#python tut

[syrinq]

yeah i really love it when you want to build a website and learn coding and programming and scripting and set yourself on fire and the experience is basically just this

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helloooo everyone happy tuesday (barely)!

first, some recent uploads on googledrive:

all of guy mont spelling be, nz and au (new eps!)

new audiobooks by bob mortimer and rhys nicholson

john kearns – the varnishing days

jessie cave – an ecstatic display (recorded at the fringe 2024)

note that you can find the last leg in paris here, plus taskmaster nz here and here, and i want to mention again that the googledrive i share on my main account has some beautiful rips of great british comedy/-adjacent films i highly recommend: withnail and i, boiling point, gosford park, monty python and the holy grail, the personal history of david copperfield, the full monty, and more

second, i'm moving this week!!! i'm still an nyc girlie of courseee, but now i'll be in park slope 🥹 if anyone is nearby, give us a shout!! i may be a little slow uploading this week, but i should have wifi every day and be able to make sure the new gmsb and tut episodes are up within a day or so~ and i'll be back to posting gifs shortly!

third, thank you so much to everyone who sent me a tip on my new kofi page 🥹😭 they were very generous, not to mention they paid for half of the googledrive for this month! so thoughtful, thank u again ❤️

[charles-leclerizz]

ꕤ — DESERT OASIS

recording : date_number #1

THE FIRST DATE ON THE RECORD - NOT COUNTING THE THREE IN THE VAULT

word count : 788 words

reading time : 3 minutes 19 seconds

Masterlist · 🪷 Aisha · 🪷 Porsche F1 Team · 🪷

their playlist · 🪷 the relationships · 🪷 their relationship · 🪷 their pinterest board

" You think they saw us ? " aisha whispered, grasping her clutch to her waist as lando winded a hand around her waist and guided her up the steps of the ritz-carlton.

He snorted against her and placed a kiss on her exposed neck whilst plucking the keys of her Porsche from her hand to drop them into the obedient valet who stood patiently for them.

" I would be worried if they didn't "

His words seemed to work as a prayer, impromptu flashes and unintelligible shouts surrounded the couple who merely squeezed closer together whilst aisha glanced apologetically at the worker who was navigating the crowd with her car.

" You summoned them, " she hissed into his ear, smiling at the odd, matte black barrells that were aimed at her.

Lando chuckled, raising a hand up to take her chin into his grasp and pressed his lips against her cheek, his mouth raising into a cheeky smirk, " yea well, they're rabid dogs. "

She hummed in answer, laying her forehead against his shoulder tiredly, " can we go in now ? " aisha whined, her vision blurring at the startling beams of light increased tenfold.

Lando nodded, glancing down at her, " lets go. " he tutted his head in acknowledgement at the paparazzi before taking her hand and guiding them through the threshold of the resort.

" Date number 3 and they've just begun to post about us " aisha giggled down at her phone and twisted her wrist to show the man who sat in front of her the app.

" Is that what these are ? " lando grins back, " I just thought I was getting to look at a pretty woman for a large fee. " he shrugs as he leans back and takes in the late evening city scape.

The sprawling metropolis sat alight beyond them from the perch of the dinner table, the glistening lights from the various buildings illuminated the private meal from the rooftop restaurant they shared.

" A large fee ? honey, it's payment for being able to look at a pretty woman "

He laughed at that and reached over the table to take her hand in his whilst running his thumb over the gentle idents of her knuckles, " hmmm " he kissed each finger purposefully, " I guess you're right. "

" You've changed norris. " aisha cocked her head affectionately as she slipped her fingers out of his hold and ran them through his curls.

" I would hope so. last time we were together, we were just 15 years old. "

" You know what I mean." she sighs, " drivers are meant to be man whores, sleeping around and arrogant while they do it. you're nothing like what I heard. "

" And here I thought you were focusing on your career. "

" I am- but it's hard to ignore the journalists. "

Lando leaned back in his chair before jutting his foot out to nudge her heeled one, " well then lucky me, " he leaned his head onto his palm whilst the other came to wrap around his empty wrist, " because I'm perfectly happy with you. "

" You're too much of a flirt for your own good, " she arched a brow at him from over the rim of her wine glass, the sweet and perky alcohol slipped down her throat slowly as his eyes watched the nape of her neck like a python and its prey.

" You fell for it. " he argued, hazel eyes glinting.

" Fell for it ? jury's still out on that one. " she slid out of her chair, pushing away from their empty plates as she sauntered out towards the lip of the roof, pristine glass protected her from the far drop as a cool breeze swept by.

The gold silk of her dress rippled, and the swooping cut of her back tickled the dimples of her hips whilst the thin chain skimmed her spine. Leaning forward, aisha braced her elbows on the glass before she glanced behind her and bit her lip at lando who was approaching her from his place.

His shadow overtook her space as he leaned down to her ear and whispered, " never got the opportunity to appreciate your outfit tonight, " his fingers trailed down to the seam of where the fabric embraced the arch of her back, " it's perfect. " he purred.

" I never fuck up an ensemble norris, you better learn that quick. " she twisted in his hold and tucked her nose into his neck, " it's best for you. "

" yes ma'am " he mumbled against her.

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[NOTE ! i'm not too good at staying on top of tagging, so if you notice that I haven't tagged you, please let me know since i can add you to my list, which is ever growing]

directors note's : oh oh oh, here we are people, welcome to the first of 5 cute-sy dates from the paddocks it couple ! i just thought these would be nice to fill the silence between episodes [ which btw, i have not started writing ep 2. life really fucking sucks ] please let me know if you love this couple as much as i do. or if you havve some theories about their future. it's yap-central in my inbox so come one, come all

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Trick or trivia

Happy Halloween! I do enjoy trivia of many types, but one of my favorite genres is what I call the Berenstein Timeline: unmade shows and movies, versions of classic movies where studios and producers made different decisions, some better, some much worse. All of these are real projects that were, on some level, considered (there are some recurring names)

"Heat Vision & Jack", a 90s pastiche of 70s-80s action shows starring Jack Black as an astronaut on the run from the law and Owen Wilson as his talking motorcycle

"Jurassic Park" directed by Tim Burton with Johnny Depp as Alan Grant, Jim Carrey as Ian Malcolm, and Vincent Price as John Hammond

the 90s "Batman" directed by Ivan Reitman; Bill Murray and Eddie Murphy were going to star but couldn't decide which of them would be Batman and which would be Robin

Back in the 1970s the American network was getting good numbers showing heavily-edited reruns of "Monty Python's Flying Circus", so they tried to sell the Pythons on the next logical step: an animated Saturday morning cartoon

"Edward Scissorhands" still directed by Burton but starring Tom Cruise or maybe Michael Jackson

"Return of the Jedi" directed by David Lynch; Harrison Ford was considering not coming back for the third movie and so when he came out of the carbonite there was a chance he would have been Christopher Walken

Guillermo del Toro's "At the Mountains of Madness". Also "the Hobbit" and lots of other things, he seems to have a lot of unmade projects

the 2010s "Star Trek" movie directed by Quentin Tarantino, where the edgy reboot crew visits the Gangster Planet from that one stupid episode of the original series

Everybody knows about the unmade "Superman Lives" starring Nicolas Cage in the title role, but did you know it was going to be directed by Tim Burton and include Christopher Walken as Brainiac, who would have been a green head on spider legs

Harold Ramis didn't particularly want to act on camera, so when they were casting "Ghostbusters" Egon could have been Christopher Walken, Christopher Lloyd, Jeff Goldblum, or John Lithgow. Supposedly the movie was originally intended to be a relatively serious exploration of Dan Akroyd's very real interest in paranormal investigation, although this clashes a bit with the fact that Peter Venkman was originally going to be played by John Belushi and Winston Zeddmore was written for Eddie Murphy who backed out when the character's backstory and most of his lines were cut

John Waters' animated series "Uncle John" on 90s MTV

the original version of "Bill & Ted's Time Van" starring Pauly Shore and Sean Penn

"Red Dragon" (the original Hannibal Lecter novel) directed by David Lynch starring John Lithgow as Hannibal Lecter and Mel Gibson as Will Graham

the 1970s "Dr. Strange" TV series

the 1990s Disney animated "John Carter of Mars"

the 1990s Warner Bros animated "King Tut" musical with songs by Prince

the serious horror version of "Beetlejuice"

Drew Barrymore's 2000s remake of "Barbarella"

the Dungeons & Dragons movie James Cameron was going to make until TSR left the table over merchandising disputes, forcing Cameron to go work on some dumb movie about the Titanic

American "Doctor Who" movie starring Michael Jackson

Canadian "Doctor Who" cartoon by Nelvana starring a Doctor based intensely off of either Jeff Goldblum or Christopher Lloyd

"Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" directed by Terry Gilliam

"Good Omens" directed by Terry Gilliam and starring Johnny Depp and Robin Williams

"The Black Cauldron" using character and background designs by Nightmare-era Tim Burton

[oobbbear]

renpy is also a good program to learn with, it has a lot of tuts that you can use and a lot of free assets as well, it uses python as it's coding language

I will look into it!

I’m learning Godot rn cause it’s leaning more towards rpg than visual novel, but if that fails I will go back to just visual novel✨

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Names, Pronouns, Titles based off of an ouroboros - rq by: anon

Names; Adalinda, Ameet, Anant, Basilisk, Belindo, Boa, Coatl, Cobra, Dracaena, Draco, Drake, Fani, Feilong, Guivre, Kulshedra, Leviathan, Mabota, Marise, Mu, Naga, Nyoka, Ophiuchus, Python, Tut, Varanus, Varunim, Viper

Names are taken from various places around the world and various mythologies.

Pronouns; sna/snake/snakes/snakeself, dra/dragon/dragons/dragonself, infit/infinity/infinitys/infinityself, lo/loop/loops/loopself, tai/tail/tails/tailself, cy/cycle/cycles/cycleself, de/destruct/destruction/destructionself, cre/create/creation/creationself, ouro/ouroboros/ouroboros/ouroboroself, opus/opus/opus/opuself, re/renewal/renewals/renewalself, li/life/lifes/lifeself, dea/death/deaths/deathself, sym/symbol/symbolic/symbolicself, sym/symbol/symbols/symbolself

Titles; one who is trap in a loop, {prn} who loops, one who is in a cycle, {prn} who is in a cycle, one who eats {prns} own tail, {prn} who is a snake, one who is a dragon, {prn} who is infinite, one who symbolizes a cycle, {prn} who is life and death, one who is destruction and creation, {prn} who is symbolic

[spacepetroldelta]

unblock origin is blocked on my work laptop 😭😭😭 im gonna watch the tuts on my personal laptop wth i cant watch these sus misleading ads about how learning python with ai is better and how students should be making websites(???) with python(???) within one week of learning python

[blog-aventin-de]

013 · Handorakel · Absicht und Handlung

013 · Handorakel · Absicht und Handlung · Balthasar Gracian

Bald aus zweiter, bald aus erster Absicht handeln, heißt die Devise. Ein Krieg ist das Leben des Menschen gegen die Bosheit des Menschen. Die Klugheit führt ihn, indem sie sich der Kriegslisten, hinsichtlich ihres Vorhabens, bedient. Nie tut sie das, was sie vorgibt, sondern zielt nur darauf ab zu täuschen. Mit Geschicklichkeit macht sie Luft-Streiche; dann aber führt sie in der Wirklichkeit etwas Unerwartetes aus, stets darauf bedacht ihr Spiel zu verbergen. Eine Absicht lässt sie erblicken, um die Aufmerksamkeit des Gegners dahin zu ziehen, kehrt ihr aber gleich wieder den Rücken und siegt durch das, woran Keiner gedacht hatte. Jedoch kommt ihr andererseits ein durchdringender Scharfsinn durch seine Aufmerksamkeit zuvor und belauert sie mit schlauer Überlegung: stets versteht er das Gegenteil von dem, was man ihm zu verstehen gibt, und erkennt sogleich jedes falsche Miene machen. Die erste Absicht lässt er immer vorüber gehen, wartet auf die zweite, ja auf die dritte. Indem jetzt die Verstellung ihre Künste erkannt sind, steigert sie sich noch höher und versucht nunmehr durch die Wahrheit selbst zu täuschen. Sie ändert ihr Spiel, um ihre List zu ändern, und lässt das nicht Erkünstelte als erkünstelt erscheinen, indem sie so ihren Betrug auf die vollkommenste Aufrichtigkeit gründet. Aber die beobachtende Schlauheit ist auf ihrem Posten, strengt ihren Scharfblick an und entdeckt die in Licht gehüllte Finsternis: sie entziffert jenes Vorhaben, welches je aufrichtiger, desto trügerischer war. Auf solche Weise kämpft die Arglist des Python gegen den Glanz der durchdringenden Strahlen des Apoll. 013 · Handorakel · Absicht und Handlung · Balthasar Gracian Read the full article

[jessica-0503]

Mastering English Online: Engaging & Practical Methods

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In the modern age, learning a new language - especially English - has never been easier, thanks to the innovative methods available right from our handheld devices. One powerful yet often overlooked strategy is switching your device language settings to English. This immersive technique compels you to interact with English in your everyday life, enhancing vocabulary and comprehension without any extra time or effort on your part.

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Leveraging Children's Nursery Rhymes and Films for English Learning

Language learning doesn't have to be boring or tedious—in fact, it can be quite the opposite. Resources like children's nursery rhymes and films in English—complete with catchy tunes, colourful visuals, and engaging storylines—offer a fun and interactive way to master the English language.

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Boost Your English Language Skills with Video Games and Apps

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The Role of an English Tutor

While self-learning through games is beneficial, having a tutor can significantly enhance the learning experience. A proficient tutor creates a structured and organized environment, guiding students through the gaming experience strategically. They can pinpoint your weaknesses, provide well-timed corrections, and offer valuable insights into the language. They can also select games appropriate to your language level, ensuring you are neither overwhelmed nor under-challenged.

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Enhance Your English Skills Through Consistent Speaking Practice

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Wrapping It Up

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Python Programming Part-3 | Operators in Python | RC Studio Hindi #pytho...

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Baggy Trousers Down Python Road

Chapter 2: I thought we were an autonomous collective?

warnings: One swear word, mentions of alcohol, a bit of unrequited love (lots actually)

Year 7

The squeaks of chairs against the wooden floor were deafening as the silence began to fill the room, after Headmaster Milligan had left. Mr Cleese stood like a rod facing the door, clenching and unclenching his fists.

“Right.” He said, making most of the class jump “We have assembly at 12:05, and I believe that introductions are needed. Don’t worry, I’ll go first. My name is Mr Cleese, not cheese. If anyone calls me Mr Cheese, I shall see to it that you are flogged, capiche?”

The class murmured yes, overjoyed they had a new nickname for their teacher.

“Good. Now turn and introduce yourself to the person beside you. Just say your name and one interesting fact about yourself…Saying you have three brothers is not interesting.”

Art King turned to his left to see Beddy Drydant, kicking his feet against his chair from his reprimanding earlier. Beddy also looked at Art, awkwardly giving him a small wave.

“Hello, I’m Art and I'm half-Welsh! What’s your name?”

“Beddy”

“Interesting name! Is it short for anything?”

“No, my parents just hate me”.

“Oh”

Beddy shrugged, a small smile appearing on his face.

“I suppose my interesting fact is that I know a lot of well… facts! Did you know that sheep’s bladders can prevent earthquakes?”

“I did not! Tell me more!”

While Beddy was invested in his nonsensical conversation, across the table, a short boy was trying to avoid eye contact with twin girls who were staring at him like he was made of stardust. Every time he looked up, the two girls edged closer.

“What’s your name?” The blonde in pigtails asked, her voice sweet and breathy.

“Gale” He said, slowly shrinking back into his chair “Gale A’Had”

“I’m Dierdre and she’s Zoe” she indicated to her twin who had short hair tied back with a red hairband. “Our interesting fact is that we have just got our first aid badge in Brownies!”

Gale swallowed his reply and nodded. He had never received any female attention at his primary school, so these two pretty girls daunted him. He didn’t even know if he even liked them back. All that was going on in his head was a klaxon screaming at full volume.

“Do you have an interesting fact?” Zoe asked, batting her eyelashes so rapidly, one of her contacts fell out.

“Uh. I like horses.” He blurted. He actually liked model castles and J R R Tolkien novels. He didn’t like horses at all. He didn’t know why he said that. Panic, probably.

“Oh, we like horses too! I have one called Piglet!”

“That’s nice Dierdre” Gale smiled weakly, looking around the room to try and catch someone’s attention. He briefly caught the eye of a redhead, who automatically ducked under the table as if Gale’s stare could potentially turn him to stone.

“Friends call us Dingo”

“And Zoot!”

“And you’re most definitely a friend Gale” the sisters beamed. Gale felt his stomach turn to jelly. These girls made him feel weird but like a good weird… If that was a thing.

Year 8

Brian was late. He had forgotten to unload the laundry and his mother had blown a fuse. Since he had missed the bus, he was sprinting to school with a half open backpack, the smell of his halibut sandwich slowly seeping into every corner of the bag; his leather suitcase banging against his thigh. Brian’s four friends were waiting by the football field, slowly soaking up the autumnal sun.

“When is that wet bag of chips getting here?” Reg demanded, picking at strands of grass and throwing them at Loretta, a kind-looking girl, who was busy making a daisy crown. Her best friend Francis shrugged, adding another flower to his chain.

“Suppose his mum got upset at him for something. That’s usually the reason” Judy proposed, twirling one of her braids around her finger. Reg tutted in response, and continued to throw grass at Loretta, who still hadn’t noticed. All of a sudden, a thin, pathetic looking boy came sprinting up to them, his ragged breath becoming clearer with each step he took.

“Sorry, I-”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. We’ve only been playing truant while you’ve been making your merry little way to school. It’s quite fine.” Reg spat through his teeth. It was not fine. The spiky haired boy had no intention in going to his first lesson, but he might as well lay the blame of his laziness at Brian’s feet. Judy bounced up and wrapped Brian up in a warm hug, with Francis and Loretta quick to follow. After limited contact over the summer, seeing each other again felt like noticing the light at the end of a claustrophobic cave. Reg, begrudgingly, joined in but only for a few seconds, as he didn’t want to appear sentimental, which in Reg’s logic made him feminine. In other words, Reg was an incel in the making.

“Are we going to class, or? -” Brian wondered before being interrupted by Judy.

“Since you took so long to arrive, we thought it would be better if we didn’t show up at all, otherwise we’d have to explain our absence”.

“But it was my fault”.

“They don’t need to know that Brian” Judy smiled, and he felt giddy. His crush on Judy had started mid-Year 7 and now it was unbearable. Francis tapped him on his shoulder and gave him his dorm key. He smiled. Francis was a fantastic roommate. Always cleared up, always went to bed on time and always kept everyone’s secrets. Loretta had finally finished off her daisy crown and placed it on the top of her head, fiddling with it so it complemented her bushy hair. After the period two bell had rung, the friends went to their separate classes, somewhat ready to do something productive… or not.

Year 9

Freaks. Weirdos. Outsiders.

These words fit the group of boys sitting on the back bench of the geography classroom, completely disconnected from the rest of the world. Scribbling obscene doodles into their notebooks, Mr Palin, the other students and the school in general seemed to fade away. They were all a caricature in their own right. Scruffy Isaac Tatters barely said anything. Chaos drew to him like a magnet and stuck. Bert Nudge thought that ‘Your Mum’ was still the funniest insult ever created and he took joy in revelling in his pure obnoxiousness. Louis Vercott was the younger brother of the biggest troublemaker in the school and had his heart set on taking his title. His hero was Ronnie Kray, and he wouldn’t listen to anyone who told him that he and his gangster brother had been recently caught. Nor that they were just bullying cowards. No one could explain how Ronald Obvious joined the group. He wasn’t there and then one day, he was. They assumed that Louis had something to do with him, but Ronald was so dull, they had indifference towards him joining them. Bevis Larch was, strangely enough, the odd one out as he played football and was a bit of a ladies’ man. Despite this, he much preferred the company of these loners, and no one really knew why. After their sketches of penises and topless women had been complete, they pulled out their cigarette cards and began trading. None of them actually smoked, but since their parents had no use for them, they began to collect the small portraits. It was a sacred tradition, especially when they were all looking out for the Raquel Welch card. Louis had the largest hoard (probably because his brother smoked like a steam train), and he took great pride in showing it all off. Bert only collected the ones with scantily clad ladies and gave all the others to Isaac, who was happy with just owning ‘Natalie Wood’. Ronald owned ‘Gregory Peck’ and ‘Sophia Loren’ despite the fact he didn’t know who either of them were, but according to Bevis, Mr Peck was the dishiest man who had ever walked the earth. He wasn’t going to disagree. Bevis knew about these things. Things between the group were often silent, for the fear that Bert would turn whatever they said into a filthy innuendo. Usually, the only sound coming from their corner of the classroom was the random noises Isaac used to make. Just grunts and squeaks. When the school bell eventually rung, Mr Palin dismissed his class, encouraging them to enjoy the last of the heat during breaktime. The boys would not be doing that. Instead, they would be hanging out in the toilets, sitting in a circle as they exchanged pornographic magazines they had stolen from their dads. It was better than having to actually talk.

Year 10

Marshall Pither sat at his desk, trying to pay attention to Paul Tamer who was explaining the History project. Despite him being his best friend, Marshall could almost feel himself turning into cardboard from Paul’s monotonous voice and lack of charisma. Small babbles of talk and broken conversation filled his head and Paul was completely drowned out. Outside the window, branches hit against the glass, soft rhythmic thwacks adding to the cacophony.

“So, do you want to do Victorian medicine first?” Paul said louder, aware that his partner was miles away. Marshall hummed yes, no clue what he had just agreed to. A slam of books broke him out of his trance.

“You won’t fucking believe it” swore Quince Raspberry “Ken and Freddie have decided that they aren’t attending Marie’s birthday party on Saturday.

Marshall and Paul shared a glance.

“I thought we didn’t like Ken and Freddie?”

“We don’t, but it means that there won’t be any alcohol.”

“Well, we can live without that-”

“Can we, Paul? Can we?!” Quince exploded. Gaining quite a few concerned looks, he sat down and spoke in a more hushed tone “Owen has lost his fake ID so there is absolutely no way we’re getting any liquors”.

Marshall swallowed before he began talking.

“I understand it’s exciting, but it is illegal for us to drink. To be honest, I’d rather go for a nice orange squash and I know Paul would as well”.

Paul nodded. Quince rolled his eyes and sighed loudly.

“I know Dan Vercott will be there, but I'm too nervous to ask him. He’s huge”

“Ask his brother”.

“I did, he punched me” he indicated to a small stain of red alongside his jaw. It clearly wasn’t a very strong punch. “But I promised my girlfriend that there would be alcohol. If I'm found out to be a liar, she’s going to leave me. Then she’s going to tell the teachers. I’m going to be in a lot of trouble and then… and then they’re going to call the police and then…”

Just before he completely hyperventilated, Marie came up to his desk and gave Quince a small piece of ripped paper. On it read:

‘Dan’s bringing drinks. Quit it Quince’.

Quince bit his lip in humiliation. He had a habit of making things seem way worse than they actually were “So… how’s everyone’s day going?” he sheepishly asked.

“Quite fine. Going through the medicine from 500 AD to modern day syllabus. It’s not half-bad” Marshall replied before noticing his glasses had gotten foggy and took them off to rub them against his trousers. Paul offered Quince his textbook, which he flicked through idly before handing it back. A bit offended, Paul began to focus on a chapter about cholera, leaving Marshall with seemingly no choice but to continue his conversation with Quince. However, the dark-haired boy had begun to busy himself with making paper frogs from the corners of his textbook. Left by himself, Marshall opened his own book and read the same section again and again, his brain unable to focus. He reminded himself to get better friends.

Year 11

The music room was blessed with the sound of a strumming guitar playing Jerusalem. The player, Benji Cardiff, was mouthing along to the lyrics, holding his audience of four captive. Everyone knew who Benji was. Even people who didn’t want to know him, knew him. The talented guitarist with a lovely voice had the reputation for… well, sleeping round. A majority of the girls went ga-ga over him and would have sold their grandmother to have him look them in the eye. His audience today though, were none of these girls. Instead, they were his friends. The bohemians. The artists. The beatniks.

Victoria Crown was a prankster. Possibly the most outrageous prankster who had ever attended McNaughton’s. She went beyond whoopee cushions and snapping gum; her practical jokes might as well have had their own production company. What made them even better, was that no one was safe. Teachers got pranked and got involved. Mr Idle was particularly fond of Victoria and sometimes helped with the teasing of her peers. Students would spot her in the hallways and run. Never had the sight of a young girl with messy space buns been more terrifying. She wasn’t a particularly malicious girl and she knew her limits, but she still had cast the school in some sort of paranoid spell, and she was somewhat proud of that fact. Sat next to her was James Heather, a hopeless romantic in every sense of the word. A new love of his life every week, a new heartbreak once every couple of days was how James lived. It may have been a boy who had just arrived, or someone who had been sitting next to him for years, James’ heart yearned and yearned. He had never had a proper relationship before (he stated that his first kiss at Scout Camp didn’t count) and it slowly ate him up inside. Sat next to him was his cousin Fergus McTeagle who was jotting down his latest lot of poetry. He often based his verse on James’ feelings since Fergus felt emotionless the majority of the time. His epiphanies were remarkably dull otherwise. There’re only so many times he could write about the Post Office in Cumbernauld. Laying her head on Fergus’ knee, the dramatic Rita Fayworth was listening intently to Benji’s playing. Out of his many girlfriends, Rita was considered the official™ one. Despite never playing anyone other than members of the ensemble in the school play, Rita was deeply passionate about her acting. Her room was covered head to toe in posters from West End productions, her absolute favourite being My Fair Lady. She also was in charge of the drama society for the year 7s and 8s. She was well-known for being a bit intense, but everyone knew her heart was in the right place. Miss Cleveland adored her. The final present member of the group was staring out of the classroom window, moping in his own brilliant misery. Mortimer Wingrave was attached to the Victorian gothic aesthetic. His reading horizons were never broadened due to his obsession with the works of the Bronte sisters and Edgar Allen Poe. He watched Hammer horror films and constantly wore his raven black coat, no matter the weather. His fellow students didn’t treat him strangely though, because despite his appearance, he was remarkably sensitive and approachable. He considered his amicable traits his greatest weakness, as they didn’t fit in with how he imagined himself. Nevertheless, the boy was popular for no other reason but his kindness. The fifth member, Ed Scribbles, wasn’t present due to him being in Matron’s due to him becoming hysterical. This was not uncommon for him.

Benji had finished his piece and was met with great applause. Bowing his head, he tuned his guitar and began to play ‘Que Sera, Sera’ which Rita began squawking the words to.

Year 12

It was on the bench facing the rose gardens where Jim Tort had first asked Aggie Velloper to be his girlfriend, first kissed her, first asked if they could go all the way and now, it was where they had first discussed their own detective agency. With their friends present of course. With Aggie sitting on his lap, Elliot Ximenez and Zachery Biggles squeezed next to them, Samuel Fang lying on the pebble path and Ernie Praline leaning against the wall, their meeting began.

“The school is on a downhill spiral and the amount of crime has skyrocketed since last year!” Aggie stated, trying to ignore Jim leaving sloppy kisses down her neck.

“I quite agree” Ernie avoided her gaze “We need to put a stop to this awful behaviour. Just earlier today, I saw that Crown girl talking with Mr Idle. That could only mean trouble!”

“Is this about last year?” Zachery asked.

“It still hurts to sit down!” Ernie snapped back.

Elliot was lost in thought, possibly coming up with ways of punishment for the people who disrespected his school. They were all a bit scared of him to be honest, but little did they know that that was exactly what Elliot wanted. Samuel began to observe the clouds above him, shouting out all the shapes he recognised. No one was listening but he wanted to do it anyway.

“I’m more concerned about the Vercotts, especially Dan. He’s a merciless bully and he needs to be taught a lesson” Aggie smoothed down her skirt and gently pushed Jim off her, causing him to groan in mild disappointment. As if on cue, Elliot burst into life like an electrical spark had riveted through his body.

“We need to keep people in check! Biggles, Fang and I can keep an eye out for any misconduct” He pointed at Fang who was still disassociating on the ground. Elliot felt like kicking him but then decided against it.

“I have some dirt on Dan” Jim fixed his tie “And it’s good”. Jim had a strange talent for finding out secrets. From teachers to students, he had something to use against everyone. Blackmail was his way of staying in control. If he really wanted to, he could destroy each and every life at MacNaughton’s, but he didn’t want to do that. Well, at least, until it would prove beneficial to him. He knew things about Aggie that she had long forgotten about, but she was possibly the only person he wouldn’t spill on. She was too important to him.

“I’ll remind them during the day” Ernie volunteered, though his tone made him sound more stroppy than supportive. Ernie was a weird boy. Bitter and resentful, though with a huge heart for animals, he sulked 80% of the time and complained the other 20%. Aggie had felt bad for him, so she sat with him during lunch and introduced him to the rest of the group. Ernie wouldn’t say he had a crush on her, but he would say that if she asked him to marry her, he would do so in a heartbeat.

Their hushed conversation could barely be heard above the birdsong song and the steady taps of rackets hitting balls in the tennis courts.

Year 13

“Another point to you Jocasta, love!” Lady Tallulah Blanc called out to her partner, who laughed from the mix of exhaustion and pride.

“You’re still winning!”

“Doesn’t matter!” Tallulah tucked a piece of her straight hair behind her ear as she sat down by the wire fence. Jocasta Mange joined her, sipping from her water bottle.

“That was a good game, love” Tallulah turned to her companion, placing her hand in hers. Jocasta wished she didn’t use pet names. Each touch felt forbidden, let alone being called endearments. They weren’t dating and they probably never would. Tallulah was a Lady. Not just in title but in elegance and taste as well. Jocasta didn’t fit in that world.

“I wonder when Jack will turn up. I know Enid and Tom are in a meeting with that new Maths teacher, but I don't think Jack is up to anything” Tallulah placed her hand to her forehead, shielding her eyes from the sun, as a tall, dark-haired boy walked towards them. Jack Linkit. The man who would fight God in order to keep law and order. It made sense why he was head of the student council.

“Hello Tallulah” He greeted, raising his hand in what Jocasta assumed was meant to be a wave for posh people.

“Hello Jack, dear. Say, have you been inside the Garden Rooms? They are simply delightful!”

“Not yet.” He shuffled uncomfortably from foot to foot, clearly missing the lack of human interaction he had so enjoyed during the Summer.

“Your speech was good. In assembly. The tennis club seems interesting…” He mumbled, running out of ideas for conversation.

“Oh absolutely! I’m stoked! Miss Booth is very eager to get the younger years involved!” Tallulah passionately explained. He nodded.

“I better get back. Milligan wants to talk about charity events during Michaelmas term”.

He did his hand flick again and walked out of the courts as if he were a robot.

Jack was a nice boy, but Jocasta found him quite bland company. Not at all like Tallulah, who had something interesting to say about everything and owned such a wit that Oscar Wilde himself would be envious. Jocasta thought that if Summer was a person, it would be Tallulah. In fact, everything she saw or thought about related back to her tennis-adoring friend.

[baijingting]

HOW TO DOWNLOAD DIRECTLY FROM CHINESE STREAMING SITES  (macOS tutorial; but the GitHub also works for PC) — downloads video files directly from chinese streaming sites (assuming you have access already to the video either via subscription or the video is free on that site). 

works for: iQiYi, Tenecent (WeTV), Mango TV, billibili

does not work for: Youku

Using webvideo-downloader by jaysonlong on GitHub. (I would recommend opening and doing all the downloads/execution in chrome)

Download the zip file from the green “code” button at the top right of the screen.

Scroll down the the “installation” section on GitHub. Download the three different programs needed to execute the steps for downloading the video: python, FFmpeg (you can dl from the official site which is linked on the github, another option is to dl with macports), and the browser extension violentmonkey/tampermonkey (make sure you’re on chrome/firefox). Update: tampermonkey may not work anymore so I would recommend using violentmonkey.

Under Project Installation simply click the links to download WebVideoDownloader +/- CommonHlsDownloader (you MUST DO THIS ON CHROME/FIREFOX—whichever you downloaded the browser extension on)

You will then need to install PIP. To do that I used these two tutorials. (1, 2) Basically you’ll want to open terminal and follow the following installation steps (this is from the second tut linked)

5. Now under “install python dependancies” you will want to navigate to the zip folder you downloaded in the first step. In the folder you will see a folder named “downloader” Right click on that folder and select “New Terminal at Folder” which should launch the terminal again. Type/paste: pip install -r requirements.txt then hit “enter” It should take a couple seconds for the installation to complete. You can now close the terminal.

(side note, if you have PC and are stuck on the python dependancies part @wahgifs and @coldties​ walk through it here.)

6. Next navigate to the zip folder once again and open the “downloader” folder. You should see a file named “daemon.py” Right click and select “open with” > “python launcher”. (ALTERNATIVELY) if that doesn’t work try simply typing python daemon.py into terminal and hitting enter. The terminal should launch and at the bottom-most line should read “listening on port (insert #) for clients....

7. Once that is done just follow the rest of the steps on GitHub! If you navigate to that bilibili link you should be able to download as seen in the GIF on GitHub. You will be able to tell if the download is working if you go back to the terminal window and see the script working. 

8. You will find your video in the zip folder in a new folder named “videos”

[insomniac-arrest]

role reversal where it is the loser weed-smoking girlfriend with no job that saves the world while her hot straight-laced boyfriend is captured and must be rescued from the sweaty danger room

Give her 3 best friends who are also LOSERS (socially anxious nerd that plays Animal Crossing professionally, Adidas dumbass jock who breaks her bones on the regular like the knight in Monty Python, rave friend trying to break into finger tutting as a career), all ladies and perhaps one is gay and one bisexual? if the world is ready.

Call it “Her High-ness”, slap an R-rating on that baby for the fuck word and gag-titties

(final note: she is not actually royalty; it’s important she remain a everyday rando who triumphs through poorly thought-out scheming and perhaps bad vape tricks?)

[mkmgwrites]

Goblet of Shadows

Voldemort has won. The Order has fallen. Harry Potter is dead.

Five years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Hermione Granger is pulled from Azkaban and forced to compete in the Dark Tournament against fellow fallen Order Members.

The Goblet of Shadows assigns each high ranking Death Eater a Champion. The Champion who wins the games will get to go free and their master, one of Voldemort’s Scions, will have secured their position as his Successor.

With Hermione being assigned to Draco Malfoy, the highest ranking Scion, she may have a chance.

There can only be one victor, one survivor and one shot at freedom.

Let the games begin.

Chapter 7 now live

Ginevra” Voldemort hissed with mock politeness “Welcome my girl, such a pleasure.”

Voldemort gestured to a group of white figures clustered below the dais, their faces too far for Hermione to make out.

“Please”, he said. “Pick your collateral.”

The projection zeroed in on Ginny’s furious gaze, her body quivering as she fought against the magic binding her.

“Fu-fuck y-y-you” she spat.

Voldemort tutted, red eyes flashing as the collar around Ginny’s neck began to tighten. Blood began to drip from the witch's mouth as she bit down her tongue to prevent herself from answering, however, the compulsion won out.

“Edward Remus Lupin” she gurgled.

The second she uttered his name a bolt struck out into the crowd below and the ring of green flames flared high- signalling the magic had taken hold. She collapsed onto the wooden floorboards, her collar now a gleaming silver snake, signifying her new status as Champion.

“Your life is tied to Mr Greybacks now my girl, and the boy's life is tied to yours. Die in the games and the boy will die with you. Kill your master and you and the boy will follow.” Voldemort explained coldly to the broken witch convulsing silently in pain.

He then turned his gaze to Greyback, his eyelids lowering in warning, “The Python now responds to you, master its wearer and you have yourself a formidable Champion. Dismissed.”

[onenerdtwonagas]

Gotham AU 2: Good Business

Uriah idly tapped the tip of his pen against the desk, watching the percentage on the screen fluctuate. Ninety percent to go, eighty-nine, eighty-eight, eighty-seven… He exhaled through his nose and cast his gaze aside to the tank nearest him, where a ball python was staring back steadily, head barely peeking over its bundled-up body. She was a very tolerant animal, all things considered, but he could tell that she wasn’t thrilled about the morning’s bloodwork routine. At least she hadn’t tried nipping him that time, unlike previous check-ins.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” he scolded dryly. “I don’t decide when the samples get taken, I just do the dirty work.”

The snake’s tongue flickered out. His lips curled up in an amused smirk.

“Yeah, yeah—“ He poked out his own tongue. “—to you, too.”

The phone on the wall rang, and Uriah paced away from the computer to answer.

“Diagnostics center, Doctor Hoffman speaking.”

“Oh, there you are! I thought you’d be done by now.”

“Hello to you, too, Dea,” Uriah quipped. “Sorry, still waiting on one final patient’s results to wrap-up.”

“Don’t tell me—“

“Pepita,” they said at the same time. Uriah looked back at the snake as the lab’s secretary chuckled.

“Yeah, we’re talking about you,” he teased. Sure, she probably couldn’t understand him, but it just felt right to talk to the snakes he was working with, regardless. They weren’t objects, after all; treating them like a fixture in the room felt rude.

“So,” Uriah sighed, redirecting the conversation, “what was it you needed, Dea?”

“Right, right! Well, you have somebody looking for you.”

“As in another employee? Somebody from the board?”

“No, one of our donors.”

“You’re being awful cryptic,” Uriah muttered. “I didn’t have any appointments today. Did they give a reason for their visit? Because if it’s about making some sort of contribution, they’re better off scheduling a talk with the board of directors.”

“Nah, I think he’s here to see you, specifically. Hold on—“ He could hear her asking someone, but not their reply. “—Yep! Asked for you by name and everything!”

“Huh… Well, alright then. Seems this computer is lagging today, anyway. Tell them I’ll be about ten minutes, okay Dea? Gotta put Pepita back, first.”

He exchanged a sign-off before hanging up and looking to the snake with his hands on his hips. Pepita sunk her head a little lower into the ball she’d tangled herself into. Uriah tutted and put on a fresh pair of gloves to handle her.

“Okay, Pepi, don’t make this hard on me. I’ve got company, apparently. You’ll be back in your comfy tank soon enough.”

——

A few minutes and a thorough hand-washing session later, Uriah arrived at the main office floor hub and glanced around, still massaging a trace of sanitizer into his hands—just for good measure. He didn’t see anyone standing out right away. A few scientists and interns milled about, but nobody he didn’t recognize. Uriah strode to the desk where Dea was signing off on a package delivery, finishing her name with a feminine flourish before offering the mailman a flirtatious smile.

“Dea! You said somebody was here, right? Did they leave?”

“No, I told them where to find your office so they could wait there. Don’t know if you’ve noticed, but the waiting room seats aren’t exactly the comfiest.”

He frowned.

“You just let somebody into my office?”

“Relax, I just told him the room number.”

“Dea.”

“…And that you tend to leave your door unlocked,” she admitted. Uriah shook his head. “What?! I was being hospitable!”

“They were shmoozing you, weren’t they?”

“Oh, can it and see for yourself, Doctor,” the receptionist quipped. Nevertheless, she seemed far too happy with herself.

“You’re a right flirt, Dea!” he called over his shoulder, adjusting his lab coat and ignoring whatever teasing comeback was slung his way. Uriah fidgeted with the cuffs as he rounded the corner down the hall he was appointed to, reaching his open office door and tapping his knuckles against it to alert whoever had been waiting.

“I’m sorry you had to wait. I was in the diagnostics wing waiting on some results. What can I do for—“

He froze as he finally lifted his gaze upwards, feet stuck partway across the threshold. Leaning against the window frame was a tall, muscular, well-dressed man, whose long copper hair framed his strong jaw and fell down broad shoulders. Brown eyes sparkled with mirth and a smile spread on his face. A dam in his brain broke, memories bursting out and flooding his mind, memories he still hadn’t yet to fully comprehend or explain. And an entire slew of intimate ones, on top of it all.

“Hello again, Doc!”

“YOU!”

Uriah gawked, then suddenly remembered himself, and quickly glanced up and down the hall before ducking into his office, shutting the door abruptly, and flinging the blinds to the interior window shut. Mr. Kenneth Huggins chuckled.

“Nice to see you, too.”

“What—in—the—world—are—you—doing—here?!” Uriah hissed out, in measured beats, gesturing at the man in pure shock.

“Paying a visit to a friend, of course.”

“You can’t just waltz into my office! I work here!”

“Miss Deadra didn’t seem to mind,” Kenneth said with a smirk. “Lovely lady, that one. Very helpful and accommodating.”

Uriah groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. He’d have to have a serious talk with her about that, once the matter at hand was solved.

“Of course she was…”

He turned and began shrugging off his coat to hang it on one of the pegs on the wall, and paused when he saw Kenneth’s crisp woolen coat hung up already. A skeptical glance was cast back at the man, who merely lifted an eyebrow.

“…Make yourself at home, why don’t you,” Uriah mumbled, tossing up his own coat and brushing past Kenneth to get to his desk chair. He placed both hands on his temples and rubbed slowly, sinking back against his chair with a long, drawn-out exhale. How was he supposed to process everything happening? Everything that had already happened? There was so much to unpack and his brain was still reeling in recollection of sensual touches and colors of an unnaturally soothing nature…

“Here.”

His thoughts were broken up by a soft tap on his desk. Uriah opened his eyes and blinked, glancing from the paper cup before him to Kenneth’s face.

“…What is this?”

“A peace offering, if you will,” he said amiably, easing into a chair opposite of him. When Uriah continued to stair at him, he elaborated, “Green tea with ginseng and honey. I assumed seeing me would surprise you, at the very least. Thought this would calm you down.”

A weak huff of dry laughter fluttered out of Uriah’s chest. But, whether he thought it wise or not, he found himself reaching for the drink anyway, giving it a slow swirl in his hand.

“Thanks,” he said, at length. Kenneth merely nodded. Silence filled the gap between them for what felt like hours. Uriah didn’t know what to say, and Kenneth didn’t press him, so he bought time to think by taking a few quiet sips. He didn’t admit it, but it was good tea. No sense wasting it. But silence wasn’t going to get either of them anywhere, and Uriah would have to find something to say, eventually. He opened his mouth to try, then closed it, opened it again, and took another long drink.

“…What are you doing here?” he asked again, at a loss for where else to begin.

“Seeing you.”

“For what reason?” Uriah pressed.

“Because I wanted to.”

Kenneth’s smile didn’t diminish even as Uriah frowned at him.

“What? I like looking at you. It’s a good view.”

“Ken—“ He inhaled to calm himself. “Mr. Huggins, I work here. It’s inappropriate.”

“We could go elsewhere, if you’d prefer.”

“That’s not the point,” Uriah huffed. “I don’t—I don’t even know why you’re here. I’m not even sure what happened the last time I saw you!”

“Oh?” Kenneth cocked his head, observing. “What do you think happened last time?”

“You…” He swore under his breath. What he thought was the truth felt insane to think, let alone say out loud. Uriah felt his cheeks burn and he lowered his gaze, staring stubbornly at the cup of tea in his hands.

“I…? Go on, I won’t laugh.”

“You… Y-You, um…grew a tail,” Uriah stammered sheepishly, “a-and uh…d-did something…to me…with you—y-your eyes…”

Rather than tease or mock, Kenneth nodded.

“That’s one way of putting it, yes,” he said calmly, kindly.

“W-We…oh God, we slept together.”

“That, too.”

Uriah sank even further into his chair, hiding his face in one hand and steadying the tea in the other. He refused to make eye contact, choosing instead to let his gaze fall on a random niche of his office: an unsuspecting space between his desk and the wall, focusing on it in hopes of lessening how horribly hot his face felt.

“Th-That was real…”

“It was.”

“Ohhhhh God almighty, what did I do?” Uriah slurred into his palm, setting the tea properly on his desk and leaning heavily into his hand. He uttered several more muffled curses, unable to see the fond grin forming on Kenneth’s face as he began to ease up out of his chair.

“Did you mind it?”

“N-No…?”

“Enjoy it, perhaps?”

“…”

“Be honest now, Doctor.”

“Yeah…”

Kenneth had quietly shifted around to stand behind Uriah’s chair, watching from behind before reaching his hands down slowly to rest them on the man’s shoulders.

“What else?”

“U-Um… I-I mean, I don’t get it, what happened, but…”

“But…?” Kenneth’s hands gently squeezed, sensing the knots in Uriah’s slender frame. The poor thing had his nerves all twisted and tensed.

“I…I liked it, a lot,” Uriah admitted, hand dropping from his face. He didn’t pay much mind to the pleasant touch on his shoulders, at first. Had his neck been sore like that all day? Hmm…

“That’s a relief. I was worried I’d spooked you off,” Kenneth chuckled. “You hadn’t responded to my calls or messages.”

“Thought I was hallucinating for a while. I mean, a tail? Who’d believe that?”

“Yes, who indeed?”

Uriah leaned into Kenneth’s touch.

“You did still pay me, though, for uh…checking your snake. Paid well, too.”

Kenneth hummed in confirmation. He grinned as he bent down closer to Uriah’s ear.

“Which brings me to the reason for my visit. Suppose I have an offer for you, Uriah?”

“Mm?”

“One with multiple benefits,” Kenneth hissed, his voice a low whisper. “You do a little something for me, I do something for you, perhapsss?”

“Ye—wait, hold on, hold it! Time out!” Uriah sat up suddenly, blushing again, spinning his chair to face Kenneth properly. The latter held up his hands and grinned like the Cheshire Cat himself.

“You—You stop that,” Uriah faltered, pointing an accusing finger.

“I’m being serious, darling. I think I have a proposition you’ll like.”

“The last time you ‘had a proposition’, you nearly scared the hell out of me,” Uriah countered.

“But you didn’t say anything to anyone, now, did you?”

“I—no?”

“Which makes me trust you. Like you. Two things working quite well in your favor, Doc.”

Uriah forced himself to remain still as Kenneth bent down and braced his hands on the arms of his chair, their faces hovering close. He could smell the warm, welcoming scent of Kenneth’s cologne, like a small tempting embrace of its own. Swallowing thickly and summoning his nerve, Uriah held eye contact with the inhuman businessman before him, silently queuing him to continue.

“Atlas does need someone to check him from time to time, but so do the reptiles my company houses. And you’re so very fond of Atlas already.”

“There are a lot of talented herpetologist and veterinarians in this city. Why me, specifically?”

“Because you have enthusiasm. It’s not work for you. I hadn’t even promised pay before you agreed to have a look at my boy, and judging by your record, I’d say you thoroughly love what you do.”

“My record?”

“I may have done some background checks,” Kenneth said casually, shrugging. Uriah scoffed and crossed his arms.

“But—“ Kenneth redirected. “—I can also trust your confidentiality, both for my business and my more…personal matters. And I do like my privacy quite a bit.”

“Uh-huh. And this all leads to me doing…what, exactly?”

“Stay on here, at the institute, of course, but I’d like to have you as one of my privately contracted herpetologists. Make sure my pet and the animals at my company are well with routine visits, report back to me with any issues, and be paid handsomely.”

“How handsomely?” Uriah asked dryly. He expected some piddly amount, certain no one outside the field would know exactly what to pay, but when Kenneth leaned close and whispered the number into his ear, Uriah nearly choked on the air in his lungs. He stared back at the man in shock, his eyes wide and face blank compared to Kenneth’s cool demeanor and charismatic smile.

“That’s…wow.”

“Mhmm. And, perhaps, if you’re partial to it, a few additional benefits could be thrown in.”

“B-Benefits?”

“Some nice dinners, a few plus one slots on some gala invitations, the occasional evening rendezvous… I’m very open to negotiations,” Kenneth purred.

“You… Y-You’re serious? About a-all of that?”

“You’d be held to nothing you don’t agree to, of course, but as for the rest, I don’t think you’d mind being held to that,” he teased, winking.

Uriah inhaled slowly. The entire encounter hadn’t been what he’d expected at all. He had half-believed his meeting Mr. Huggins in the first place had been a fever dream. Seeing him in his office also felt unreal. But the offer he was being given, scandalous as it felt, was tempting him to forego his reservations. What were the pros and cons?

Cons, obviously, he’d be working a bit more—but he did very much love what he did, so was that even a con? Either way, he’d be giving up some free time. Maybe a bit more wear and tear on his car, but not by much.

The pros, however… The pay was more than fair, he’d get to spend more time actively handling snakes—something that was limited with the lab work and number-crunching research he had to do. And then there was the fact he’d be seeing more of Kenneth. Uriah couldn’t help his attraction to him; he was charming, enticing, and handsome. Odd eye colors and snake parts included. Even when he was effectively being blocked into his seat by him, Uriah couldn’t help but get a small thrill out of it.

“What do you say, Doc?” Kenneth asked, voice like velvet. “Have we got a deal?”

“…I’m interested,” Uriah conceded. For a moment, he thought Kenneth was going to lean in and kiss him. He braced for it—

“Excellent!”

Uriah blinked as Kenneth straightened suddenly, beaming. He floundered for his wits as he watched the man stride confidently around the desk, reaching for the door.

“I’ll let you know when I have a contract for the business parts all drawn up. Shouldn’t take too long; my clerks are speedy with the keys!”

“I—wh—H-Hey,” Uriah stammered, pushing himself out of his chair to follow him. “You’re just leaving? Now?!”

“I’m a busy man. Places to be, people to bargain with, money to make, you get the drift,” Kenneth rattled off. “But we’ll talk soon, okay, sweetheart?”

“Can you just—“

“Oops, almost forgot my coat!”

Uriah paced up to him, flabbergasted.

“You really are something else, you—“

“Ah, one last thing,” he cut him off, turning abruptly as he slung his coat over one shoulder. Uriah flinched, caught off guard before Kenneth’s free hand rose up and tilted his jaw. Heat flooded to his face yet again as their lips pressed together. He relaxed as Kenneth brushed his fingertips up along the side of his face and back into his hair. They parted slowly, Kenneth’s expression warm.

“Don’t forget to finish that tea,” he reminded Uriah gently. “You seem like you could use it.”

“O-Oh, uh…y-yeah. Okay.”

“Good boy.”

Kenneth gave him one last affectionate touch before swaggering out the door. Uriah shook off his surprise and nearly tripped into the doorframe, sticking his head out to shout after him.

“Hey! Warn me next time you’re gonna show up!”

“Ta, darling!” Kenneth laughed over his shoulder, raising a hand in a casual salute of farewell. Uriah felt his mouth twist into a flustered line, made worse by the few curious glances thrown his way. Uriah snuck back into his office, shutting the door once again and huffing. Eventually, he looked back to the half-full cup of tea on his desk and reached for it, pausing when he noticed the message scribbled into the side in black marker:

‘Here’s to good business! XOXO - Kenny.’

“That teasing sonofa—I’m gonna smack him next time,” Uriah muttered, pointedly facing the message away from him before taking a drink.

((A second lit piece from the Gotham AU that @ask-nagakenny had for Kenny, and I couldn’t help but run with <3))