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versilperihelion · 6 months

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alright i don't tend to post stuff if it's not already part of an existing thread cause i don't believe people would care but i promised @demifiendcruithne i would write this up as a separate thing if anyone asked about it, and well @pteren did so here we are.

if you come across this and don't like math, this is your cue to move on to the next thing on your dash.

the context is that for pteren's month-long physical challenge i decided to also find some fun properties for each daily number of reps i do. and for 37 there were three such properties:

if you take any 3-digit number that is divisible by 37, and you shuffle its digits one space to the left (so e.g. 148 → 481), you'll get another number divisible by 37 (yes shuffling them to the right also works but it's the same as going left twice so it's just one of those cases that matters)

if you take any number divisible by 37 and insert into it a string of three of the same digit (so e.g. 148 → 147778, or 166648), you'll get another number divisible by 37

if you take any number divisible by 37, reverse it, and add a zero between every digit (so e.g. 148 → 80401 or 1147 → 7040101), you guessed it, you'll get another number divisible by 37

so i said there's already enough math i'm putting into the physical challenge thread so if anyone's interested in how to prove something like that, i'd put it into a separate post. so here we are. this is what i got myself into.

note: there will be quite a lot of images here. all of them, every single one, will have some math formulae and nothing else, cause it'll be much easier to read if that math will be neatly formatted and such using latex (the math kind, not the kinky kind) rather than somewhat put into plaintext of a text post. all those images will have added alt text but i have no idea how to best do image descriptions for that, so i'm kinda winging it. i know i said i doubt people would read this, but i'm still not gonna half-ass trying to maintain accessibility.

in fact there are enough images that i need to split it into the main post and a rb with the second half cause the limit is apparently 30. if for some unholy reason you came across this before i paste in and format the second half, and for some even more unholy reason you decide it's something you want to rb, please just wait until i add the second half. if there was a way to make a draft and an immediate rb of said draft, i would've done it.

also note: i'll be using the letter i as the index in a sequence. there will be no imaginary unit mentioned anywhere or needed for anything. there's no calculus either, the most complex arithmetic involved is knowing that if you multiply two powers of the same base, you get the sum of the exponents (2^5 x 2^2 = 32 x 4 = 128 = 2^7). and even better than that, basically every single number featured and labeled with a letter will be a positive whole number. we're not even going into fractions here.

also also note: i'm not gonna try to be 100% rigorous here. that's for academia, i was just bored with hellsite access.

so, given this includes some fuckery on the digits of a number, i think best to start by something we don't consciously think about too often: what does it mean for a number to look some way in base 10? let's take, say, number 1438:

1438 = 1 x 10^3 + 4 x 10^2 + 3 x 10^1 + 8 x 10^0

almost exactly the same way we'd pronounce this in english, it's one thousand (10 to the third power), four hundreds (10 to the second power), three tens (10 to the first power), and eight ones (10 to the zeroth power - anything other than 0 raised to 0th power gives 1. we are not getting into why not 0 here).

so in general we can write what this means, symbolically:

where x_0 is the ones digit, x_1 is the tens, and so on, which can also fancily be written using the sigma notation which if you have any programming experience, is basically just how in math you'd write a for loop: for i that goes from 0 to k (including k), where k is any natural number you feel like, add together the digit at the i-th position times 10 to the i-th power.

kinda seems like overcomplicating it, but this can be applied to any number base other than 10 (and the capital sigma notation helps avoid writing too much because laziness is the source of inventions).

many people will already have known all this, but it's still useful foundation to lay down before we start fiddling with the digits, so we are actually aware of what we're doing. now we can move on to the first thing to prove.

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a) the first thing was that if we take a 3-digit number that is divisible by 37, such as 148 (it's 4 x 37), and we shuffle the digits one space to the left, wrapping back to the ones space, what we get is another number divisible by 37, such as 481 (it's 13 x 37. leet).

so let's write down some general number we're starting from.

i called this number a_s because it's the number we start with for proof a). subscript s for start, n for new.

x_2, x_1, and x_0 are just the digits in the hundreds, tens, and ones places. this starting number is a multiple of 37, so it's 37 times some natural number n. we don't really need to know or care what n is, only that it's a whole number. it's all whole number turtles all the way down.

how would we then write a_n, the new number we create from our shenanigans?

should make sense. we move the tens digit to hundreds, ones to tens, and hundreds to ones. cool. but how do we go about proving it's divisible by 37? we can't really reason much about what we have there so far, so we should try to rearrange it so we can find several parts in there that each is divisible by 37 - a multiple of some number plus another multiple of it gives you yet another multiple of that number, like 30+70=100, 30 is 6x5, 70 is 14x5, and 100 is (6+14) x 5, so 20x5. and same if we were to subtract them. so lets pull a fast one on that number and add and subtract the same thing to it.

(at this point i must also note that the interface for making a new post is incredibly stupid for short wide images where the cancel button is overlapping the button where you go to add image description. hellsite, pay your qa department more)

we added and subtracted 1000 times x_2 so we still have the same number. what was that for? if you look at the first three terms, they are in descending order in both which digit it is, and what power of 10 they're multiplied by, which looks just like our original number, but all times 10. meanwhile, the other two terms both have x_2 on them. so we can extract the common factors there.

in the parentheses of the first part we have that original number a_s, so this whole first half is divisible by 37, cause that was our premise. the other half is some single-digit number x_2, multiplied by 1000-1. so by 999. well, it just so happens that 999 is a multiple of 37, being 9x111, and 111 is 3x37. so we have

so here's the secret: this is not really a property of 37.

it's a property of 111. the reason it works for 37 is exactly because 111 is a multiple of 37, so when it works for 111, 37 just tags along for the ride. in fact you might note that it works the same for the other divisor of 111, 3. as you may know, a number is divisible by 3 if (when written in base-10) the sum of its digits is divisible by 3. when we shuffle the digits around, the sum doesn't change, so the new number is still divisible by 3.

and you can show the same way that the other two properties work for 3 just as well as they do for 37. if we reverse the digits and sprinkle some zeroes in, the sum stays the same, so new number is still a multiple of 3. if we insert three of the same digit somewhere in the middle, we're adding 3 times something into the sum, so the new sum is still divisible by 3. sneaky.

but let's show that the other two properties work for 37. spoiler alert: 111 is the key player in those as well.

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b) if you take a multiple of 37, and insert a string of three of the same digit somewhere in the middle, the new number will also be a multiple of 37.

new year, new me, new starting number, just that it oddly looks exactly the same. except this time we are not restricted to just 3 digits of the starting number, so we need to consider any number of digits, so the laziness notation comes in

so how would we write the new number?

so i don't know if there is a proper notation but i went for square brackets here to mean "i'm not multiplying those together, those are just digits arranged from highest power to lowest". so we have the original digits going up from index 0 (right to left cause that's how we write numbers), and then three of this new digit y plopped in the middle, displacing the l-th digit and each next one up to index k three spaces to the left.

next we can write this as a sum as before, but because there's more terms it'll be useful to immediately split it into smaller, more manageable pieces.

because we added the three extra digits, everything to the left was effectively multiplied by a thousand, so the powers of ten there each grew by 3, while everything to the right is unchanged. so, as before, if we can show that each of these three pieces independently is divisible by 37, we'll have succeeded. and we'll start with the inserted part, b_insert, cause it's the simplest and i imagine some of yall already see where it's going.

that one was simple, it was straight out 111 times that digit y times some power of ten. so that's one place where 111 showed up. now, we can probably somehow get the original number somewhere out of the remaining two pieces to leave us with just one last bit to prove, if the previous proof is any indication. b_rest looks like it'd be useful but it's missing some terms, so let's look at b_front. there we'd have a neat match if not for all the powers of 10 being 3 bigger than the corresponding index. so, let's extract the common factor from all those.

now the stuff in parentheses is what we'd need to add to b_rest to complete the original number. it's just that there's a thousand of it, when we need just one. so let's separate one from the thousand and-

oh hey, and what we're left with is 999 times something, which we already know is a multiple of 37. let's call it 37 times m where m is stuff in brackets times the pieces of 999 after we pulled 37 out of it. cause we don't need to write it any more than that if we already know it's good. "i don't care" is a very powerful statement to use in math.

and now we can put those back together again.

and as a final cherry on top,

yay. so, just one left. should be smooth sailing, right?

yeah to be honest for this next one i needed some time to get one specific insight, and the road there lead through first proving something simpler, which is quite an effective problem solving approach. let's go through it and see.

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c) if you take a number that's a multiple of 37, reverse the order of digits, and then put a zero between every two digits, you get another multiple of 37.

so a good place to start will be once again defining what we mean in math symbols, cause while we can put it into words and write an example, those math symbols have been quite useful in solving this.

nothing new here but this time i also wrote the sequence of digits cause it'll be useful in building up the new number. so we flip the order and then add zeros.

so reading this from the right, in the ones place we have x_k. then we skip tens. then in the hundreds we have x_k-1. we skip thousands, and in ten thousands we have x_k-2. that's 10^0, 10^2, 10^4, and so on that have a digit from the original sequence - the even powers of ten. the number of original digits didn't change, but we doubled each power of ten used, so the highest power should be 2k.

yeah it got a bit more complicated, with the indices all the other way, and the exponents doubled, nice mess we got ourselves into. if you can already see where the proof is going, that's great. quoting Grant Sanderson of youtube channel 3blue1brown, pause and ponder. if you don't, fret not, it took me a while too. so how about for now we ignore this bigger problem and solve a much simpler case.

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d2) same as point c, but we're looking at two-digit starting numbers. there is no point d1, i gave it a 2 cause 2 digits.

there are only two numbers that are 2-digit and are multiples of 37 - 37 itself and 74, so we could just plop 703 and 407 into a calculator and see what they divide into, but we should do it in a general way like we did before. we're already deep into the math, might as well

so, we swap the digits, double the exponents, and add a 0 in the middle just for now to remember it was there.

last time we were in a situation like this (back in case a) we added and subtracted one of the digits times 1000. let's do it again.

looks familiar. let's extract 10^2 from the first two terms and -x_1 from the other two.

yep, that worked, and we got the original number and 111 in there. that's promising. let's try three digits.

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d3) same as d2 but the starting number has 3 digits

okay, so last time, and back in case a, we were able to restore the original number in the correct ordering of digits by adding and subtracting one term, and we did that in d2 as well. here we'd need to add and subtract two terms each. you know, worth a shot.

so we can do that, and the stuff we subtract each can pair with one of the remaining terms. let's do the usual and see what we're left with

so we got two of those as freebies, what about the last one? 10^6 is one million, so the brackets equal 999,999. is this a multiple of 999? why yes, it is, and the comma used to bunch digits of large numbers into groups of three helps us notice. and, well, so does saying the number out loud. 999 thousand, 999.

alright, i think we're warmed up enough to get back to our general case

which as i mentioned before i need to split into a separate followup post. 2/10 literally unplayable. i know there is the option "post privately" and there is the queue and schedule, but i'm sure as hell not gonna experiment when if something goes wrong i need to either redo the whole thing or have to wait to add the second half or whatever, i just want to drop it and move on.

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neonacity · 5 months

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ive been using tumblr on and off for years reading fics for different kpop fandoms and enjoying the content, but lately ive gotten so bored.

i noticed the same tropes repeating themselves for different idols with the same repetitive storyline and predictable ending. and these type of fics are so popular which makes the algorithm push them in your face even more😭😭

but writers are allowed to write what they want to write and readers are allowed to support and read what they want to read and i stand by that, but at the same time its hard to find something other than the 10-15 tropes ive read like 30 times before -each😭😭-

and like i said i use tumblr on and off so i dont really dig -that- deep for fanfics + the tumblr algorithm makes finding what i want 10x harder so im just bombarded with the same stuff i read like tons of times before in the form of a fanfic for a another idol

so when i found lucid and arcane it would be an understatement to say i was so so pleasantly surprised 🥺🥺🥺 your work is so original and i can confidently say i haven’t found anything like it on tumblr, you’re so talented and your ideas + storytelling are literally the best ive found on this app so far

it would be such a shame if you didn’t continue arcane, its such a good story and its idea is so original and unique, leaving it unfinished is such a waste.

Hello! First of all, thank you so much for sending this. I almost did not want to answer it because I want to keep it in my inbox and reread it every time I need inspiration. I want to share my thoughts with you though.

I know that there are certain tropes that work well here and I completely understand their popularity. Some people just prefer a certain genre and storyline and I myself are a silent enjoyer of them too.

I do know that my fics mostly are not a common preference of some and I am honestly okay with that. It is simply a style that I am comfortable writing and I'm happy to stick with it.

On the other hand, I will be lying if I say that interactions do not have an impact on my work. As someone with a fulltime job and other adulting responsibilities, writing a full chapter means I will have to spend many hours of my limited personal time for a fic. Now, imagine doing that and having little engagement–you can't even be sure if there are still people reading.

I wish I could be the same like before and say engagement doesn't matter as long as you love what you are doing, but it does. This is why I want to thank you for sharing this with me because even something simple as this can make a creator's resolve.

Thank you for supporting Lucid and Arcane!

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reilleclan-blog · 5 months

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Sooooo I gave immortals of aveum a chance and first of all the actor that plays Jak was on a show called "Never have I ever" and at the time I didn't even think about it when I watched the show but that man is currently 33years old. And the person he was kissing and being "sexual" with in the show is currently 22years old..

And yes she obviously is at the age of consent I was just kinda appalled how it was a good idea for casting to have her kissing some guy 10 years older than her.... especially in a acting setting that seems like such a way to take advantage of someone younger b/c well most times younger ppl don't know any better. ("Never have I ever" was also released in 2020. So what she was 20 while he was 30 filming that shit... that's still freshly an adult but she's just casted for kissing a grown ass man. That feels so weird to me.

Maybe the casting was done b/c maybe ppl wouldn't have given the show a shot if he wasn't in it but 33 years old.. holy fuck. And I think he's playing a senior as well and Davy has a crush on him.. (I'm not saying ppl can't date age gap but TO ME it feels super weird to have someone freshly an adult kissing on a grown man while others are recording and u know it's more vulnerable for the woman that's young) I had a 37 year old woman interested in me and at the time I was like 23 and I was so creeped out why she would ever want to date someone that's close to the age of her son.. like please ppl please be careful out there. I've had older women try to take advantage of me sadly.

But yeah yes it's an acting job but like it's so easy for the younger person in these situations to be taken advantage of.

Ok that rant is over, time to talk about the game I mentioned in the beginning. So when I first saw this game I didn't think it was gonna be good cause so many "high end" games have been straight ass. And was I right ? Uhhh I got "Immortals" for free on PlayStation so yeah it was pretty ass. (If PlayStation is putting a game out for free that only been out a year then most times that mean it wasn't good)

The story so far is very very generic like "arcane legends" story telling except arcane is more interesting and ur character has a time skip(in immortals. Side note I'm not a big fan of arcane but I'm just comparing it with this goofy magic shit) sorry lol but yeah the magic in the game is literally like "here's blue magic, ur magic depends on ur strength if u have all colors tri something ur like really special" and surprise the main character has all 3 magic colors?

Aside from the story which wasn't the worst? It's just very boring it felt like what Skyrim felt like except in Skyrim it's more interesting and yeah.. the combat is shoot shoot and "here's some abilities" in the beginning of the game they have u run thru this underground city like showing off the world but all u do is press the jump button a couple times and hold square. To make it feel "traversed" but that's all it was lol. The characters from the beginning were interesting too bad they all (SPOILERS) die

Ok fast forward Jak trains for 5 years and uh yeah. Ur fighting in a war and that's it. I would've loved if the game gave u some sort of fist fighting combat cause ur character has a cool ass melee but that was it. Also I was trying to just play the game for what it was but the game was super choppy on ps5 and there wasn't a setting to change "performance mode" or anything like that. And while in the middle of the story the game crashed.

Uhhhh yeah while running around the game the shit just felt and looked like it was held or made by spit and glue anddd um but it was a quality spit and glue. It gave a feeling of "open world" for like 2 seconds but most areas looked the same almost like "dungeon levels" but even more bland?

Idk uhh I only put like 3-4hrs into the game the limited amount of settings was also super surprising to me. I couldn't even take off motion blur and that was hurting my eyes while the game's frames drop randomly ,can't feel good.

For what I've seen I don't think this game has anything left that's interesting. I think the side characters make up for the game being bland and combat being a bit stale but I got bored fighting wave after wave of enemies, so I had to turn the game off. IF U LIKE THE GAME IM ALL HAPPY FOR U this is just my experience. Please don't start crying cause someone from a corner of the internet doesn't agree with u. Uhh 4.4/10

wtf is 4.4 idk but that's what I'd rate this game id say a 5 but whatever(also why didn't I use images from the actual game I was talking about ? Idk i didn't want to ig and the immortals game sadly didn't have a photomode idk and the game's shit so whatever)

#virtual photography #immortals of aveum #gaming commentary #darren barnet

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marchsfreakshow · 5 months

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You're my next victim Duckie (3rd person for whom I'm making a personal imagine in their askbox). Featuring one of your dream 3somes as you stated (since ur my 3rd target you get a 3some) (For the record, Dandy is like 19-20 ish in this, he gets called a boy bcs he's childish and March died at like 30)

Dandy was so tired of his mother's whining. Yes, LA is on the other end of the country, but why was she making such a big deal out of it? He could withstand a long travel, of course he could! What an annoying worm she was...

So after multiple heinous tantrums and 17 dead rats, Mother agreed. And so they went to one of the trending hotels, the Cortez. Dandy was simply just overjoyed. Unfortunately... it was boring. God, it was so dull! Nothing to do but wander and wander. He could drink at the bar, but all of the drinks tasted like burnt cow poop. And he did not. Like. Cow. Poop. It was dreadful. LA was, at its core, a bore.

But to the hotel's owner, the young man provided nothing but curious entertainment. He was rowdy and uncouth, yelling at staff and behaving weirdly, no shred of empathy in his young heart. March hated spoiled brats like him. Everything came easy to Dandy, handed on a silver platter. James had to fight tooth and nail for his wealth, never hesitated to kill and cheat, but also worked, worked hard, day and night for many years just to spite the bastard of a father and to achieve something great in life. But the Mott's wealth was a great feat - the rich went largely unpunished until there was hard proof against them, as James knew from experience.

And, as it dawned on March that his hunting grounds were limited to the hotel territory, he realized he needed a successor, someone of equal sickness of mind and inventive in terms of death. He needed a spineless, psychotic, easily steered young man such as Dandy Mott.

March's plan was simple - get a pretty little thing, one with a sweet gaze and soft lips, and convince the young bastard to murder her. He was humming to himself as he arranged a tray of weapons - two knives, a hammer, a gun, four types of deadly kitchen utensils and even a good quality blow torch. An array of torture devices ready for the cutie he had spotted at the bar earlier - and that cutie was you! Oh you were so easy to get drunk and lead into room 64, you didn't even protest as he tied you to the bed, sprawled out... well, he did spike your drink, but that is but a detail, isn't it? Surely you'd be a good little victim and awaken soon, so the new boy can see your scared little expressions and sweet pained screeches. There was nothing sweeter than a girl begging for a quick death, after all.

Dandy showed up to the room, as invited, out of pure boredom. He wore his white suit and sprayed himself with cologne, the smell soon filling James' suite. It made him almost choke, but no matter; he would test the boy soon and get him to leave. The young Mott stood there surprised at the sight of you, waking up and groggily realizing your predicament. He looked at March.

"What is this? Is she a prodtitute? Mother told me not to sleep with those, they all have tubermacossis"

James chuckled at how geniuenly dumb the boy was, he couldn't even spell tuberculosis. Oh this was going to be easy.

"Well, dear boy. This is your chance to truly feel... like a man. Take your preferred weapon and inflict on her whatever you wish. I, James March, shall be your guide in the world of murder."

You trembled. You tried to protest, but all that came out was a bunch of whines, as you were tied up, gagged and allll helpless. You cowered at the younger man approaching you, picking up a knife from the tray. His buldge was showing through his white pants, and his eyes were wide.

"Hey, old weirdo... can I take her mouth first? Mother always forbid me... but I am a man, and a man with needs. You understand, right, little whore?", he said the last part to you in the most innocent tone possible. He then undid his pants and then your gag. You were too terrified and groggy to talk.

"Freak man? Help me with her here! Every girl needs her fruits touched, it's the basic rule of pleasure, don't you know it!?", he said in a pretentious tone.

March quirked a brow. Well, he hadn't slept with a victim since '46, if he remembers correctly... ah, such a sweet treat, she'd be. All scared, yet he knew she would love his attention.

"My dearest", March said to her, ignoring Dandy's weirded out frown and nervous undressing, "We shall kill you no matter what you choose. Do you wish for us to give you a... glorious last hurrah, miss? Or shall I stop this... overexcited young man?"

You gasped, horrified but aroused. The younger man's half bare body was surely enticing, and if you were going to die anyway... huh... what she couldn't comprehend was being given a choice in the matter at all. Was it a rhetorical question? Or was it geniuine and gentlemanly? Perhaps the man knew you had secretly dreamed of such a night at this hotel, two beautiful man ravishing or ravaging your body from both ends, taking you and coming so deep their releases meet in the middle?

Do you wish for it?

- love, Nika

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!

Nika despite nothing being described I just came from that idea. Thank you for just giving me some giggles, desperately need them tbh.

#guys i actually have the best mutuals #i crushed my red bull can #like actually #mutuals #duckies mutuals

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anisaanisa · 3 years

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Yes hello I have a question about your One Word series. 🙋🏼‍♀️ Every chapter is like this perfect little nugget of InuKag development, with just the right amount of details to evoke the moment. Do you have to spend a lot of time on editing to keep each chapter tight? Do you word-dump and then winnow the word count later, or are you able to be that concise on the first draft? I'm SO CURIOUS because I suck at tight, concise writing and you're so good at it.

Oh my goodness @eowynwise you are too sweet, thank you! I apologise in advance, because unlike the fic you're referencing, I cannot keep this short and sweet 🙈

One Word started not long after @callmegri introduced me to the idea of drabbles. I couldn’t wrap my head around it at first, because like yourself, keeping things concise is not my strong suit: I tend to let words run away with me.

So, I took it as a form of practice, free-wrote the first 30 chapters, then decided to share it. There are a few rules I follow: 100 words exactly, no plotting or planning, but more importantly, have fun. I chose the hardest thing for me to write (fluff) and gave myself (at the time) a seemingly impossible word limit, because why not throw myself into the deep end where I don’t belong? This is how I learn best.

For reference, One Word is complete, but not completely edited, weighing in at 101 chapters (see what I did there?) and the process is as follows:

Write – Everything was written in decent chunks, around 20 chapters a round. In the first instance, I don’t pay attention to word count. I aim for a rough estimate, then move on without stopping. Stopping leads to planning and plotting, and that is not the aim of the game for this particular piece.

Edit – After that, I’ll go in and hack away at words, because there are almost always too many, rather than too little. This series has taught me how to be more precise with words, how to let things go, and over time I have become rather ruthless with trimming the fat. Now, I can crush 200 words into 100 without much difficulty if it's needed. Some words just aren't needed. Some adjectives make things clunky. Sometimes a dialogue tag is just hot air. So, this has helped tremendously when it comes to editing other things. For editing is my weakness.

Beta Reading– Having a decent Alpha or Beta reader helps a lot, and @callmegri is all that and then some. She’s a non-native English speaker with a near-flawless grasp of the language and that makes her a double threat. She understands English and its nuances, but also picks up on things that don’t sound right to a non-native ear. Isn’t that just the coolest thing? Sometimes words I squish together just don't make sense, and I have to play with a chapter a bit more to get it right. Sometimes she gives me a thumbs up immediately and nothing needs to be fixed. Either way, another pair of eyes is invaluable.

Extra advice that no one asked for but is so, so important: When it comes to all writing, not just drabbles, transitions are the devil. If there is something that is boring you to write, then it will likely bore the reader to read, so just get rid of it. Don’t even start it. Write a story in chunks and scenes that interest you and knit it all together at the end: it may surprise you what isn’t necessary when all is said and done. Have faith that the reader can piece together the times in between.

Drabbles are the perfect way to explore that. It may not be a lot in total, but each word counts, and can take just as much work and brain power as an epic. And it’s taught me so, so much. And I will tell anyone that listens that it is worth trying your hand at, even if it only ever lives in a word document.

So, I can say with conviction that from start to finish, it’s become easier to nail down those word counts and figure out how words play together, as it was always intended to be used for. Overall time spent is so little now, that I feel like I've achieved what I set out to: get better at writing. That being said, I will admit that I am constantly surprised by its reception, but I am so, so thankful that it’s put a smile on people’s faces because it’s put one on mine too.

Thank you, my love! 😍💓

Ask me Things and Stuff

#ask game #thank youuuuu 🥰🥰🥰#One Word

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ukaiknowsbest · 3 years

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personally i dont know if i can honestly recommend gintama to anyone who has not seen it. It's the type of anime where you need to develop an acquired taste for it. To recommend this show to anyone, you probably need to be aware of what your recomendee wants in an anime. I know that Gintama is ultimately a gag/parody anime, however the way people (and I) hype it often just focus on the serious parts which can make the wrong impression on the uninitiated bystander. ;^_^

Gintama problems:

pacing is questionable. 368 episodes + 8 specials and like only 30% is actual story. Good luck sacrificing ur brain and ur limited free time. And while it was rewarding to find parallels/connections between comedy and serious arcs, it's also easy to get annoyed by it.

the first chapters/episodes were weak plotline-wise. Like I can still remember me asking myself just where the story was going. If it weren't for the episode guide that I followed constantly reminding to treat it not as something one should binge-watch but rather smth someone watches once a week, i would have given up.

serious arcs are followed by too many comedic arcs.

and while the comedy is unique, it's not for the impatient.

It's best to watch it if you've spent a lifetime exposed to jp anime and media or at least grew up exposed to other shonen jump titles (especially older ones or gintama contemporaries.)

Also people need to be warned of the abundance of green jokes. It's something one should watch with a super open mind.

Don't even get me started on every ____-phobic issue/trope one encounters along the way.

There's also bullsht plot armor for all the Joui4 and some other characters and places.

not to mentions tons of deus ex machina events which make no darn sense.

Anime producers extended manga chapter content by a significant margin. One must be careful of what to consider as strictly canon. It is fascinating though.

If I didn't watch the filipino dub of the anime for the early episodes I wouldn't have been able to get through them tbh. It was great that the filipino dub captured the essence of the characters/comedy (with some localization ofc).

I admit I did skip A lot of comedy arcs because 1.) i got bored while watching 2.) offensive 3.) felt like a waste of time. Reading in the manga those arcs I skipped was how I fixed the holes in my Gintama lore.

People would argue that Gintoki is a one-of-a-kind MC. While I agree that his backstory was interesting, the way the multiple endings of the show still revolved around him/yorozuya ultimately saving the world every time ticked me off. That was very shonen jump of sorachi tbh. For as much as he tried to deviate from the common SJ editoral tropes, he still subscribed to making his MC save the world all the time. I should have been used to the formula by now but it made GIntoki/Yorozuya kinda boring to me. For all the hype it kinda felt short on that aspect.

It's ultimately my fault for having too many expectations for it. I had been used to watching seinen for more than 10 years after all.

Things I found amazing about Gintama

almost accurate portrayal of war. Like really, I cannot stress this enough. Espionage, Sabotage, Diplomacy, rebellions, leaders rounding up remnants of rebellious groups, pillaging, siege warfare, etc. It's great. If the Amanto didn't have such disorganized and melee-type fighting style it would have been perfect (and not even gintoki would have stood a chance lol)

portrayal of trauma

family themes, taking care of kids and teenagers

Excellent manzai routines.

some characters with period-accurate attitudes

strong ladies (im conflicted on this coz i dont like most of their fighting styles and portrayals)

some characters have really good writing embedded throughout the narrative.

It ended well. I'm thankful I watched it after it ended.

I guess this was my proper review of Gintama after 2 months watching/studying the show. If anyone reading this is offended by my complaints, remember that most complaints are born out of love. I did enjoy Gintama, and because I enjoyed it, I naturally want to talk about it's strengths and weaknesses. xD

#spoilers #gintama thoughts #review #gintama

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awanderingdeal · 3 years

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Hello there, Lucy! I really enjoyed the injury aspect of the O'darwin fic, I thought it felt very maturely handled to me. I was wondering if you'd perhaps write a continuation based on the last sentence where he stays busy healing in Gryffindor by spending time with Finn? I respect that you don't take hurt/comfort prompts so I'm very sorry if this is too much angst for you but I was hoping we could see Finn helping his brother through his recovery, please. Thank you!

Hi! Sorry this took so long to do 🙈 This isn't 100% what you asked for, but I hope it is satisfying!

You can read the prequel to this fic here which will provide context.

CW: healing from an injury

Rating: T

Let me know if you think I missed any content warnings or need to change the rating.

All characters and the sweater weather universe belong to @lumosinlove

Alex watched mournfully as the bright yellow ball soared past him again, the muscles in his thighs twitching with desire to chase it. Not even a year ago, he'd have met Natalie's serve easily. “Alright, that’s me out," he sighed, pride swelling in his chest. It was still difficult to temper his competitiveness like, but he’d learned his lesson the last time he’d over - done it. Besides, the berating he’d received off his physio hadn’t been worth the slight smoothing of the dent of his ego.

"You good?" Finn spun the racket in his hands, hair plastered with sweat against his forehead. By this point Alex had gotten used to his brother's boring stare searching for any hidden ribbons of pain in his face.

"You know the doc said I’m good to play again as long as I listen to my body. I’m listening. Do you want me to bring you a signed permission slip?” Alex bit back a comment about how Finn was only so concerned, because overstepping his limits was well within his own remit of personality flaws too.

“Sorry for caring, dickface.” Finn stuck his tongue out and picked up a slow jog across the court to grab the ball. He tapped the edge of his racket appeasingly against Alex’s shoulder as he passed. “Blizz, Nat. You two play. Winner stays on?”

“Sir,” Kasey drawled, knocking the tips of his fingers on his temple in a lazy salute.

Alex met Natalie's eyes across the net just briefly before their mouths split with a loud laughter. Next to her, Kasey blinked slowly at the two of them, his expression clearly indicating he thought they’d lost their minds. It only served to make them laugh harder until air forced itself out of Alex’s nose in a snort. He clutched his side, the muscles there beginning to complain about the lack of oxygen they were receiving. “Did Finn just possess you?” Alex finally managed to gasp out.

“You become more of an amalgamation of your team each day, Sugar,” Natalie said, a smile still settled on her lips as she pressed them to Kasey’s cheek. “Now go -" she pushed him away playfully, "- onto the other side. I have a game to win.”

“I’m influential," Finn grinned.

“You’re something, but influential isn’t the word I would choose." Kasey raised an eyebrow. The ball was thrown in his direction at speed, but he plucked it from the air with ease, Kasey's expression smug as he curled long fingers around it. "Do you want another attempt at that, Harzy."

"Just watch your back, Winter," Finn laughed lightly, showing Kasey his middle finger.

Kasey snorted. "Well, alright. While Finn perfects his supervillain act, Nat, are you good to play first to ten points?"

"Sure thing," Natalie nodded, her ponytail bobbing. She snaked her tongue over her lips to wet them and smirked. "Don't worry, I'll go easy on you, babe."

"No you won't," Kasey deadpanned.

"You're right, I won't, Natalie laughed. Alex loved that laugh; it was almost childlike, loud and unapologetic but warm and inviting, just like the rest of her personality. It made Alex want to laugh when he heard it.

"I get ripped into when I look at my boys like that," Finn said, nudging Alex’s shoulder as they sat on the bench, metal warm against the back of their legs under the unseasonably warm early afternoon sun.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re falling in love all over again.” Finn had flung his towel over his shoulder, head tipped back slightly, gulping water from the bottle pressed to his lips. He looked far too nonchalant for the sentence that had just left them.

“You really should have been a brooding artist," Alex teased. Brooklyn would welcome you with open arms." Finn wasn’t wrong though. Alex seemed to find a new way to fall for Natalie and Kasey every day.

“And deny the world the joy that is Finn O’Hara on the ice? I think not.”

“So modest.” Alex nudged Finn this time, taking the opportunity to swipe Finn’s water bottle from his hands. He had his own, but he’d dumped his backpack on the other side of the court. Finn made a weak protest, huffing as he hauled his bag onto his lap, grumbling something unintelligible whilst he dug through it. After a lifetime of living with Finn, Alex had learned not to try to decipher the conversations his brother had with himself, instead drumming a beat against the bench until eventually Finn pulled out a silver pouch, grinning triumphantly. It looked like the sort of thing you would take on a long hike. Alex peered closer at it. “Is that tuna? Just plain tuna.”

“I’m gonna put hot sauce in it,” Finn said, setting the pouch carefully to the side. He shoved his hand into the front pocket of his bag, seeking out a fork and the aforementioned hot sauce. Alex watched in horrified silence as Finn tore the top of the pouch open to release a waft of fish and dumped an obscene amount of the sauce in there.

“I -” Alex had so many questions he wanted to ask, except he knew asking them would probably only result in having more questions. “That is so gross.”

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”

“I’ll pass, thanks.”

Finn shovelled a forkful into his mouth, smacking his lips together noisy. “More for me.”

Alex was too distracted to respond. Kasey had just won his first point; Natalie having taken the first, and he took the lull in play as an opportunity to remove the thin headband keeping his hair out of his face. He shook out the brunette strands, neck exposed as he stretched to comb his fingers through it.

"Didn't he do a shampoo commercial like this once?"

Alex hummed, glancing briefly at Finn before setting his eyes firmly back on the view in front of him. "A while back...think I'd just left for Florida. I watched that thing more times than I care to admit."

He didn't have to look to feel the eyeball directed at him. Alex expected some teasing quip, but Finn's voice came at him concerned. "How are you-”

“My knee is fine, Finn," Alex sighed, a little irritated. He just wanted to enjoy watching Natalie and Kasey play. "Stop fussing, will you? I'm still the big brother here.”

“You know you can be a real bitch sometimes. I was going to ask how you were feeling about everything." Finn leaned forward, hand outstretched and precariously close to Alex's eye. He laughed as Alex leaned back to avoid the digits.

"Do not put your tuna fingers near my face.”

"Stop changing the subject," Finn admonished. "Where's your head at? You said last week you were struggling to find stuff to fill your time?"

Alex scratched at the stubble sprouting along his jawline. "God, when did you get so mature? You were knee high last time I checked."

"Alright, old man. 30's really hitting you hard, huh?" Finn dug his fork back into the foil pouch, pouting when it came out empty. "I've got water balloons in my backpack if that makes you feel better. Not full of water, of course."

"Of course," Alex laughed. "Why do you have water balloons in your bag?"

"Harry is coming over tomorrow afternoon and since the weather is a little nicer now -" Finn paused, halfway through crumpling the pouch into a tight ball. "-Hey, I see what you did there. Stop trying to distract me." He finished compressing the ball, cocking his head slightly to look at Alex properly. "You really don't want to talk about it?"

Alex breathed out heavily, slouching back against the bench. "Not today, Finn. Today I just want to enjoy," he gestured vaguely at the court. "But, I promise we'll go for breakfast sometime next week and we can talk."

"I just don't want," Finn started, the opening and closing of his mouth resembling his nickname. "No, you're right. You're a big boy. If you say you're okay then I'm going to believe you. Just...I'm here if you need me, alright?"

Alex sat up pulling Finn into a hug, his brother's arms wrapping tight around him. "I know. I know. I really am doing better, sometimes I just don't want to have the conversation, y'know? Love you, kiddo."

"Don't call me that," Finn grumbled, squeezing Alex tighter one last time before he pulled away. "Love you too."

#finn o'hara #alex o'hara #natalie darcy #kasey winter #rating: t #cw: injury #lumosinlove #sweaterweather

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hwajin · 4 years

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Morning Grumpiness

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2K

Note: I got really carried away with this one lol. send hyunjin lots of love, and enjoy christmas time☃️

You were forced awake by the demanding sound of your alarm, ringing through the silence of the calm morning to make sure you and Hyunjin didn't sleep in. The alarm was unnecessary for you since you woke up at 10am naturally anyways, but for Hyunjin this hour was pure torture, way too early. He had to go to work today, otherwise you would have watched him sleep until noon, not feeling the urge to wake the sleeping beauty next to you. But on days like this, especially when Hyunjin didn't get much sleep the night before, the mornings were torture for you as well. Not because of the early hours, but because waking your boyfriend was a nearly impossible task.

You didn't quite understand how it was possible for this boy to keep sleeping tightly, as if nothing in the world bothered him, when simultaneously the alarm was basically screaming at him, the loud, annoying noises cutting sharply into your ears. Hyunjin’s ears didn't seem to notice anything though, his eyes still closed tightly, his chest heaving peacefully while he looked as careless as ever. You took just one second to admire the boy laying beside you, propping yourself on one elbow to get a better look at him. His blonde hair was covering his eyes slightly, so you brushed it aside, his face in its whole exposed now. His ethereal beauty was still able to catch you off guard after so many years. Even though his hair was a mess, his pink, plump lips and reddened cheeks puffy due to the sleep and his big eyes sleepy even while close he managed to look like a creation of God himself, unreal, angel - like. Hyunjin suddenly shifted a little, his long, elegant fingers coming up to his face, as if he could sense you staring at him, attempting to hide himself from you. You chuckled at his expression now, one hand over his eyes, mouth parted and little snores escaping from it.

You decided that you took in enough of him, realizing you needed to wake him up eventually. You let out a big sigh, not in the slightest looking forward to what was coming, while you placed your small hand on Hyunjin’s steady shoulder, shaking him slightly.

Of course, no reaction.

You tried again, this time harder while also calling out his name.

Still, no reaction, as if you weren't even there.

So you had to go in once again, taking both of Hyunjin shoulders into your hands now, shaking him strongly while repeating his name over and over again, demand lingering in your tone.

His eyes suddenly flew open, shocked and scared, not understanding what was happening to him. He immediately sat up which was not a welcomed move to his body since he automatically fell back into the mattress, eyes closed again. You let out a frustrated grunt, shaking him, almost violently so.

"Hyunjin, wake up, my god. You'll be late."

How could he not comprehend what was going on around him, he was awake just a second ago?

Hyunjin’s eyes suddenly opened again, looking at you intensely, but without any emotion. He was clearly confused and didn't know a bit of his surroundings. You would have laughed at his face if the clock didn't announce that if Hyunjin didn't get up now he'd definitely be late for work. You took his puffy cheeks into your hands, startled for only a second at the feeling of his fluffy face. You almost lost control and kissed him, which would have been a bad mistake in this situation. In such early hours your kisses were like a lullaby for Hyunjin, causing him to fall asleep as quickly as ever.

So you pulled yourself together, looking him straight in the eye and talking in a serious tone.

"Hyunjin! Wake up! You're gonna be late!"

Hyunjin’s eyes found yours, this time filled with clear annoyance. Oh god, here you go.

"Yah, Y/N, I told you not to wake me up like this. Why- let go of me, I'm awake. J- just wake me up like a normal human being, you're always so violent in the morning..."

Hyunjin babbled on while sitting up slowly, rubbing his eyes and running his hands through his messed up hair in the process. You didn't even fully understood his words since his morning speaking abilities were only limited, making you chuckle every time you heard him talking absolute nonsense. His tired, low morning voice went on ranting as he gave his whole body a good morning stretch, arching his back and bringing his long, slick arms behind his head, closing his eyes shut heavily. You sat behind him as you watched his actions, the way he sat on the corner of the bed, looking so impossibly cuddly even while talking grumpily about how he doesn't like anything or anyone in the morning. Hyunjin let out a deep grunt after the stretching, finally standing up and moving his body towards the bathroom, not paying any attention to you. You shook your head slightly at his cuteness.

In the beginning of your relationship you got quite offended anytime Hyunjin started accusing you of not waking him the way he wanted to be waken up. You often fought back the moment those words came out of his mouth, meaning that your mornings always started off with you fighting. At some point you realized that it was useless arguing with him over such thing. You understood that Hyunjin did never mean those words personally, he simply wasn't a morning person. So you let it be with time, letting him be grumpy and annoyed by you. You started to even like this about him, finding it adorable how he babbled on the whole time while finding his way to the bathroom with little, slow steps. The way he looked in the morning, bare faced, hair falling naturally and features puffed made you love him even more. The way his bare feet sounded against the linoleum floor, leaving taps behind, made your heart flutter for some reason. It were little things, but you loved them the most about Hyunjin.

After 30 minutes you finally heard the bathroom door open, soon revealing a freshly washed Hyunjin in his pyjamas in your bedroom again. His personality seemed like switched out as he suddenly came closer to you quickly and captured your lips in a short but sweet kiss, before pulling away to look at you.

"I was grumpy, right? I don't remember much, I just know I was grumpy. I'm sorry.", Hyunjin said softly, kissing your lips once again. You laughed at his words while he went over to your shared closet, opening it with a concentrated look on his face.

"How can you not remember, you were awake!", you told him, not believing his words.

"I was physically awake, but not mentally. You know that!", Hyunjin talked back jokingly as he looked for some clothes in the closet. His long arms reached for a white shirt and grey sweatpants, placing them on a stool that was standing next to him. He quickly pulled the shirt he slept in over his head, revealing his build back to you. God, it was definitely obvious that Hyunjin took swimming seriously in previous years. He unintentionally flexed his muscles as he reached for the new white shirt, making your mouth water at the sight of him. You have always had a weakness for his back muscles, and he took this as his advantage multiple times. You didn't know if it was his goal to tease you now or if he really was just dressing up for work, either way you enjoyed the show. He pulled down his pants after the shirt was covering his upper body, leaving him in only his boxers. You couldn't help but stare at his legs as well, steady and strong, while he put on the sweatpants he prepared prior. When he turned around he noticed you staring at him, causing him to shoot you a smirk.

"What are you staring at?", he said teasingly, grabbing a pair of socks and coming closer to you. You blushed at his question, startled and confused as to what to say to this.

This little tease, so he was doing it on purpose. You can't seem to figure out why he enjoyed riling you up for nothing, but you guessed he just liked playing around and leaving you speechless. Maybe it gave his ego some kind of a boost or something.

Since you didn't answer and just looked at Hyunjin stepping closer to you, reddening even more, your boyfriend let out a chuckle, sitting down at the sight of the bed to put on his socks.

"You're always so shy around me, I wonder why.", he said, faked curiosity dripping as he spoke. He was still looking at you, smirking.

You quickly shook your head, tuning into reality again.

"Yahh, stop teasing me Hyunjin.", you said annoyed as you gave his shoulder a light slap. He threw his head back in laughter, adoring your reaction to his flirty behavior. Hyunjin leaned in to peck your lips, way too sensually for your taste if it led to nothing anyways, before placing his forehead against yours.

"This is not teasing, baby, this is flirting. I can show you what teasing is after work though, so look forward to tonight, hmm?", Hyunjin said, voice and eyes dark all of a sudden, boring holes into your soul. His change in behavior caught you off guard harshly, almost scared you, but you knew that he could fake this stuff very well. You disconnected your head from his quickly, frowning your brows at him. You couldn't help the blush which crept up at his words though, making you - in fact - excited for tonight.

You acted cold though, giving his shoulder a playful slap once again.

"What are you talking about, stop it. Come on, get away from me, go to work.", you said, acting like you wanted to shove him away from the bed. His laugh sounded through your bedroom a second time. Hyunjin pecked your lips once more before standing up and grabbing his backpack.

"Alright, I really gotta go now.", Hyunjin said while leaving the room. You stood up quickly, your bare feet causing the same tapping sound you heard from Hyunjin before. You ran up to your boyfriend, cold air hitting your bare legs as the only thing you slept in was Hyunjin’s shirt. You stood there, watching your boyfriend put on his shoes before he looked at you, freezing in his motion. God, you looked so tiny in his big shirt, your bare legs not helping the situation at all. If Hyunjin could he definitely would toss all his stuff aside, would hug you tightly while carrying you back to bed and cuddling for the rest of the day, getting lost in each other while sharing lazy kisses. He just stood there, staring at you, letting his imagination take over all his other thoughts. It wasn't until you stepped from one foot to the other nervously, looking up at the boy, confusion and amusement mixed in your eyes. When he heard you calling his name questioning it was like he woke up from some kind of trance. He flashed you a smile, hugging you one last time. He felt you hugging him back tightly, and once again he almost lost control as he felt every single inch of your body pressed against his. He truly didn't want to leave the paradise called you.

But he nevertheless pulled away, walking towards the door.

"See you later, baby... as I said, look forward for tonight.", Hyunjin said teasingly one last time, causing you to scream out his name partly embarrassed, partly amused before he quickly closed the door shut behind him. He was mentally preparing for a long day of work before being able to return home, to return to you.

#stray kids #skz #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #skz hyunjin #stray kids hyunjin #cute #hyunjin soft hours #imagine #skz imagine #skz imagines #skz fluff #skz fanfic #skz fic #hyunjin fluff #hwang hyunjin fanfic #STAYlovesHyunjin #WeLoveHyunjin

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notafraidofredyellowandblue · 4 years

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Flake interview 2020-01

Not a new interview, but relatively recent, Flake with "Der Standard" 2020-01 before an appearance of Flake in Vienna (author Stefan Weiss), don't think there's a translation on the website, so here's a shot..:

Rammstein keyboardist Flake: "The reunification was a mess"

Christian "Flake" Lorenz hits the keys not only as a keyboardist, but also as an author. A conversation about controversial views on the GDR, fireworks and climate protection

At Rammstein he is the "keyfucker" - GDR jargon for keyboard players. His real name is Christian Lorenz, but he has been calling himself "Flake", pronounced in German, of course, since his youth. For a quarter of a century, the native of East Berlin has been the alien in the German rock band, the thin freak among the strong musclemen. In the meantime, Flake also hits the keys as an author: In "An was ich mich so erinnern kann" (2015) he wrote down his GDR experiences, followed in 2017 with "Heute hat die Welt Geburtstag", a literary autobiography about Rammstein. On March 26, Flake will come to Vienna's Globe Theater for a reading.

STANDARD: We are currently celebrating 30 years of 'Die Wende' *1). Your joy is limited, as one knows. How do you perceive the anniversary?

Flake: 'Die Wende' and reunification of Germany have to be separated. I experienced the change as a punk at the time. The ossified old concrete headframe of the GDR Politburo was also our enemy. We didn't want this idiotic regime anymore and we fought to loosen it up. When the wall came down, we didn't know what to do with the freedom we suddenly had. But then began an incredibly exciting time in which we tried to develop professionally, politically and musically in every direction.

STANDARD: And then came the reunification.

Flake: A lot went wrong from then on. We were annexed as a useless country, entire biographies were declared worthless, companies were closed so that the western companies could expand. We have been reset to such an extent that resentment and disappointment have built that have persisted until now. By and large, the reunification in this form was a mess.

STANDARD: If you look at Germany's east today, right-wing populism has recently had great political success there. A legacy of reunification?

Flake: Many people are disappointed because certain promises have not been fulfilled. But they already had the political left in their lives, now they are trying it with the right. Personally, I cannot understand how one can vote for the AfD *2). But those who do are doing it in large part in protest against the mainstream parties. It is clear that the AfD cannot meet expectations either. If the AfD were to rule, many people would notice very quickly that it is not getting better, but worse.

STANDARD: You grew up in the East Berlin punk scene. What are the differences between the East and West punks?

Flake: There was a fundamental difference: the Ostpunks didn't need any money because life was absurdly cheap, rent around 25 marks. The koney you made from one concert lasted over a month. So you could make the music you wanted to make and not just the music that sells well. Absurdly enough, it made us very free.

STANDARD: There were also IM Stasi informers among your band colleagues at the time (IM: unofficial employee, note). Aren't you angry with the repressive surveillance state of the GDR?

Flake: I'm not angry with IM informers in the bands. Because their IM status often made it possible for the bands to exist at all. The Stasi didn't lock up its own people. The best example of this is the GDR band 'Die Firma'. It was founded by IM informers. The gag was that 'Die Firma' ('The Company') was actually a synonym for "Stasi". Covered by the Stasi, they then sang anti-subversive texts. Almost brilliant really.

STANDARD: Do you understand when it is said that the GDR was an injustice state and that Stasi repression was a kind of terror?

Flake: I can understand it when people say that who have experienced it and suffered from it. But personally, I can't say that the whole state was bad. I don't want to know how many innocent people have been or are being imprisoned and monitored in the West. I do not find the generalization of the "unjust state" okay.

STANDARD: Would Rammstein have been conceivable in the GDR?

Flake: We wouldn't have founded a band like Rammstein within the GDR because it would have been the wrong answer to this system. We founded Rammstein because we noticed that our punk music wasn't getting anywhere in the West. It took harder stuff.

STANDARD: You have retained a kind of socialism within the band. Nevertheless, Rammstein is a millionaire company. Were there moments when you thought: The money could not only destroy our character but also the band?

Flake: Rammstein is a company where money fluctuates a lot. We have a lot of employees, we buy tons of pyrotechnics, we have a huge stage, costumes, our own electricity network, we shoot extremely complex videos. The money that remains private can actually hardly harm us, because it is so limited. We really have to make sure that the plus-minus calculation works out.

STANDARD: In your book "Heute hat die Welt Geburtstag" you describe the 25 years of Rammstein as a long partnership: It has become calmer in bed, but you understand each other blindly. Is divorce even an option?

Flake: Divorce is definitely not an issue. It's like a very long marriage: You don't even think about divorce anymore.

STANDARD: In the midst of tough muscle men, you were always the figure that breaks everything, especially in the interaction with singer Til Lindemann, who sometimes roasts you on stage like a cockroach. It looks like the traditional comedian constellation white clown and stupid August, Laurel and Hardy with SM components. How important is that to the show?

Flake: We developed that more by accident. We never made it up: you are the strong one, I am the weak one. At our first concerts we always stood around very haphazardly, then we started pushing and provoking each other. When I watch a normal heavy metal band I get bored easily. We always have something going on.

STANDARD: Do you sometimes long for a role change at Rammstein? To be the strong one for once?

Flake: Nah, I have other worries. With those couple of concerts, I can handle my role well enough.

STANDARD: Can you even enjoy appearances or does that only come afterwards? After all, a Rammstein show is precision work.

Falke: What do you mean enjoy? I enjoy when everything runs smooth and everything works like a machine. There are good and bad concerts, at the good ones we take off like an airplane.

STANDARD: Rammstein mixes black romanticism with black humor. You yourself love the blues, which often sails in similar waters. Can you draw joy out of melancholy?

Flake: The blues is the best example of this. Sadness and comfort go hand in hand. All of popular music arose from a problem of the respective author. This is exactly what you want to hear when you are not feeling well yourself. During puberty you normally don't want to hear "Walking on Sunshine" either.

STANDARD: Traditionally, there is also joy in melancholy and morbidity in Vienna. Is that the Eastern European impact?

Flake: Slavic music is very melancholic, on the other hand the Goth culture comes from the west. So I wouldn't really pinpoint that to anything local.

STANDARD: It is said that Rammstein did more to preserve the German language than all the Goethe Institutes put together. Are you proud of that?

Flake: Yeah. But the interesting thing is that we are regarded more highly abroad than in our own country. In Germany there is a lot of ranting: We are dull and foolish about Germany - complete nonsense.

STANDARD: Rammstein has always been compared to the totalitarian parody band Laibach. They recently played in North Korea with the aim of appearing subversive. Is something like that conceivable for Rammstein?

Flake: We'd have to think very carefully about what we want and why we want it. If that were to help someone, okay - but only to be able to say, "We're subversive now," that's not an argument.

STANDARD: For reasons of climate protection, there is an increasing number of missile bans. A topic for Rammstein?

Flake: We played a concert in Chicago once. The local fire protection was so rigorous that we shouldn't even have lit a match. Complete ban on pyro. We went on stage and said: either we are leaving because we are not allowed to make a fire here, or we are playing without. The audience wanted the latter, of course. And it became one of our best shows. You have to weigh it up a bit: should you stop all things like a Rammstein show for climate reasons? But I totally understand that there shouldn't be any more bangs on New Year's Eve. I was in Vienna once at the turn of the year, and there was relatively little banging. I thought that was good. Berlin is one of the most terrifying cities on New Year's Eve. There it's pure aggression.

Notes:

*1) i kept 'Die Wende' as the term for the political transformation in east germany, not sure what the official english phrase is

*2) AfD, short for 'Alternative für Deutschland' or 'Alternative for Germany' is a right-wing populist political party, often characterized as far-right, known for its opposition to the European Union and immigration

#flake interview #rammstein interview #interview 2020 #again with the marriage analogy #😊#rammstein #flake lorenz

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natromanxoff · 4 years

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Queen live at Capital Centre in Landover, MD, USA - November 29, 1977

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A fan filmed the first couple minutes of the show on a silent Super 8 camera, but he was caught by a security guard and the film was confiscated.

Another fan recalls the band took a 30 minute break in the middle of the show, and started the second half of the show with Tie Your Mother Down. He also says they performed both Spread Your Wings and It's Late.

Here is a review of the show from the next day's Washington Post. It reveals that the band have swapped Keep Yourself Alive with Now I'm Here. The former now follows Bohemian Rhapsody in the setlist, as it had earlier in the year.

There is a great story on Brian May's website by Tracy Chevalier, who attended the show as a youngster:

It started with a champagne toast and ended with a limo pulling away into the night. In between these two gestures symbolising glamour and sophistication, I lost my virginity. Not in the technical sense (that would take another few years), but in other ways. At my first ever rock concert — going with four friends to see Queen at the Capital Centre in November 1977 — I got an eye-opening peek at elements of the adult world, with its power and its limitations, its glittering artifice and dirty reality, and it demonstrated how little I knew and how much I had yet to learn about life.

I was ripe for it; overdue, really. I had turned 15 the month before the concert, and though people thought I looked older than I was, I was remarkably naive and unworldly at that age. Despite a few character-building events in my childhood — the death of my mother when I was almost 8, the experience of being a minority in DC public schools — I was so unsophisticated, so unaware of the world, that I didn’t even realise Queen was an English band until the lead singer Freddie Mercury appeared in a tight white catsuit on stage at the Capital Centre, raised a glass of champagne at 18,000 screaming fans, and toasted us with “Good evening, Washington” in a fruity English accent. I was stunned. Then I started screaming.

I had been a Queen fan for a couple of years by then. A Night at the Opera was the first LP I bought, and I could sing every word of every song. I don’t remember how I was introduced to Queen — though I do remember hearing their biggest hit, Bohemian Rhapsody, on the radio and being impressed by its audacity. It sure beat the hell out of the Beatles, Bob Dylan and Neil Young, which had been my older sister’s staple music diet. By 14, I was writing Queen lyrics on the desk where I sat for algebra class, swapping them back and forth with a boy I had a crush on, and daydreaming of guitarist Brian May kissing me.

The concert was part of Queen’s News of the World tour. While not a great album, especially after the double whammy of A Night at the Opera and its follow-up, A Day at the Races, it did produce two of their best-known songs, We Will Rock You and We are the Champions, which drop-kicked them firmly into stadium anthem territory. Appropriately, the concert began with the lights going down and the primitive, effective, impossible-not-to-join-in-with BOOM- BOOM-CHI, BOOM-BOOM-CHI, BOOM-BOOM-CHI intro to We Will Rock You rolling over the audience. Everyone immediately jumped up out of their seats and began to stomp and clap along. I, too, stood and stomped and clapped, watching in awe as people began flicking their Bic lighters, a gesture I had never seen before. What, were they going to set light to something? I had tried not to act surprised earlier when people nearby started smoking grass in public, but now was there going to be a riot? What other illegal things would go on that night? Then a spotlight picked out Freddie Mercury, who began to sing, “Buddy you’re a boy, make a big noise, playin’ in the street, gonna be a big man someday . . .” and I thought, “Jesus H. Christ, that is the loudest noise I’ve ever heard! Is that legal?” The wall of sound terrified me, and I wanted to cover my ears, but I didn’t dare, as it would have been a very uncool thing to do. I think I looked around for the exit, wondering how many people I would have to climb over to escape the sound. It was just so goddamned loud — exhilarating, yes, but painful, too, dangerous and overwhelming. I wavered between loving it and hating it, but knew it would be uncool to hate it, so I’d better try to love it.

Towards the end of the song the single note of an electric guitar began to hum louder and louder under the chorus we were all singing and shouting, and Brian May stepped into the light to add his distinctive sound, ending We Will Rock You with low, long-sustain, three-part harmony chords, overlaid with a high melody he made fuzzy and metallic by using a coin as a guitar pick. I adored Brian May. He was the reserved, straight guy (literally) to Freddie Mercury’s camp high jinks — tall, dark, good-looking, with long curly hair and a melancholy pensiveness that made every teenage girl want to comfort him. At this concert he was wearing a silvery white jacket with long, pleated wing sleeves; that combined with his mop of curls should have made him look effeminate, but instead he was deeply sexy.

I loved Freddie, too, for his outrageous antics, his riskiness, his joy at performing and glorious indifference to how ridiculous he looked wearing glittery leotard jumpsuits, eyeliner and a mullet, prancing and strutting and posing, twitching his hips, smacking his lips and otherwise hamming it up. But even without being conscious of Freddie’s sexual preference — I hadn’t yet met anyone who was openly gay — I instinctively sensed he was not to be lusted after. For all his extrovert, welcoming stage presence, he was clearly playing a part, which served to hold us at arm’s length; whereas Brian May’s taciturn moodiness was clearly himself served up raw.

Thank God for Freddie, though. Without him, no one would have moved on stage: Brian May was not a dancer, John Deacon, in time-honoured bassist tradition, stood solidly in one place throughout, and Roger Taylor was trapped by his drum kit.

To set us at our ease, after We Will Rock You Freddie toasted us with a glass of champagne — “Moët et Chandon, of course,” after the reference in the hit Killer Queen. My friends and I heard this and screamed and clutched one another. He mentioned Moët et Chandon! That was our champagne! He was acknowledging us! I swear he made eye contact with me, 200 yards away and over the heads of thousands.

For we had done what we thought was the most original and extravagant gesture (for 15-year-olds) a fan could make: we had sent a bottle of champagne backstage. We’d pooled our money and gotten an older sister to buy it for us — the same sister who had been obliged to drive us all the way to the Capital Centre, smirking at our overexcited fandom. We’d even made our way to the stage door down a loading dock at the back of the arena and reluctantly handed over the precious bottle to a bored roadie, who said he would take it to the band. We’d had our doubts about his reliability, and his jadedness had dampened our enthusiasm a bit: had we really blown all that money — $20, which in those days meant 20 hours of babysitting — to have some unshaven jerk with a beer belly swill the precious liquid? But clearly the roadie had pulled through for us, for there was our champagne in Freddie Mercury’s hand, and he was referring to Moët et Chandon in his pretty cabinet, the lyrics we had so cleverly quoted in the note we sent along with the bottle. We were sure we — among the many thousands — had managed to get through to the band.

If we had bothered to look around rather than feast our eyes on Brian and Freddie (I’m afraid John Deacon and Roger Taylor never got a look-in from me), we probably would have seen other clusters of fans also screaming and clutching one another during Freddie’s toast. But we didn’t look around or harbour doubts, or we ignored them. It was only much later that I allowed myself to consider the veritable champagne lake that must have existed backstage at every Queen concert. Tip to rock stars: want a free truckload of champagne wherever you go? Sing a song that mentions some — preferably name-checking a more expensive brand to ensure better quality — and watch it pour in backstage every night from adoring fans. There must have been a hundred bottles from fans back there, not counting the stash the band may well have brought with them in case Portland or Houston or Detroit weren’t so generous. No wonder that roadie looked so bored — he’d probably been put on champagne duty that night.

Freddie’s toast worked its magic, though, giving me the connection I needed to negotiate a place within the strangeness of the concertgoing experience itself: the weird, scary power of a crowd; the mixture of exhilaration and embarrassment at collective participation; the physical discomfort of standing for two hours when there’s a perfectly comfortable seat behind you. It is one of those tricky, unresolved tensions at concerts: are we there to listen to the music or actively respond to it, participate as a group or answer our needs as individuals? It’s an issue I’ve never entirely resolved — from Queen onwards I have spent concerts going in and out of myself, losing myself to the music and spectacle one minute, the next minute overly conscious of myself clapping or singing or screaming, and wondering why concerts have to be such an uncomfortable physical ordeal.

I was taken aback by the sound of Queen’s music live: not just the volume, but the familiarity and also the strange rawness of the songs. Studio albums have all the mistakes airbrushed out, the layers added in, the balance between players carefully calibrated, like clever dialogue in a play without the awkward pauses and unfinished conversations you get in real life. Queen albums were highly produced, multi-layered affairs. Live, the music was necessarily stripped of a lot of the choral mixing, more raucous, simpler and much messier.

The band wisely didn’t dare attempt to reproduce in its entirety the long, baroque confection that is Bohemian Rhapsody. For the infamous operatic middle section, the band members left the stage as the studio recording played. Freddie and Brian then changed costume, and, at the word “Beelzebub”, all four men popped out of a door in the stage floor and joined live again for the heavy metal section, fireworks going off, dry ice pouring out, everyone going berserk, me in tears of excitement. It was one of the best live moments I’ve ever witnessed. Indeed, I was spoiled by seeing Queen play live before anyone else; for sheer exuberant theatricality, no one else has come close.

The concert ended with an instrumental version of God Save the Queen and once more the flicking of the Bics, which, no longer the virgin concertgoer, I understood now as a gesture of tribute. My friends and I weren’t finished, though. Emboldened by Freddie’s toast, we decided to go to the stage entrance again and say hello. I still choke with embarrassment when I think of it. When we got there, a black limousine was pulling away, our heroes and their entourage inside, and we were left with the detritus: older, dolled-up, hard-bitten groupies who had followed the band around and not made this night’s cut. I stared at one, at her long, bleach-blond hair, her miniskirt, her bright red lipstick. She glared at me briefly; then her face went slack as she dismissed the idea of me being any sort of competition. In fact, I had not really taken in that there was a competition, that the girls (and I?) were here to spread our wares and catch the attention of one of the men, and then . . . And then? I hadn’t thought it through at all. I wouldn’t have known what to do with such a man as Brian May if he even so much as looked at me. All I knew was that I was way, way out of my depth, that even if I had eluded the roadie minding the door, there was no way I was ever going to get past a woman like this.

The contrast between the sparkling theatricality of the concert and the gritty reality of the backstage, with its dirty concrete, anonymous faces and unfulfilled dreams turned my stomach, and almost ruined the night. I wished I hadn’t seen it, because it reminded me that the show was a fantasy, while it was my aching feet and the roadies’ boredom and the groupies’ hard desperation that constituted real life. As I stood watching the limo pull away and the unsexy women stand about, licking their wounds, looking for a ride to the next city and another chance, I felt as if a door had been kicked open a crack on to a world I knew nothing about: the seamy underbelly of the concertgoing experience, a mix of sex and power and exploitation, of cigarettes and poorly applied make-up and long, cold nights waiting to be noticed and defining yourself by someone else’s attention. If that was grown-up life, I didn’t want to know about it. I wanted the champagne toast, but not the limo. Not yet.

Fan Stories

“I had just turned 16 a few weeks earlier. I was absolutely 100% in love with Queen (since age 13 when first hearing Killer Queen on the radio) and therefore could hardly believe my sister's friend, who worked with her at the Roy Rogers restaurant at the mall, who said she knew Freddie Mercury's girlfriend, Mary, and that she was going to get a backstage pass and would try to get one for us as well. Well, just before the concert she met my sister at a pre-arranged point (inside the venue) and said that she was unable to get us the backstage passes. You can imagine my disappointment and my thinking at this point that this girl was not telling the truth about knowing Freddie's girlfriend (it seemed too good to be true to me to begin with). Then after the concert, which was great of course, we were depressed (my sister and I - but especially me) at not getting to meet them, so we decided to wait for their limo to come out of the underground parking area at the Capital Centre. When it emerged we got so excited we decided to sprint to our big blue station wagon and follow them. With my learner's permit only, I followed them at probably over 80 miles per hour - I remember it being the fastest I had ever driven but I was determined not to lose them - to a restaurant somewhere in DC. At that age, I didn't have my bearings around the city. We didn't want to freak them out so I think we just watched them go inside from our car. Then we ended up waiting outside in the cold air for I think around 2 hours - anyway - enough to turn my nose red and make my lips and toes numb. We weren't allowed in the restaurant - and there was a bouncer from Liverpool out front that prevented us from even going in the lobby to warm up. At one point Roger came down the stairs into the lobby and I smiled at him and he smiled back and started over to the door - but was stopped by another man who grabbed his arm. So then he just continued downstairs to the bathroom, and ignored us when he went back up the stairs. When they finally emerged from the restaurant, I was frozen in more ways than just the temp. Brian said, "It's a bit cold out here". One of them (I don't know who because I think I was in shock) said, "So, were you at the concert?" And we said yes. My friend who was hardly a Queen fan grabbed the attention for herself by shouting "That was the best concert I've ever seen!" or some such thing. I was so embarrassed not being able to think of anything to say in my stunned condition. Freddie looked at me briefly then looked over at my sister. He nodded at my sister but he never stopped walking to the limo. Brian walked over to me and said something like, "Did you enjoy the concert?" and I think I mumbled something like, "Yes. It was fantastic." Then all I could think to say was "Can I have your autograph?" He said "Sure" and ended up giving me the autograph and his pen. So I had to tap him on the arm to get his attention to give him his pen back. "Here's your pen." Can you imagine - here I am meeting my idols and all I can say is this? This all happened within about 20 or 30 seconds it seemed, and they all got into the limo quickly - they seemed pretty tired. I can't remember if they had one or two limos. All four of the members were there and I think a couple of other men - probably manager and driver(s). Freddie didn't say anything, just acknowledged us without a smile and got into the limo. John did the same. I remember thinking Brian was pretty tall. I stood very close to him. I am almost 5 foot 9 and he towered above me it seemed. Of course the hair probably added several inches! The best part of the story I guess is that my sister's friend, the one who knew Mary, said that when the band got back to the hotel they said there were some "nice working girls" waiting outside the restaurant. I guess they thought we were older - we were only 16 and 17 and still in high school of course. We were dressed very conservatively and with long coats.

My sister's co-worker said that she was good friends with Mary, because their families had been neighbors, and so was happy to get to visit with her. Also she said she thought that Freddie was the nicest member of the group, but very shy.” - Donna13

#queen #queen band #roger taylor #freddie mercury #brian may #john deacon #queen concerts

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gamergirlss234 · 3 years

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Game Review : CSR Racing 2

INTRODUCTION

- As you know, the CSR racing game was invented on 11 June 2012, but the features of the game was not as good as the new one which is CSR 2. The CSR 2 had been invented on 30 June 2016. Which is a lot of features have been ugraded to recruit their cars more advance. Actually, the features between the two games are exactly the same but what can I explore in CSR 2, it has been improved a lot by detailing their graphics and it almost looks like a real car. So basically, playing CSR 2 is a lot more interesting and fun better than CSR 1.

-On the other hand, by setting a new standard in graphics for car games, CSR2 delivers hyper-real drag racing to the palm of your hand. This game is a celebration of cars in your pocket! Racing games have never been so real. CSR2 gives a lot of opportunities to let the players customize their cars, drag race against players around the world, and take over the city on our own, isn't that fantastic >>

-Futhermore, CSR2 has been upgraded into the best of the best. Thus, CSR2 you will also compete in races against live players across the world with your custom-built supercars, including LaFerrari, Koenigsegg One: 1, and many more. To be more precise in customizing your cars, you must tune and customize your rides for maximum speed and dominate the competition in global crew events. Indulge your passion for owning the latest and greatest cars on the planet. Unfortunately, other car games can’t compete. This is such an incredible chance to get real. You can also ultimately race games for free and start your collection and get to race.

- Therefore, about the greatest update that gives a lot of satisfaction for the audience which is their graphic features. CSR2 redefines what you thought possible in car racing games on your mobile device. They were using outstanding 3D rendering techniques, which is incredible, the game features the most beautiful and authentic supercars to date. I have been playing these games from CSR 1 to CSR2, and I do really love the changes that have been made all over the years. The csr2 racing game is really surprised me because it was really good and so detail until it really looks like a real car. The interesting part is, you can experience the greatest type of cars compare to the car in the first version. The car can be earned by winning the race and collect all the money from the race until we can afford to buy a new car and we also can upgrade the turbo, the grip, and Tyre. Based on my experience, in playing racing games, that one game that can get you to be real while playing it, is the CSR2 racing game, there are no racing games that don’t get any more real than this!

THE LATEST, GREATEST & HOTTEST CARS

-Moreover, you may also can collect the racing cars and supercars of your dreams to show them off in your huge warehouse garage .CSR2 features over 200 officially licensed vehicles from popular and renowned car manufacturers, including Ferrari, Porsche, Aston Martin, McLaren, Bugatti, Lamborghini, Pagani, and Koenigsegg. No other racing games can deliver the latest, fastest cars. I'm going to show you my entire garage that I have played before. I had bought a lot of cars and it is almost full in my garage and will going to open the second garage for my cars. Other than that, CSR2 lets you keep and buy a lot of cars that you wanted too, and the best part is there is no limit in owning as many of garage that you wanted to, isn't it interesting!!

This is my first garage so far:

I will summarize a few of the cars above for you guys:

TOYOTA 86

- If you wonder what cars that I have been collected over the month, the first car I drove from the start is the green one which is TOYOTA 86. Before that, this game has five levels of the car called a tier, so my first car for tier-one is TOYOTA 86, and this car is one of the fastest cars for my first tier. I rate this car 8/10 because it's good for tier 1 which is level one.

FERRARI 250 GTO

Next, is the most vintage car and I really love it!! It is called FERRARI 250 GTO. The best part about this vintage car is you will be going to win when it comes to long-distance but when it comes to short distance it will going to lose because it takes a lot of time for acceleration to the top speed, I used this car for my second tier.

MITSUBISHI LANCER EVOLUTION FINAL EDITION

- This car is for the tier 4. As can be seen, the car looks like an aggressive sporty car, and I also change the body kit at the front and the back car and yaw its hit different right!! This is the fastest car that I had played in this game. This car can really reach 300 km per hours for just 5 second!! I'm definitely rate this car 9/10!! This is so awesome.

HOW THE CSR2 GAME WORKS?

- Moreover, the cars available are split into tiers into the simple terms we called as level, there are five levels and you must beat crews to unlock each new tier, you can not only unlock the tiers but you also can get to unlock your favorite cars and the car that you interested too. The in-game currencies consist of two parts: dollars and gold. Dollars are relatively easy to obtain, by winning races and through special one-time deals where if you buy a certain vehicle the manufacturer supplies you with dollars for upgrades. Gold, however, is harder to earn and can only be obtained through leveling up, defeating bosses, every third daily battle. Both dollars and gold can also be bought with real money.

THE UNSATISFIED PART OF CSR2

- In other words, this game gives me joy and fun to play but still, there is something to be improved. From the first time I played this game, the matter that they have to improvise is the sound of the car's exhaust because all the cars have a really similar sound. Furthermore, this game has a really good and detailed graphic. I am sure it will rock this game more when we race. We have to spend 1 bar of fuel and from the start we play it, we just can carry 10 bars of fuel which means we just can have 10 races. To fill the bar of the fuel again, we have to wait for a few minutes for just 1 bar and that is what I think makes it annoying or maybe it will be boring to be waiting to play this game.

CONCLUSION

-Finally, CSR2 racing is just about winning the race and beat the crew and get an upgrade to buy a new car, a new garage and also do some changing on your car design or their body kit. Whenever I play this game, I feel the excitement is worth it. CSR2 racing game has a great graphic and the upgrade really makes the audience satisfied for their features and yeah. Indeed ,you also get to own your big garage and your dream car and collect it into your imagination garage. I don’t know but somehow this game has made me feel like a dream come true, again imagine owning the only car that you have been dreaming all the time even it is just a simulation but it had made a huge impact on me and the audience.

#csr2 #game review

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palaugranetes · 4 years

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🔵BLAUGRANETS🔴

30 SEPTEMBER 2020

Dembz: Can you guys believe them😂

Iñaki: Who?

Dembz:"[29/09, 14:35]JC: asjdalfdj

[29/09, 14:35]Jordi: What the hell is that?? Are you okay?

[29/09, 14:35]JC: I'm fine, it's just a keysmash

[29/09, 14:35]Jordi: A what now?

[29/09, 14:35]JC: It's just a laugh bro.

[29/09, 14:35]Jordi: How is that a laugh? How do you do that? What?

[29/09, 14:35]Ansu: Just press any letter dude.

[29/09, 14:35]Jordi: D

[29/09, 14:35]Neto: T

[29/09, 14:35]Geri: Multiple letters you dumbasses.

[29/09, 14:35]Jordi: I knew that...

[29/09, 14:35]Geri: Clearly. Of course you did.

[29/09, 14:35]Jordi: So now that Luis is gone it's my turn?!

[29/09, 14:35]Geri: Do dumb shit. Ask dumb questions and this is what you get."

Iñaki: 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Riqui: 😅😂😂😂😂 I think Geri found a new target.

Pedri: HAHAHAHA

Carlitos: Makes you wonder how the adults gc is like now

Dembz: Without Luis? Probably boring.

Riqui: Probably.😂😂

Carlitos: I need to find my way into that thing somehow.

Carlitos: OMG WE CAN ASK SERGI!

Riqui: Holy shit yes! 😳 How could we forget him!?

Francisco: 👀👀👀

Ansu: Would he do it??

Riqui: @Carlitos, you are an old fella.. you hang out with him a lot.. Go for it!

Ansu: 😂 Old fella

JC: You really want to go there child?

Ansu: No one was talking to you. Stay in your lane.

Frenkie: Why isn't he here?

Riqui: Who?

Frenkie: Sergi

Riqui: He is an adult. No adults here.

Dembz: And Clem?

Riqui: Missed it by 🤏🏻 much

Frenkie: Some friends in Ajax are telling me that Sergiño is gonna be announced soon!

Frenkie: We should add him @Riqui

Riqui: Him yes. He passes the age limit by a mile.

Dembz: Such an ageist.

Riqui: Shut it. This is 1996 and under group.

Ansu: Back to Sergi.. Who is gonna talk to him and when?

Pedri: I guess papa Carlitos 😋

Carlitos: I'll see what I can do

1 OCTOBER 2020

JC: And once again, the baby cannot be MOTM 😂

Ansu: 😒😒😒😒

Ansu: Total BS.. It's ridiculous

JC: You were fantastic once again mon ami!

Dembz: 30 more days kiddo😜

Pedri: 🙄

Frenkie: Again fantastic work boys!

Ronald: Clem being sent off was total BS!

Dembz: But you got to play.

Ronald: STILL!

Francisco: They literally were trying to break Leo!

Ansu: Welcome to La Liga where every team's mission is to try and break Leo.

JC: As IF it's only La Liga.

Pedri: true that 👉🏼

Iñaki: We almost got in trouble with the ref because of it 😂😂

Riqui: Arnau is right and he should have said it louder.

Francisco: The weather was horrible! Did you guys see how the corner flag pole ended up😂😂😂

Riqui: more crooked than Bartomeu

Carlitos: 🙊🙊🙊

Riqui: AM I WRONG?!

Carlitos: Not one bit my guy.

Riqui: They are counting the votes and the signs are great!

Carlitos: Finally. Cannot believe he made it this long. What were the socis thinking?!

Riqui: They weren't thinking.

Carlitos: 🤷🏻‍♂️

Iñaki: We are in for a wild ride.

2 OCTOBER 2020

Riqui added Sergiño

Riqui: You guys wanted him. You guys got him. Welcome dude!

JC: Looking good @Frenkie on the banner! Look at you!

JC: Welcome to this mess @Sergiño

Frenkie:"JC: Looking good @Frenkie on the banner! Look at you!" 💙❤

Riqui: We need new Marketing execs... "#TheBiggerPicture" No shit!

Ronald: Is there anything you are happy with bro?!

Riqui: At this current state.. not really.

Carlitos: Leo staying.

Riqui: At this current state.. Other than Leo staying.. Not Really.

Carlitos: 😉😉

Pedri: The relief I felt..

Francisco: Me too

Iñaki: Pretty much all of us.

Sergiño: Hey guys!! Thank you for having me!

Frenkie: WELCOME HOME BROTHER!

Sergiño: 💙❤💙❤💙❤💙❤

Carlitos: You are going to love it here! Good vibes mixed with chaotic clusterfuck.

Riqui:🍿🍿🍿

Pedri: Welcome to the team and the group bro!

Francisco: And we keep growing! Welcome @Sergiño!

Dembz: 🤙🏿🤙🏿🤙🏿🤙🏿@Sergiño

Riqui: So how has your day been so far?

Sergiño: Amazing. I just saw Lionel Messi training with my own eyes! Idk if this is real or not.

Pedri: I know that feeling dude

Francisco: It really is something else!

Sergiño: I am still in shock.

Riqui: Yes Leo does have that effect on newcomers.

Carlitos: Newcomers? Dafuq you mean newcomers .. I am still surprised by him and I have been here since before @Ansu could walk.

Ansu: This is really getting old!

Ansu: And welcome to the team and this hellhole @Sergiño!!❣

Iñaki: Welcome bro!! @Sergiño! 💙❤

Sergiño: Thank you guys! I cannot wait to get started!!🤗❤💙🤗❤💙🤗❤💙

3 OCTOBER 2020

Carlitos: So I talked to Sergi

Ansu: AND?

Riqui: What did he say??

Carlitos: I mean I totally played dumb obv

Riqui: As opposed to your regular self?

Carlitos: Do you want to know or do you want to be a douche?

Riqui: Carry on.

JC: What was the verdict?

Carlitos: Oh snap Luca is crying. I'll tell you guys later.

Ansu: YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!

JC: He was kidding you because you are kid.

Ansu: 🖕🏿

Dembz: Language!

Ansu: 🖕🏿

Pedri: @Carlitos Please hurry

Sergiño: Um.. what is @Carlitos talking about?

Pedri: Our plan to infiltrate the other gc..

Sergiño: We are in that gc why would we infiltrate it?

Iñaki: No not the main gc. The adults gc.

Sergiño: ??

Riqui: the "Adults" gc

Sergiño: Putting it between "" is not gonna make me understand more😅😅

Frenkie: The veterans gc.

Sergiño: Ooohhhhh got it got it..

Riqui: 👍🏻

Ansu: We just need Carles to come back at some point and tell us.

Iñaki: So it's gonna take some time then... 🤦🏼‍♂️

#babies gc #blaugranets gc #riqui puig #carles aleña #ansu fati #jean clair todibo #frenkie de jong #ousmane dembele #pedri #francisco trincão #iñaki peña #ronald araujo #sergiño dest #here we go #football imagine #episode 5

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Birthday boy • Rhian Brewster

for my fav girl @luc-57x ❤️ hope you’ll like it (bc ahahah i rewrote it a hundred times)

03/27/20

Today you went to the shopping centre to buy a present for Rhian. His birthday is coming soon, so there’s no point in delaying purchases. You were nervous because you didn’t know what to give to your boyfriend. It must be something that he’ll definitely like and something that he’ll appreciate. But nothing crossed your mind at all. After wandering around the mall for 4 hours, you just bought a cool hoodie and brand trainers.

“This is clearly not enough” you muttered when you got into the car. “I have to come up with something else... Definitely!”

03/29/20

This morning started awful: you barely got out of bed because you were dizzy and your legs hurt. The worst thing is that you were terribly sick. For the whole day you hardly got out of bed and ate almost nothing. Fortunately, Rhian was in training, so he didn’t see you in that state. In the evening you decided to call your sister:

“Emily, hi, can you talk?”

“Yeah, of course, sis. Something happened?”

“I don't know.” You shrugged, as if your sister could see it. “Can you come to me tomorrow? I don’t feel great, I feel sick all day. And I need help with preparing for Rhian’s birthday. Will you help?”

“Of course I'll help. What happened, (Y/N)? Why do you feel sick? Do you want to go to the doctor?”

“I don't know” you shrugged again. “I don’t want to see a doctor, I don’t see the point. It’ll pass by itself.”

“Yeah, about 9 months later” Emily thought, but she didn't say it out loud.

“As you want, but of course I’ll come tomorrow. Kisses and hugs, good night.”

“And you, sis.”

You put the phone down on the nightstand and turned to the place where Rhian should sleep. He warned that today he’ll come back from training later than normal, but you didn’t think that for so ‘later’. You decided that you would wait for him because you didn’t want to sleep, and besides, you managed to get bored without him.

Frankly, you didn’t succeed in waiting for Rhian. Fatigue prevailed and you fell asleep. When Rhian came home, you already sweetly slept, hugging his pillow. The boy left a light kiss on the top of your head and lay quietly next to you, holding you tight.

03/30/20

“Well, how are you? Do you feel better?” asked Emily, quickly hugging you, and went into the hall.

“No, I’m not” you really felt lousy. “But let's not talk about me, we need to prepare for the birthday. Rhian didn’t want to have a huge party. He invited only his family and closest friends. But still, everything should be perfect” you sat on the sofa and frowned because you were sick again.

“You idealize everything. Rhian will be glad to any party. And you know what” Emily reached into her purse “keep it.”

Your sister sat next to you and held out a pregnancy test.

“I'm worried about you and it seems to me that this will solve all the issues you need to see a doctor now or after 9 months.”

“No” you changed your serious expression to a smile. “I'm definitely not pregnant!”

“(Y/N)! Just check it out.”

“Well so be it, I’ll check, but I'm sure that I'm not pregnant.”

Five minutes later, you returned with a happy and at the same time stupid smile on your face. Emily immediately understood everything.

“Emily...” you showed her two strips on the test. “I... I don’t believe my happiness...”

You burst into tears and your sister hugged you and stroked your head. You sat back on the sofa, and the girl covered you with a blanket.

“Do you want to sleep a little?”

“No, we need to prepare for the party. Emily... I’ll be a mother... I-I dreamed about this from childhood... And Rhian? What if...” you hesitated “what if he doesn’t want kids? We never talked about this...”

“Calm down and don’t utter nonsense! Did you see how Rhian played with Brendan? As if he wasn’t his uncle, but his dad! His smile, when I ask you to stay with Brendan, knows no limits! Besides, you said that you wanted to give him something special as a present. Give him this test and a little ‘Brewster’ t-shirt. He’ll be over the moon. I promise you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah! Show me the list of things we have to do for the party.”

03/31/20

Everything was ready and thanks Emily for that. You had a whole day, until Rhian’s birthday and, unfortunately, he had a day off today. Yes, you missed him, but you didn’t want him to see you in that state. You were sick again and had a headache again. You didn’t stop thinking about this test, about two stripes, about the little man inside you. You were afraid to tell Rhian, you were afraid of his reaction, you were afraid that he would break up with you because he isn’t ready for children yet.

“Bubs, are you okay?” Rhian sat nearby and looked at you worriedly. “You’ve been stirring sugar in tea for half an hour.”

“Huh? What? Ahh, yes, I'm fine. Just thought for a little.”

“About what you were thinking? I'm worried, you're okay?”

“Yes, I’m just tired, I’ll go to bed now if you don’t mind.”

“Do I have to go with you?”

“No!” suddenly you cried out, fearing even the thought that Rhian might find out that you’re pregnant. “No, I do it myself, thank you” you softened your voice and kissed the bewildered guy on the cheek.

Thoughts kept you awake all night. You lay and looked at Rhian. You were happy, but at the same time you were afraid.

04/01/20

“Happy birthday, baby” you kissed him on both cheeks and hugged him tightly. “Don’t you mind if I give you a present in the evening? After party?”

“Of course I don’t mind. Is everything okay? Your voice has changed too much in recent days” Rhian worriedly took your hand.

“Of course everything is okay! We’ve already have to go to downstairs, there almost everything is ready for you!”

Gradually the guests arrived. The house was filled with talk and laughter. You, like everyone else, were in a good mood. All friends and relatives congratulated Rhian and you were incredibly happy. But the evening was approaching, you began to overthinking again. The thought, that such a wonderful day could end badly, bothered you.

“Are you okay? Don't you feel sick?” asked Emily, gently turning you around by the elbow to face her. Most likely she asked this because you were standing in the corner of room and were biting your lips.

“No, I'm fine.”

“Have you told Rhian yet?” You shook your head and took a sip of orange juice. “Why?”

“In the evening” you whispered and Emily nodded understanding and changed the subject.

04/02/20

“It turns out that you didn’t give me a present on my birthday!” Rhian joked when at 1 am you finally stayed home alone, so you both fell into the bed without any strength.

“You know, I'd rather not give it to you at all.”

“Did you forget to buy me a present?” Rhian giggled and turned to face you.

“No, I didn’t forget” you turned to the nightstand and took out a small box from it. “Happy birthday, Rhian. I love you” you said barely audibly and kissed him on the cheek.

“I'm so tired, maybe I'll open it tomorrow? Besides, this gift is too small” the guy shrugged.

“Rhian, but...” the voice trembled and you suddenly burst into tears.

“Bubs, what’s wrong? I was joking! Gosh, why are you crying, don’t break my heart, come here I’ll hug you.”

Rhian held out his hands to you and of course you didn’t refuse to embrace. When you stopped crying and got comfortable in Rhian’s arms, the guy finally decided to open your present. Your heart was beating furiously and your breath was trembling.

“What is it?” Rhian twisted your gift in his hands. “Stop, (Y/N), are you pregnant?”

He turned you to face him, sitting on his knees. You noticed tears in the corners of his eyes. You just silently looked at each other, not making any sounds.

“Yes, Rhian, I'm pregnant...” you whispered softly, fearing his reaction. He continued to sit and look at you, saying nothing. “Say something Rhian, please! You don’t want this child? I should have an aborti...”

“Do not even think about that!” finally said the boy. “I’ll kill you if you have an abortion. I already love this baby more than anything!” Rhian leaned towards you and kissed you gently, awakening butterflies in your stomach.

“Even more than me?” you pouted lips.

“Yes! You wanted to kill him or her, and this is a crime. This baby hasn't done any crime yet. Therefore, I love him or her more!”

“Well then sleep alone today!” You jokingly crossed your arms over your chest and were about to leave.

“Wait, oh my God” Rhian managed to grab you at the waist and put you back on the bed. “I love you both equally and endlessly. Honestly.”

“Then kiss me...”

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