#java swing

[forever-stuck-on-java-8]

I fucking hate Microsoft (for many reasons) but the reason of today is that I can't fucking set the background color of a tab in a tabbed pane because Microsoft didn't feel like implementing that part of the java LAF (Look and Feel) spec for their "Windows LAF".

Granted Java's LAF has a bunch of issues, but I spend over 3 hours troubleshooting this today and I want to strangle whomever is responsible.

[arshikasingh]

Difference between AWT and Swing

Let's see the difference between AWT and Swing:

[elgarnaouicom]

(via Image Memory Game using Java - part 1)

[buddierecs]

bobby being buck's parent fics

w/ buddie in honour of the horrors that was today, i figured that we needed a bit more comfort (pain?) to go with it this is a mixed rated list, make sure to check the tags. remember to leave kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

the ordeal of dating your captain's (adopted) son (series) by: polish_amber "The au where bobby adopted evan when he was six years old, and then twenty years later eddie joins the 118 and starts dating buck... and no one initially realises that evan and buck are, in fact, the same person." word count: 307k important tags: bobby adopted buck, miscommunication, team as family, developing relationship

we found love right where we were by: polish_amber "the one where may ensures buck is enfolded properly into the grant-nash clan, which means bobby (and by extension the firefam, because gossip) suddenly gets significantly more insight into the inner workings of the buckley-diaz family, and all roads lead to buddie…" word count: 70k important tags: buck & may siblings, fluff, family feels if it weren't for second chances by: alasse a story about how buck finds a chosen family, and with a few twists and turns, eventually gets to the 118, meets eddie diaz, and maybe finds himself a second and a third (or, an evan nash story). word count: 47k important tags: familes of choice, buck & bobby save each other, slow burn buck being bathena's kid fics (lots of works, check tags for each one) by: smilingbuckley "A bunch of stand-alone fics where Bobby and/or Athena are acting like his parents/are his parents." word count: 533k important tags: bobby & athena being buck's parents, buck, may & harry as siblings, team as family winter prayer by: daisies_and_briars "when a work conflict prevents athena from accompanying bobby to minnesota for the ten year anniversary of his family dying, buck and may offer to go instead. over the course of the trip, they all learn more about each other, and bobby faces his grief." word count: 18k important tags: may & buck siblings, road trips, established relationship, grief, healing words, how little they man when they're a little too late by: polish_amber "the one where buck builds a family and his birth parents get exposed to pieces of it in the aftermath of 6x10: in a flash." word count: 13k important tags: hurt!evan buckley, pre-relationship buddie, pov outsider, team as family catharsis by: rogerzsteven "it only takes one minor inconvenience for buck to have his long overdue breakdown." word count: 5.3k important tags: emotional hurt/comfort, angst, mental breakdown, multiple pov to be loved anyways by: bookworm0303 "buck experiences the unconditional love of a parent for the first time in his life at a five year-old's birthday party." word count: 15k important tags: established relationship, buckley siblings have bad parents, protective!bobby nash bobby versus buddie by: songbvrd "five times bobby tried to gently hold buddie's hands and tell them they were in love, and one time they got the picture." word count: 10k important tags: 5+1 things, mutual pining, idiots in love, bobby nash pov the one with the return of the sex addiction by: buddiefication "bobby can tell that buck has a secret. he’s been showing up to things late, forgetting important information, and getting easily distracted. bobby comes to the most obvious conclusion: buck’s self-diagnosed sex addiction has returned in full-swing." word count: 2.7k important tags: outsider pov, secret relationship, worried!bobby java blues by: ravens_words "eight times buck drank bobby’s coffee, and the one time bobby made it for him." word count: 5.5k important tags: bobby nash pov, fluff

[hotfudgecherryrosy]

Youre totally 100% correct but consider this:

I forgor the difference between FX and Swing

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Bro i hate that java is the language im best with. Its like saying “yeah im an artist. My favorite medium is duct taping garbage together”

This is why Microsoft said fuck it and remade all of Minecraft in C++.

Im a decent coder. I have 6 years of experience. I call my java code spaghetti code because i whole heartedly belief all java code is inherently spaghetti code. I felt more confident in my all Assembly Language projects than my comparatively simple java projects.

im tired of scrolling through my code because java sucks

im going to use evil programming methods

edit: predictably, this broke my code

[voluptuarian]

Oh hey @forthegothicheroine, I was able to pull up the track listing for my Fallout playlists on Wayback Machine, including the one that's specifically themed for Fallout 4

Don't They Know It's the End of the World: A Fallout Radio Fanmix

One More Kiss, Dear by Vangelis

Chatanooga Choo Choo by Glenn Miller

Swing Doors by Allan Gray

Robot Man by Jamie Horton

My Blue Heaven by Gene Austin

Ain't Nobody Here But Us Chickens by Louis Jordan

Obey Your Air Raid Warden by Tony Pastor

You're A Sweet Little Headache by Helen Forrest

Red Silk Stockings And Green Perfume by Sammy Kaye

You're Just In Love by Perry Como

I Surrender Dear by Red Norvo

I'll Never Smile Again by Frank Sinatra with Tommy Dorsey & His Orchestra

Love Is The Sweetest Thing by Al Bowlly & Ray Noble and His Orchestra

Personality by Johnny Mercer & Pied Pipers

Tic, Tic, Tic by Doris Day

Worry, Worry, Worry by The Three Suns

(Get Your Kicks On) Route 66 by Nat King Cole

No More by Billie Holiday

The End Of The World by Patti Page

At The Flying 'W' by Elliot Lawrence and Rosalind Patton

It Might As Well Be Spring by Margaret Whiting & Paul Weston Orchestra

One For My Baby (And One More For The Road) by Frank Sinatra

Pack Up Your Troubles In Your Old Kit Bag by Bob Crosby With Martha Tilton

Jazzy Interlude by Billy Munn

In The Mood by Glenn Miller

I Have Eyes by Artie Shaw & His Orchestra

Big Spender by Peggy Lee

Stars Of The Midnight Range by Johnny Bond

You'd Better Go Now by Billie Holiday

Oh Boy, I'm In the Groove by Louis Jordan

Blues In The Night by Alvino Rey & His Orchestra

Praise The Lord And Pass The Ammunition by The Merry Macs

Trouble Is A Man by Peggy Lee

Flying Saucer Boogie by Eddie Cletro

Along The Navajo Trail by Bing Crosby & Andrews Sisters

Memories Of You by The Ink Spots

Tuxedo Junction by Glenn Miller

There's Frost On The Moon by Artie Shaw and His Orchestra with Peg La Centra

Fools Rush In by Jo Stafford

One More Tomorrow by Frankie Carle And His Orchestra with Marjorie Hughes

They Call Me The Wanderer: A Fallout Radio Fanmix

Daybreak by Harry James & His Orchestra With Johnny McAfee

Stormy Weather by Frank Sinatra

Orange-Colored Sky by Nat King Cole

The Wanderer by Dion And The Belmonts

(Time To Get A Drink) Just A Little Drink by Eddie Stone

Highways Are Happy Ways by Bill Boyd

Atomic Love by Little Caesar & The Red Callender Sextette

We Three (My Echo, My Shadow And Me) by The Ink Spots

Flamingo by Duke Ellington

There's a Land of Begin Again by Vera Lynn & Mantovani and His Orchestra

Lovin' Machine by Elliot Lawrence

Stardust by Kay Starr & Barney Bigard

Skyliner by Charlie Barnet

Sh Boom by Leon McAuliffe & His Western Swing Band

Hard-Hearted Hannah by Ray McKinley

The Java Jive by The Ink Spots

Jet Propelled Papa by Helen Humes

Let's Go Sunning by Jack Shaindlin

I'm So Afraid Of You by Sam Lanin & the Ipana Troubadours

Put Your Shoes On, Lucy by Anne Shelton

Frenesi by Artie Shaw

Ivory Tower by Cathy Carr

Pistol Packin' Mama by Bing Crosby and the Andrews Sisters

Rockin' With The Rockets by Harlan Leonard

Fallout Shelter by Billy Chambers

Cool Water by The Sons Of The Pioneers

Nobody Knows You When You're Down And Out by Bessie Smith

Put Another Chair At The Table by The Mills Brothers

Me And The Man In The Moon by The Ambassadors

Deep In A Dream by The Artie Shaw Orchestra With Helen Forrest

Rocket 69 by Todd Rhodes With Connie Allen

I Let A Song Go Out My Heart by Duke Ellington

To Each His Own by Eddy Howard

Twentieth Century Blues by Noel Coward

Button up Your Overcoat by Waring's Pennsylvanians

Radar Blues by Big Joe Turner

Milkman Keep Those Bottles Quiet by Kay Kyser and Sully Mason

Sentimental Journey by Les Brown & His Orchestra

Dear Hearts And Gentle People by Bob Crosby And The Bobcats

Wheel Of Fortune by Kay Starr

Atom Bomb Baby by The Five Stars

Don't Fence Me In by Bing Crosby and the Andrews Sisters

On The Sunny Side Of The Street by By Layton And Johnstone

When The Lights Go On All Over The World by Vaughn Monroe

Breezing Along with the Breeze by Josephine Baker

[forever-stuck-on-java-8]

fucking swing table editors can kiss my ass.

It shouldn't be this hard.

[leilani-lily]

~Oh Deer~ (Chapter 6)

Weeee we made it to 6~! ✧｡٩(ˊᗜˋ )✧*｡ I'm deciding to take more time to edit and review each chapter before I upload it. I don't want the excitement to take over and I post it in a happy rush and then look back on it and wish I could change things too late (≡ ε ≡;) This chapter was delightful to write. I had too much fun. I have no regrets (< w <) SYNOPSIS: AroAce! Alastor x Chef!Singer! Reader. Reader isn't satisfied with not perfecting the jambalaya recipe, and is determined to try again. Alastor is lured to the kitchen, and of course, chaos ensues~ Word count: 5.7 k

Chapter under the cut!

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As happy as you were that you had nearly recreated his mother’s jambalaya, a small part of you itched to make it perfect. The joy you felt when you watched Alastor taste your cooking, it was something you wanted to experience again. It had kept you up that night as you lay in bed, thinking about the things you could adjust and remembering what Alastor had said was missing.

Charlie was kind enough to order food in for the guests on the weekend so it allowed you weekends off. However, that Saturday morning you were too inspired (and probably stubborn) and found yourself back in the kitchen during your free time, preparing to try and correct the rice dish. After making a quick pot of coffee and pouring yourself a cup, you turn on your trusty radio and let the music begin to pump you up. The fast paced jazz made you begin to bounce on your toes as you took a sip of java, feeling your body begin to loosen up and mind buzzing with determination. As the first song came to an end, you set your mug down and begin collecting all the cooking supplies, a sly smile curling up your lips.

Alastor’s weekends were usually filled with various tasks that needed to be attended to. Meeting’s with the other Overlords, get-togethers with Rosie, or running personal errands. However, the Radio Demon was shocked to find this morning was open, which was a rather pleasant surprise. Alastor was walking down the hallway, debating on either reading or taking a stroll through the city, when the sound of music floated to his ears. The lanky demon paused, his ears unbeknownst to him perking up at the sound as he deciphered where it was coming from. Determining it was coming from the kitchen, it made his eyebrows furrow in confusion. 

He knew very well that you had weekends off. And nobody else used the kitchen that often, especially with jazz blaring in the background. Curiosity was getting the best of the Radio Demon, and before he knew it, his long legs had guided him towards the kitchen.

(link to song here) 

As he got closer and the songs changed over, he was surprised to hear your voice suddenly gasp out in delight before joining along in the next song. It was a slow rhythm as you crooned along, your vibrato trilling as you held certain notes. Remembering how enchanting your voice was from when you had first met, his smile slowly widened, heeled boots unknowingly picking up the pace.

Turning the corner and seeing the entrance, Alastor slowed his stride and crept up to the door frame. The waft of simmering sausages and spices filled his nostrils, and he had a jolt of memories back to when he was a small child. The song’s beat had picked up slightly, the lyrics became faster. And surprisingly, you were keeping up like a pro. This must’ve been a song you were very familiar with, explaining the excited gasp he heard earlier. Beyond intrigued, he dared to peek around into the kitchen to a sight that he honestly wasn’t prepared for.

You bounced from foot to foot, your hips swinging to the beat, your shoulders shimmying as your head nodded side to side. You were poking a couple sausages on the stovetop, the fat sizzling and popping from the heat. You turned on a heel and approached the island, grabbing a kitchen knife nearby and quickly mincing some onion like a natural. You continued to sing quick and on the beat, completely lost in the music and singing your heart out.

There was a mess of other ingredients and cooking utensils scattered around you, and you were sweating from the heat of the stove. Usually this would bother the Radio Demon, liking to keep things tidy; both in space and appearance. But oddly enough, that wasn’t what he focused on. His eyes remained on the beaming smile on your face; your eyes shining in pure delight and cheeks flush. You were completely in your element, and he a mere observer. 

At a certain point you even stopped chopping the onion and began to dance on the spot, eyes closed as you completely rocked out. You twisted your feet in and out, swayed your arms side to side (your dominant hand still holding a very sharp knife), and bopped your head, feeling the beat in your veins and taking a hold of you. 

You knew a super fast part in the song, so you were preparing yourself to really nail the fast lyrics. So when you felt two long arms slide down your own and a warm body press up from behind you, your soul almost left your body.

“No need to stop on my account darling~” Alastor crooned behind you, speaking before you could turn around and stab him with the knife in your hand. But then his long fingers wrapped around your hands and pulled you away from the island. 

Without a second though, you quickly dropped the knife as he twirled you in place, the music still playing in the background. Feeling yourself bubbling with excitement, you began to sing faster than lightning, the joy in your heart from this rare opportunity and secretly wanting to show off a moment. Alastors eyebrows raised impressively, and seemingly wanting to take it up a notch, as if this was a competition of talents. 

The suave demon twirled you out and let go of one hand but still firmly holding onto your other. You both break out into full swing dance as the horns blared and violins sang in the background. Alastor was quick on his feet, pulling you in close then spinning you out as both of your feet tapped and twirled. You managed to sneak glances at the Radio Demon, thoroughly surprised at his skill in dancing. The tall demon flashed you a smile and even dared a wink as you shimmied together, his grip on your one hand tight and secure. You continued to sing, although found it much more difficult to do while dancing to such a fast paced song. 

The melody slowed for a moment, indicating an instrumental and Alastor was quick to act. He pulled you in gently and immediately grabbed onto your hip, his other hand still tightly holding yours. You could feel your heart thrum in your chest from the proximity of the Radio Demon. You had never been so close to him before, your chest was pressed to his and the hold he had of you was captivating. Like even if you tried to push away he wouldn’t allow it. Not that you even wanted to. Not ever. This was a rare occasion; and definitely something that you didn’t want to pass up.

Finally finding the courage, you glance up at him, feeling very shy but your heart racing with exhilaration. You can see his crimson eyes are shining with delight as hooded lids focus on you. His grin was wide with amusement as he guided you around the room. You had to stop yourself from laughing out loud at the obscurity of it all, never imagining this is how your morning would end up. 

Dancing in the kitchen with a serial killer; your mother would be so proud. 

You knew the music would pick up again soon, and you knew Alastor could feel it the way he lightly squeezed your hand. You both shared a look, equally looking smug and ready for the next round. Giving him a nod of encouragement, Alastor twirled you out once more as you burst into song again. You belted out the lyrics, so full of glee you couldn’t contain your voice. 

You both continued to dance together, feet kicking up to the beat and arms swaying to and fro. He swapped you from hand to hand, guiding you around the room and switching from left to right, but never letting you go. At one point you both were hand in hand, looking at each other and dancing on the spot. From the giddy expression on his face, you could tell he was enjoying himself as much as you were, both of you feeling the drums thump in your chests. With all the fast dancing and excitement, you found your singing was occasionally interrupted by a tired laugh, especially when Alastor suddenly flung you around. But you knew the last note was coming, and you wanted to finish off strong.

When the instruments stopped and the final sentence played out, Alastor spun you out and let you have your moment; you belted that last note with pure joy. The song came to an end, and was promptly met with a commercial break as a muffled voice droned on in the background. The adrenaline coursing through you finally dropped and you let go of the demon's hand, bending over to catch your breath. Hands on knees, you couldn’t help the weary giggles escaping your throat as you panted, your brain still not sure if you had just imagined all of that. Feeling Alastor’s burning eyes still on you, you finally rise up and give him a tired, but beaming smile. You look him up and down and can't help but let out a single guffaw as you notice something.

“Are you freaking kidding me?” you laugh, “How are you not even sweating right now?? After all of that?!”

The tall demon stood before you, hands behind his back and completely composed as if he wasn’t just dancing up a storm with you. His expression was calm and amused as he watched you wipe your brow. His smile creaked up further onto his face. 

“Practice my dear y/n,” he hummed. He began to walk towards the sink with his head held high, clearly thrilled to gloat in front of you. “I was known to be quite the jitterbug back in the day~” He grabbed a clean cup and began to fill it up with cold water. You watched him in pure amazement; who would’ve known Alastor liked to dance? His gaze eventually slid back to you.

“Nevertheless, I must say,” he continued, turning the water off and striding back to you, “I was not the individual dancing and singing along to the melody. That’s an admirable skill set.” He offered the cup of water to you with a cocked eyebrow and you laughed out a tired ‘thanks’, happily taking the drink. You chugged it back instantly and sighed in relief, the Radio Demon watching you amusingly.

“Well,” you chuckled, setting the empty cup down and looking to the floor sheepishly, “I can’t really say I’m the best of dancers. I’m sure I looked like a ragdoll compared to you.” Your mind wandered back to the dance and could only imagine how you looked compared to your graceful and experienced partner. You couldn’t help the amused smile spread across your face.

“Hmmm… Perhaps…” Alastor mused, looking off to the distance and only confirming your thoughts. He was too much of a gentleman to admit a lady’s faults. It only made you laugh silently to yourself. 

“However, I will argue,” he continued, his gaze falling back to you, “your entrancing voice was enough to carry you through. And what more, you still chose to dance with pride, even if it was out of your comfort level. So for that, I applaud you~” Alastor bent slightly at his waist in a small bow as an applause track fizzed in the air. You giggled at the theatrics, feeling your cheeks redden at the compliment.

“Well, thank you,” you tittered, giving a small awkward curtsy in response, “It was nice having such an amazing dance partner; I haven’t had that much fun in a long time.” You beamed up at him, genuinely grateful for the impromptu dance session. Alastor watched you for a moment, taking in your expression before standing up straight again, looking down at you mirthfully.

“Well then my dear, we’ll just have to-” 

The Radio Demon stopped suddenly, his mouth still open and grinning. But his eyes had flicked up and away from your face. You watched his eyebrows shoot up in surprise as his pupils shrank in what appeared to be shock. You were just about to ask if he was alright when the distinct smell of burning meat entered your nostrils. You whipped your head around and watched in horror as flames were licking up the side of the pan and smoke began to bellow.

“Awh FUCK!”

You sprint towards the stove at lightning speed and turned the flames off. Without even thinking you grabbed onto the handle of the pan to pull it away from the hot element. It immediately fell from your grasp however as the searing heat had burned your hand and you immediately gasped in pain. The pan and now crispy sausages clattered to the ground as you gripped your tender hand to your chest, eyes shutting tight against the pain and falling to your knees.

You heard a rush of static and felt a draft of wind tickle your skin. Eyes still scrunched in pain, you felt yourself jump when large hands suddenly gripped on your wrists and began pulling them away from your chest. 

“Show me your hand y/n.” 

You felt a wave of embarrassment pour over you. Here you were trying to master his favourite dish, but got too caught up in your silly little fantasy. And now you had ruined it. And in front of him nonetheless. Shame settled in your stomach, making you clutch your burnt hand tighter to your chest. 

“I’m fine Alastor really, I-!”

“That was not a request.” The sternness in his voice caught you off guard. You had never heard him speak to you in such a tone. Your eyes finally opened to see his red claws grasping your wrists. His grip on you tightened.

“Look at me y/n.”

You felt your stomach lurch. You felt so stupid, like a child being scolded by their parent. You couldn’t bare to face him. But you heard your radio in the background fizz and crackle dangerously, and you knew Alastor was losing his patience. Humiliated beyond belief, you finally tilt your head up and dared to peek up.

Alastor’s eyes immediately locked with yours, as if he was watching your face this entire time. His demeanor was surprisingly calm; still wearing his classic smile, but the corners weren’t as high on his face as usual. His gaze on you was strong; unmoving. It almost burned into you more than the burn on your hand. You had to catch your breath.

“I wont say this again.” he warned, his tone still very stern but now quieter as he looked at you. “Show me your hand.”

The last time you had felt so small was when you had accidentally touched his antlers without permission. You weren't scared of him this time, but his eyes still managed to make you quiver on the spot. Finally, you felt your muscles relax and you allowed him to pull your hands away from your chest. In an instant he held your dominant hand in both hands and gingerly turned it over, inspecting the flushed skin that was already beginning to swell. His eyebrows narrowed a moment before he immediately rose to his feet, dragging you up with him. Without a word, he led you to the sink, his grip on your wrist gentle but firm. You stumbled after him and before you knew it, the Radio Demon had turned the water on and dunked your hand under.

You hissed out in pain as the cold seemed to burn you even more. Alastors eyelid twitched at the sound, but you were in too much pain to notice. You both stood there a moment in silence as he gently guided your hand under the water, turning it over and twisting your wrist to insure every burnt part was rinsed. It wouldn’t be until later that you noticed how attentive he was to all of it. 

Turning off the water, the Radio Demon snapped his fingers and a roll of gauze blinked out of thin air. The other hand still holding yours, he began to carefully wrap your palm in the fabric. You flinched ever so often as the gauze grazed over your tender skin, but you couldn’t help but sneak a peek up at your nurse. His face had remained surprisingly calm, his attention focused on the task at hand and unwavering. But you did notice his ears seemed to be pressed to his head, and a single bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. 

Eventually, Alastor delicately tucked the end of the gauze into the wrapping, giving it one last look over before letting you go. His gaze slid up to you, his small smile slowly growing into more of his signature look.

“Fortunately, the damage is minimal given the circumstances. Give it a few days rest with lots of ointment and you’ll recover.”

You lifted it up to eye level and gave it an inspection, surprised to find how neat it was. As if he had done this before. The idea of that both fascinated and worried you. 

“Now tell me my dear, why is it that you were cooking today? Or do you just enjoy setting my kitchen on fire?” His cocky grin spread across his face, already enjoying the opportunity to tease you. You let out a groan of embarrassment, your wrapped hand flapping to your side like a wet noodle.

“Lord have mercy. You’re never going to let me live this down are you?” you whined, already hating yourself for giving him more material to work off of. He cocked his head to the side, absolutely tickled pink by your reactions. 

“Oh, you know I’ll be roasting you about this for weeks~”

Another pained groan escaped your lips. Oh great. Here come the puns. Your uninjured hand rose to pinch the bridge between your eyebrows, trying to calm the rage in your heart, but also to stop you from actually laughing at it all. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. He leaned in even closer so he was face to face with you, his shit-eating grin threatening to crack his face.

“What’s the matter my dear? Can’t handle the heat~?”

Your grip on your arm and bridge tightens. His face inches closer.

“Unfortunately for you, I’m just getting warmed up~”

You could feel your shoulders start to shake. He leaned close enough that his lips were right beside your ear.

“Come now y/n, don't be flame,”

“ALASTOR!” you finally caved and burst into angry laughter, turning away from him in shame and hiding your face as you crack up over his god awful puns. Damnit, you hated how he could make you laugh at your own misery. In a way you were grateful; it was a good distraction from the pain. He always knew how to make you smile, especially if you were upset. Unmoving, Alastor watched you in pure delight as he drank up your laughter, his own chuckle of amusement slipping from his mouth. Finally satisfied, he leaned back up and took in the mess on the ground and other various ingredients in the kitchen island. 

“You never answered my previous question dearest.” Alastor spoke up from behind you, “Why are you cooking jambalaya so early in the day?”

You felt yourself freeze on the spot. Man, nothing got past this man; he was as sharp as ever. 

You felt your shoulders start to tense as heeled boots clicked closer to you. 

“Don’t get me wrong, it is an exquisite meal, but even I would never consider it before 10am.”

You could feel his tall figure looming from behind you, body almost pressed to your back as he closed the distance between you both. You sighed in defeat, knowing you couldn’t talk your way out of this. You shamefully turn around to face him, but refuse to look him in the eye.

“I was trying to perfect the recipe,” you mumbled quietly, feeling yourself fidgeting under his gaze, “It’s just… you’ve done so much for me, and I feel like I haven’t been able to return the favor. I don’t have magic or power or endless resources. So…” your cheeks were starting to turn red, feeling your tongue swell in your mouth, “S-so I figured… if I can cook your favourite meal exactly like your mother… If I could help you to recreate that moment in time… th-then maybe…”

You trailed off, unsure what to say, and feeling smaller than a speck of dust. He must think you’re pathetic. And who could blame him? He was an Overloard; he could eat demons like you for breakfast. You still didn’t understand why he seemingly wanted to spend time with a nobody like you. You knew he was going to laugh at you now. Make fun of you like he always did and tease you about this for weeks to come. You shut your eyes tight with frustration, feeling them begin to burn with tears and preparing to hear his laughter track drone on any minute now.

… But there was silence. 

You paused a moment longer, suddenly uncomfortable in the silence. It was odd, even his usual static that hissed whenever he was around had gone missing. You were just about to dare a peek up at him when you felt a warm, heavy hand on your shoulder. Your head immediately lifted to him, eyes shimmering and maybe a bit hopeful.

He looked at you and didn’t say anything. His grin was still ever present, but it felt loose, wavering. His eyes flicked over yours as his brows furrowed, signaling the look of… Deep thought? Confusion? … Worry? 

Alastor watched you, eyes wet with unshed tears and lip threatening to quiver. Something stirred within him. No one had ever… done something so thoughtful for him. So used to demons making deals with him, only giving so they could take. A soul for power. Or for riches. Or fame. Greed and selfishness was a sickness Alastor was very used to when dealing with others. It was one of the things he despised the most about sinners. And he was no saint either. He knew himself he would take what he wanted, but only if he deemed it necessary to his ascension. His greed was different, as least in his own twisted mind. 

… But you…

After what felt like an eternity, Alastor finally lifted his hand on your shoulder and cupped your face, his other hand reaching to do on the other side. Startled as to what was happening, you gasped softly, feeling your heart begin to hammer against your chest. His smile was warm and genuine, which was honestly a stark difference to his usually sharp features. Eyes hooded and looking down at you in wonder. He even dared to squish your cheeks a couple times, surprisingly making the Radio Demon chuckle in amusement at their suppleness. His warm hands pinched for a moment longer, taking a moment to drink in how soft your cheeks were. How could a previous murderer and cannibal somehow be so innocent? Finally, he opened his mouth to speak, his voice soft as static crackled in the air.

“You never cease to surprise me my dear. What a peculiar little thing you are...”

And without another word, he removed his hands from your face and rose to full attention, striding past you and towards the sink. You blinked back your surprise and dumbly turned to watch as he rolled up his sleeves and turned the faucet on. All you could do was stare numbly as Alastor began to wash his hands, and even began humming softly to himself. As he finished up, he quickly dried his hands and flicked his wrist up, his fingers snapping sharply. An apron suddenly poofed onto his figure; a basic white with ‘Kiss the Cannibal Cook” printed on it.

Turning on his heel, he continued to hum to himself, the radio filter over his voice making it seem sharper than the average hum. But that wasn’t the thing making you tilt your head. It was when he opened the fridge and looked about, as if looking for something in particular. After shuffling a few items around, he finally turned his head to you, eyes still on the fridge and smile absolutely giddy. 

“Tell me y/n, if we had any okra, where would it be~?”

You felt your eyelids blink one at a time as you watched him stupidly, mouth partially open. When you didn’t respond, his pupils finally slid to you and caught your expression. He cocked an eyebrow as his eyelids fell flat.

“Close your mouth dear, it’s not very lady like.”

You click your jaw shut and blink back to reality. He looked at you expectantly, and finally cluing into his question, you responded.

“Oh. Ah. Bottom left hand drawer. Sh-should be in a little plastic bag…” 

Alastors smile brightened as he turned back to the fridge and followed your instruction, a satisfied ‘Ah!’ coming from his mouth before pulling the bag out and closing the refrigerator. As he approached the island, you finally were able to utter the biggest question on your mind.

“Alastor… What are you doing?” 

The Radio Demon stopped humming, turning his head to you as he grabbed a spare knife and cutting board from below. He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow as if you just asked the stupidest question in the world.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he remarked, turning back to the okra and began to slice the green plant into thin segments. “If you really thought you could master the recipe without my help, then you are sorely mistaken. Besides,” he lifted his knife to point it at your wrapped hand, eyeing you a moment, “Now that one of your hands is out of commission for the day, it would be against my mother’s teachings to force a woman to cook something for me alone and with only one arm.” 

He turned back to his chopping board and continued to slice.

You watched him a moment longer, processing his words until you felt your heart bloom in your chest. He didn’t laugh. Didn’t tease. Didn’t make you feel small or inadequate. He saw your genuine pain and surprisingly, chose kindness. And even more, chose to help you personally rather than summoning his minions to do the work. You felt a lump in your throat, a different kind of tears threatening to fall down your face. But Alastor didn’t notice, thank goodness, too absorbed in his work.

“My dear,” he began, swiping the sliced okra into a bowl, “Would you pass me the peppers next?”

��O-oh!” you stuttered, quickly wiping your misty eyes with your sleeve, your smile going ear to ear as you rush to the requested veggie, “Of course.”

Between the two of you, you were quite the team in the kitchen. Who would’ve known that Alastor was actually quite the chef himself? He admitted that he loved to cook, of course inspired by his mother, but simply didn’t have the time nowadays with the hotel and Overlord work. You could tell he was being genuine; his dicing skills were remarkable. The speed and precision he had with a knife was impressive (and maybe a little terrifying if you thought about it too hard). But the fond look on his face while he was doing it, that's how you could tell he wasn’t lying about enjoying it. 

While he chopped and diced, you were on saute duty. Alastor was hesitant to give you this task, given how the last batch of sausages ended up… But after lightly smacking his arm with a wooden spoon, the Radio Demon laughed and allowed you near the stove.

... With close supervision that is. 

You collaborated with each other, Alastor explaining his method and you explaining how you made yours. And you were sure somewhere in the middle was the true recipe. The radio continued to play in the background, and out of habit you’d sing along to the songs you knew and Alastor would hum. For one particular song he pulled you in for another quick dance in which you laughed the entire time. But he made sure to deposit you back to the stove quickly, not wanting to recreate the disaster from earlier. While you stirred with your unscathed hand, Alastor would pop up behind you on occasion for a taste test. You’d offer him the spoon and he’d give it a try, comparing the flavor from what he remembered. And if needed, would add more spices or scour the cupboards for something new. 

Finally, after letting it simmer and adding the last remaining garnishes, the jambalaya was ready.

The smell alone was absolutely divine, spices and oils melding together to create a rich aromatic scent. You wiped your sweaty brow in satisfaction as you watched Alastor divvy up two plates and bring them to the island. The dish was a beautiful vermillion colour with fiery red veggies and soft green herbs snuggly tucked away with the sausage, shrimp and rice. You felt your stomach rumble, not realizing how hungry you were having skipped breakfast. You felt the strong urge to just dive in, but you pulled back. You couldn’t eat. Not just yet.

Your eyes slid carefully over to Alastor as he looked at the plate below him, inspecting it with a calculated gaze. He seemed almost… hesitant. But before you could think on it further, the Radio Demon scooped a mouthful up, paused a moment, then took a bite.

He chewed.

Stopped.

Chewed again.

Swallowed.

His head hung over his plate, his bangs covering his face and making it impossible to read his face. There was a heavy pause, the air feeling thick as you waited for his final thoughts. The static around him buzzed louder for a moment then went completely silent. Finally, he raised his head, and his expression almost made you want to weep. His eyebrows were tight and sorrowful, his smile pinched and threatening to tremble. Pupils dilated and never moving from the plate below him. Eventually, his mouth creaked open. 

“This is it.” 

The radio filter over his voice was gone, and that almost floored you. You had never heard his natural voice before, and honestly it was one of the most beautiful sounds you had ever heard. He scooped another spoonful and tasted it again, closing his eyes and sighing to himself with a sense of longing. You had never seen him so at peace. 

Swallowing his previous bite, he looked down at his plate again, eyes drifting over the dish as a low chuckle suddenly began to rumble from his chest. He closed his eyes and shook his head, smiling and eyebrows furled as he hummed about something. And then, he spoke, his radio-like quality returning to his voice.

“You remind me of her.”

It felt like your heart had lurched into your guts at his words. You knew how much she had meant to him. The impact she had on his life, in living and in death. And for him to admit that to you? It made your hands tremble in your lap. Alastor opened his eyes again and looked down, deep in thought.

“There was always music drifting in the air when my mother cooked,” he reminisced, “Jazz music of course; it was in our bloodline. I remember as a boy watching her from the dinner table. She would sing along to the music, and would even pull me in for a dance if a certain song compelled her to.” He chuckled a moment before sighing, tilting his head up with eyes lost in memories gone by.

“Oh, she was a beacon of light and life itself. Always looking out for others, never asking for anything in return. A strong, selfless woman with a heart of gold. The only woman I ever, truly…”

He didn’t finish his sentence, but he didn’t have to for you to understand. Your hand reached for his without a second thought. He flinched at the sudden touch, his eyes shooting open, but eventually you felt his hand relax under your warmth and eyelids soften again. You held his hand tenderly as he continued to stare up at the ceiling, head swimming with fond reminders of the past. Gentle minutes trickled by before you felt the Radio Demon’s hand twist up so it could hold yours tightly. And soon after, he lowered his head and looked straight at you.

“You have given me a gift no one has ever been able to give.” He smiled, his eyes remaining gentle as his scarlet orbs never wavered. You could feel yourself melting under his gaze. He began to lift your hand towards his face, stopping mere inches from his mouth. You could feel your heartbeat quicken. 

“Thank you, mon passereau~” he purred, pupils falling to your hand and pausing for a moment. You could feel his breath on your skin and your heart raced.

He wasn’t going to do what you thought he was… right? 

Finally he lifted your hand up and gently pressed it up to his forehead, like he had done weeks before. You felt a breath escape your noise, from relief or disappointment, you weren’t sure yet. But honestly, what were you expecting? This was Alastor. He wasn’t one for romance or being overly touchy. 

Please, like he would ever kiss your hand. Get it together y/n.

Still, when you focused on him again, a warm smile spread from your lips as you felt the warmth of his forehead and the pinpoint that would be the ‘x’ on his head. This gesture was intimate for him, and that was more than enough for you. And thinking back on the joy and gratitude he showed you earlier… it made you sigh blissfully. You had done it. You achieved your goal of somehow paying him back. And you felt that your relationship with him had only grown stronger with the morning you’d had. With a content smile, you breathed a reply.

“You’re welcome Alastor.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Fun fact: 'Passereau' in French roughly translates to "songbird" ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) Thank you for reading thus far! As always, comments and reblogs are much appreciated; the more encouragement, the more fueled I get to write more (•̀ᴗ•́ )و I eat your delicious words and poop out a story that's hopefully to satisfaction LMAO okok I'm done, gnight folks ꨄ

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[arshikasingh]

Hierarchy of Java Swing Classes

The hierarchy of Java Swing classes are given below:

[la-semillera]

Helena Almeida & Rebecca Solnit

La batalla contra los Hombres Que Explican Cosas ha pisoteado a muchas mujeres: a las de mi generación, las de la próxima generación que tan desesperadamente necesitamos, aquí y en Pakistán y en Bolivia y en Java, por no hablar de las mujeres que estuvieron antes que yo y que no eran admitidas en el laboratorio o en la biblioteca o en la conversación o en la revolución o, incluso, en la categoría llamada humana. Después de todo, el Movimiento de Mujeres por la Paz fue fundado por mujeres que estaban cansadas de hacer café y mecanografiar y de no tener ningún tipo de voz ni papel en la toma de decisiones en el movimiento antinuclear de los años cincuenta. La mayor parte de las mujeres luchan en dos frentes en las guerras: uno que depende de cuál sea el motivo en discusión y otro por el simple derecho a hablar, a tener ideas, a que se reconozca que están en posesión de hechos y verdades, a tener valor, a ser un ser humano. Las cosas han mejorado, pero esta guerra no acabará durante mi vida. Aún lucho en ella, obviamente por mí, pero también por esas mujeres más jóvenes que tienen algo que decir, con la esperanza de que puedan decirlo.

_Rebecca Solnit, Los hombres me explican cosas. Capitán Swing. Traducción de Paula Martín.

_ Helena Almeida, Untitled, 1987. From "Frisos" series Frieze composed of 10 black and white photographs

[expirisims]

Isn't it Loverly

Spring is in full swing! Buds are blooming, bees are buzzing and the attendant at the java hut is in need of a bathroom...oops! Too late!

Aww...look at Henry! He is such a cute kitty!

Bahahah! Eliza! That's your everyday sleepwear!? How in the world is that comfortable!?

Scouting around for the perfect place to hold a Spring Fling for the population to help encourage building relationships of all sorts. Pleasant Isle has a lot of little hidden gems like this observatory tower in the woods. Hmmm, a springtime bonfire? I think yes!

Eliza has been trying to get Vaughn into a committed relationship and Brianne is also casually dating Sean, but that doesn't mean she won't be trying her luck with the town cassanova.

Well this is a surprise! Sal is rejecting her for a flirt!? Maybe he IS getting serious about Tina...Oooor it could be the stank leeching from poor Brianne after hanging out around that hot bonfire all afternoon...facepalm!

The party is still going strong, but Eliza was looking for a little more privacy. I don't know what happened to my screenshots, but she invited Vaughn home.

Aaaand it didn't go well...Eliza, you might want to start rethinking putting any more effort into this relationship. That's just plain, flat out rude! You deserve better girl!

Well at least everyone else had fun!

[furballfaggot]

march 13th: it was my discord friends 20th birthday tomorrow, on the 20th, in march, so i went out to get him a present. i got him a roaring 20s swing cd, a random loose disc from a bargain bin i was gonna put into a different case and make it look like i bought him another copy of minecraft, and i also found an unrelated abandoned one of those rubber band loom bracelets with 3 strands of bands. band strands even. i kept that one

his birthday is in may, tomorrow is the 14th, hes already in his 20s to my memory, i dont know his address so i wouldnt even be able to get anything to him, and i dont think java minecraft comes on a disc anymore or that his computer can even read discs

[invisibleraven]

Keeping Spirits Bright

Day 17: Magic + Flarrie <=AO3

“What do you want for Christmas?” Flynn asked one day. “You are like, impossible to shop for, so I need like, an itemized list upfront.” 

“You don’t have to give me anything.” 

“Nuh uh, don’t pull that crap,” Flynn argued. “I have to get you something, otherwise I look, and more importantly, feel like an awful girlfriend. So, list, idea, anything. And don’t say a gift certificate for anything, I want to give you something you can unwrap.” 

Carrie paused at that, because she was honestly about to suggest a spa certificate-it was always a safe bet with her. Plus she could bring Flynn with her and they could make a day of it. “Hmmm, well you could get me the new Valentino purse, but they’re too pricey for me to even think about purchasing. Sorry for having expensive taste.” 

“You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t,” Flynn replied. “But I don’t think I have the budget for a designer brand. Though it has given me an idea.” 

“What would you like?” Carrie asked. 

“I mean if unlimited access to the McQueen collection was possible, I’d say that,” Flynn sighed. “But otherwise? I think I’d be happy with Chappell Roan on vinyl.” 

“Nothing else?” Carrie asked-she did love to spoil Flynn, and she had the funds to do so. It was just that Flynn didn’t want her to spend her (well her dad’s) money spoiling her, not wanting to be seen as a sugar baby or a golddigger. Carrie really admired that about her, but it still made it difficult to buy her things. 

“Not unless you can give me a white christmas,” Flynn joked. “I haven’t seen snow since the year we got stuck at my nanna’s for Christmas in Colorado.” 

“How old were you?” Carrie asked. 

“Eleven?” Flynn guessed. “It was the last year we went out there, since nanna went into a home after that. But I loved getting to see snow, enjoy all the stuff I heard about on old records.” 

“I mean if you want we could go somewhere with snow for the holidays,” Carrie suggested. 

“Our families would never let us hear the end of it if we did,” Flynn sighed. “Plus the band has that New Years Eve gig that I have to be back for.” 

Carrie slumped-of course Flynn would put everything before herself. Never one to disappoint others, never thinking of herself. It was infuriating and adorable, and ruined the idea of whisking her off to the Alps for the holidays. She would have to think of something else. 

Thankfully, Carrie had a flood of resources at her fingertips, and with a phone call, she had a plan-Flynn would never know what hit her. 

Christmas morning, they woke up together. Their home was bedecked in reds, greens, and golds, looking like iit came out of a magazine. But it still felt homey-a far cry from the sterile home Carrie grew up in, or the chintzy vibe Flynn’s parents preferred. 

They opened presents by their fake fireplace; sipping coffee and enjoying pastries-the one area Flynn allowed indulgence and spoiling-she did love her java and baked goods. She thanked Carrie for the record, though she did roll her eyes at it being signed, along with tickets to the next show. “I said no spoiling!” 

“You said no such thing,” Carrie refuted. “Plus I love her too, so it’s a present for the both of us really.” 

“So you don’t want your gift?” Flynn sing-songed, swinging a large bag on her fingertips. 

“I didn’t say that.” 

With that, Carrie snatched the bag, tearing away the paper, and gasped as she pulled the fabric from inside it. “Did you make this?” 

“Of course,” Flynn beamed. It had taken weeks-thank goodness she already had Carrie’s measurements from using her as a model through school. But it had still been a labour of love to create the gorgeous sparkly pink dress that Carrie was holding up to her. 

The colours faded from a hot pink to the softest petal pink, bedecked with sparkles, and swirling silver thread. A high leg slit on one side, with only one arm, and some cheeky cut outs on the other. It screamed Carrie, and she was sure it would look amazing on her. 

“Flynnie, it’s magical, I love it,” Carrie said, her eyes watery. “I love you.” 

“Love you too Care Bear.” 

They shared a few kisses then-with Carrie hanging her dress up to admire, and to avoid wrinkles. She would love to wear it today but it was a bit too dressy for their family visits. But she bet it would look amazing when they attended the Phantoms show on New Years, especially with Flynn on her arm. 

“So, I do have one more present for you.” Carrie said as they got ready to go out on their rounds. 

“Carrie…” 

“You made me a dress,” Carrie said. “So you can shush about spoiling me, little miss fashion designer. It’s not McQueen, but I hope you like it anyway.” 

With that, she opened the door and beamed as Flynn gasped. Because their front yard looked like a winter wonderland. Everything was covered in the realest looking fake snow Carrie could find. Plus decorations on the few trees they had, sparkling and lovely. 

“Care…” Flynn looked at her. “How?” 

“I called in a few favours,” Carrie said with a shrug. 

“With who? Santa?” Flynn giggled, reaching out to touch the snow. “It’s cold!” 

“Yeah, I think they sprayed it with cooling stuff,” Carrie said. “I know it’s not a real white Christmas like you asked for..”

“No, it’s better,” Flynn assured her. “This is…truly magical Carrie. I don’t think you know how much this means to me.” 

“I think I do,” Carrie said. “Now will you please let me spoil you more often?” 

“We can talk about it,” Flynn conceded. “But you can always keep surprising me.” 

And that was good enough for Carrie as she pulled Flynn in for a kiss, just as the snow machine kicked in, surrounding them with flakes of snow, making the moment all the more magical-just like the girl in her arms. 

[wayansumatra]

Waterfall Blangsinga

Blangsingga Waterfall If you swim in this place you must pay attention to the restrictions given by the management of this place. because many incidents happened when they were bathing and swimming when they were sucked in by the waterfall below.

Bangsinga waterfall

The theory given by some divers is that when someone is sucked in by this Tenjun water and dies, usually the victim's body will be visible after 2-7 days. However, according to the myths of the local community, other news is spread, it is believed by the local community that the people who died in this place did things that were taboo, such as saying harsh words, urinating carelessly, etc. because this place is believed by the community to be the palace of the creatures. fine.

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The point is that we must behave politely in every place. I once swam in this place as a child, where I often swam to the back of the waterfall and it was a very beautiful and comfortable place in a cave-like inlet.

BlangsingaWaterfall surround

However, it should be avoided for mutual safety because our goal is to enjoy the holiday. The rumors about this place being the palace of a fine creature may be true, perhaps it's just a myth.

However, several friends who were victims of drowning in this place said that when the incident occurred, the victim said something bad and urinated carelessly, then the victim fell and seemed to be sucked, some of his friends tried to help, but it didn't work, strangely even the friends who helped fell into the water but they were not sucked in, only the victims were sucked into the waterfall and died. and this horror story is slowly being erased over time.

top of waterfall near by Yeh Batu

So the message we get is that as long as we behave well, hopefully we will avoid negative things Apart from having a good swimming place, this waterfall also has a water fountain to the west of this waterfall. It used to be used for bathing, but maybe now it's no longer allowed. The administrators also built a pool that can be used by the public next to this fountain.

This waterfall is close to one of the historical places which is a witness to history in the 15th century, namely there is a place to heal broken or sprained bones called Yeh Batu.

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One place above the eastern waterfall has a place like a bathtub where the water comes from a rock and this water is used by a holy priest named Ida Pedanda Sakti Wawu Rauh or Dang Hyang Nirata, a holy priest from Java.

dTukad club His horse suffered a broken bone and then He recited a mantra in this water and washed it immediately and the horse was completely healed. When I was little, this place was used by people to treat people who had sprains and broken bones.

and this place inside the d'Tukad club has swing activities

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