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[wyllzel]

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[lovendeep-thoughts]

i think he knows

This AU is inspired by the same title by Taylor Swift.

pairing: Caleb x feminine character / feminine reader

word count: 5k

💌: Hi again! I hope I captured Caleb’s characterization well. This one is pure fluff. I hope you enjoy it! < The 'Read More' feature doesn’t work with HTML. I'm so sorry. I didn't know. Please forgive me. >

I had just finished studying. I propped my legs up onto my desk (still a mess of scattered research drafts and empty sparkling water cans) and tilted my chair back onto its two rear legs. A long sigh escaped me as I stared up at the ceiling, letting the weight of everything sink in.

I had finally transcribed, translated, and formatted ten interviews for language validation. Just a few more months and I’d be free from this project and subject. No more dealing with that one infuriating teacher (╬▔皿▔)╯.

I closed my eyes and sighed deeper. My shoulders felt light, like the stress had been physical all along. Maybe it was. I’d barely slept, though all I did was sit in front of a computer and a laptop all afternoon. I’m becoming a couch potato at this point. At least my skin isn’t breaking out. I’m only breaking down. You win some, you lose some.

The top of my phone lit up with a Messenger notification. I leaned forward with a thud as the chair slammed back onto all four legs and grabbed my phone.

I swallowed hard when I read the last message, and my heart skipped Sixteenth Avenue over the idea that he could be there later. I gently set the phone down and spun my chair around to collapse onto my bed.

I buried my face in my pillow and squealed before I could stop it, followed by uncontrollable giggles; the kind that bubbles up from your chest when something is too good to be real. I kicked my legs, sending my slippers flying across the room.

I promptly lifted my head, realizing how utterly ridiculous I must’ve looked. I barely knew the guy. We only met at a coffee shop. He didn’t have anywhere to sit that one evening, so I offered him the seat across from me.

And let me tell you. The scream I almost let out when I heard his voice. Ugh!

Okay, yes! He’s hot. I noticed that before I offered the seat. His name is Caleb, and he is drop-dead gorgeous, like he could model for a streetwear brand or something. He was wearing a black jacket with blue and orange accents. When he took it off and slung it over the chair, I had to look away so fast. His tank top was paper-thin, and I could see the sculpt of his abs through it. I also *ahem* saw his nipples BUT I’m not talking about that. Nu-uh ✌(-‿-)✌. I’m no pervert.

Anyway, it wasn’t his looks that got me first. It was his soft, lyrical smile, a little shy, but with this mischievous undertone, and the playful warmth in his voice. We started with small talk: names, schools, dream colleges, future plans. Then I got way too comfortable and asked him what motivates him to stay fit.

I wasn’t flirting! I swear! I was just curious. I’ve been on a weight loss journey myself ever since I gained 10 kg back in 7th grade from all the stress. I just wanted to know how he kept going, you know? I want a pretty girl summer too.

It wasn’t until he laughed that I realized how personal and coquettish that question sounded.

“Ah! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to…uhm…I was serious!” I waved my hands in front of my face, then just slapped them onto the sides of my face to hide my embarrassment.

And God, that laugh. It was rich and warm and way too easy to drown in. I felt a strange heat in my chest, right where my heart is. I peeked through my fingers and saw his bangs shift as he laughed, his eyes catching the light from the hanging lamp just right, and his head tilted back with ease. It was like time froze and the whole coffee shop melted away. There I was, staring at him, hands now clinging to my skirt like it could keep me grounded.

I shook my head to stop spiraling yet again about that night and reached lazily for my phone to text my friend.

I can come. See you in 20 minutes.

Because I’d need those 20 minutes to pick a dress and put on makeup—not just to cover up how miserable I’d been lately, but maybe catch his attention again, if he’s miraculously there.

I slipped into a simple pink layered off-shoulder dress that floated just above my knees, paired with white heels. I left my hair down and fastened a delicate white floral lace choker around my neck. I’m left with the final dilemma: my bag. It was between my off-white quilted one or the red faux leather apple-shaped bag. Caleb once shared how much he likes apples. It's something we had in common.

I didn’t want to seem desperate just in case he happened to be there tonight… but the apple bag was too cute to pass up.

Apple bag it is.

I texted Julia to let her know I was ready, then gave myself a final spritz of perfume before stepping out of the apartment complex.

The cold hit me the second I left the building, and I mentally cursed myself for forgetting a jacket. But the thought of going all the way back up alone felt more exhausting than the chill. I don't mind it, but I hope I don’t get sick tomorrow.

I told Julia I’d wait outside the coffee shop if I got there first, and I did. I used my phone as a distraction to pass the time, though my eyes kept flicking up and down the street.

A tap on my shoulder startled me mid-tweet about how peaceful midnight air can be.

I turned, and there he was.

Two deep, indigo eyes that seemed to hold entire galaxies in them. My breath was caught in my throat.

“Hi there,” Caleb spoke, a flicker of surprise dancing in his voice. “Didn’t expect to see you here this late. Do you... remember me?”

I blinked a few times to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. “Ah, yeah. Caleb. Hi! It’s nice to see you again,” I tried not to sound breathless.

He stepped back a bit and looked me up and down with a small, amused smile.

“You look good,” he said. “What’s the occasion, little apple?”

My cheeks flushed instantly at that nickname. “My friend convinced me to go out. I’ve been cooped up in my room for a week.” I laughed nervously, covering my mouth with the back of one hand while my eyes dropped to the pavement.

He chuckled with that rich sound I remembered all too well. “It’s pretty cold out here. Do you mind waitin’ for your friend inside?”

I nodded, clutching my bag a little tighter. “Sure, that sounds nice.”

The bell chimed as we stepped into the shop, warmth washing over us. Caleb headed straight for a quiet corner booth and I followed, asking Julia for an update.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him pull out a chair and pause behind it, waiting. I glanced up from my phone, and he smiled.

“Would you like to sit here?”

My eyes fluttered, perfectly in time with the little flip my heart did. He’s such a gentleman, it almost feels unreal. “Thank you.” I caught the soft rise of my cheeks from my own line of sight.

He waited for me to sit before walking around to take the seat across from me. Julia texted back that she was just around the corner, and I replied quickly:

Already inside. Prince Charming showed up.

Caleb looked over at me. “What do you want to order? My treat. We didn’t even get coffee last time since we were too busy talking.”

“You don’t have to…”

“I insist.”

My eyes fell and scanned the menu like I didn’t already know my go-to. “Just an iced black Americano, then.”

“Would you like a cake?”

I hesitated. I’ve been watching my calories lately, but… I hadn’t eaten all day. One slice wouldn’t hurt, I guess.

“How about... a strawberry shortcake?”

His eyes beamed. “Good choice. I’ll get a latte and lemon drizzle.”

He turned to call over a server, just as Julia walked in.

“Julia!” I waved her down, and her face lit up when she saw me.

“It’s been so long!” she grinned, hugging me quickly before sliding in beside me.

“I know. Glad you managed to drag me out.” I rolled my eyes with a grin.

Her gaze flicked to Caleb, then back to me. Her lips curled with realization. “I gather you’re Caleb?”

He chuckled. “Seems like I don’t need to introduce myself. And you must be Julia?”

She nodded, and then, not so discreetly, grabbed my knee under the table—the ‘we are SO talking about this later’ grab.

“I’ve heard a lot about you from her,” Caleb said.

“I hope she left out the embarrassing bits.” She side-eyed me and I averted my gaze.

Julia laughed and introduced herself. After a while, she turned to fish something out of her sling bag. Looking for her phone, probably. Then she angled it toward me.

“Bad time to ditch you?” she asked with a suspiciously innocent look.

“What do you mean? You just got here.” I raised a brow. She wants to leave me right now? How cruel.

“Look at what my boyfriend texted me,” she said.

Boyfriend?? Girl, you do not have a boyfriend.

I squinted at her screen as she held it near my face.

OMG he is sure handsome! I’m making an excuse to leave you two. I’ll be in the vinyl store just in case you need me. Have fun, sis!

I groaned. Was she seriously playing wingman right now? “You actually let your boyfriend text you like that?” I covered my mouth, trying, and failing not to laugh.

She just shrugged, totally unfazed. “He’s being dramatic. You know how he gets when I’m out with someone else.”

I shot her a look, trying to suppress a smile as she tilted her chin up, smirking at me. “That is your type though, right?”

My hand flew out to smack her thigh. “Julia!”

“What?” she said, all fake innocence, then shot a quick glance at Caleb. “Still embarrassed over that?”

Before I could answer, she stood up dramatically. “It’s getting late. Will you be alright?”

“I can handle myself.”

“I could walk her home,” Caleb offered, a little too fast like he didn’t want to seem too eager. I guess he's just like me. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Julia, whose smile turns up significantly. “Only if she’s okay with that, of course.”

Julia gave me a smug look as she backed away. “Talk to you tomorrow?”

I looked up, making my lips as curved as possible. “Sure.”

I watched her disappear out the shop window before Caleb turned back to me with a grin.

“So…” he started, his tone a low sing-song. “You have a thing for possessive guys?”

“Shut up.” I muttered.

“I’m not judging,” he said, eyes gleaming with mischief as he leaned in slightly, resting his chin on his hand. “Just… curious.” His gaze flicked briefly to my lips before settling back on my eyes.

I shifted in my seat, feigning nonchalance. “I just want someone to match my freak,” I shot back, tilting my head while leaning on my chair. I don't know where this confidence is coming from, but a girl's gotta do what she's gotta do.

“Oh?” His brow lifted in a slow and deliberate way. He's trying to peel back every layer of meaning in that sentence. “And how exactly does one do that?”

I crossed one leg over the other. “This kind of conversation requires drinks.”

He smirked. “But you don’t drink.”

I clicked my tongue. “Exactly.”

Our coffee and cakes arrived, saving me from having to elaborate.

“Thanks for the treat,” I said while the waiter was serving the plates on the table.

“I’d love to have dinner with you again. But maybe next time, somewhere with a little more space?”

I rolled my eyes, trying to fight the smile tugging at my lips. “This is your idea of dinner?”

“Isn’t it yours too?”

“It’s midnight, Caleb.”

He laughed as I glared at him. I took my first bite of the strawberry cake and my eyes widened. “Wow,” I mumbled, covering my mouth with a closed fist. “This cake is amazing. Strawberry cake’s a hit or miss for me, but this? You have to try it!”

Without thinking, I leaned forward, holding out a forkful toward him.

Just as I realized what I was doing and started to pull back, he gently caught my wrist and leaned in, taking the bite straight from the fork.

He sat back, dabbing at his lips with a napkin. As if he didn’t leave me speechless right there and then.

“Mmm. You’re right,” he said. “It’s soft and buttery, not that weird rubbery stuff from supermarkets.”

“My thoughts too,” I said. My voice evidently faltering.

He picked up his coffee, the cup looking small in his large hand. There was something so effortlessly magnetic about him, like he wasn’t trying to impress me at all… and still somehow completely was.

And that thought had been looping in my head since that night.

We finally exchanged numbers, and we made plans for tomorrow night, the night after, and another night after that. Somehow, our late-night meetups became a routine. Each one more comforting, more thrilling than the last. He always had a way of making the night feel alive, whether it was with his ridiculous high school stories or his rambling about the new recipes he’d tried, like his latest obsession: braised pork belly and egg stir-fry.

He always insisted on walking me home, no matter how late it got. And once he reached his place, he’d text me that he got back safe and how much he enjoyed our conversation. Every time, without fail.

He’s been acting like everything I never admitted I wanted in a guy—cute and bashful one second, flirty and bold the next. But underneath it all, he’s focused, disciplined, and driven, especially when it comes to his studies and workouts.

One night, I wrapped up my part of our research paper just past 2 AM. My brain felt fried to the neurons, so I decided to get up, stretch, and take a walk to clear my head. I threw on my running shoes, tied my hair up in a lazy bun, and stepped out in a plain white tee and black leggings.

I jogged around the circle park, looping until I hit 5,000 steps. But instead of heading home, my feet took me somewhere. Where else? Of course, it was the coffee shop.

Just as I passed by, the bell above the door jingled. And out walked Caleb.

“Caleb?” I blinked. “What are you doing out here at 3 AM?”

He placed one hand on his hip and gave me that familiar teasing smirk. “I could ask you the same.”

Then he added while looking away, “Woke up late. Needed coffee if I wanna finish my assignments.”

“I just finished writing our paper.” I beamed.

“Congratulations,” he said gently. Then his hand reached out, fingers slipping into my hair as he gave it a light tousle.

“And since you mention that, let’s go somewhere to celebrate. The night is still young.”

“Must I remind you that it’s three in the morning?" I turned to him and our shoulders nearly brushed. "Where we gonna go?” I whispered in the dark.

“Here’s a clue,” he murmured softly near my ear. “Charcoal and meat.”

I smiled, and I followed him as he yapped about his day.

He’s never asked me to hang out during the day, not once. No coffee dates, no lunch breaks. It’s always been midnight strolls, secret meetups under the city lights. I’ve been waiting for him to take that next step—to finally ask me out in the open. But instead, he’s been toeing the line, flirty but vague. So tonight, I decided to take the lead.

“Have you ever thought of modeling?” I asked, biting off a piece of barbecue from the skewer.

He tilted his head, feigning to be in deep thought. “I’d rather save my face for my future lover. Wouldn’t want her getting jealous.”

I choked on a laugh at his blatant narcissistic reply. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“What can I say? It’s your fault for complimenting me too much.” He winked.

“How could I not believe it when it’s coming from a pretty girl?”

“You really know how to work your charm.”

“I only use it on one girl,” he said, eyes steady on mine. “Why’d ya ask about modeling?”

“I have a friend,” I started casually. “She needs someone to model for her parents’ photography business. Thought you might be interested.”

He rubbed his chin. “Hmm. Will you be there?”

“Of course. I want to watch a real photo shoot.”

“Then I’m in. Only if you’ll be my personal assistant for the day.”

I smirked. “Consider it done, Model Caleb.”

A few days before the main photoshoot, Caleb and I dropped by Rozanne’s house, the friend I mentioned whose parents run a photography studio. It was just a quick mock shoot to figure out which angles flatter him most, which settings match his vibe, and what kind of makeup brings out his features best. Rozanne’s parents host an annual event like this, gathering friends and familiar faces for photos they can use to promote their business.

Now, we’re just waiting for Caleb’s last afternoon class to finish.

I’m relieved he wasn’t bluffing when he said he goes to the Aerospace Academy Integrated School in Skyhaven. Its college counterpart is one of the most coveted institutions in the country: a top-tier state university with a reputation for academic excellence and a long list of successful alumni—airline pilots, Nobel Peace Prize laureates, presidents, and award-winning national artists. As hard as it is to get into the college, the integrated high school is even more competitive and stressful. Thousands of applicants fight for a handful of slots. You have to be brilliant, not just academically, but also athletically, artistically, and socially. And, unless you’re extraordinarily gifted, a few key recommendations don’t hurt either.

Knowing that Caleb is that type of student still catches me off guard. Not in a bad way—just... surprising. He’s so effortlessly cheerful, so laid-back, so light-hearted. You wouldn’t expect someone with that kind of academic pressure or background to carry themselves the way he does. Despite being orphaned and raised by a modest, middle-class family, he seems to view life with an unshakable optimism. Too good to be true, almost. He’s got the brain, the looks, and the personality. The only giveaway is the tired puffiness under his eyes when he tilts his head down. I find that kinda endearing.

We’re tucked under the waiting shed, shielding ourselves from the stubborn sun. I originally planned to wear a muted mauve-edged red cardigan to hide my shoulders, but I didn’t expect the heat and humidity to be this relentless. So now I’m sweating through a spaghetti strap sundress I bought on impulse because I couldn’t resist the butterfly print. The brown and violet wings flutter across the soft beige fabric. It’s cute, but it adds to the ten aesthetics in one closet. Istg, my wardrobe has zero consistency.

The staff are busy checking equipment, muttering to each other about the settings and lens angles. Two of them are still stuck in traffic. Meanwhile, I’m lounging beside Rozy, gossiping and clutching my shoulder bag. I packed it with everything Caleb might need for the shoot: tissues, handkerchiefs, alcohol, sanitizer, snacks, a compact mirror, safety pins—you name it. I had no idea what to bring, so I just bought everything last night in a mild panic.

Caleb arrives five minutes past 1 PM.

“Good afternoon,” he greets, meeting my eyes with a softer than usual expression.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long. Please follow me.”

He leads us toward the room he reserved and offers a casual tour along the way. “This is my homeroom classroom.”

Once inside, he immediately helps the crew unpack gear and adjust the setup. After a bit of conversation with the lighting guy, he excuses himself to change into a fresh uniform and wash up.

He then approaches me, holding out a small bag.

“Can you help me?”

“Alright.”

I’m now standing just outside the boys’ comfort room, ready for his beck and call.

After a few minutes, Caleb opens the door and hands me a plastic bag with the uniform he just changed out of. I tucked it into my tote bag without question.

“Do you have soap? I forgot mine in the classroom.”

“I do. Here you go.” I handed him a new pink beauty bar. I don’t care if it’s too girly for him. It smells good, and it works.

“Do you mind stepping in? There’s no one else here, and most of my classmates have gone home. I just need help making sure I don’t get my uniform wet while I wash my face.”

“You probably should’ve done that before changing.”

Caleb leans back against the sink, giving me that sheepish grin. “My blouse was clinging to me like a koala. I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“Oh, right! I bought a spa headband.” After washing my hands, I dig it out of my bag and show it to him.

“Apple-themed?”

“Yeah. I saw it at the store and just knew I had to get it. Think of it as my thank-you gift for modeling and helping Rozy out.”

I pop open the facial cleanser, pump it three times onto my palm, and work it into a soft foam. Carefully, I bring my hands to his face and start massaging the lather in with slow, circular motions. His eyes never leave mine, and it’s freaking hard to meet his gaze, like it’s too gentle and too direct at the same time. I fumble for a topic to break the silence, but he beats me to it.

“What do you think of me now?”

I laugh. I'm caught off guard by his question. “Smart-ass?”

“That’s all?”

“What do you want to hear?”

“More compliments from a certain little sunny apple.” He tilts his head to the side.

“You don’t get enough of those around here?”

“They don’t mean anything when they come from just anyone.”

I shake my head in mild annoyance. “Stay still.” I rinse his face with as much care as I can, making sure not to soak the collar of his fresh uniform. Once I’m done, I dry my hands and step back to admire my handiwork. His skin looks clean and bright, even glowing.

“All done!” I clap my hands lightly. “Let’s get going.”

Once his light makeup is done, Caleb starts posing around the classroom. The concept is to romanticize the everyday life of a high-achieving student in a prestigious academic setting, still effortlessly good-looking despite the stress. The team is capturing him like a character from a movie.

I zone out for a while, my eyes trailing him as he moves through the classroom, adjusting to the photographer’s cues. He’s completely in the zone, so I take a moment to enjoy the breeze from the window and watch the trees outside sway gently.

“What are you doing, little hamster?”

He’s now behind me. Turns out they’re on a quick break.

“Just admiring your school,” I say without looking away from the trees.

He joins me at the window, leaning on the railing with his elbows. His black tie sways gently with the wind, and his hair tousles perfectly, like a scene from a coming-of-age drama.

I rummage through my tote bag and pull out a tall, rectangular container. “Want an apple?”

“You only packed one?” he asks, leaning in like he’s peeking inside my bag too.

“If you want more, there’s a supermarket nearby—”

“I meant for you,” he interrupts, flashing a grin. “Wouldn’t you rather have this apple instead?” His voice drops just slightly.

“I’m not really that hungry anyway.”

I roll my eyes playfully. “I’m fine. You probably need it more than I do.”

“Then let’s share it.”

I scrunch up my nose. “Won’t you be grossed out?”

“We’re friends now, right?”

I pause, the question lingering longer than I expect. Friends? Just like that? He says it so easily, so casually, like he doesn’t realize the weight it holds in my chest. “Right,” I finally say, keeping my voice as light as possible. I take a small bite, then wordlessly hold the apple out to him.

He doesn’t take it right away.

Instead, his eyes drift up, focused on my hair.

“Can I tie your hair into a ponytail?”

I blink. “What?”

“Your hair’s sticking to your neck. They made you look hot, but I know it’s uncomfortable.”

I snort. “That’s not how you compliment someone.”

“I’m serious.” He moves behind me before I can even answer, his fingers brushing lightly against my shoulders.

“The little girls in my neighborhood ask me to tie theirs all the time. I’m practically licensed.”

“You’re such a sweetheart,” I playfully coo.

“I can be when I want to be.” His fingers sift gently through my hair, combing it back with surprising ease. It’s oddly domestic.

I can’t see his face, but I can feel the care in every motion. His touch isn’t rushed or fumbled. It’s patient. Like he’s done this a hundred times, which he did.

“There,” he says after a moment before he faces me. “All done. Let me see.”

I pull out my pocket mirror, turning it this way and that to catch a glimpse of the back. “Honestly? Better than what I usually do. Not bad, Mr. Neighbor.”

“Told you. Ponytails suit you. It makes your face look longer in a flattering way.”

He finally takes the apple from my hand. His fingers brushed against mine, barely, but I felt it. He takes a bite with his eyes locked with mine.

“It’s sweet,” he says, mouth full but still somehow adorable. He chews slowly, then smiles. “Just like you.”

For some reason, he looks like bread. I have no clue where that thought came from, but it sticks. Soft. Warm. Like fresh bread straight from the oven.

“You’re so corny.” I try to act unbothered, waving him off, but the heat rises to my cheeks anyway. I burst into laughter and had to bend down to clutch my stomach.

“Corny but correct,” he replies with that same lazy confidence, as if he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

I look away, pretending to look beyond the trees, but I can still feel his eyes on me. He has to know. There’s no way I’ve been this obvious and he hasn’t noticed. The way I always show up extra early every night. The way I memorize the little things he says. The way I pack apples and apple-themed stuff, for crying out loud.

The rest of the day flies by as we move from location to location: the gym, the hostel, the garden, the library, the computer lab, the art studio. Sometimes I sneak photos with my phone, wanting to catch the behind-the-scenes moments. Caleb always notices and plays along by exaggerating his poses, smirking without ever looking directly into my camera. During breaks, he comes over to explain little details I’ve been curious about: the paintings in the hall, the model airplanes, the significance of the old tree where his class once camped out after pranking their teacher.

It feels like I’m on a field trip. Or maybe... a date. It makes me feel seventeen again, before the pressure of graduation deadlines and college entrance exams started swallowing me whole. Back when days felt slower and lighter. I’ve never thought of myself as a nostalgic person, but I can’t help missing that peace I had before turning eighteen. My thoughts drift. What if Caleb and I had gone to the same school all along? Would we have gravitated toward each other sooner? Would this softness between us have started years ago? Does he even like me now? I'm not sure, but I can’t have that, can I? I want him.

And I ain't gotta tell him, I think he knows.

P.S.

Rozy told me to check their studio’s website, insisting I’d be very surprised. Not even five minutes later, Caleb texted me the same thing.

You can check the website now. I hope you love it.

At that point, the way both of them were acting? I was seconds away from tearing my laptop in half from sheer anxiety. My heart was pounding like I had just been exposed on national TV.

The page finally loaded… and there it was.

Ten photos on the homepage. And both Caleb and I were in every single one of them.

I froze.

Photos of us laughing, talking, walking together. One by the fountain where I almost fell in, and Caleb caught me, his arm wrapped tightly around my waist as my body tipped backward mid-stumble. The photo captured the exact moment he looked at me like the world had slowed down yet again.

Another showed me drowning in his oversized lab coat, sleeves hanging past my hands, while he doubled over laughing, saying—and I quote—“like a kitten drowning in milk.”

No wonder the day had felt suspiciously light and full of breaks. I thought it was just for good vibes. Turns out, it was all part of their plan.

I texted Caleb right away.

And he called me.

His voice has a slight urgency in it as if he couldn’t say his reason fast enough.

Well… they wanted to romanticize my life, right? That was the only way I could think of doing it. You’re cute in all the photos, so it was actually hard to pick.

There was a pause on the other end of the line.

Do you hate them? I can ask the photographers to go with Plan B. But… I really hope you’re okay with it.

[fragilefirstchance]

Is there an actually complete guide to AO3's limited HTML somewhere? I know for a fact that some features work but only under slightly weird rules.

For example, if you're using the <a> tag to form an anchor to refer to later, you HTML will end up looking like <a name="Anchor" rel="nofollow" id="Anchor"> when it's done auto-correcting in the Preview. If you type in <a name="Anchor"> or <a name="Anchor" id="NotAnchor">, it will autocorrect to that, but if you type <a id="Anchor"> it will correct to an <a> tag whose only attribute is rel, or <a rel="nofollow">. (The rel="nofollow" attribute has no practical effect for most users' purposes.)

I know that AO3 will autocorrect any incompatible HTML to compatible HTML, but I don't know what the compatible HTML is, and the above <a name="Anchor"> example demonstrates that some things are compatible but don't look compatible unless you do them right!

This is especially confusing because the editor will autocorrect some HTML as soon as you switch from the HTML editor to the Rich Text editor - but it won't correct everything. I've attempted to do slightly funky things with styling that seemingly worked just fine in the editor, but vanish when I preview the chapter.

For example, here I am trying to use using the Greek character Ψ as a list bullet. When I originally typed it into the html field, I used the actual character Ψ. As soon as I switched to rich text and then back to html, it had autocorrected to Ψ, which is the escape character for Ψ. (For those who don't know, escape characters are a special code to tell the browser that this is NOT supposed to be code. <p> is an html tag; < p > will literally render "< p >".) So, it accepted the style attribute and the list-style-type, but it forced it into an escape character. So far so good.

Until I click preview. Now the custom bullet is gone, replaced with the standard circle. If I click edit again, the code has removed the CSS attribute that changed the bullet... and also replaced the escape character Ψ with the character Ψ.

Weird.

[sunlit-skycat]

Throw Me to the Wolves (I Thought You Were One)

Rating: Mature Major Warnings: Abuse, human trafficking, implied/referenced sexual violence Genre: Side character focus, angst, emotional whump

Summary: 

“Okay, what is it?” Chase asked.

Nicolette straightened up, taking a deep breath. She’d been rehearsing the statement in her head for weeks now.

“When you Awakened me, you took responsibility for several things. First, that you’d help me control the voices in my head. Second, you’d get me a place to stay that wasn’t my parents’ house. Third, you’d teach me how to fend for myself in this world you were bringing me into. You’ve done the first, and I’m grateful for that. The other two have issues that need to be worked out.”

“I got you invited to the Blue Heron, didn’t I? And I sponsored you into the Belanger Circle,” he said.

“Yes. You did,” she said. “Alexander told me that he was willing to waive costs for the first spring session I spent here, but he can’t let me stay for free forever. He needs someone to cover the cost. Until then, I have to do chores for him to make up the gap.”

“And? Why should I care?”

--

Five times Nicolette sought help escaping Alexander, and one time she rejected it.

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65261623 DW: https://blueheronteanook.dreamwidth.org/18515.html

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WILEY :0 ─ BatDroid

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"I’m going to defeat you with the power of friendship!

. . .And this knife I found."

-- me duh

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-"So apparently the 'bad vibes' I’ve been feeling are actually severe psychological distress."

➜ Wiley [who am i]

╰┈➤ AKA BatDroid [is this true]

➜ He/Him

➜ 17 years old; b-day is 2/29 [i wasn't born]

╰┈➤ That means I'm a minor so don't go being a freaky freak to me.

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Link-> Reminder to sign the Nightwing Cancelation Post!

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> Amanda Waller #1 hater

My bsfs are : ☆ @r3viian

Reoccurring anons: 🌸

My Timezone: GMT-7

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(DM or send an ask if you wanna be added to either the friends or family list)

Family:

Friends:

☆ pls be my friend

☆ @redlostrobin [are you]

☆ @nightlost-moth [i don't deserve this]

☆ @irl-batsignal [you sure?]

☆ @speedywithadhd [really?]

☆ @car0line-hill [why?]

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Backstory: okay so like you guys know who Failsafe was right? Amanda Waller (the bitch) turned him into her servant when Zur-En-Arrh (the other bitch) was deleted. Her, Failsafe, and the Brainiac Queen made a shit ton of these Amazo bots, based off the iconic Amazo android designed by Anthony Ivo. These bots were only designed to rid the world of Meta humans. Yes, I was one. Yes, I assisted Waller in her war against Metas. No, I do not agree with her ideologies. Us bots were used to drain the power from Metas, which somehow gave many of us sentience, compassion, and a copy of the ability we were draining. She found out, and enacted her own 'failsafe,' and set off a mass reboot. I happened to be disconected from the main frequency, and escaped this reboot. Hence why I am here now. I've learned to appriciate humanity in the 3 or so years I have been a part of it.

OOC:

[𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝! 𝚁𝙿 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜, 𝙽𝚘𝚗-𝚁𝙿 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜, 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜! 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜! 𝚁𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏! 𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚖𝚏𝚊𝚘] -𝙼𝚞𝚗 𝚁.𝙴 (i ain't gonna mess w what works so this applies here too)

Any text in purple is me, flynnlocke, speaking. But I also kinda don't know how to use Tumblr, so I can and likely will mess up. sorry in advance.

Filter my main posts using #dc oc rp & #while.e

This is just an acc for my dc oc character cause I was bored and I wanted to join the Tumblr realm w my friends. Speaking of said friends, they've introduced me to new DC topics and gave me many ideas for Wiley's character, hence the new change to his backstory. I hope some people will be intruigued by him, and PLEASE INTERACT. I'm not very busy, and will be active whenever I'm free lol.

Main Acc: @theguybehindthechair

Entire list of my other rp accs:

None cause im way too lazy for other accounts. [An actual lie]

thank you @blu3fiish for the html for my intro post <3

pfp and banner are picrews that I don't remember the link to, so sorry. if anyone can find the links, I wanna give the creators their credit.

SORRY FOR THE BACKSTORY CHANGE GUYS. IT WAS JUST SUCH A SMOOTH OPENING AND I HAD TO TAKE IT. EDITED: 4/30/25

[raindrop-on-a-spiderweb]

hi! i loved yeller feller and was delighted to see it was inspired by a real-life event (or multiple). i read that the moundsville riot (assuming it was the 1973 one?) was a big source of inspiration. i cannot seem to find a lot of information about it, could you give me some pointers/recommendations? i am very curious about the way you took inspiration for the characters as well :) thanks!

Hiya! Glad to see you're interested! The #1 way to learn about the Moundsville riot is, of course, to tour the old prison, which is an amazing experience, as a lot of the old prison guards give tours there.

I'm having trouble finding whether it was the 1973 or 1986 prison riot, as Google results seem to conflate them and both were purportedly started by desire for better living conditions. I believe it is the 1986 riot. Several guards were taken hostage and an inmate was brutally dismembered in the cafeteria, in which his heart was ripped out.

The part about the Warden is based on former WV governor and Moundsville Warden Arch Moore. Jesse is based on riot leader Danny Lehman, both short, cunning men with German last names. This newspaper article is the best and fullest record I can find:

https://www.newspapers.com/article/pittsburgh-post-gazette-jan-1-1986-moun/36885798/?locale=en-CA

https://www.nytimes.com/1986/01/03/us/2-dead-at-west-virginia-prison-inmates-agree-to-yield-after-riot.html

https://www.nytimes.com/1973/03/22/archives/west-virginia-jail-revolt-ends-hostages-safe-no-threats-on-my-life.html

https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/244188701/danny-lee-lehman

https://law.justia.com/cases/west-virginia/supreme-court/1985/16571-5.html

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=YTQyNMFscws

https://www.newspapers.com/article/the-morning-herald-moundsville-riot-inma/158063292/

The New Mexico State Prison riot (in which a nurse narrowly escaped when the riot started, inspiration for Rhoda who wasn't so lucky) is a much more well-documented event; I recommend the book Devil's Butcher Shop, as well as this documentary.

https://youtu.be/3M-hPpuAqwQ?si=ybkH-8dxQIpoQoKm

[wipbigbang]

Round 2 Of Artists Claims For The Regular WIPBB Are Open! Round 2 lasts until July 31st! You may claim 3 fics this round!

These are some of the fics open for claiming...

The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System (Mòxiāng Tóngxiù) #138 Title: winter shizun Pairing/Characters: Luo Binghe/Shen Yuan | Shen Qingqiu, Old Palace Master/Shen Yuan | Shen Qingqiu Rating: Mature | M Warnings/Tags: Non-con/Rape Summary: Shortly after escaping the Endless Abyss and joining Huan Hua Palace, Luo Binghe is dismayed to learn that all his plans may come to nothing—Shizun is gone. Disappeared into the ether, not even a year after Luo Binghe’s fall. Luo Binghe refuses to take that as an answer, though. He’ll find Shizun. In the meantime, he’ll keep building his reputation as a righteous cultivator at Huan Hua Palace. He’ll deal with the demons under his command, all flocking to him to complain about the assassinations carried out against them in the past months. And he’ll deal with the masked servant of the Old Palace Master that has been foisted upon him: Hua Xunshun.

#141 Title: United Front Pairing/Characters: Shang Qinghua/Shen Jiu | Original Shen Qingqiu/Yue Qingyuan Rating: Teen | T Warnings/Tags: Graphic Violence, Major Character Death Summary: Shen Jiu and Su Xiyan are friends and so when Su Xiyan is on the brink of death she asks three things of him.

1) For him to take care of her son 2) For him to make up with Yue Qi 3) For him to make new friends 4) For him to try to trust others

Trying to honor her requests she takes care of her son and beings to open up to Yue Qi and and Shang Qinghua, eventually ending up in a relationship with them both. The three also make plans to take revenge for Su Xiyan's death. Eventually this will lead them to destroy Huan Hua Palace.

The list of remaining fics and the link to sign up are below!

[vash3r]

test wungle 󠁹󠁯󠁵󠀠󠁪󠁵󠁳󠁴󠀠󠁧󠁯󠁴󠀠󠁷󠁵󠁮󠁧󠁬󠁥󠁤󠀡󠀠󠁲󠁥󠁢󠁬󠁯󠁧󠀠󠁴󠁯󠀠󠁴󠁯󠁴󠁡󠁬󠁬󠁹󠀠󠁷󠁵󠁮󠁧󠁬󠁥󠀠󠁡󠁬󠁬󠀠󠁹󠁯󠁵󠁲󠀠󠁦󠁲󠁩󠁥󠁮󠁤󠁳󠀠󠀺󠀩post

this one has wungle content encoded in unicode Tag characters (between the words 'wungle' and 'post'), which are part of the main post content (and can be copy-pasted) but don't display glyphs. they can be inserted in the html editor with escape codes, but the plan is for the extension to encode/decode wungle text from the clipboard or something ala qaz.wtf. it only supports ascii though and right now i'm not up to implementing some kind of base64 for this

[taurmalinedust]

˚₊‧Intro Post ‧₊˚ I'm Shrew/Leon I made this blog secondary to my TMNT Emoji blog @wawanardo This is where I post my art in general and just anything else that I'm interested in.

Before You Follow: My character's stories contain dark topics like Hallucinations, Human Experimentation, Existential themes, and Body horror. I made my friend's character a Widowed father so :3.

My blog is also intended for adults. Clarifying because some of my art also contains nudity and gore. I also cannot guarantee that my reblogs will be for all ages.

Other Socials: ✧ Youtube ✧ Toyhou.se

Interests: ✧ Drawing and all that comes with it ✧ Fiber Arts ✧ "Indie" Youtubers (I LOVE Y'ALL) ✧ Learning HTML/CSS ✧ Learning Spanish (Beginner) ✧ Working on my Characters ✧ Learning about Engineering ✧ older technology ✧ Physical media (CDs, DVDs, Books) ✧ Collecting Dolls ✧ Fashion/Historical fashion [I'm a poser cause I cannot afford to actively participate lol] ✧ Customizing clothes ✧ Making Jewelry Fandoms: ✧ My Little Pony (G1-G4) [I heard about the G6 leaks I'm scared] ✧ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ( ROTTMNT and 2003) ✧ Sonic The Hedgehog ✧ XXXHolic ✧ Jem and the Holograms [Stormer and Kimber <3] ✧ Homestuck and Hiveswap [I cannot escape] ✧ Monster High ✧ Arcane League of Legends ✧ All For The Game Series by Nora Sakavic ✧ & More!! Tags: ☁︎ Art #td_art ☁︎ Pictures #td_pix ☁︎ Reblogs #td_fav Thank you for reading my Blog intro. I will edit this when I think of more to add.

[starzgaze]

ooo!!! Hiii congrats on reaching 200 followers!! Just some questions about the 200 follower thingyy ?just asking to clarify thingss for all) :

But like what do you mean by interactive story, like a poll situation, were we vote for what happens next??

And for drawing suggestions! Is it Like:

ex) jinwoo and Thomas Andre fighting over a bagel?or is it something like the Yandere ones you drew where they're reacting to what you do/did?.ie. The one one you did with Jinwoo and Zhigang (like the little tidbit of them reacting to reader trying to escape)

anywayyys no pressure and cheers!!!

✒️ nonnie

HII AND THANK YOUU ✒️ NONNIE but to answer your questions

1.) it's either that or I'll create a quick online vn that'll have different endings depending on what character you pursue but i might just do the former because i absolutely hate html😕 but it dependss.... lets see🤭

2.) I'd pay to see that and I'm putting that on my list to draw but for ur other question it really depends on what the ask will have or the event I'll put up!! my current idea right now is to make it interactive like you'll say something to the character and I'll conjure up a drawinf of the character replying to that so essentially the same i do for the yandere drawings i do but a bit moree personalized and dependinf on the prompt there'll be a short fic surrounding it!! but yeaah idk still because i genuinely dont know what to do to celebrate 200 😭😭

[kevinsreviewcatalogue]

Review: Stream (2024)

Stream (2024)

Not rated

<Originally posted at https://kevinsreviewcatalogue.blogspot.com/2024/10/review-stream-2024.html>

Score: 2 out of 5

Stream is a fairly forgettable, ho-hum movie, but one that would've made for a great video game. Specifically, it would've been a great modern-day remake of Manhunt, the classic and infamous 2003 survival horror game by Rockstar Games, the makers of the Grand Theft Auto series, in which you play as a death row inmate who is spared execution only to be forced into a snuff film operation. That, or it would've made for a great asymmetric multiplayer horror game in the mold of Dead by Daylight in which multiple people play as both the killers and their victims, with the former side scoring points by killing and the latter side doing so by surviving and escaping. It's rather appropriate, too, given that the film's basic premise concerns a shadowy criminal organization that has trapped a bunch of ordinary vacationers in a hotel to be hunted down by a group of masked slashers, the entire thing filmed and livestreamed for the enjoyment of sickos around the world. Not only is this quite similar to the plot of Manhunt, it also revolves heavily around the world of online streaming, something that is now part and parcel of video game culture, including one major character being an adolescent boy who streams himself playing video games.

And yet, despite this simple but golden premise, solid production values, sweet kills, cool killers, and Jeffrey Combs hamming it up as the villain, it just ultimately didn't come together as a good movie. The problems all came down to the story, which was overlong, took half the movie to get going, was so paper-thin with its satire of streaming that I can barely call it half-hearted in that regard, and was filled with throwaway characters who contributed nothing, existed only to die in creative ways, and had me muttering the Eight Deadly Words -- "I don't care what happens to these people" -- by the halfway point. This is a movie that people only paid any attention to in the first place because it was produced by Damien Leone and the rest of his crew from the Terrifier films, even though his creative involvement was limited to the admittedly cool special effects work. The best comparison I can think of is to the first film��in The Purge series, a movie that had a very interesting premise that turned out to be ripe for a franchise but unfortunately blew the execution on the first go-around. I'd love to see a sequel that fixes all the problems that this film has, but I can't recommend it on its own merits.

Of the many characters we get among the people being hunted for sport, the only ones who get any focus beyond just serving as more bodies for the pile are the Keenan family, who serve as our protagonists, and Dave Burham, an older gentleman who turns out to be a detective investigating the people behind the carnage. Traveling through on their way to an amusement park, the Keenans consist of the father Roy, the mother Elaine, the rebellious teenage daughter Taylor, and the adolescent streamer son Kevin, and to be honest, I couldn't bring myself to care about any of them. Roy is a fairly flat hero, Kevin is little more than a prop, Elaine exists only to add another entry to the list of characters Danielle Harris has played in horror movies who get killed off brutally, and Taylor's motivations switch on a dime, at one point hating her parents and running away with a French guy she met at the hotel only to get cold feet and a sudden pang of "but I still love my family!" for no reason except to justify her returning to the film (and to create suspicion around the French guy that goes nowhere). As for Burham, he's blatantly telegraphed as a guy with a hidden agenda so early on that the big twist that he's actually part of the game not only wasn't a surprise, it ruined the film's attempts to create suspicion around the other people in the hotel. The actors were all acceptable, but they were saddled with such worthless nothing characters that their efforts were wasted.

What's more, the film asks me to spend an hour with these worthless nothings before it actually gets to the goods. I get what this movie was trying to go for here, focusing on the victims so that we care more about them once they start dropping. This was, after all, produced by the guys behind Terrifier, a series that only really came to life when the second film paired its memorable villain up with an equally memorable heroine to fight him. The thing is, Sienna Shaw was a legitimately great character in her own right, and the Keenans are not Sienna Shaw. They're depicted in the first half as a cliché of a suburban family that hates each other, and in the second half as bumbling idiots barring the brief moments when they get sudden, inexplicable bursts of hyper-competence (like, how did Roy know to take that opportunity presented by one of the hidden cameras being busted?). The movie was too dumb for too long to get me to care about its protagonists, which would've been acceptable had this movie gone for the requisite "twenty minutes with jerks" that horror movies usually use to give us the lay of the land before the mayhem starts, but not when its failed attempts at character development take up half the movie.

Where this film came alive was when it focused on the other half of the equation, the killers and the mysterious organization that's responsible for everything. Jeffrey Combs was clearly enjoying himself as Mr. Lockwood, the man who runs the whole operation and is clearly getting into it, at first posing as the hotel's owner to the guests before showing his true colors halfway in. A number of scenes in the first half revolved around Lockwood and his band of killers taking out the hotel's staff, rigging the place up for their murder spree, and facing a number of unforeseen problems that they have to work around, like one employee calling in sick and somebody else showing up in his place, or a drunken guest accidentally breaking one of their cameras. The killers themselves don't get to do much beyond wear cool masks and hack people up, but that is precisely what they do, and it is awesome. Each killer, identified only by a number, has a unique look, with Player 1 being a modern "hoodie" slasher, Player 2 channeling a lot of Art the Clown in his theatrics and body language (fitting, since he's played by David Howard Thornton under the mask), Player 3 being the token woman among them as a hot chick with a sadistic streak and a similar theatricality to 2 (who's shown to be her brother), and Player 4 being a hulking brute reminiscent of Jason Voorhees. The idea of a bunch of killers running around in a competition with each other, like a sick version of American Gladiators, was this film's big twist on the slasher formula, and it served as justification for a bunch of bloody and creative kills, the highlight being when Players 2 and 3 play a game of tic-tac-toe with a knife on some poor sucker's torso. They're winning extra points for style, you see, so simple stabbings just won't do. This movie should've focused on them, with the victims as merely supporting characters and minor antagonists, since the things it teased about the inner workings of this organization were far more interesting than the boring stories of the people they were hunting. The ending teased a whole ton of sequel ideas, as well as Tony Todd as another ringleader for this blood-soaked circus, all ideas that I think would've made a far better movie than the one we got.

The Bottom Line

Stream is a movie that doesn't know what its best qualities are. Instead of focusing on its cool killers and made-for-a-video-game concept, it spent way too long focusing on protagonists who were as dull as dishwater and who I couldn't wait to see meet their ends just to get them out of my face.

[hollowknightinsanity]

Welcome to Bugtism

Finally after a year, this blog has a proper pinned post

HELLO bug game likers it is me, the Bug Thing, here with a pinned post. Finally.

My name is Bugthing (or just Bug for short), I use he/xey/it/they pronouns. I Am The Bug Mod. This is a funky little sideblog I made over a year ago to post Hollow Knight stuff, but it has since evolved into Hollow Knight AND Bug Fables.

My main blog is @goblinbugthing; follow me there for a vast variety of other Nonsense.

Everything else under the cut!!! 🦗🦟🦗🦟🦗🦟🦗🦟

Asks r open :)))) if you have any questions abt my AUs go ahead and ask!!! I love talking!!!!!

Socials:

youtube

toyhouse (VERY unused bc I constantly forget to start learning html)

wattpad

ao3

ko-fi (comms closed)

$$app — $goblinbugthing

Other blogs:

@princes-creations-askblog — To-be-reworked OC blog.

@ask-emporianroyals-au — Mostly abandoned AHiT AU blog.

@kirby-souljourney-au — Kirby AU blog (in the midst of working on a fic for it!!)

@xx-scene4ngel-xx — RP blog

AU rundowns:

Hollow Knight: Empty Promises — My main AU. Crossover between HK and BF:TES. Follows the main story of HK, mostly focused on THK (Holly) and their relationship with PK (Chrysanthus).

Hollow Knight: Twins of Void — Branch-off “what if” AU. Based on the concept of THK (Diligence) saving the Knight (Purity) from falling, unlike in canon. Shenanigans ensue. (To be reworked)

Hollow Knight: Reign of Light — Another branch-off “what if” AU. Based on the concept of THK (Moon) escaping the Black Egg with the Radiance (Sun) and usurping Hallownest. (To be reworked)

Tag key:

#*normal sounds* — Text posts

#funny silly art — Original art

#hk normalcy — Hollow Knight posts

#normal asks with normal answers — Asks

#normal polls — Polls

#completely normal writing — Original writing/fics

#hk:ep — Empty Promises AU posts

#hk:tov — Twins of Void AU posts

#hk:rol — Reign of Light AU posts

#hk:ep refs — Ref sheets for Empty Promises characters

#other ppl’s hk normalcy — Other peoples’ HK posts

I tag AU variants of canon characters with #hk:ep (character), #hk:tov (character), and #hk:rol (character), along with their in-game names.

I tag triggers with #cw (trigger).

I tag OCs with #oc: (oc).

DNI list:

Pr0shipp3rs

NS//FW blogs (ion wanna see that)

TERFs

Transphobes, homophobes, racists, ableists, sexists, misogynists, antisemites, zionists, etc.

H4rry P0tt3r fans

D4ng4nr0np4-specific blogs (big trigger go away pls)

Israel supporters (ew)

Ghost/Grimmchild shippers (I just don’t like it)

AI supporters (that goes for AI-generated ANYTHING. Text, music, art, pics, anything at all generated by AI. Fuck off)

H4zb1n/H3lluv4 fans (I Don’t Trust You.)

Das it I think :) enjoy bugs

[hotarutranslations]

ConanEscape!!

Evening

Real Escape Game x Detective Conan "Escape From The Million Dollar Mansion"

Somehow!!!!!!!!!

I succeeded in escaping!!!!!!!!!

Its seriously amazing!!!!!!!!!

Conan's Escape, I've gone many times but… (3, 4 times…?)

I have never been successful🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

Its really really difficult

Ah! By the way! I also went to the Conan Escape at USJ but, I think those who have gone will understand, Its no good with that fork in the road, there are those that can't make it to the end…🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

Its just, the interactions with the characters unfolds before your eyes, so the excitement is earnestly high, when I participated, in particular Heiji and Kazuha were very Heiji and Kazuha, the guests were a buzz from the first comment! Also, if you say, Sonoko's cute! She gave a a very Sonoko-like reply, I felt a ton of respect towards it! Amazing!

It was fun~~~🫶🏻

This time with the escape, Protecting the jewels from Kid with Conan and Heiji..

It felt like I was working with 2 people, You can really feel it, It was fun as a real escape game~~

Since it was the first time I beat an escape game,

I was so happy I thought I was going to cry!!! lol It was to that degree!!! lol

At the end they explain the mystery but,

As someone who knew all the answers,

The team that couldn't find all the answers, were like, Uwa! It was like that!

My friend and I were like, This feels great~~🥴🥴 while watching them lol

I'm so happy about it~~🥴🥴 lol

The insight from the team I participated with, was wonderful! It was really fun! A serious round of applause for the team…

I also applaud SCRAP-san for the high quality of things!

I'll come again!

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see you ayumin <3 https://ameblo.jp/morningmusume-10ki/entry-12859306893.html

[mostlysignssomeportents]

This day in history

Going to Burning Man? Catch me on Tuesday at 2:40pm on the Center Camp Stage for a talk about enshittification and how to reverse it; on Wednesday at noon, I'm hosting Dr Patrick Ball at Liminal Labs (6:15/F) for a talk on using statistics to prove high-level culpability in the recruitment of child soldiers.

On September 6 at 7pm, I'll be hosting Naomi Klein at the LA Public Library for the launch of Doppelganger.

On September 12 at 7pm, I'll be at Toronto's Another Story Bookshop with my new book The Internet Con: How to Seize the Means of Computation.

#20yrsago US goverment trying to sink WIPO open content talks https://archives.lessig.org/indexcd0e.html?p=2321

#20yrsago Gilberto Gil supports CD-burning automats https://web.archive.org/web/20031001111038/https://www.estadao.com.br/divirtase/noticias/2003/ago/19/30.htm

#15yrsago Printcrime in Portuguese https://cronicasredux.blogspot.com/2008/08/printcrime.html

#15yrsago Writer who photographed HP Lovecraft’s headstone ordered to delete her photo, heaped with abuse https://web.archive.org/web/20080831143307/http://greygirlbeast.livejournal.com/482449.html

#15yrsago Cartoon depicts what went on in the NSA’s wiretapping room at AT&T https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2008/08/secret-room-eff-designers-cartoon-illegal-spying

#5yrsago All versions of Openssh share a critical vulnerability, including embedded code that will never be updated https://www.bleepingcomputer.com/news/security/vulnerability-affects-all-openssh-versions-released-in-the-past-two-decades/

#5yrsago Vulnerabilities in smart electric plugs give attackers a staging point for scanning and attacking your whole network https://www.theregister.com/2018/08/21/mcafee_flaws_smartplugs/

#5yrsago Taiwan’s legal crowdsourcing tool is working surprisingly well to resolve thorny legislative problems https://www.technologyreview.com/2018/08/21/240284/the-simple-but-ingenious-system-taiwan-uses-to-crowdsource-its-laws/

#5yrsago The true story of Notpetya: a Russian cyberweapon that escaped and did $10B in worldwide damage https://www.wired.com/story/notpetya-cyberattack-ukraine-russia-code-crashed-the-world/

#5yrsago Federal officers establish unconstitutional checkpoints on road to Burning Man https://memex.craphound.com/2018/08/22/federal-officers-establish-unconstitutional-checkpoints-on-road-to-burning-man/

#5yrsago Facebook sends man animation featuring cartoon characters dancing on his mother’s grave https://memex.craphound.com/2018/08/22/facebook-sends-man-animation-featuring-cartoon-characters-dancing-on-his-mothers-grave/

#1yrago Google falsely told the police that a father was a molesting his son https://pluralistic.net/2022/08/22/allopathic-risk/#snitches-get-stitches

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I gotta start by saying how much I love this game. I’ve been rotating it in my head like a kebab for the past like week in a totally normal way!!! The setting, the characters, and all the LIFE put into everything even the small things that you wouldn’t always think about is just so !!! I just wanted to get my thoughts out and like- thank your mind for making this story (also i dunno if this is a bug or if this is even the place to mention it but i’m stuck in the apartment complex w/ the vacancies. Like i cant leave, i’m just stuck in a loop between the lobby screen and the office screen with the landlord(?) and there isn’t an option the just leave the apartments and go back outside :/)

Gosh, thank you so much anon 😭 Hearing that you guys are enjoying it really does mean the world to me ❤️❤️❤️

Also: let this be proof that "I'll probably have fixed this by then" is not a valid solution to any problem, because that apartment thing is an old bug and I fixed it by locking the option behind the player having progressed to "chapter 2" under the impression that was far enough off that I would have already overhauled the apartment system by then. I am now in the process of writing the "chapter 2" leads and have not in fact done that.

This problem should be fixed (ie. there should be an escape) now but I also had to do that by unzipping the v1.1.1.1 zip file and manually editing the HTML in notepad so if there's a different glitch I'm very sorry LMAO. I don't think Twine will be happy if I open my 1000+ passage game in the Twine editor

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ACADEMIC BLOG POST 7- Brim and Firestone: Politics and Art of the Rust Belt

Akron, Ohio is bleeding out. After gaining the title of the "Rubber Capital of the World" and scoring a decent set of unions in the 1950s, those in charge moved all of their labour elsewhere, with more workers who would agree to be paid less. The subsequent migration and loss of jobs left Akron a shell of its former self, adding to the list of towns in urban decline across the Eastern United States after the lifeblood of their unionised workers were gone. My grandfather used to work at Goodyear as a union steward, probably not in the image below, but right where he couldn't escape.

Figure 1, 2: Exterior and interior of the Goodyear Airdock, which is now a weapons manufacturing site

The Eastern United States is densely populated, so even when folks migrated out there was enough culture left to form a broken identity still present within the community today.

One of the animated projects I'm completing this semester focuses on another industry of the Rust Belt, coal mining, and the dangers of not respecting your workers.

These are earlier concepts, but I figured it would be valuable to show process! In designing these characters, I've gone through my physical family records to see what a miner would wear-- the suit on the boss is meant to show that he is utterly unprepared to expedition or indeed for interaction with one of his workers. I am trying to simplify my character designs for ease of animation and increased empathy.

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Joel, B. (1982). Allentown. [Song] Columbia: Phil Ramone.

Springsteen, B. (1995). Youngstown. [Song] Columbia.

US Navy (1932). USS Macon (ZRS-5) Under construction in the Goodyear-Zeppelin Corporation hangar at Akron, Ohio. [Photograph] Available at: https://www.history.navy.mil/content/history/nhhc/our-collections/photography/numerical-list-of-images/nhhc-series/nh-series/NH-42000/NH-42021.html [Accessed 21 Nov. 2023].

Walley, C.J. (2015). Transmedia as experimental ethnography: The Exit Zero Project, deindustrialization, and the politics of nostalgia. American Ethnologist, 42(4), pp.624–639. doi:https://doi.org/10.1111/amet.12160.

Wilson, D. and Heil, M. (2020). Decline machines and economic development: rust belt cities and Flint, Michigan. Urban Geography, pp.1–21. doi:https://doi.org/10.1080/02723638.2020.1840736.