayne had mentioned how he wanted a proper send off, say his goodbyes in peace.

It was more of a farewell party, if anything. At first, they had wanted to hold it at the Munson trailer, but had soon found that is was bordered off with yellow tape, people standing watch at all hour of the day. In the end, it was decided to be held at Steve’s house. 

They had ordered pizza and sat outside under the night sky, and one by one they had told their stories about Eddie. The had laughed and they had cried, bringing trinkets and post-it notes, dice and love to a fire pit by the pool. And once they were all done, laid bare and open, wanting and finished, each item had been tossed into the fire.

Steve had heard about the way he would conduct Hellfire meets, his frantic and overly dramatic way of monologuing, smiling and laughing when his monstrous creations were defeated. He had learned of the time Eddie had cared for Wayne when he was sick, and the way that he opened his arms and his home to his friends.

Wayne had brought a handful of sticky notes from his trailer, scrawled and etched with Eddie’s handwriting. Simple things like “don’t forget to buy milk, fucker”, and “HELLFIRE MEET AT 5PM. DON’T BE LATE”, and “english test on monday :(”. There were the ramblings of lyrics, and misspelled words (“buy graduition garduation school ceremony clothes”), and it was just so Eddie that it made Steve want to cry.

It was cathartic, in a way. 

Steve remembers the way that everyone filed out of his house, some staying in guest rooms and sleeping bags in the living room, and the way that he had stayed outside by the pit. He almost wanted to give up. To stay in this version of the loop forever, where people had gained closure, and told their stories, not knowing the truth, yes, but healing nonetheless. 

With no one to witness by the trees of the woods and the burning stars, he had thrown one of Eddie’s pins into the fire, and with it, a promise to save him.

— — —

Steve asks for Eddie’s vest before it’s thrown in his face. He uses the exact words that are normally said to him (“For my modesty?”). There’s a part of him that revels in the way that Eddie’s face flushes under the red-blue of the sky. Feels content at the way hands or on his, guiding his arms through the denim.

“It looks better on you, anyway.” He had said, turning his face away, straightening the collar, hand brushing the back of Steve’s neck.

“Mhmmm. Maybe I should keep it, then?”

“You have a habit of stealing from the poor, Stevie?”

“Only from you, Eddie.”

— — —

His funeral is a constant. It’s a rushed amalgamation of government suits trying to push blame of the Vecna victims onto his dead body, brandishing him as a murderer to his grave. Steve lives through Eddie’s funeral three times: before the loop existed, in The Longest Loop, and now.

After the failed attempt at contacting El, Steve stops trying. Just for a couple loops, resting, thinking, planning. He stops and lets things happen, a voice in the back of his head telling him this is how it was always meant to be. El is too late, Max is in a coma, and Eddie dies. 

(Somehow, between the fractures of guilt filling him in at the seams, he’s happy that Jason died this loop. Steve can’t imagine the shit show that would have occurred if he had been here, watching these people grieve).

Steve watches the silent tears of Wayne Munson as the empty coffin is lowered, ugly and raw, watches as Dustin places a Hellfire t-shirt on the wood. This time, the third time that Steve has attended Eddie’s funeral, he approaches Wayne.

“Eddie meant a lot to,” Me. He wants to say. “A lot of people. I know that he didn’t do what they’re saying he did, Mr Munson.”

Wayne nods, turning to look Steve. “You knew my boy well?”

He must find something within his eyes, see the distress and the days, the conversations that don’t exist anymore, knowledge that he should not have, because Steve is being pulled in close, arms around his shoulders. 

Maybe he doesn’t deserve this. To cry over someone that he isn’t meant to know, to be able to seek comfort in others. There’s a blossoming of guilt, building and building. Steve can feel it in the way his hands shake, or the way his teeth ache in sorrow as he rests his head on Wayne’s shoulder and weeps.

— — —

“How did you know Eddie?” 

Later, Dustin questions him. They had escaped to the empty halls of Steve’s house, sitting on the couch in the living room and, where Steve had held the kid until his breathing had evened out, and his eyes were drier.

“He never mentioned you, and every time I brought you up, Steve, he would be so weirded out at how you were no longer an asshole.”

“Hey, that feels a little unfair! I wasn’t even a dick to him!”

Dustin levels him with a look that Steve swears he has used on the kids before. He almost wants to dodge the question, or tell the teen about the loops and the impossible task of saving everyone that has been placed upon his shoulders, and his alone. 

(He remembers the haunted look in Robin’s eyes as he had slipped into the pool. Steve decides that the kid’s been through enough).

“Trauma pulls people together. Going through all that shit with him in the Upside Down, and getting to know who he was, only for him to die?” Steve breathes. “It’s a lot.”

He’s known Eddie for so long, so little, of time, that it feels disingenuous. When Dustin starts telling Steve about him — stories of campaigns and lunch monologues and fake monsters — the overwhelming feeling of nothing that happened was real starts to take over.

[leexsa]

i downloaded iOS 16 and macOS ventura on my phone and macbook respectively, so im here to share about some of the cool stuff!

ios:

the lockscreen is POGGERS, but i still have no idea how to put people in front of the font and stuff. i'll probably figure that out later, but i'm happy with this rn. the font options go from nice and aesthetic to slightly deranged, with weird numbers and all. the widgets were a good idea.

music player!!

the music player has two modes. one more compressed and compact:

and one more bigger zoomed-in version of the album art!

this is a really nice touch for people who are into album art and like seeing them, and the compact method works with those who want to be a little more private about what theyre listening to. theres also a little equaliser on the top right of the progress bar right next to the song title, which i think is pretty neat!

other stuffystuff:

overall, the animations seem a lot more natural, and i really like that. it makes me feel more comfortable using my phone, and it feels as if it's brand new. this just shows how much software affects the experience, and apple outdid themselves this time. although, there are a few slight animation errors that i've already informed them about, so hopefully they do something soon.

the scrolling on the home page is almost the same as iOS15, but instead the dots at the bottom have a search function when the phone is still. i think for small handed people like me would be okay to use it, but i'm not really sure this function is needed since all we can do is just swipe down for spotlight.

but when we DO swipe down, there's a new animation that makes the search button at the bottom of the screen come up to be the search bar itself. pretty cool ngl

the fixed app row at the bottom of the homescreen seems even closer to the edge, either that or my eyes are failing me. there's no battery percentage yet, but hopefully the actually update has it :')

the hold picture thing isn't working for me as for now, but that's maybe bc i'm on an older phone. can beta testers who use newer phones tell me if it works on yours?

the fitness app was a good thing i feel. im always super unmotivated to exercise, so i think seeing the rings themselves can help me force myself to exercise everyday :D

that's all for iOS! onto macOS!

ok first things first, ventura is BIG. like big BIG update. 12gb???? my computer was having a difficult time to download everything, but i eventually got it downloaded. and the biggest thing in this update:

stage manager!

(dont mind the ayato wallpaper thanks 💀)

stage manager actually boosted my productivity in class, a LOT. my moots know that we use our computers a lot in class, and stage manager helped me not only focus, but do my work more efficiently. i used to be a very everything-full-screen person. i would put all of my windows in full screen mode and travelling between them was a little bit torturous. but stage manager somewhat found a middleground for people who love full screen and minimised windows. they made it so that your current window was big enough to feel like it's full screen, but you still have the stage manager at the side for you to switch your windows whenever you want to.

however, it was a little difficult to navigate at first. i kept opening windows that i wasnt supposed to and i had no idea how to group tabs and separate them. hopefully the feedback i gave to apple will allow them to give more direct instructions on how to use the stage manager.

oh. that's pretty much everything. well for me at least, most of the update was an aesthetic upgrade, but self performance could also be boosted! i'm not sure about other features, but these few are the ones that really stuck with me!

[cellularrepeaterforbangladesh]

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[randomshytt]

Mistplay

I'm sure that you've seen the ads for mistplay.

Before I delve too deeply into it, I want to say that I absolutely love mistplay. I've cashed out close to 75 bucks but it's not fast and it's VERY time consuming.

Still, they do pay out and the selection of games that they have is VERY GOOD.

Mistplay does not use an offer wall or game leveling system to pay you.

Mistplay pays you according to how long you actually play the game..

In order to be paid by mistplay, you need to enable tracking on your phone and allow the phone to track how long you play each game.

Any game that is available on mistplay, you can download and play.

You can even play games that you've been playing forever. (Candy crush, dice dreams, any merge game).

The mistplay app tracks how long you play each game, not in game achievements or in game leveling.

There are few drawbacks to using mistplay.

The payout takes about 48 hours to reach your PayPal.

Each game has a 2 hour limit to play it each Day.

Some games are crappy and they stop tracking intermittently, which means that you have to exit the game and close out the mistplay app to get it to track again.

The app and their games take a MASSIVE amount of battery and space on your phone.

If a game isn't boosted, don't even touch it .

All in all I'd give mistplay a B-. They don't lie or mislead at all. The payout just takes time.

[purplesurveys]

1524

Do you believe you've met your soulmate or one of them?: No, but I also don’t believe in soulmates.

When did you last have grape juice?: I don’t think I’ve ever had grape juice. I’ve had lots of grape flavored candy LOL but never for juice.

Have you learned anything today?: Hmmmm. So I had been looking for new museums to visit because I feel like I’ve already been to every single one around Manila and the neighboring cities, until I learned that there is actually an absolute. fuck. ton. of galleries and exhibits around the metro. I went into a rabbit hole a few hours ago going through the social media accounts of all the underground galleries out there and followed them all for future reference.

Have you been to any parties here recently?: Yeah, I went to one last Thursday. 

Are you good at reading body language?: Yeah, I’m too observant for my own good, I’m afraid.

How many hours of sleep did you get last night?: Around 5, which is my average.

What were the last 3 emojis you used?: I’d check my phone but the battery died half an hour ago and I don’t feel like charging it.

Is it currently warm where you live?: It is a little bit, yeah. I have the fan pointed at me so I feel comfortable, but I’d sweat bullets the moment I turn it off.

Do you use Facebook?: Yeah for the shitposting of it all.

Do you like the smell of coconut?: Oh gosh, no. Never did and I don’t think I ever will.

Do you prefer longer or short socks?: The shorter the better.

What size shoe do you wear?: 6 or 7, though I typically go with 6.

Chocolate or Vanilla ice cream?: Chocolate.

Do you or anyone you know have sleep apnea?: Nopes.

Where is your favorite place to be?: The beach, a museum, or a coffee shop.

How many times have you fallen in the past year?: Hahahahahaha, one. And it led to a busted-up ankle.

Do you like to leave your window open at night or do you use a fan?: I always have a fan on but I’ve since stopped opening my windows at night which I had always done before - too invasive. What I do is keep the aircon on til like 2 or 3 AM so that it gets cold enough to keep me comfortable till the morning.

Is there a celebrity you dislike for no reason other than they annoy you?: Taylor Swift.

If you find a spider in your home, do you set it free or kill it?: I let it roam around. They hide in the end anyway.

Would you say you're addicted to social media?: Nah, I’ve certainly toned down in the last few years. When I was a teenager I used to post 100, 200 tweets in a day; but I can now go days without tweeting anything. Same with my other accounts. I mostly check social media just to see if the boys posted anything new, lol.

How many pets have you had in your lifetime?: I’ll never know for sure because we used to have lots of goldfish. But apart from those, I can count 8 - two lovebirds, a rabbit, a chick, a cat, and three dogs.

Do you sunburned easy?: I had really bad sunburns as a kid, but I haven’t had any since.

Of all the houses you've lived in, which was your favorite?: This current one. It’s the first one that my immediate family can say is ours in every sense of the word, so it’s just nice to live someplace quiet and without extended family especially considering that the latter is the usual setting in Filipino households. I love my extended family, but I also like living in a house with just five people in it lol.

Do you or would you ever use online dating?: I did, but only for the ego boost after my breakup. It felt nice seeing people wanting to match with me, honestly. That was really all I needed lol - after I felt good enough and validated, I deleted the app since I was never on there to pursue a fling or another relationship altogether. What do you wish you could get paid for?: Watching videos on YouTube since I pretty much do it nonstop.

What did you get into trouble for as a kid?: Playing outside for too long. My grandma was pretty strict and we had a rule that we had to be back inside by 6, but we were kids and we liked breaking that rule so that we got to play outside for longer.

What's something good that has happened here recently?: My (now former) work wife aka Kata started her new job this week and I couldn’t be any happier for her. It’s high time that she started spreading her wings to explore other opportunities and boy is she also fucking swimming in money in her new position! Hahahaha.

Do you remember the first time you've ever driven a car? How did that go?: Yeah, but it was nothing notable. I used our super old Mitsubishi Lancer to drive around the village and nearly grazed the passenger side mirror by a wall.

Who did you last say "I love you" to?: The dogs.

When did you last feel beautiful?: I’m not sure; this isn’t really a sensation I feel too often. Not that this has any underlying meanings - I feel other positive feelings instead, like peace and confidence. Not so much of beauty.

Are you currently frustrated over something?: Uh, not so much. I am expecting to feel quite vexed tomorrow because for context, I get to enjoy a very specific non-working holiday whereas for most other people it’s a normal Friday, so I’m still expecting to get a flurry of work emails. But at least I won’t be obligated to reply to any of them, so there’s that.

Would you ever like to travel to Ireland? Or have you ever been?: I’ve never been but I’d never say no.

Have you ever had a yard sale?: Nopes.

Do you enjoy going to yard sales or garage sales?: Not really.

Do you know someone with a big ego?: Used to.

What color is your most used blanket?: I don’t have one.

Does it annoy you when people type in all caps?: I mean if the situation doesn’t call for all caps, yes, I imagine I’d be annoyed.

Do you like gummy bears?: Love them.

Where is your favorite place to grocery shop?: S&R.

Have any plans for the day?: SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

[queerandom]

also, why does my phone batter just randomly slip into decline super fast all of a sudden? i feel like it should either die slowly or just, kick the can lol

ok so i originally wrote the text below the dashes explaining why i thought this occurred but then i began fact checking and stumbled upon this:

this made me realize that the reason was not what i originally thought it was.

why is this? so, your phone measures percentage by the current voltage of the battery. it's actually not capable of figuring out the actual battery percentage without calibration which causes it to incorrectly assume the state of charge so.... yea.

well, this is usually due to a weak battery, but the reason why it drops faster when low probably because of the voltage regulation circuitry in your phone.

anyway, i don't want to throw away all my hard work so below is the original text:

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you see, the voltage of a battery declines as it dies. a standard lithium cell is at 100% when the voltage is 4.2v and is at 0% if the voltage is at 2.7v. due to this, there needs to be circuitry inside the device that regulates the voltage so that it's stable, so that everything doesn't act weird when your battery is running low, things like phone randomly shutting off, everything being dim, quiet speaker, etc.

now, let's talk about current. so, let's say that your phone's onboard circuitry is taking 1A of current at 5v, and the battery's voltage is 4v. it obtains the 5v power from the regulator, which takes the 4v and boosts it up to 5v.

so, with this in mind, let's do some math. the total amount of power transferred is measured in watts (yes i am aware that watts isn't actually power, but rather power per second, but for my purpose it's okay to say it is). we calculate watts by multiplying the voltage and the amperage together. so, the phone's circuitry is using 1A×5v watts, or 5w.

back to the regulator, the amount of power coming in to the regulator must be greater than or equal to the power coming out. if there's more coming out, then that power would be coming from nowhere, which contradicts the law of conservation of energy.

so, the regulator needs to pull at least 5w of power from the battery. since the battery voltage is 4v, we can find how many amps we need to draw from the battery to get 5w with simple algebra. if we have the equation 5w = 4v • x. solving for x we get 5w/4v, or 1.2A.

notice how 1.2A is greater than 1A? this must mean that a voltage regulator would need to draw more current when the input voltage is lower.

if we put it to more of an extreme case, if the battery voltage is at 2.7v, and we're taking it up to 5v at 1A again, we can do the same formula. 5w/2.7v ≈ 1.9A. that's almost double the current! this depletes the battery faster than it would at 4v.

[bikesatbrighton]

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Introduction: Embracing the E-Bike Revolution

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Benefits of E-Bikes

E-bikes offer numerous benefits, including eco-friendly transportation, improved fitness, and enhanced accessibility. Their electric motors provide a boost of power when needed, making cycling more accessible to people of all ages and fitness levels.

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When selecting an e-bike in Melbourne, consider factors such as battery range, motor power, riding style, and budget. Whether you prefer a city cruiser, a mountain e-bike, or a folding model for easy storage, there's an e-bike to suit your needs and preferences.

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Is getting up on time hard for you because you don't hear regular alarm clocks well? Do you feel worried about oversleeping and missing important stuff like medicine or appointments? Good news - there are special alarms made just for people who are hard of hearing! These clocks use extra loud sounds, bed shakers, and bright flashing lights to help you wake up more easily. Keep reading to learn how these alarms for the hard of hearing work.

Uses Amplified Sound, Vibration and Flashing Light

Special alarms or alarm clocks for the hard of hearing have very loud sounds from speakers, up to 80 decibels. They also can shake your bed to wake you. Flashing bright lights helps wake you up too. These extra signals help people who can't hear regular alarms.

Choose How You Want To Wake Up

Everyone wakes up differently. You can pick how long your alarm lasts. Choose the sound loudness and type. Pick how hard your bed shakes. You can even pick light colors and flash speed. Setting your combination helps the alarm work just for you.

Have Back-Up Power

It is very bad if an alarm with low batteries doesn't wake you up on time. These special clocks use power cords that don't run out. Some have backup batteries or solar power too. This gives reliable waking.

Take Your Personal Alarm Clock When Traveling

Portable vibrating clocks let you take your alert on trips. They are easy to pack in suitcases.

Good For Elders Too

Many older adults have hearing loss and wake-up issues. Large, clear displays on these clocks also help. Voice alerts or certain tones also help those with dementia. Convenient remote controls make them easy to set too.

Less Anxiety and Frustration

When you can't wake up on time, it causes much worry and anger. It also makes you very tired. The right alarms mean you control your schedule. You will sleep better and feel better every day.

Conclusion

Special alarm clocks for those who are hard of hearing use special means for waking up. They can have extra loud sounds, strong bed-shaking sensations and bright strobe lights that force you awake. By reducing waking worries, these specialized alarm clocks give back independence and boost mental health.

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