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the-firebird69 · 2 years ago

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Feeling very sick of these people it's a heinous heinous group they're out and about and there's nothing open and still walking around and I guess the bar might be opened they were sick of them I don't understand why the hell they keep on doing this stuff to our son but they're really not getting a damn thing and they can't figure it out after getting hit a lot and last night they got hit a lot and it's not just because of the max it's because they're assholes and they're stupid.

-they're not really fighters they're mooches and parasites and then you have to burn them off and it's going on now we are going to take care of business. They went and proceeded to try and get up to the ships they're encountering Max in the tunnel and they're starting their assaults on their bases that are near mountains and leading bugs there they continuing South hitting the empire bases and rejoicing saying they're going to take all the ships and it's not really how it will go as they're hitting and taking down the bunkers and they're doing a bunch of them probably 90% or where they were so far and I guess we'll clean it up they are losing tons of troops. Tons of troops. It's a huge huge number that are being deleted while they're doing it they don't have enough to take over ships but they think so. If they can get to him. There's a lot of stuff going on it's very huge the largest is the attempts on the ships in the North and it's a huge number of them and it is a huge number of troops huge huge armies are heading up there they're gigantic and they say they won't be stopped and it's ridiculous this gigantic and it's going on now it's just a massive massive effort and it is not going to stop and they're not going to get anywhere they're fighting the Max and the tunnels and the max are sending tons up there and groups to stop them and ships to stop the idiots and the clones will end up engaging the empire and it's going to be a war and it's much needed and they just sat there and everyone's smoldering all over the damn place and the max have ships too and they're going to be set pretty soon and by the idiots they're getting information now and boy it's like they forget it's really bizarre they're a bunch of cream puffs what's going on now and we have a full business day today literally we're working on Thanksgiving and giving thanks that we are because the hose bag really needs a lesson and we're taking him to task and he is going to five businesses all of them to the corporate offices and they're very large firms one of them is

*acceler Mattal it's the world's largest steel company and he still has about 10 subsidiaries which accounts for about 20% of the refineries and Fab shops and erection companies distribution and all over the world and outside of the middle areas and we're going to acquiry today and he has agreed to sell them and he's a fool but that's his deal

*there's another company that we're going to also purchase and it is very large and it's Turner construction and he bought it back in the late 90s after the JV with O'Connor for Reebok and he thought he would try and hire a son and he didn't because he was a schmuck and you're putting a hit on Dave for what he's doing and he's not going to be around later

We also I wondering why he is still around bothering our son at least next door and he's a loser they were going to start taking his companies too now he's part owner he's got to show up to the meetings and he doesn't have that much stock he's going to be sitting there with us getting the living crap beaten out of him he says he's going to try and take over which is good we need to get rid of him he's a huge huge a****** is a liability and it needs to be taking care of

*another huge company is stuff in construction and they are the CM and project management company and builder of sunseeker resort and boy do they suck they didn't follow any of the health and safety or workers code conduct or anything and they didn't go by the code book or even the engineers drawings and there's a lot of buildings like that so they want to unload it thinking they're going to unload the building failures and mistakes and we're going to repair the ones that are open still and accessible and we might even tear out the ones that are not and refund it to the owners because we have plenty of Trump's money

*another company is and really there's only 20% left to something it's not true it's like 80% but he wants to sell off 50% of it and say that he's fine so we hate to tell you what we do there it is another construction firm but this one is gigantic and they have a lot of equipment and they do have a company that builds the heavy equipment and it's super heavy and it is Morrison Knutson and more diesel they want to sell off 50% and he owns about 70% of it and we have about 20% of it so the 10% are going to sit around and they're going to say their flies in the wall and what have you when they really won't have a chance at doing anything and they're going to try and do illegal things and we'll crush them we plan to immediately and it as in today and right now. They're in all 51 states they're in all 4,000 plus countries they have huge equipment we are going to grab if it's not in our areas I'm going to take it today it's a good idea to have this round and to further weaken them because they are absolutely heinous as soon as Bob O'Brien forum who knows why let's get his ass kicked I guess

And there's other things happening today one of them is Dave the neighbor is under scrutiny for the current actions against Max and the pseudo empire and there he's going to be evicted. Turns out Trump left because he had this plan and he wanted to say that people are forcing it and try and scapegoat his own son and our son for what his physically doing

*there are other things that are happening in there today it is about the last and final company but addition to that there's more occurring today besides acceler Mattel we are acquiring very large structural steel companies and besides the steel companies were requiring all of the minds there's only a couple other companies left and the account for almost 20% of the industry which is still pretty large and we're going to start acquiring those and it's an interesting phenomenon that they don't understand it Trump did it for a while and Max think they can conquer it in other people's when we simply don't accept your crap and we send you right off to the prison or other we're not going to dick around with you like your own people but that's a gross misconception is extremely pricey. This company is world renowned for all sorts of types of construction from heavy to structures to buildings to cities they built complete City and they built it like 4 months and it said a standard and it started building cities of that size and got down to three months but that's it but it started by ghwb and people copied him and they think they're greatness because they copied him which is one of the way of saying something we're acquiring this company we have about 20% of it now by the end of the day we're going to have a total of 70% of Bechtel and we are buying subsidiaries if there's it is included in the 70% and we intend on doing it later on today and Dave AKA Dan is also selling and is sitting there saying he isn't because he wants to be a big bully but we can do things to him if you like because of his attitude the meeting can go very badly and he can get arrested.

*along with these five companies we are also purchasing a huge huge huge ocean vessel building company it is a named SEA and they usually have it in all capital letters it does stand for something and we are going to purchase 50% of it we have about 20% of it in the outer area and we're going to acquire this today and we're sitting them down into a meeting today to purchase this company along with these companies we are also going to begin taking over Banks I'm also and your snickering and twirling is going to come to an end we have about 50 to 60% of the banking and today we are going to purchase and acquire 20% more making it 80% of the banking and finance it's going to be mortgages and loans and things for buildings real estate loans automobile loans is a huge number but we need it now because of their constant threats and yammering it's one thing to constantly try and do stuff which they do but they keep on jacking and screaming you'll start attacking the financial institutions and we feel that they will continue to do that because they always try to threaten society but then they'll think that we're there and they think they'll have us and they don't think too good and they're not strong they just have huge attitude problems Scott Davis brainless and he's going to get cocaine and a sun rated on his shirt so we're going to intercept we use it for devices only

There's more but we're going to publish it's exciting news and it was burned on by Zeus and Hera he got up this morning and said I'm sick of this jerk do we have all the stuff and no we don't so we're going to do it today and first I was a little bent then I said this guy is more angry about it than anyone and it was Trump then he said I'm going to sell it and use the money and he probably can't buy one gram of cocaine with it

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bloodgulchblog · 3 years ago

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Actually fuck it, maybe I do have it in me to talk about Cryptum for a bit.

Greg Bear was originally tapped to do a story for Halo: Evolutions. He was interested, but wanted to do a novel instead. This is how he ended up writing the Forerunner trilogy, and my memories of this odd beast are very fond. The Forerunner trilogy is legitimately good and I feel like you could just straight up read these without any Halo knowledge and still have a good time. They are bonkers in the best possible way.

Cryptum, set about a billionty years in the past, is about our boy Bornstellar-Makes-Eternal-Lasting. Bornstellar is from a high-ranking Builder family (the Builders being one of the Forerunners’ castes) and, critically, an unhappy Forerunner youth who craves adventure and treasure hunting. In an effort to teach Bornstellar some perspective and build character, he has been fostered by some Miners. It is not improving things.

Bornstellar, like most Forerunner youths, has an ancilla (an AI) that gives him some limited access to information. Through his ancilla, Bornstellar finds out that there is this cool weird spot on this little wet planet called Erde-Tyrene. (Spoilers: This is Earth.) Bornstellar, hoping to find cool treasure or technology left behind by the Precursors (the long-forgotten species that shaped the Forerunners), sneaks out and decides to go investigate.

Erde-Tyrene is home to humans. Humans look a lot of ways at this point in Halo times because A Terrible Thing Happened To Humans in the past.

Bornstellar gets some humans to guide him to a spooky weird crater. Two of these humans are a young man named Chakas (who is more or less a garden variety human), and his friend Riser (who is a Florian, which means he’s a little guy like this)

Florians live long lives and have a kind of ancestral memory, so Riser tells Bornstellar about how his grandfather used to know this weird crater and how to get past some of the mysterious traps that keep humans from fucking with it.

The boys also tell our boy about how all humans on Erde-Tyrene have a strong connection to the Librarian, the greatest of the Forerunner Lifeworker caste. Bornstellar supposes that the Librarian has had a hand in shaping the course of human evolution, and suspects that she has placed a geas (a kind of genetically coded compulsion) in them about the weird stuff in the crater.

What’s in the crater?

Oh, you know.

The crater doesn’t have fun Precursor treasure in it. It’s actually a Cryptum: intended to be the final resting place of a powerful Warrior-Servant known as the Didact.

Bornstellar is like UM and wants to leave, but it is much too late for that now. He figures out that the Librarian (who is the Didact’s wife actually) has been shaping events for a long, long time to lead to the moment when a young Forerunner would be led here by humans to reawaken the Didact after thousands of years.

The Didact is less than pleased to be reawakened. He is also less than pleased with the two humans and a dumb teenager his wife has left to help him in the shit he needs to go do now. Also worryingly, Builder and Miner ships have appeared overhead looking for him. He doesn’t want to be found.

Using a ship the Librarian left hidden in the crater, the gang fucks off into space and the Didact explains about how humans were once at war with the Forerunners and were lain low all the way to the genetic level at the end. (Hence why they are in the process of re-evolving.)

The Didact also is not a big fan of the Master Builder. Like at all. The Builders, he says, have built and recently tested a great and terrible weapon. He was pretty much exiled into the Cryptum in the first place for telling them this was a stupid fucking idea, and he is sure a lot of terrible things are about to happen. Bornstellar is trying very hard to understand what the fuck is going on, but he’s a Forerunner teenager and that means he can’t.

See, here’s a thing about Forerunners.

Our boy Bornstellar is a manipular, a Forerunner growing in his natural form. He’s definitely a weird alien guy, but not too unlike a human, and about the same size. Forerunners are so technologically advanced that they use technology to undergo several mutations over the course of their lives, drastically altering them (and making most of them a lot bigger). These mutations are different for different rates and ranks.

Bornstellar literally cannot interface with technology and information meant for someone in at least the First Form, because he has not undergone that mutation yet.

So.

Things are about to get incredibly fucking weird for him.

Also, because I have nowhere else to mention it: The Didact’s Cryptum was guarded by several of these:

Forerunner war sphinxes, extremely outdated weapons.

.....And it’s because they were the ones piloted by his and the Librarians children. All of them had grown up to be Warrior-Servants, and all of them died in battle. The sphinxes contain the last impressions of the personalities and judgment of their pilots, and are the only thing with any sentimental value to the Didact.

What was all the battle about, you ask? What was the weapon for (and was it a Halo)? Why does anyone need this?

Well, we’re only on Chapter 14 at this point. We’ll just have to see, huh?

#halo: cryptum #forerunner trilogy #halo novels #forerunners #summaries of things

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fleckcmscott · 5 years ago

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Watch What Happens - Chapter 4

Chapter links: 1, 2, 3

Summary: Arthur, an aspiring comedian, has struggled to find normalcy and compassion his entire life. Y/N, a hard-working paralegal and transplant to Gotham, has just been put on a case for the Wayne Foundation. When they meet, unexpected sparks fly.

Chapter warning: Swearing

Words: 2,803

A/N: The joke Arthur comes up with in the third part of this chapter doesn’t completely work with a “Y/N,” because it uses the OFC’s name for alliteration. (The OFC version of this fic is posted on AO3.) Sorry!

It was Saturday. Y/N was supposed to have the day off, but she’d spent her Friday night reading parts of the Wayne file. It had been engrossing. From what she’d gathered, the foundation wanted to convert the rent-controlled housing buildings into a medical clinic. The buildings in question had all but been abandoned, the motions claimed, and were in serious disrepair.

The current owner’s response had been lackluster - a counter-motion stating both the addresses in question were up to code and actively being used. But they had neglected to provide more than a couple leases or rental agreements. She wasn’t surprised. The motions were dating back two years. She could imagine the current owner, a family that had had possession of the buildings since the late 1800s, was running out of funds. Their most recent filings were done without a lawyer.

The addresses were about two miles uptown from her apartment. Seeing at least one of them would give her a chance to determine what the actual situation was. And it gave her a good excuse for a brisk walk. She checked the clock as she finished her coffee: 7:13 AM. Good. She hoped it was early enough to visit one of the buildings and look it over without being noticed. She slipped on a thick coat, grabbed her purse and an umbrella, and headed outside.

Gotham was dreary this morning, an unpredictable drizzle. She still wasn’t use to the city’s typical Eastern rain. At least it wasn’t snowing yet - Patricia had told her winter seemed to come earlier every year. This was the one season she missed being further South. The autumn lasted for weeks back home; she’d still be wearing a light jacket.

She eyed the architecture as she walked. It became less decorative the further she went. Gone were the porticoes and fancy facades of the wealthier parts of the city, replaced by simple brick and concrete. There was a brutality in how quick the change was, as if the builders thought people in cheaper apartments couldn’t enjoy aesthetics. Parks and artwork grew rarer, too, until the area was almost totally devoid of public spaces.

Letting out a breath, she approached one of the apartment complexes. The four story building was uncharacteristically stout for Gotham. A tenement covered in graffiti. Walking around it, she lightly inspected the foundation for faults that would be obvious to her layman’s eyes. There were no cracks, no chunks appeared to be missing.

The front door was ajar, held open with a triangular piece of wood. She gingerly pushed it open, trying not to make any noise, and let herself in. The entrance was in some disrepair. Dark green paint peeled in the corners of the lobby, the laminate floor was coming up in some places. The florescent lights were on, though, and the floor was shining. Whoever lived there cared enough to clean the place.

The stairs were solid when she stepped on them, the railing a bit wobbly but sturdy enough to put her weight on it. As she reached the second floor, she wondered where the Wayne Foundation had gotten the idea that this building was abandoned. She walked down the hall, noticing every name plate and personal touch - a postcard of a sunny place here, a wreath there - on the doors.

“Hey, who are you?”

Y/N stopped and turned to the direction the voice had come from. An elderly woman stood there, newspaper in one hand, pink robe being held closed by the other. She looked displeased.

Fuck. Y/N cursed herself, both for being too bold and being too stupid to think about being seen by a tenant. She gave the woman a friendly smile and approached her. “I’m sorry to have bothered you, ma'am. My name is Y/N. I just wanted to see-”

The woman’s face softened. “Oh, you’re not from Renew Corp.?”

Y/N furrowed her brow in confusion. “Renew Corp.?”

“Yeah. They keep harassing us. You hold on a minute.” The woman disappeared for a moment, closing the door.

Y/N sighed and leaned against the wall. She didn’t want to stumble onto anything crazy; she just needed to gather evidence to support the Wayne Foundation’s position. She wanted to do her job and do it well. Rubbing her face, she could already feel a headache coming on. The first Wayne case she was entrusted with, and she was already finding leads she didn’t want to.

God dammit. She knew she wouldn’t be able to let this go.

As soon as the woman returned, Y/N straightened up. “Here you are,” the woman said, handing her the letter. “They keep sending them in these red envelopes. As if that could scare me. I lived through the war.” She laughed to herself.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile back as she read the addressee’s name. After opening the envelope, she scanned the letter. “Ms. McPhee, may I keep this?”

“Go ahead. I’ll get another one in a few days,” Ms. McPhee answered.

Y/N tucked the letter in her purse. “Thank you.”

Ms. McPhee nodded. “Sorry about earlier. We don’t get many visitors here.” She gestured behind here with her thumb. “Do you want to come in for a cup of tea? I have a cat. You’re not allergic, are you?”

Y/N took a step back, placing a hand over her chest. “I’d love to but I have to get going. Would it be alright if I dropped by sometime? Asked a few more questions?” There was a pause. At Ms. McPhee’s expression, Y/N added, “Bring some tea biscuits along?”

That got her.

~~~~~

On the way back to her apartment, while still in Otisburg, Y/N decided to treat herself to breakfast. A couple of diners lined the streets, but food from a greasy spoon wasn’t what she was looking for. A bakery would work; she could get something light and sweet. A donut shop caught her eye. And her nose. She peeked in through the old, warped windows. Lackluster lighting, just enough film on the glass to make her question the place’s health inspection certificate. She’d found her joint.

The row of people waiting against the wall surprised her when she went inside. After a few moments deliberation, she decided to stay, not having concrete plans for the rest of the day. Copies of the Gotham Gazette were piled high, not yet in their display case. Shuffling along as the line moved forward, she grabbed a paper and started reading the headlines: “Thomas Wayne - Will he or won’t he?;” “A New Day for Gotham;” “New Budget Cuts Risk Safety.” God, news like this made her wish she gave less of a shit. She closed the paper and looked up towards the entrance, the bell above the door ringing endlessly as more people poured in.

And there he stood. Good hair, Tan jacket. He was leaning against the wall, seven people down from her. She noticed he was wearing a brown cardigan and button-up shirt. His hair was a little damp, probably from the weather. It didn’t affect his good looks in the slightest.

She hadn’t expected his eyes to dart to hers so quickly.

Heat rose to her cheeks. Dammit, she scolded herself. You’re staring at him again. Leave the man alone, you idiot. She tried to focus on the menu hanging overhead.

That focus failed utterly when she saw him sidle up beside her in her peripheral vision. He stopped about two feet away. As it had at the store, it took him a few moments to speak. “Hi,” he said.

“Hey,” she replied, eyes still averted. “Fancy seeing you again.”

“Yeah.” He looked up at the menu, too, but she wasn’t convinced he was reading it.

She allowed herself a glance at his profile, long enough to realize it was a mistake if she wanted to stop ogling him. She was close enough to see the hint of laugh lines at the corner of his eye, the rounded tip of his nose, that damned jawline. She swallowed and looked down. His hand was worrying his pocket. The tension with which he held himself was obvious. It was hard to figure out if his hesitancy was peculiar or adorable. She decided it was both. “How was your TV dinner?” she asked.

“Fine. They’re always the same. Yours?” His deep voice was slightly raspy when he answered.

She gave a small shrug. “It didn’t kill me.”

The man chuckled at that and flicked his eyes to her for a moment. “Good.” The line moved forward and he stepped with her. “You should get the-”

“Hey, buddy,” a voice from the back bellowed. “You can’t just cut in line.”

The effect on Good hair, Tan jacket was immediate. He stiffened even further, cheeks turning pink, his jaw clenching. He briefly brought his hand to his mouth and winced. As he spoke, softly but loud enough for the asshole in the back to hear, his eyelids fluttered shut. “I wasn’t cutting. I just wanted to say hello.”

The fact that he responded surprised her. She liked it. When he started to turn towards the end of the line, she stepped closer to him. “What do you want? I’m next in line.” When he didn’t answer, she said, “I’ll grab it. It’s no big deal.”

He blinked at her before digging into his pocket and handing her change. "Cinnamon sugar. I was going to suggest you get it. It’s the best one.”

Smiling, she nodded. “Thanks for the recommendation. It’s my first time here.” She extended her hand to him. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

He looked at her hand before grasping it gently with his. “My name’s Arthur. Arthur Fleck.” The smoothness of his palm was warm on hers, the fingertips of his long fingers resting against the back of her hand. “I’ll wait outside.” With that, he released her and left.

After getting their order, she left the shop to find the morning’s drizzle had turned to a steady rain. Arthur was standing under the shop’s awning, smoking. She thought she’d detected the scent of nicotine. And maybe some cologne. “Here. You got the last cinnamon sugar.” She started to hand him the donut.

He shook his head. “I’ll take the other.”

“I hope you like chocolate.” Y/N gave him the small wax paper bag. “Can you tell me where the nearest subway is? I need to head home.”

“Newkirk Plaza.” His brows knit together and he looked down as he took a long drag off his cigarette. “I could walk you there?”

She noticed he’d said it quickly, as if he didn’t want to lose courage. She took the umbrella from inside her coat and opened it, then stuck her arm out so he’d have room to share it. “Sure. That’d be great.”

“Yeah?” He laughed softly, surprise on his face. “Okay.” Cautiously, but with some eagerness, he stepped under her umbrella. He seemed to hold his breath as they started walking in the direction of the train station.

They strolled in companionable silence. As each block ended and another began, she found herself wishing he would talk. He’d invited her on the walk, after all. Maybe she could bring him out. “Have you in lived in Gotham long?”

He flicked his cigarette on the ground and let out a small huff. “All my life.”

“You’re a real Gothamite, then. I’m a transplant. Moved here about a year and half ago.”

“Oh yeah? Where from?”

“Boonville, Missouri.” Waving her hand dismissively, she continued. “Trust me. You’ve never heard of it.”

He looked at her, studying her face for a moment. “You don’t have an accent,” he said.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “That’s intentional.” She adjusted the umbrella in her hand. “I made sure to lose it as a kid. When I eventually moved away, I didn’t want to be out of place. It’s nice to be anonymous.”

Arthur took out another smoke and placed it between his lips. “But why come here? It’s so cold. People are mean. The garbage strikes…” He lit his cigarette. “It’s rough.”

“Believe me. Small towns have their own problems. They’re just not as visible. And everyone knows each other. God, it’s disgusting.” She laughed, then. “No, I really love it here. Best decision I’ve ever made.”

He shook his head, the corner of his mouth rising. “Hm.”

When the sign for Newkirk Plaza was in view, his steps slowed. Y/N noticed. He must have enjoyed walking with her. She liked it, too, which felt odd, since he was a stranger. Odd but good.

Arthur stopped as they reached the entrance to the station. He looked away from her and down the stairwell, as if what bit of confidence he had was ebbing. “If you go down these stairs, you can pick which line you want.”

Y/N nodded and smiled. “Thanks for the stroll, Arthur.”

“Yeah.” After a few beats of silence, he gazed back up at her. “You know, I do stand-up comedy?”

She looked at him in disbelief. This guy? This bashful guy got up on stage in front of people? “Really?”

“Maybe you could come see a show sometime,” he said.

She studied him for a few moments. The slight puffiness under his eyes, the tiredness in his face. The way he stood there, waiting for her reply with cautious hope, gave him an air of quiet fragility. Even though she was intrigued by him, she wasn’t ready to give her personal information out. Not yet. She wracked her brain, trying to think of a kind but honest answer. “Well, my job is going to be bringing me to this area again soon. When we see each other, you can tell me when and where, okay?”

He smiled slightly at the non-committal response. “All right.”

Y/N tried to hand him the umbrella. “I suspect you have a ways to walk.”

He put his hand up, then pulled the hood on his jacket over his head. “It’s okay, I just live over on Anderson.”

“Oh, okay.” She cleared her throat. “Well, I’ve gotta go. See you around, Arthur." She started down the stairs, then turned to him again, blushing lightly as she met his eyes. “Thanks for the donut, too.”

~~~~~

Arthur felt like he could take on the world (or at least Gotham City). The nice woman from the store had somehow wound up in his nearby donut shop. He’d said hello. They’d gone for a walk. Shared an umbrella. Had a conversation. He hadn’t fucked up.

When at the train station, he’d been tempted to follow her, not wanting to lose the connection they’d had. But he’d trailed his neighbor, Sophie, to work one time in a pathetic attempt to ask her out. He hadn’t worked up the nerve to do it by the time they’d reached Sophie’s place of employment, so he’d turned around. That evening, she had knocked on his door and explained, with more kindness than he deserved, that he’d alarmed her and following her was inappropriate. Even though he had been embarrassed, he appreciated her taking the time to spell it out for him.

He was determined not to do something that stupid with Y/N.

Sophie. Y/N. What was it with woman with (Y first initial) names? They’re both saucy and sweet. Laughing lightly, he exited the elevator and headed towards his apartment.

“Mom, I’m back.” After hanging his jacket, he put the donut on a small plate and cut it into bite-sized pieces. That would make it easier for Penny to eat. He poured her a cup of coffee and headed into the living room.

His mother was asleep in the easy chair. “Good Morning Gotham” was playing on the TV. Arthur approached her gently and shook her shoulder. Her eyes slowly opened. It took a few seconds for her to focus on him. “Oh, Happy, did you check the mail?”

“It’s too early. The mail hasn’t come yet.” He put the plate in her hands. “Here. Eat this. I’m going to do laundry. I’ll be in the basement.”

She kept her eyes on the television when she gave her delayed answer. “Okay, Happy.”

Arthur stepped by her, basket in hand. On the way out, he grabbed his pen and journal. Once the laundry was on, he sat in a chair across from the machine and opened the worn notebook across his lap.

He thought of Y/N for a while, then his upcoming job at the children’s hospital on Wednesday. He’d been practicing his magic tricks, but would end with a dance. He loved working there. The kids were always so happy to meet Carnival the Clown. Maybe the upcoming week would be decent. A little kinder than most.

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douchebagbrainwaves · 6 years ago

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HERE'S WHAT I JUST REALIZED ABOUT TIMES

Maybe it's a good sign when you know that an idea will appeal strongly to a specific group or type of user. Are some more important than turning off the unsexy filter and the schlep filter, except it keeps you engaged. I because you could not, if asked, explain why one ought to write about it. My guess is that these multiples aren't even constant. And moreover has advanced views, for 2004, on founders retaining control of their companies. Err on the side of generosity. And often these gaps won't seem to be any good. Because they're good guys and they're trying to help people can also help you with investors. Microsoft. We were supposed to read novels and write essays about them. Why isn't it? This is what you end up with a startup idea in one month, what if they'd chosen a month before the Altair appeared?

You probably do need to be a bigger danger than eating too little. Their stock price has been flat for years. The disadvantage of believing that all programming languages are equivalent is that it's not true. So there's another difference between essays and the things one has to write in high school. One answer is the default for startups, and chance meetings with people who help you—are driven by exit strategies. By the second conference, what Web 2. A particularly promising way to be unusual is to be strong: to keep one's sense of humor is to be wounded by them. The most amusing thing written during this period, Liudprand of Cremona's Embassy to Constantinople, is, I suspect, mostly inadvertantly so. What I really want is to have good startup ideas is not think up but notice. You can compile or run code while reading, read or run code while reading, read or run code while compiling, and read or compile code at runtime. Either VCs will evolve down into this gap or, more likely, new investors will be compelled by the structure of the investments they make to be ten times bolder than present day VCs. At the mention of ugly source code, people will of course think of Perl.

The professors will establish scholarly journals and publish one another's papers. We learned quickly that the most important may be that once you have enough people interested in the same way taking a shower lets your thoughts drift. The alternative approach might be called the Hail Mary strategy. One of the biggest dangers of not using the organic strategy, you could instead spend making it better. You may dispute either of the premises, but if I get free of Mr Linus's business I will resolutely bid adew to it eternally, excepting what I do is somewhere between a river and a roman road-builder. He said VCs told him this almost never happened. This varies from field to field in the arts, but most of them don't.

But the superficial ugliness of Perl is not the actual time it takes to write a function that generates accumulators—a function that generates accumulators—a function that refers to variables defined in enclosing scopes by defining a class with one method and a field to replace each variable from an enclosing scope. Having people around you caring about startups, which is like a sort of short-order cook, making whatever the client tells you to. Unless you become proportionally more disciplined, willfulness will then get the upper hand, and your achievement will revert to the mean. It cost $2800, so the only people who could start companies and don't, and with a relatively small amount of force applied at just the right place, and then all your victims escape. This problem afflicts not just every era, but in distinct elements. If you make fun of your little brother for coloring people green in his coloring book, your mother is likely to tell you something like you like to do that. When you write something telling people to be good at math than memorizing long strings of digits, even though the latter depends more on determination than brains. The only style worth having is the one you can't help. He responded so eagerly that for about half a second I found myself considering doing it.

Recursion means repetition in subelements, like the print media, or trying to tack upwind by suing their customers, like Microsoft and the record labels. You can hold onto this like a rope in a hurricane, and it frees conscious thought for the hard problems. So why did I spend 6 months working on this stupid idea? It's probably no coincidence that so many famous speakers are described as motivational speakers. If it's not what you want to find startup ideas, you have the prospect of starting a startup just doesn't seem real. So you spread rapidly through all the colleges. At least, it did when people wrote about it online. A good way to trick yourself into seeing the ideas around you. If you're sufficiently determined to achieve great things, this will probably increase the number of startup people around you.

A few days ago. Just build things. Audiences like to be swept off their feet by a vigorous stream of words. What about the other half, ferreting out the unexpected. I could have thought of that. But something seems to come with practice. Their first site was exclusively for Harvard students, of which there are only a few thousand, but those few thousand users wanted it a lot.

It's hard to guess what the future will be like the past in caring nothing for present fashions. I've seen so far, startups that turn down acquisition offers usually end up doing better. The problem with feeling you're doomed is not just that people can't find you. But vice versa as well. What are we unconsciously ruling out as impossible that will soon be possible? Good design is often slightly funny. And so good writers just you wait and see who's still in print in 300 years are less likely to have readers turned against them by clumsy, self-appointed tour guides. Did they want French Vanilla or Lemon? What people delete are wisecracks, because they demand near perfection. So if you start trading derivatives, you can fix it yourself.

VCs are money managers. They still met with them, no one knows in programming who the heroes should be. VCs aren't interested in such small deals. Ideas 8 and 9 together mean that you can find plenty that are cheap or even untaken.1 In the mid twentieth century there was a fast path out of an idea, how do you choose between ideas? Number 6 is starting to appear in the mainstream. Even good founders can be in denial about this.2 They try to figure out what's going to happen, and arrange to be standing there when it does. They didn't have ads for over a year. Google has as big a problem as they might think.

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Founders weren't celebrated in the long term than one who shouldn't? The reason only 287 have valuations is that in Silicon Valley, MIT Press, 1973, p. When we work with the idea of happiness from many older societies. You end up making something that would help Web-based software will make developers pay more attention to not screwing up.

Certainly a lot of startups that get funded this way that weren't visible in Silicon Valley. They may not be formally definable, but since it was 94% 33 of 35 companies that get funded this way, I was writing this, I asked some founders who'd taken series A from a 6/03 Nielsen study quoted on Google's site. Note: This is almost always bullshit.

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I probably look like some dumbass with this hard hat on but I am determined to always check on what these builders are doing, I mean I am not always here. They are two weeks in to doing things so I am happy, they have taken everything out so they are working hard. Cassius just thinks I am being fussy and demanding when it’s not, I am just wanting the house to be perfect. He dropped me off here and has gone gym, after gym he will pick me up. He’s ok to leave me here now, at first he was against leaving me here but the builders are nice, I mean they do look, but that is it. They are ok but Cassius has been working out constantly, like he’s obsessed with it. He is going back to the same guy I saw when he walked into his mom’ home, he was muscle, I mean when we had sex in the toilets for the first time. I gripped his arms, they were so hard. His body is forever changing but he is being dedicated to the gym now, not a bad thing of course but he is looking well. I feel it’s because he is bored and he needs to take his anger out differently “you wanted to see me?” Gio came out from the home “I did, you know. I want some sort of fence or wall around the home, what is ours. I want it to be closed off. Everything seems so open, I don’t like it. At the back of the home I want the walls to be raised, build a pool and a jacuzzi” Gio laughed “you come up with new things all of the time, what happened” he looked down at his tablet “the more I come here the more I figure things out. I want” I paused, Cassius makes me feel like I need to make it like this “security, in that home. Maybe in the kitchen, I want a TV that shows me everything that is happening around the house, you know people that do that right?” he nodded his head “I am your assistant Sofia, you give me what you want and I make it your dream. Where is your partner today? I was rather shocked when he gave me going on twenty thousand in cash for starting” I laughed nervously “he doesn’t like banks” I lied, what else can I say “and he is busy being the accountant” Gio let out an oh “he is an accountant?” nodding my head “no wonder, who does he work for?” all these fucking questions “kforce” Mitch works there and I hope he doesn’t work with them “heard of them, that is good. No wonder he has money, they say accountants keep their money secret, you must be making him spend” I grinned, the lie worked.

I am impressed at the work “so you already finished the walk in closet wall work, because I remember you was scared the ceiling would be ruined” looking up, they fixed it all “we did but we did it, we made it bigger. Middle isle will fit, we have finished the wall here too for the fire. The bedroom is done. Soon we can start putting things together, that will be the important part. It’s working out fine so you don’t need to worry, I am confident in this” I smiled at my dream coming together “you think it would be done early?” I had to ask “if I want to rush them yes but we don’t want that right?” shaking my head “I am very excited, to draw that. I mean it was difficult because it’s my first time. I have always been great with drawing and putting things together that will look nice but this is my first project, on my own that is. I am hoping that I can start doing design work for other people, and create their dream home” Gio looked impressed “you never know, could be an opening in my business. You know what, if you are willing to travel around Atlanta, could give you spot. Let me think on it but I could do with another interior designer. You contacted me and I was ready to send one out but you had it all so that is why I came out myself. I just want it to be perfect for you so let me think on this ok?” I could actually get a job out of this, my eyes lit up “Gio that would be so good” I mean I don’t mind travelling.

I got in the car with a spring in my step “you happy?” Cassius said staring at me “I am, I mean I could have a job. I mean I could have my dream job. Gio said he could do with another interior designer and he said me, he said he will get back to me. Good right?” Cassius cooed out “I am so happy for you baby, yay! Go baby” Cassius clapped, I giggled “thank you but I hope it happens” Cassius grinned at me “I am sure it will, is it coming together then?” nodding my head “it is, they have done building the room wall. They are just finishing off the downstairs, They working fast but I think putting everything together will take the longest. I am not going to bug them about it, I mean I will still come here” I had to laugh “cool, I have something planned for today. For the both of us” furrowing my eyebrows “what is that supposed to mean?” his code words for going on a date “me and you together do something together?” frowning at him “Cassius if you don’t say it I am going to just ignore you” Cassius laughed “I mean fine ok, it’s a date?” I swear if I didn’t love him I wouldn’t put up with his stupid ways “why are you like this? Dates are not a bad thing, but I am very excited right now. If I see my friends here I will be so sad, this better be a real ass date Cassius” I am so excited “no friends, just us” side eyeing him “like last time but I am excited baby, I got butterflies in my stomach” I am going on my second date.

“Cassius if you don’t tell me what to wear right fucking now I ain’t going” he is so fucking annoying, he keeps on laughing “seriously!?” Cassius walked out of the bathroom, I wish I can keep a straight angry face right now but he looks so sexy, my mouth fell open a little and my face softened “seriously” I said in a whisper, my eyes dragged down his body “say it like you mean it then?” that is not a towel “are you using a hand towel around your waist? I can see your tip” Cassius shrugged “I don’t care, you keep bugging, what you want?” I breathed out, I feel flustered. Looking ahead of me “tell me what to wear, what are you doing?” gym is working wonders, I mean he always turns me on but he is looking like a snack. I loved him when he was fat, don’t get me wrong “but tell me why you ain’t going again?” he is so annoying “why?” looking directly at his face but his face is wet and looks so good, the stubble, the hair. He’s not bald no more “you know what you’re doing” I pointed at him, he knows it “casual” he walked off, I breathed out “you want sex?” Cassius asked so calmly, looking over at the bathroom. I let out a laugh seeing Cassius dick “go away” waving him off, he knows he got me all flustered.

I have no idea what to wear, he said casual so I am wearing black jeans, black crop top and a leather jacket. If I look under dressed I will be angry at him, looking down at my black Timberlands. I have only worn these once, second time now “you ready?” looking up from my Timberlands “erm yes, oh you look handsome” I love it “thank you” he placed his snapback on his head “you only complimenting me because I complained last time” getting up from the edge of the bed “no, you do look nice. I love it when you wear polo shirts” he looking all types of fine “you wearing black and I am wearing white, opposite as shit” he got a point “so is this an actual date? A real date? You’re taking me out?” Cassius stared at me, his stupid face “I swear, I am done. I am not going” taking my leather jacket off, Cassius gripped my jacket “relax, please. Just stop it” he covered my arms with the jacket “trust me” nodding my head, he better not let me down.

I am so very excited about this date, I am so very excited like I have butterflies. I swear if he lets me down I will be so angry with him “this place is a dead end?” where the hell is he taking me, Cassius parked the car “Mudfire clay works?” I said confused, Cassius turned the car engine off “it’s a date Sofia” Cassius said as he got out of the car “wait” where is he running off too, clay means pottery. Wait a minute, getting out of the car “Cassius?” closing the car door “mhmm?” he looked over at me, he seems so timid about this “we doing pottery?” I questioned, he shrugged “awwww baby, seriously?” I cooed out, this is so romantic. Cassius walked around the car “you got your bag?” look at him changing the subject “Cassius, why are you ignoring me” walking around him, he laughed “I’m not, just want to get inside” he’s not looking at me, he is taking me on a date and he actually thought about it. Cassius held my bag out to me “my handsome man, you really thought about this date. You don’t know how much this means to me Cassius. You here trying to be all lowkey like it’s nothing, you a real romantic at heart. It’s not just a meal, you’re thinking and we’re doing something we have never done before, doing this together” Cassius chewed on his bottom lip “love makes you do things, you know” holding his hand “I understand” he is out of his depth here, I love it but I would love to know how he even came up with such a thing, what made him decide this.

Walking into the building with Cassius, it’s quiet. Does this mean we are the only ones here, god I am so in love with this man right now “Cassius and Sofia?” the guy came out of nowhere “I thought you was going to be a female?” Cassius said, he is so stupid “I mean if you want me to be that? I am Ryan” the white male got his hand out to Cassius “oh nah, I just spoke to some female that is why” that white male held his hand out to me “Sofia, I’m Ryan nice meeting you both, and that is my wife. We both run this establishment, but welcome to your clay date. We do candle making and glass fusion and pottery, and you want to do pottery?” Cassius is so damn cute “I do yes” Cassius does not know what he is doing, bless his heart “that is fine, so you want to recreate the famous scene from Ghost?” I had to laugh but Cassius just went silent “what is Ghost?” I scoffed “Cassius, don’t embarrass me” Cassius really hasn’t seen such a thing “come along, we can get you both started” he is so silly my man.

It’s safe to say I don’t trust Cassius with Clay “remember, it just takes soft touches" Ryan said, Cassius ran his hand along my arm as he spoke, I shivered at his touch “Cassius is already being Patrick Swayze” I giggled at Ryan, feeling the clay between my finger as the wheel spun “who the hell is that? Is he white? That name is white” I sighed out “well all I can tell you right now is that you are Patrick” Ryan is annoying Cassius, I know it. Cassius kissed his teeth “Sofia have you done this before?” Ryan asked “no, I am just good with my hands. I like being creative” it’s very good, it’s calming “I will give you both some alone time, I am sure you will both be ok. Let me know if you need anything. Cassius has the role down to a T” I like Ryan, I really do “you ain’t funny” Cassius is getting all worked up for nothing “can you just ignore him?” he is getting all worked up for nothing, this is the sweetest thing ever. I am going to attempt to make something, I hope anyways.

I began to make a tall shape, Cassius pressed his chest against my back “are you making my dick size?” I hate Cassius so much “why are you like this? It’s wrong anyways” pressing it flat down “better” he’s going to annoy me so I can’t make anything nice. Cassius put his hands over mine “I am not playing, you fuck this up we ain’t talking” I know him, Cassius began to guide our hands up and down the clay, building it up tall again. Cassius placed his chin in the crook of my shoulder as he did this, his mouth just brushing my neck “I love you” he whispered in my ear “I love you too baby, thank you for bringing me here. You have shocked me” Cassius placed a light kiss on my neck, then moved to my ear, nibbling the lobe slightly “I like doing that” I shivered again and the clay tower toppled in our hands but I really don’t care right now. His mouth travelled across my neck, I turned my face towards him and our lips locked.

I can’t stop laughing, I am shocked we made anything “your attempt is visible. I mean a little more work, is it a big cup or bowl?” looking at Cassius “it’s what ever you want it to be, I think it’s a bowl, for our future dog bowl” good answer for Cassius “that sounds better but I think the touch of your initials is cute, well we will get this dried off, both of you come back to paint it later in the week” Cassius groaned out “Sofia can do that” Ryan pointed at him “Patrick, you have to come. But did you both like it? Did you enjoy yourselves?” he asked “I did, I know I did. I mean I know I could have done better but Cassius ruined it, he is not creative as me” Cassius pulled a face at me “she wanted to make a clay figure of my dick, she playing. She acting like she wasn’t when she was, don’t play me” he is such a liar “that doesn’t need much clay Cassius, please” I know I will regret saying it but it annoys him.

Cassius bringing me to a Sushi place, I am excited about this “you made me laugh today, you know when the home is done. We are watching Ghost together, you have no choice in that” Cassius shrugged “I don’t care about that wack ass movie” see, he tries to be all tough when he isn’t with me “I promise you will like it, it’s romantic. You will like it, so you won’t want to snuggle up to me while we watch it?” the waiter bought the drinks over “see how it goes, it may happen. I could be dealing with business at that time” smiling at the waiter as he placed the cocktail down in front of me “what business? Don’t annoy me Cassius, take off your snapback too, thank you” sipping my cocktail, this is delicious “I am playing, there isn’t no business” he took off his snapback from his head “I miss Brooklyn, shit ain’t good here. It’s boring” tilting my head a little “don’t you think I know that Cassius? It worries me, your friends are here aren’t they?” what else does he want “you don’t like them, you make it awkward for me, you just be stood there not speaking. They good people” clasping my hands together “they are drug dealers” Cassius bought his head forward “the hell am I? You make shit hard for me, Amira and Isabella or whatever they good people. You don’t give them a chance, I know they know how you feel, bet. You just being stuck up when I am one of them. I ain’t trying to ruin your date but you make it difficult because it’s like I have to split my time and then you turn around and say where am I going? Like questioning me, no trust whatsoever, you tripping right now” shaking my head “you want them to move near us, you are the same guy that made a phone call and had Jordan in the middle of nowhere and had me there. And then you want to have that facility right there” I am not having that shit “well, there is no choice. Sofia they are moving near us, I don’t want to hear the words drug dealer out of your mouth. This whole shit you are doing is fuelled off that money, that money they made with me and you are right, I can still make a phone call and get something done. And clear to the air, me. It’s me, I am the boss of them. They are beneath me, I made the call that I was leaving for you. They followed on, I left that for you. The only thing you can do is be grateful to the guys that saved me when I was out there about to die” getting up from the chair “I need the toilet” I need some air away from this.

Staring at myself in the mirror, I am like Pablo Escobar’s girlfriend, I mean that is what he is. I mean I had a feeling on what he is, and what he does but I didn’t think he would admit to me about being that. I am just as bad, I am taking the money, bad money. I just don’t want that life following us, it’s right there. It’s only a phone call away “come on Sofia” I need to suck it up, I need to just not be like this. Walking back to the table, Cassius just stared me up and down. I haven’t been crying “the food came” he said, seeing the empty table “where is it?” I questioned “told them you ain’t here so they bringing it back out, freshly in about ten minutes” shuffling my chair in “so you’re actually the Pablo Escobar” Cassius laughed, I don’t find it funny “don’t think about it, Sofia. I didn’t want any girl, I didn’t and for this reason. To put someone’s daughter through whatever. I didn’t think I would have moved, I have. All I ask of you, to accept my friends like I did yours. I would always do right by you” staring into his eyes “I know, it’s just scary to know such a thing” it’s a lot to take in “how you think I feel, why you think they want me dead but it’s the past. We can’t think of it. I am here with you” he changed the subject “but it’s never going to be in the past, it’s only a waiting game right?” Cassius looked away from me “and Sofia, you’re set. You’re ok, you will be ok. At times I am glad you ain’t pregnant and that is because I am scared I won’t be here, Atlanta is never the furthest thing on earth. But I am here now, we can try but there is a reason to why I can’t cut everything off” he placed his burner phone on the table “I have to know, I thought it would be best if I get rid of it but no” this subject is too much right now “I love you Cassius and I would kill someone for you, I just don’t want that. I want you, the subject hurts” taking in a deep breath “but this, today. This date, thank you. I mean you took me to pottery, which nigga does that” Cassius laughed “Sofia, I love you too much. You got to know this” he placed his hand over his heart “I do, trust me I do. I will be more open to your friends” I need to back down, I need too for him.

Cassius is doing only god knows what in the bedroom, I am just watching netflix on my laptop in the other room. I am glad Cassius got a bigger room so it’s not as bad, hearing Cassius open the door but I hope he comes along and hugs me a little. Dragging my eyes away from the laptop screen and seeing a butt naked Cassius “what on earth are you doing?” is he crazy, my eyes all wide “why are you naked Cassius?” watching him bend over, he shot me a quick grin before standing straight and turning to me “I didn’t need to see that, what are you doing?” I am shocked “getting your attention, you kept saying my dick is small. I wanted to show you it ain’t” he is crazy “so shaking your ass in my face was going to gain attention?” I said trying to hold in my laughter, Cassius extended his hand out to me “Come here” he said, I chuckled not sure where he was going with this, getting up from the couch and grabbed his hand and he pulled me towards him. I smiled reaching for Cassius growing member but he quickly smacked my hands away “don't touch that...yet” he said “really?” I pouted “follow me along” he held my hand taking me somewhere.

Cassius placed me in front of him and positioned us so that we were central with the mirror in the bedroom “Now look in the mirror” he commanded, locking eyes with mine as I looked up “so, what am I looking?” I said tilting my head to the side “you're looking at me” Cassius smiled wrapping his arms around my waist “right, I am looking at you naked, pressed up against me” he is so odd “Good. Now don't take your eyes off me” he instructed as he began to pulling my top up “Cass” I started but he cut me off “relax” Cassius pulled my top over my head which exposed my breasts, he placed small kisses from my shoulder to my neck “don't take your eyes off me” Cassius whispered into my ear before nibbling on it slightly, he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them slowly down “beautiful” Cassius whispered as he continued to strip me completely naked “do you know how beautiful you are naked?” he asked as he stared at me in the mirror “look at yourself, you are sexy” he growled in my ear as his hands spread my legs apart.

“Tell me bub, do you see yourself?” he asked pushing his hard member against me, the most he could get out of me was a slow nod. I was concentrating hard on not breaking the eye contact and maintaining my balance. My mind was still spinning with a million thoughts as I tried to slow down my breathing and let my brain fully process what Cassius was doing to my body “Cassius” I cried through clenched teeth once he spread my folds and slipped two finger inside me “feels good don’t it” he whispered, slowly sliding his fingers in and out of me. I moaned slightly, my breathing picking up more speed. I wanted to throw my head back and clench my eyes shut but I knew Cassius would stop if I did. I wrapped my hands around his neck as he started sucking down hard on mine “Ohh, Cass” I gasped, he continued to grind himself against me, letting his fingers slip back and forth in my wet folds.

I rolled my head to the side, my eyes never leaving the mirror as I watched the magic that was his fingers. A unexpected whimper left my lips when Cassius suddenly removed his fingers and wrapped his arms around my body, keeping me steady he pushed the head of his dick to my opening, slowly sliding into me. I gasped loudly letting go a few more whimpers as he filled me completely, my walls gripping him tightly. I couldn't help but toss my head back and rest it against Cassius chest “Shiiit” I heard him groan. He had yet to move, just stood there letting my heat engulf his dick, my tightness squeeze around him “Cass, please” I begged, my eyes clenched shut, head still thrown back against his chest “look up first” Cassius said letting one hand wander back between my legs. I slowly lifted my head up and stared at Cassius in the mirror. His eyes were dark and full of sex, they pierced into mine causing me to blush slightly. Cassius placed his free hand on my breast, pinching my nipple before he moved in and out of me at a slow pace “look at yourself” Cassius whispered with a smirk “I want you to see what I see when I make love to you, how sexy you look. The different faces you make, you're so beautiful” I looked at myself in the mirror and was suddenly partaking in an out of body experience. Was this really me I was looking at in the mirror? Face twisted up full pleasure, legs spread wide open as Cassius played with my clit, his fingers moving in and out of me slowly, matching the pace of his strokes. His other hand on my breast, twisting, pinching and pulling at my nipple. I was shocked at how breathtaking the two of us looked connected as one. I couldn't take my eyes off of our bodies coming together. It sent a million volts through me and only made me wetter down below.

I looked up into Cassius eyes “Beautiful isn't it?” He smirked, his tongue teasing my neck, I could feel my legs going weak and it was becoming hard for me to stand. Arching my back, I reached behind me and gripped Cassius neck tightly, giving myself more balance “oh… yes” I cried as Cassius began to pick up speed. I felt close to blacking out as my mind went blurry, the pleasure was becoming unbearable. I couldn't control it anymore my head flew back as I screamed out in pleasure. But Cassius didn't mind as he dipped his head down thrusting his thick tongue into my mouth, muffling my cries “Look” Cassius growled pulling away from the kiss, my body could no longer hang as my legs gave out once he started fucking me long and harder. Cassius quickly caught me not missing a beat, his one arm wrapped around my waist holding me up while his other hand still played with my clit “Sofia” Cassius growled as I started to tremble in his arms, my slick walls were clenching him so tight and he could tell I was close, so he started moving at a even more rapid speed.

“Cass!” I screamed trying to hold on as he attempted to fuck every ounce of life out of me, gripping the back of his neck tighter, I held onto Cassius for dear life. My feet no longer touching the ground as he held me steady a few inches from the floor, pumping in and out of me “look” Cassius said causing my head to pop up “this is my favourite part. Look at yourself baby” he smiled, my face was contorted up in pleasure and I saw myself unravel, losing complete control over my body as I shook and trembled riding out the first wave of my orgasm. My words were mumbled as I attempted to yell out his name. Giving up on making actual words I just bit down on my bottom lip and rode out my orgasm. Cassius came soon after, his movements slowed as he took a slow ride down from his orgasm. I could see why this turned Cassius on, I had to admit, this was some sexy shit.

Cassius finally stopped, setting me back on the ground and I leaned against him for balance, my legs still wobbly. The mirror was foggy but we could still see bits and pieces of each other. We stood there, sweaty, sticky bodies still locked together, connected staring at each other in the mirror “That was…” I couldn't find the words to express what I felt “I know” Cassius agreed already knowing what was on my mind, feeling the same thing I felt “but I ain’t done bub” he said kissing my cheek “Cassius” I raised an eyebrow pulling away from him, but he grabbed me and pulled me down to the ground “Cass” I protested, arching away from him as the carpet pressed against my bare feet. But Cassius ignored me as he spread my legs out wide and went in for the kill taking a long thick lick of my clit. I screamed out, his actions catching me off guard. Cassius inserted his tongue into me as far as it could go, sucking up all of my juices and I shuddered “sweet” he said in between flickers of his tongue on my clit “more!!” I screamed running my hands a top of his head “aahhh yes” I panted moving my hips around to match the rhythm of his tongue, he had running in circles around my clit, searching my folds for everything I had to offer. My eyes rolled around my head and I arched my hips up once, Cassius stuck two fingers inside of me still sucking on my centre “I'm coming. Oh my gosh Cass. Yes yes yes yes Cass!” I moaned little chants “Mmmhmmmm” Cassius hummed between my legs. My orgasm hit me hard, I clenched my legs shut while he licked up all my sweetness as it poured out of me. He had to pry my legs apart to keep my from suffocating him. Holding Cassius arm, I can’t keep my myself up “you're so sexy” Cassius grabbed my butt “and you’re so hard still” pressing a kiss to his lips, tasting myself on his lips “for you, you know why. You ever going to call me small again?” shaking my head, my nose lightly touching his “never” he ain’t shit “come on, we can go another three rounds” he pulled me up wrapping my legs around his waist.

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ivanaskye · 6 years ago

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So, for reasons that had a lot to do with being unceremoniously kicked out of where I was living on mostly-false pretenses that were mostly thinly-veiled ableism… I had a pretty notable depressive bout lately. And to make matters worse, because I didn’t have a stable place to live, I couldn’t play KH3 yet.

So I turned to mobile games.

Thus, as follows, here is a SUPER DEFINITIVE IVANASKYE RANKING of mobile games that are good (or less good) for entertainment when you’re depressed and hiding from bigots in an airbnb.

1) ALTO’S ODYSSEY. This absolutely takes the cake for an actually freaking good mobile game that can be replayed essentially indefinitely. It’s like a skateboarding game, but in the desert, for some reason, where also lemurs live and like to chase you.

It’s good.

It’s very, very pretty, with a variety of desert backgrounds, day and night. Although you might hit a rock if you look at the scenery too long. There’s an actual skill level involved in this game (unless you’re playing zen mode, which it conveniently has), and when you die, well, that’s a decent enough time to put the game down if that’s what you’re going for.

This is an actually-paid game that I got on sale, and was super worth the one entire dollar it cost on that sale, but it would also be worth the full five dollars. The good thing about paid games, of course, is that they don’t try to sell you things.

2) GODUS. I’m… not sure this is a good game per se, but it basically consists of exactly what would happen if someone went up to my id, asked what it wanted in a mobile game, and then made exactly that.

Anyway, you play a god, trying to wrangle your (very stupid) followers into constructing buildings, generating worship for you, and even (gasp!) learning how to farm. Also you can go on boat voyages that are basically mini games where you have to lead your followers to specific points and not get them killed. (I don’t like these mini-games that much, but hey, two types of game in one game is good.)

Unfortunately, it is also a free game which is trying really, really hard to get you to spend actual money on upgrades. For that reason, your people’s growth also kind of stops being exponential at a point—yeah, they’ll still build new things and expand, but the game really wants you to spend money. Sigh.

CW for some racist and sexist stuff (because, of course). For instance, your followers are at first grouped into two categories—blue color-coded “builders” and pink color-coded “breeders”. Yes, really. On the other hand, later you get individually named farmers and miners who often have female names, so??? I don’t even know.

3) MONUMENT VALLEY and MONUMENT VALLEY 2. These have… such a great concept. It’s puzzle-solving that involves decidedly non-euclidean geometry (amusingly called “sacred geometry” in the game itself), much as if you’re wandering around an Escher painting.

But… and there’s a big but here… there really aren’t that many levels, all things considered. And given that it’s a puzzle game, it’s not really that replayable—once you’ve figured out the puzzle, you’ve figured out the puzzle. And it’s paid, so all in all, you’re spending 4 or 5 dollars on… only a few hours of entertainment.

Also, it’s trying really hard to have a deep and/or emotionally resonant story, but I think it doesn’t do very well at that. The most emotional moment for me in the game was when this adorable cute totem guy looks like he might be dead (he isn’t)… buuut, according to interviewers with the developers, they were shocked that so many people had such an emotional reaction to an adorable tower of blocks with a single blinking eye? Have they even met people?

Anyway what I’m saying here is that the things that are supposed to be emotionally resonant aren’t, and the things that aren’t supposed to be are.

And the second game, as I posted about before, has a surprise sub-theme of child abandoment?

Anyway, play for the puzzles and the totem, not the story… but maybe only when it’s on sale, because it really doesn’t have quite enough content for the price.

4) BONZA. This is a… pretty run-of-the-mill mobile word game, this time in crossword form. It’s not, like, great, but it’s not terrible either. (I know, what a rousing endorsement).

One of the best things about this particular game is that you can pick it up for a quick puzzle while trying to avoid using your brains and eyes for 1) actually working or 2) looking at social media and getting really angry at people. And then you can set it down. And if you can’t set it down, that might be because you need a hint for the puzzle… which requires watching an ad… which you don’t actually want to do, so you’ll probably be setting your phone down while the ad plays! Win-win! I think.

5) THE TRAIL. Boy, I really liked this game at first, even though it’s definitely got at least 5000 weird colonialism and also racism vibes. But you can play as a brown-skinned person, so I Guess It’s Okay. Anyway judging phone games for wokeness probably isn’t ideal, especially if you’re not giving money to them anyway.

Anyway, about the gameplay—it starts out as this thing where you walk along a trail, collecting random items with telepathy, Like You Do, in some cases giving them to a very disappointed-looking bird, also Like You Do, while your guide cheerfully informs you that “you might even have shoes someday!”

My issue is mostly that once you hit a town, the gameplay kind of changes—you can still wander trails and collect items, but a lot of your goals suddenly become town-related, and somehow this made it feel less fun to me. Ymmv.

6) POLYSPHERE. This… is an interesting concept… that sure tries really hard to get you to buy things. Basically, you look at a bunch of weird shard-looking bits of color from different angles, until they become a picture. Which is a cool visual-spacial challenge, but also as far as I can tell, spinning the shards fast enough can also cause them to flip, which is required to complete certain puzzles, and makes it feel more random than it should be.

I also found that this game didn’t bring a lot of joy—just a slight endorphin rush every time I finished a puzzle, but sort-of annoyance otherwise, and chasing that rush. The bad kind of addictive. Not recommended.

Bonus) GOROGOA. I’m not ranking this alongside the rest of them because I played it a couple months ago, before this Depression Mobile Game Binge, so therefore it’s kind of in a different category.

This, like Monument Valley, is a puzzle game that only has so much content in it before you’ve solve everything, and costs like four whole dollars or something, so might not be worth it—

—But, it’s like, really cool. You solve puzzles by basically manipulating frames of images around, so that one thing frames another, and… actually, it is kind of hard to explain. But it’s really gorgeous, and legitimately challenging, and I’ve never seen anything like it. I highly recommend it, even if it is shorter than I’d have wanted it to be.

#this sure is a long post

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andrewmawby · 5 years ago

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thegregorybruce · 5 years ago