This is the single most open and joyful moment in the entire 2 seasons and I will *know* that everything is finally fixed and good when we see it again. We MUST see it again.

This is beyond disgusting that scam bots are now turning to capitalize on Palestinians who fear for their lives, their families lives, and the lives of their people and culture every single millisecond of every single day.

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Did they follow you just before/after sending this post? If so, they are likely a scammer, building up their follower list to make their account seem more real.

Do they have any original posts besides their asks for donations/help? You can check using this website. If they only have the one, then they have likely a bunch of junk reblogs to make it seem like they are real.

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Their username is their "real name". Do you know anybody on Tumblr who goes by their real name other than a few celebrities? That's another red flag.

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REPORT FOR SPAM! Protect other people from running into the same issue and possibly falling for it. This is essential to making sure the amount of bots running around rampant remains minimal and manageable. Report them as you see them.

BLOCK, BLOCK, BLOCK! Depending on how you go about this (either on mobile or desktop), this might come with the 'Report Spam' step. Be sure to make sure you have them blocked. This will ensure that they can't target you again.

INFORM OTHERS! Let other people know when they've likely reblogged a scam ask/post. Be respectful and kind and informative. Remember to use the above steps to identify if these posts are indeed spam. And it can't hurt to ask (as long as you're polite!)

Consider donating to real people who are suffering in inconceivably terrible ways. There are tons of ways to do so, whether on a very individual level, or on a wide scale level. You might even see if some of your favorite artists or content creators are doing a fundraiser in exchange for their services. Just make sure to do a bit of background research to make sure things are legit. It doesn't take too many Google searches before you can see if it's a scam or not.

Check that you are a registered voter now, and check for early voting days. Set the date on your calendar and go. Invite your friends, make a day of it. If you can't make it the first day, go the next possible day.

Stay hopeful and keep fighting. And believe me. I know things seem hopeless. But please, that is exactly what they want you to think. They want you desensitized to their acts of genocide. They want you to cast aside your vote so they can continue until they're done. I promise you, you aren't alone in these feelings, and as such, you are not alone in this fight.

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y’know i love memes as much as anyone else on this hellsite and the internet in general. but one meme i can’t stand now, as well as a joke used by older comedians about ~kids today!!!! am i right???~ that i can’t stand now, is the one that’s like “all 10 year olds want today is an iphone or an ipad or a macbook for their birthday or christmas! all i got for my 10th birthday/christmas as a kid was a tennis racquet and a tether ball that hit me in the face! kids are so spoilt today! you better get an i-job to i-pay for your spoilt mac-ass!”

because like.... do you not understand that in today’s increasingly over-connected world, ipads and macbooks or other tablets/laptops are pretty much required school equipment now, if your 10yo kid’s primary/elementary etc school has a ~bring your own device~ policy for kids in years 4-6??? like obviously yes, some schools will provide students with laptop/tablet trolleys and stuff.... or also the government might have a program to roll out laptops/tablets to schools (like australia did under rudd and gillard).... that some schools will literally put “parents must get a reliable tablet computer or laptop computer for their child to use for assignments”. when it comes to high school, i imagine that they’ll need their own laptop/tablet the whole way through their time there, if there is no longer any school provided or limited school provided laptops/desktop computers/tablets.

that’s besides the point that laptops etc are even more so required now than ever before, after everyone was forced to do homeschooling because of covid??? so. practically. a kid asking for a macbook/ipad or other tablets/laptops for their birthday or christmas, isn’t such a bad idea for a present??? even if yeah. apple is overrated and overpriced to the max. but suck it up and pay for your child’s future education??? even it means getting a cheaper laptop or tablet for your kid.

all i can say on the above point is that yes. the idea of ~bring your own device~ policies does set many families back- especially those in/from lower income areas/backgrounds or single parent families... considering that a decent tablet will set you back at least $500 and a decent mini laptop is around the same.... but bigger and better laptops are around $1000 on sale (windows) or idek like $1,200 on an apple education pricing deal. like yeah. it’s a demarcation thing and also setting some people up to fail. and again, this has been made increasingly obvious during covid due to different families acces to buying laptops/tablets or other internet connection means. i also understand that these big ticket item purchases of tablets/laptops hits the hip pockets of everyone harder during the pandemic, especially if you’re struggling with debt like mortgage repayments or whatever while being made redundant or are being paid less while working from home.

okay. not to sound like a spoilt brat of a kid, but i got my first laptop, an i-book G4 for my 10th birthday in 2005. then almost 10 years later, i got a macbook for my 18th birthday (and for my HSC/end of high school exams) in 2013. yes, this is the macbook that i promptly fucked up two years later in 2015, by trying to encrypt the hard drive, since i was taking it to uni and it had all my internet passwords remembered on it along with my banking details. the same goes for my other windows laptop... where the hard drive just decided to fry itself like 4 months into me using it, along with the trackpad. and that was a $1,200 ASUS laptop (bought on sale) that i was using for uni. and then finally my little HP stream laptop’s keyboard shorted out halfway through a creative writing class (that was $500 and it only has a 28gb hard drive so it’s very light and good for transport).

but my point is, me having my own laptop (as opposed to using the family computer only) helped me immensely in my studies..... and they were literally fucking essential to me both in business college and uni. but they were also helpful in late high school, considering that 90% of my assignment work was expected to be typed out in microsoft word or powerpoint or excel (for maths and science). or for more creative projects, i was expected to use adobe photoshop and video editing software like imovie or adobe premiere pro (art/computer tech/drama/that weird year 7 subject i did called INTEL) and garageband/sibelius (for music). how on earth was i supposed to keep doing work on adobe photoshop or word etc at home if i didn’t have my own laptop to continue the work???

because as a final point, for me, literally by year 10 in 2011, NOT ONE of my assignments was expected to be handwritten (bar my actual exams or in class tests; also state tests/exams etc; or if it was a poster or visual art). if you dared to turn in something handwritten, the teacher and student interaction would be like the following example:

teacher to a kid whose handed in a handwritten assignment: did you not read the assessment outline? it said WORD PROCESSED WITH WORD! what is this handwritten thing? okay fine. i’ll take it this time. but read the outline next time, timothy!

timothy: *stammers out* s-sorry miss/s-sorry sir *stalks away from the teacher’s desk in embarrassment and shame*

the teacher, probs thinking to themself: weird that a kid thinks they can hand in something handwritten. silly, really.

the above scenario was the same for me in years 11 & 12. also, by year 9/2010, we were using the education management system moodle (and maybe early stage presi for online presentations) for both of our HSIE subjects (history and geography) and i think a couple of other subjects, during most lessons and especially for class work that involved group work/class discussions, via online discussion boards function. my year group was actually was actually one of the test year groups for the early models of moodle. so by the time i was in uni, i was a native to using moodle; so i could skip the “moodle help tutorial” subject portions on it in every class.

hell, for today, i wouldn’t be surprised if foreign language subject faculties in high schools are now using school subscription class accounts or something for duolingo or babbel. and today, kids are learning coding from like year 4 onwards, i think, on apps at school as part of their science & tech studies lesson portion of the day. how on fucking earth are kids meant to keep up with their class work progression on coding apps or whatever, at home, if they don’t have their own laptop/tablet??? ridiculous. how would kids fare today without their own laptop/tablet, if all of their classwork for homeschooling is on like google drive/cloud or whatever other open source drive/open source cloud software their school uses?? or any other apps that their school might use??? obviously we are seeing this play out in real time during the pandemic, world over, where if a child is in a single parent family or if their two parents don’t have adequate enough resources/have been fired or let go from their jobs/juggling working from home and homeschooling; then it’s hurting these kids likelihood of doing well with distance learning.

but yeah. my point is that if your kid is asking you for a laptop or a tablet (regardless of brand) for their birthday or christmas, maybe buy them one?? because you never know. it may be the very thing at the top of their student resource list for the following school year. and also. do you know what stops kids fighting over their access to the family computer/tablet to do their assessments etc??? buying them their own personal laptops or tablets. even if they do cost an arm and a fucking leg. get your heads out of your asses and help your own goddamned kids (or relatives if it’s a nephew/niece etc asking for one) like you’re supposed to.

okay. for phones. i’ll admit i wouldn’t like a 10 year old having their own phone, because of social media being so easy to access on them. but if you don’t allow them to use the app store and don’t allow them to download instagram/facebook et al..... and give them the phone solely for safety reasons, i think that’s fine?

i’ve had a phone since i was 10 years old. also not to sound awfully clichè, but i turned out okay??? i had to have a phone back in year 4/2005 due to safety and also family issues. do you know what my teachers did with it? locked it away in their desk til the end of the day. obvs they had to remind me to take it home sometimes (bc i did leave it behind at school in the desk a few times lmao) but yeah. i was alright. if a kid wants a phone..... maybe make a compromise and get the classic nokia 3310 or something?? like i obvs agree that kids as young as 10 defs don’t need a smartphone like an iphone or a samsung galaxy. but a rock solid and basic nokia 3310 or whatever with no wifi access??? that’s good enough imo.

I am constantly worried for a friend of ours that he doesn’t have a healthy relationship with this wife, or that his wife is somehow not... healthy for him. Like he seems happy and I don’t talk to him or them enough to have a good understanding, but the limited view I do have is setting up a bunch of red flags. My husband keeps reminding me that I need to relax and it’s not really my problem and like... they both seem to have trauma that they are trying to ameliorate and, like, fine, no therapy works the same for everyone and just because I don’t like it doesn’t mean it isn’t actually good.

I didn’t want to make this a long post, but I’m thinking about it, so I’ll post what I want to feel less crazy about and then Read More the rest.

He was talking about how he needs a job because they can’t really survive on her income alone. He said he didn’t want to get a job doing something like driving a truck because it’s hell on your body and you run the risk of getting in late. The example he used was he doesn’t want to get in at like 6am and not want to wake up his wife because she has to get up and go to work and she needs her rest so he’d have to sleep on the couch so he doesn’t bother her.

I have been going over this scenario repeatedly trying to figure out why this was.... one of the issues with it and like... my husband even asked on my behalf if the scenario was from our friend’s own compassion and not his wife’s idea of how that would go down. He was cool about it, which I thought was weird, and said of course, it’s his own compassion.

As a military brat and my father having driven a production truck, I cannot fathom the idea of being angry that my husband came home and woke me up to get into bed after a long, harrowing drive. I cannot comprehend the concept of not welcoming my husband into bed, cuddling and kissing and getting him warmed up in winter, spooning, and going back to sleep with my partner. It doesn’t make sense to me. And that our friend’s wife doesn’t also say WTF, babe, just come to bed! boggles my mind.

I’m paranoid, of course. Because we drove about an hour after this conversation to Costco and my husband told me, after like the 4th time I had talked this over with him, that I was something odd. I asked what he meant and he said I was a pretty consummate military wife/brat. I didn’t understand what he meant but, I mean, I watched my parents deal with both military and trucking.

But I guess how paranoid am I?

I said it would be short, Haha.

But like, our friend quit his job a couple years ago at the behest of his wife who said he should become a personal trainer. He got certified in it and everything. He quit before he had a new job despite our protests and then was unemployed for a while, turning to try to become something of a streamer while he was job hunting. Because even though she encouraged him to quit his job with his Tr*mp-supporter boss, they can’t really afford their lifestyle on just one salary. But also trying to be a streamer wasn’t happening so he was forced to be the only white guy at a construction job provided him by his abusive Tr*mp-supporter father. He got let go from that due to COVID and has been mostly unemployed since, after a brief stint as a face character at Six Flags. And now he’s learning code so he can get a job doing code because she doesn’t want to work and finish her degree and would rather just do her job that involves monopolizing his time and his computer. Her job requires some graphical work and his desktop is the only one powerful enough to help her do it, so he just... works on his shitty laptop doing minimal stuff on the internet like learning code from codecademy.

Where this ties in to my own personal traumas and I think I’m projecting onto him, is where my family would demand I get a job because, they said, they worried I would be able to make it in the world without them because I had no skills, no job, nothing and I would probably end up under a bridge if they ever died suddenly. Or maybe I wasn’t doing enough around the house, didn’t do the dishes often enough or didn’t keep the house clean enough and therefore I needed to do something to earn my keep because family of 5 fats can’t work on 1 salary and whatnot. So when people start demanding I get jobs, the only time I ever really looked for jobs was in A State after a big fight with my parents. I get like... triggered now whenever my husband is like Hey, maybe if we teach you Japanese you can get a job in Japan! Just immediately want to panic, get angry, and/or cry. So I worry that our friend’s wife is giving him a different kind of complex about jobs and work. Especially after she’s the one that encouraged him to quit his job, since she’s now pissy about the fact that he doesn’t have one.

But then there’s the small things like her being a manic pixie dream girl like coming over while he’s on a discord voice chat with us to say my husband is a Cheeto. When my husband is understandably confused, says he is like the Essesnce of Cheeto. Or when Classic WoW first dropped, our friend was trying to get back into it with us because it’s a bit of a unifying nostalgia game for our friendgroup, she kept showing up and being annoying in the background like showing up with their cat in a dinosaur costume. He even sounded mildly annoyed and asked her to stop because he doesn’t get to spend much time with us.

Which, you know, isolation from friends is classic abuse. But he has access to other friends that are not us. So its possible that she just doesn’t approve of his video game hobby when it involves us. Which, our friend isn’t a big fan of me personally, so I assume she might just be trying to save him from hanging out with me. I have achieved low self-esteem lately, having the clarity to replay interactions and say Ah, I was sounding real aggressive and bitchy, maybe that’s why people hate me. Or, in the middle of telling a story when I am met with silence, my brain works fast enough to say THEY CAN’T EXTRAPOLATE, YOU GOTTA FINISH STRONG, so I do and I get the laughs and I say I did it, I won, I’m going to get a good grade. But my sister also monopolized my time in a way that made it impossible for me to make or keep friends, and even got pissed when I was trying to make new friends because the friend I was trying to make was a guy that she was trying to fuck and my presence was a cockblock. Story for another time.

Or the time that our friend, because of his construction job, worked very early in the morning and thus was very tired in the evening. But his wife wanted to go to a screening of The Room and rather than let him stay home or maybe just don’t go, they went to this screening and our friend had to stay up for like 24hours. She’s the one that encouraged him to quit, pushed him into getting a new job, and then still asked to go to the movie knowing he was exhausted? Like... I wouldn’t have even considered it a possibility or I would ask a thousand times if he was sure or if he wanted a nap or something.

But, you know, I’m biased. I have a hard time being friends with women that are significant others of our friendgroup. I want everyone to be supportive and kind, into the same hobbies, willing to engage, maybe not be super weird. But I think I just want that in everyone. Which is probably my I have so few friends myself. I have high standards. I’m trying to lower those by being aware of them. Which means people like Amber are now counted among my friends.

Point of this post, though, is to ascertain my level of incorrectness. How wrong am I about their relationship? Lemme know.

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If you are familiar with a common programming language you might want to define some detection patterns yourself. Just to get rid of some unwanted files or any item you regard as malware. This is not too complex when using our OpenSBI syntax and Pascal. A simple script that you could implement using a simple .sbi file might look like this:

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Passport to the Brave New World: the Vaccine

I have already written about the currency reset and other features of a technocratic future waiting in the wings. —New levels of visible surveillance, social credit scores, universal guaranteed income, Internet of Things, energy-use quotas, smart cities.

—Events can move in several directions, going forward. In this article, I explore one of those directions.

The occasion is this fake pandemic; the big hammer is the vaccine against the phony COVID.

As Fauci mentioned a couple of months ago, it could be a DNA vaccine—new technology—which means it is really gene therapy. Synthesized genes are injected into the body. They purportedly set up immunity. Actually, they PERMANENTLY alter the genetic makeup of the recipient. Jabbed: How the Vaccin... Wilcox, Brett Best Price: $13.02 Buy New $13.05 (as of 03:50 EST - Details) 

As you can imagine, this creates the opportunity to put many different genes into humans. To try to invent “new humans.”

The so-called immunity certificates Fauci is now talking about? They would be issued to people who test positive on the new antibody tests for COVID-19—which is an interesting turnaround, because, since 1984, positive tests results have generally been taken to mean “infected.” Why the shift?

Because there is a need for these immunity certificates—as an INTRO to condition the population to an IDEA.

If and when the COVID vaccine arrives, the certificates would be used to signify immunity for all those who take the shot.

It would function as a license. Your passport into the Brave New World. You’re “immune,” so you’re allowed to move out of fear mode. And circulate and travel and enter schools…

For DNA vaccines, the reference is the New York Times, 3/15/15, “Protection Without a Vaccine.” It describes the frontier of research. Here are key quotes that illustrate the use of synthetic genes to “protect against disease,” while changing the genetic makeup of humans. This is not science fiction:

“By delivering synthetic genes into the muscles of the [experimental] monkeys, the scientists are essentially re-engineering the animals to resist disease.”

“’The sky’s the limit,’ said Michael Farzan, an immunologist at Scripps and lead author of the new study.”

“The first human trial based on this strategy — called immunoprophylaxis by gene transfer, or I.G.T. — is underway, and several new ones are planned.” [That was five years ago.]

“I.G.T. is altogether different from traditional vaccination. It is instead a form of gene therapy. Scientists isolate the genes that produce powerful antibodies against certain diseases and then synthesize artificial versions. The genes are placed into viruses and injected into human tissue, usually muscle.”

Here is the punchline: “The viruses invade human cells with their DNA payloads, and the synthetic gene is incorporated into the recipient’s own DNA. If all goes well, the new genes instruct the cells to begin manufacturing powerful antibodies.”

Read that again: “the synthetic gene is incorporated into the recipient’s own DNA.”

Alteration of the human genetic makeup.

Not just a “visit.” Permanent residence.

The Times article taps Dr. David Baltimore for an opinion:

“Still, Dr. Baltimore says that he envisions that some people might be leery of a vaccination strategy that means altering their own DNA, even if it prevents a potentially fatal disease.”

Yes, some people might be leery. If they have two or three working brain cells.

This is genetic roulette with a loaded gun.

And the further implications are clear. Vaccines can be used as a cover for the injections of any and all genes, whose actual purpose is unannounced.

The vaccine masters have a problem. They know their genetic technology is far from perfect. Plans to re-engineer the human race are not a simple one two three.

For example, consider the latest and greatest genetic tool, called CRISPR.

Here is a backgrounder I wrote a year ago.

New CRISPR gene-editing: the extreme dangers

Technologynetworks.com (6/26/17): “CRISPR gene editing is taking biomedical research by storm. Providing the ultimate toolbox for genetic manipulation, many new applications for this technology are now being investigated and established. CRISPR systems are already delivering superior genetic models for fundamental disease research, drug screening and therapy development, rapid diagnostics, in vivo editing and correction of heritable conditions and now the first human CRISPR clinical trials.”

All hail. 

It’s called CRISPR, a much faster, more precise, and cheaper technique for editing genes. Researchers are in love with it. You can find hundreds of articles and studies fawning over the innovation.

At phys.org, however, we have this, ahem, warning note (5/29/17): “…a new study published in Nature Methods has found that the gene-editing technology can introduce hundreds of unintended mutations into the genome.”

Oops.

“In the new study, the researchers sequenced the entire genome of mice that had undergone CRISPR gene editing in the team’s previous study and looked for all mutations, including those that only altered a single nucleotide.”

“The researchers determined that CRISPR had successfully corrected a gene that causes blindness, but Kellie Schaefer, a PhD student in the lab of Vinit Mahajan, MD, PhD, associate professor of ophthalmology at Stanford University, and co-author of the study, found that the genomes of two independent gene therapy recipients [mice] HAD SUSTAINED MORE THAN 1500 SINGLE-NUCLEOTIDE MUTATIONS AND MORE THAN 100 LARGER [GENE] DELETIONS AND INSERTIONS. None of these DNA mutations were predicted by computer algorithms that are widely used by researchers to look for off-target effects.” (Emphasis is mine.)

“’Researchers who aren’t using whole genome sequencing to find off-target effects may be missing potentially important mutations,’ Dr. Tsang says. ‘Even a single nucleotide change can have a huge impact’.”

Genetic roulette is alive and well.

Spin the wheel, see what numbers come up. Good effects, bad effects, who knows? Step right up and take your chances.

Of course, researchers who admit these tremendous problems remain optimistic. They look forward to “refining the method.” That’s a cover for: “we really don’t know what we’re doing right now.”

Unfortunately, much science operates in this fashion. Launch a new technology, and turn a blind eye to the consequences. For example, place mercury, a devastating neurotoxin, in vaccines. What harm could result—aside from the destruction of children’s brains.

Here is more gushing PR, otherwise known as throwing stuff at the wall and seeing what sticks: “There are weekly press releases and updates on new advances [in CRISPR] and discoveries made possible with this technology; the first evidence is now emerging that CRISPR-Cas9 could provide cures for major diseases including cancers and devastating human viruses such as HIV-1.” (technologynetworks.com)

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And just in case you think only the most careful and competent leading lights of the genetic research community would be permitted to get within a mile of CRISPR, here is more from technologynetworks.com:

“CRISPR-Cas9 systems, tools and basic methodology are very accessible as ready to go toolkits that anyone with lab space and an idea can pick up and start working with…In response to a growing need, companies such as Desktop Genetics have developed open access software to accelerate CRISPR experimentation and analysis.”

That’s good to know. “Anyone with lab space and an idea” can jump on board and have at it.

Do your own cross breeding of the pregnant phrases, “What could possibly go wrong,” and “Nothing to see here, move along,” and you’ve summarized the situation.

“They say they cured my anemia, but now I turn green and purple and I keep falling down.”

If all this isn’t enough to make you see the dangers of CRISPR, consider this statement about engineering human immune cells (T-cells) in a “safer” way. From statnews.com (June 23, 2013):

“The experiment would alter the immune system’s T cells only after they’re removed from a patient. That gives scientists the chance to screen the CRISPR’d cells to make sure only the three intended genes, all involved in making T cells find and destroy tumor cells, are altered. But after those T cells are infused back into a patient to fight melanoma, sarcoma, or myeloma, the CRISPR system can keep editing DNA, and tracking such edits becomes like following a polar bear in a snowstorm.”

Not very comforting. Once set in motion, even under the most protected and limited conditions, CRISPR can keep on working, scrambling genes in unknown ways.

So…when it comes to DNA vaccines, aka gene therapy, a plan to precisely re-engineer humans could quite easily descend into uncontrolled chaos.

And the controllers and elite funders of the vaccine know that.

What to do?

With the global population as their guinea pigs, perhaps they would start small. Introduce the slightest possible gene-alteration, stand back and see what happens. Try out a gene that would ordinarily—hopefully—achieve next to nothing. Try to measure the results.

Viewed from one angle, the whole fake epidemic is a set-up for the vaccine, and for mandatory vaccines.

I have written about the special exemption from liability recently issued by the US Dept. of Health and Human Services. Basically, anyone associated with pharmaceutical strategies undertaken “against the coronavirus” cannot be sued, regardless of “adverse effects” of medicines or vaccines.

Taking a stand against mandatory vaccines—any and all vaccines—is more important than ever.

-Jon Rappaport

Koushiro walking into his office to find other Taichi or Mimi spilled coffee on his computer.

Oh nooooooooooooo!  

So I wasn’t going to write a ficlet, but this kind of just happened, so…  Read on for a drabble starring Koushiro and Mimi (mentions of Eimi)!  

It’s an unofficial sneak peek of my Tri story (I’ve had requests for “Eimi in Tri”, which is really sweet?!?!?!  So basically this is set in that general AU).  It takes place in Kokuhaku, when Koushiro has his meltdown in his office.  I wrote over 2K words and realized that it had ballooned out of hand, so it’s incomplete!  Sorry >__

(For background, if I write this Tri story, it will be an AU extension of Growing Up with You, which is already kind of AU to start with, so uh…  If you require canon compliance, thiiiiiis is not for you, sorry!)

Summary:  Mimi drops coffee off for Koushiro and Eimi to support them while they work.  Unfortunately, she literally drops the coffee… on Koushiro’s computers D: D: D:  This snowballs into discussions on the events of Kokukaku, Koushiro and Mimi’s friendship, and Eimi’s current activities.

Thanks for the great prompt!  Check it out below the cut!

Koushiro stepped out of the restroom, drying his hands with his handkerchief.  Heat rushed to his face when he saw Mimi standing at his desk.  His office was a war zone, littered with empty bottles, trays of convenience store food caked with decaying leftovers, and scattered data printouts.  He hadn’t thought about the wreckage while working, but now that someone was here, the mess and the smell embarrassed him.  

But miraculously, Mimi failed to comment.  The office was silent, despite the digimon crowding the monitor attached to the wall.  When Mimi noticed his approach, she squeaked and stepped back.  

“Koushiro-han…”  Tentomon’s voice faltered with anxiety.  Their digimon were in the safe zone in cyber space, quarantined until Koushiro found a way to protect them from the infection.  Their presence both steeled his resolution to help them and aggravated his tension.  Each time he glanced at the screen and heard their voices, his need to safeguard them inched closer to hysteria.

“Why isn’t Eimi-chan here?!” Mimi demanded.  Koushiro fought against wincing at the twinge of pain in his chest.  “If she were here, this wouldn’t have happened!”

Her voice grew shriller by the syllable, drawing Koushiro to the desk at a stumbling run.  “What’s happened?!”  His eyes jumped from screen to screen on his monitor, checking for signs of a new threat to the digimon.  He yelped when his foot landed in something wet and scalding hot.

“It’s not my fault!” Mimi wailed.  “I only wanted to help!”

“Mimi-san, w-what-”  Koushiro stepped out of the puddle, looked down, and felt his innards dissolve.  His laptop was open on his desk, and a dark river flooded the spaces between glowing keys.  It dripped down the sides of the computer and onto wires on the floor, which fed into his desktop computer.

For a moment, he was too stunned to do anything but stare.  Then Mimi’s continued protests of innocence broke through the shock, and he jumped forward, pressing his finger to the laptop’s power button.

“When did you spill this?”  

“You’re tired!” Mimi cried.  “You’re working too hard!  So I thought you and Eimi-chan might want some coffee!  But she isn’t here, and if she was, she would have taken the coffees, and I wouldn’t have dropped it!”

“Mimi-san!  When did you spill it?”   Panic and sick fear rattled him to his core.  All of his experience with computers and the Digital World meant nothing without the tools to utilize it.  If his computers short-circuited, he would be rendered worthless along with them. 

“Don’t yell!” Mimi shrieked.  “I just dropped it a second ago!”

Although he had turned the laptop off on purpose, Koushiro’s anxiety spiked as the screen blinked out.  “Alright.  Time is of the essence to prevent a shortage.”  He leaned forward, avoiding the hot puddle, and saved his work on his desktop before shutting it down, too.

There was a wet, wadded piece of fabric on the desk.  Koushiro grabbed it, blotted the keyboard, and then turned the laptop upside down to drain onto the cloth.  As he removed the battery, he said, “Unplug my desktop, please.”

“W-where?”  Koushiro pointed to the correct outlet.  As he rocked the laptop against the cloth, dislodging stuck liquid, he noticed its familiar print.  

“Mimi-san, is this-  Is this my shirt?”

Mimi jerked upright, hands filled with cords, some of them unrelated to the coffee debacle.  “I don’t know!  Your drawer was open, and it was lying on top, and the spill was spreading-”

Koushiro inspected the fabric and sighed.  A pudgy goldfish stared up at him, stained almost black.  “I was planning to change,” he muttered.  After almost three days of continuous service, the purple button down he wore now had a definite odor.

Mimi approached the desk, eyes downcast and dull, devoid of their typical animation.  “If it helps, Eimi-chan hates that shirt.”

“Does she?”  Koushiro sank onto his desk chair and leaned forward, balancing his forearms against his knees.  Suddenly, the frenzied focus that had propelled him this long without sleep was draining.  “ If she doesn’t like it, why didn’t she tell me?”  

Mimi placed the cords on the floor, straightened, and shrugged.  “It’s Eimi-chan, right?  If you’re happy, she’s happy.”  Her head tipped to the side, and she slammed her hands to her hips.  Koushiro tensed, recognizing that stance as a potential indication of trouble.

“But you don’t seem very happy right now, which means she probably isn’t happy.  And where even is she?”

Koushiro opened a drawer and grabbed a can of compressed air.  Mimi watched him dry the laptop off with the airflow for a minute, but quickly lost patience.  When she repeated the question, he turned to the monitor and forced a smile for the digimon.

“Would you mind if I turned the screen off for a bit?” he asked.  Tentomon and Galemon stared at him, but didn’t ask the questions written on their faces.  The other digimon agreed after a short splattering of complaints.  Since his computer was off, Koushiro walked to the display and turned it off manually.  And just like that, he and Mimi were alone.

Eimi kept a supply of cleaning products at the office, but he wasn’t sure where.  He walked to the kitchenette near the entrance, opening cabinet doors.  “Well?” Mimi demanded.

Koushiro found a wire basket under the sink filled with bottles and cleaning rags.  He grabbed it, returned to the desk, and dropped to his knees to wipe the wet wires.  Mimi knelt beside him and mopped up the large spill he had stepped in earlier.  

She poked him between the ribs when he was focused on his task, causing a startled gasp.  He batted her hand away and covered his side, blocking further attacks.  “She’s looking for the younger Chosen.”  

Mimi’s forehead furrowed.  “Huh?  But that agent lady told Yamato-san that they’re alright.”

“I know.”  Mimi huffed and delivered another jab, so swift that Koushiro failed to intercept.  His teeth grit as he fought to reign in his temper, a foreign and startling emotion.  Even during their long stretches in the Digital World, he had never felt so volatile.

“I apologize.  Eimi and I heard the same account from Yamato-san, but I’m afraid that Eimi doesn’t trust Himekawa-san and her agency.  The assurances about Daisuke-kun and the others that relieved us only increased her guard.”

Mimi sank from her knees to her rear and crossed her arms.  Koushiro worked while she mulled things over, glad for a chance to think and gather himself.  

After a few minutes, she said, “I don’t understand.  Himekawa-san says that our friends are safe.  Meimei knows Himekawa-san, right?  So we should be able to trust her.  Eimi-chan should be here, helping you!  It’s a really important time!  I mean, I can’t help you figure stuff out, but if I could, I would!”

Koushiro hesitated, torn between an intense rush of gratitude that he couldn’t comprehend and a much more familiar desire to ask questions.  He was keenly aware that his last attempt to gather information from Meiko ended in failure and hurt feelings.  Was it wise to try again, especially without Eimi around to intercede?

“Mimi-san…  I want to apologize for upsetting you and Mochizuki-san with my questions earlier.  That was never my intention.”

Mimi blinked, then ran her fingers through her hair, starting at her scalp and working out.  “I…  I know.  You just need answers to help save the digimon, and Meicoomon too.  I’m still kind of mad that you asked all those questions when Meimei was so upset, but…  Well, I know that all you want to do is help.  That’s…  That’s why I brought the coffee.  I didn’t mean to drop it!  Will your computer be okay?”

Koushiro exhaled slowly, as if he could release the pressure inside him that way.  “I can’t say until it dries out completely; I can’t risk turning it on until then.  Thankfully, I have an older laptop on hand to use until then, and I save my work frequently to my servers.”  His stomach coiled into a tight knot.  Not that I was making much progress… 

Mimi’s lips scrunched up and squished to the side.  “You should go home and sleep.  And take a bath!”  She inched closer, sniffed, and swatted his shoulder.  “You stink!  There are bags under your eyes!  Do you want Eimi-chan to see you like this when she comes back?!  No one could overlook all of this, not even her!”

The scowl he had been fighting against finally overtook his face, but Mimi was focused on examining the room.  “You might be okay, though.  She’ll probably faint because of how the office looks before she notices you.”

All at once, everything seemed to crash down on him: fear for the digimon, frustration at his lack of progress, the roiling pangs of hunger and biting thirst, the drowsiness that hindered his ability to think, irritation at Mimi, and anxiety over the state of his computers.  Something deep inside of him snapped, and he threw his ruined shirt onto the floor.

“The office and I wouldn’t look like this if Eimi hadn’t disappeared!”

“Koushiro-kun!”  Mimi grabbed both of his shoulders and leaned in until she was uncomfortably close.  Fury lit her eyes, shifting mahogany brown closer to red.  He stared back, breathing hard, unable to defend himself but too upset to admit fault.  

Slowly, her expression shifted, and she caught him in a hard hug.  “It’s hard, isn’t it?  You’re worried about her.”

Thankfully, Mimi pulled back quickly, before he could start stammering and floundering over unaccustomed contact.  The pained, serious expression on her face sobered him, and he rubbed at the pounding in his forehead.

“I am worried.  Best case scenario, Himekawa-san is telling the truth.  Our friends are fine, and Eimi is wasting time at a critical juncture and working herself into a frenzy over nothing.  Worst case scenario, Eimi is correct, and she’s…”

His hands tightened against his knees until his veins popped up, raised lines beneath his skin.  Mimi patted one and smiled, but it was tight and forced.  “She’s alright.  Eimi-chan is so tough.”

“Yes,” he murmured.  “Strong, intelligent, tenacious…  All of which mean that, if her fears about Himekawa-san and her organization are correct, she is likely to walk into trouble with no backup.  She even left Galemon here, since the spread of infection is such a risk.  So…  So if Himekawa-san really does have anything to do with the disappearance of Daisuke-kun and the others, and Eimi is caught investigating…”     

Mimi’s eyes flared open, and she whirled around, tugging her mobile from a skirt pocket.  Koushiro tipped his head in inquiry, but she ignored him as she placed a call.  After a few rings, Eimi’s voice said, “Mimi-chan?”

Koushiro’s eyes slid shut.  Suddenly, he was too limp to stay on his knees, and he shifted to a sitting position.  After days of steady buildup, some of his tension finally dissolved.

Mimi scooted closer and held the phone between them.  “Hey, girl!  How are you?  What’s going on?”

“Um…”  Despite everything, Koushiro smiled.  He could see Eimi’s hesitant expression and almost hear her thoughts.  Was it smart to tell the other Chosen, particularly one potentially connected to Himekawa through Meiko, about her actions?   

Mimi rolled her eyes and sighed.  “Please.  I know you’re looking for Miyako-chan and the others.  Which I don’t get, because Himekawa-san says they’re fine.  Shouldn’t you come back to the office?”

A soft hiss registered over the receiver, a burst of static from Eimi breathing in too hard.  A prick of guilt registered as Koushiro realized that he might have misstepped.  What if Mimi said something to Meiko about all of this?  Would that solve the problem, or put Eimi in danger?  

“You saw Koushiro?”  Eimi asked.

“Yeah, and he looks awful, Eimi-chan.  Seriously, I don’t think he’s slept since the culture festival, and he definitely hasn’t showered.  And don’t get me started on the office!”

Koushiro scowled, and Mimi pressed a hand to her mouth to muffle a giggle.  There was a long pause, broken at last by a soft sigh over the phone.  “I was afraid of that.  Could you…  Would you mind talking to him?”

Although Eimi couldn’t see her, Mimi huffed and fixed the empty space in front of her with a glare.  “You talk to him.  Or better yet, come to the office!  He’ll listen to you.”  Mimi grinned, and Koushiro tensed.  He knew what it meant when Mimi’s eyebrows wiggled like that.  “He told me he’s worried about you.  He definitely wants you to come back!”

Koushiro’s face fell into that familiar deadpan glare.  Mimi swatted his back, and he swallowed a sigh.  Very well.  If this brings Eimi back, then so be it.

“I…  Thanks, Mimi-chan.  I do want to come back, but…  If I see Koushiro needing help, I…  Well, I’ll help him.  And then who will find Iori and the others?”

Mimi shook her head.  “You two seriously take too much pressure on by yourselves.  I think it’s better if you focus on one thing together.  And anyway, the kids are fine!  Himekawa-san said so!”

“Counterpoint,” Eimi sighed.  “I visited everyone’s apartments…  Or rather, I tried to.  No one is picking up their mobiles or home lines.  The kendo school?  Closed up.  The Inoue covenience store?  Same.  And when I tried to go into Miyako-kun’s and Iori’s apartment complex…”

Late for the love of my life:// PEAKOVIC

V sad

Major character death

Ao3 MIRROR

It takes Matt a long time to come to terms with the fact, that even at 22 his world is still black and white. No bright ‘reds’ or ‘greens’, as his friends described. It took years of anger and wallowing for him to comes to term with the fact he might not have a soulmate. That his world will never be bright and...and colorful.

And Matt was okay with that. Having or not having colors wouldn’t change who he is. He’s quite, an editor, a health freak, and a little snide- none of these things would change if he had colors.

It takes him a long time to comes to terms with it- but it’s okay. It’s okay not to have a soulmate.

Honestly.

-

Adam never really put much thought into it. Sure, he wished he knew what the fuck his friends were talking about when they described the ocean, or the park during fall. But- having a soulmate, wasn’t something he needed. Granted- it would be cool to have another person around, someone that the universe decided would pair with him. Someone to be his other half- even platonically.

But, at 23- he’s mostly a lost cause.

98% of people find their soulmates before age 19. He’s an outlier.

And that’s fine.

Really.

-

It’s lucky- them meeting.

Then again, the best things happen due to luck it seems.

-

It’s the most stereotypical college party Matt has ever witnessed. There’s 3 kegs in the kitchen alone, Solo cups forgotten and littering the floor, and the music is starting to hurt Matt’s head.

Matt had been dragged to the party- unwillingly, but his friend, Jess, is a force to be reckoned with. So, somehow, he ended up in a house (he doesn’t know where), pressed to a wall- and spending more time looking in his drink than around the room.

Which is why- when Jess tugs on his sleeve- yelling over the music to introduce him to her friend Adam- he feels truly blessed.

Because the second he turns his head to say hello, to turn away from staring into the solo cup for the first time all night- his eyes burn for a moment, and after blinking it away.

Everything is...so…

Colorful.

“Hey.” The other man says, Adam- he remembers, and it comes out as a breath. And Matt feels flushed- all the way down to his toes, and holy fuck- he’s lucky. This guy is fucking beautiful. Holy Fuck.

“Hi.”

-

They don’t start dating, they don’t flirt. They never really talk about it- they know they’re each other soulmates- and that seems to be enough. Both seem to think that the other wants a platonic connection- and both being too complacent to risk changing anything.

-

Matt ends up taking a job with Adult Swim, and Adam starts his own crazy adventure. They should start spending less time together during this, but instead they spend even more time together. Adam learns what foods Matt likes, Matt memorizes Adam’s allergies. Adam spends an entire Tuesday night listening to Matt explain Star Trek.

They still live in separate apartments, but 5 out of the 7 days of the week- they’re together. Usually bunched together on the couch, laughing at whatever stupid movie Adam rented off Netflix.

It’s good.

Simple.

-

Adam and Matt both end up at Machinima. And the number of days spent together goes from 5/7 to 7/7.

They work together on projects, and therefore learn how to work through fights. Adam learns more weird editing tricks, and Matt learns a bit more about the producing side of their set up. It makes them appreciate each other more- in the long haul.

-

They all move to Funhaus- and it’s never been better. They make the content they want, talk about what they want, it’s better. It’s got a new energy, a new spirit.

Even when Matt moves into the bungalow, with the rest of the editing crew- Adam feels more relaxed than he has in years.

They all joke about Funhaus being the ‘accidental’ child of Roosterteeth, the ‘biggest mistake’ Matt Hullum has ever made- but Adam knows- Funhaus is the best choice any of them has ever made.

~

“Oh my God, can you just shut the fuck up about Matt for like- 20 seconds?” Adam knows Lawrence is joking- but he still flushes red and stops talking. He hadn’t been talking about Matt that much had he?

“Oh, Larr. Let the boy live.” Elyse yells over James who was in the middle of yelling ‘just fuck h-’. Adam sees out of the corner of his eye, where Elyse is sitting on James’ lap- a hand over his mouth. Preventing him from finishing his comment.

“Yeah, Larr. Let me live.” Adam says, he knows he’s still red- but he also knows his friends well enough- Yon’t go down without a fight.

“I still don’t get this. They’re soulmates- why aren’t you banging?” James asks, somehow moving out from where Elyse had put a hand over his mouth. And Adam hates how fucking blue James’ eyes are.

Adam sighs, they had been over this,

“He never really seemed like he wanted to take it any further.” Adam shrugs, “Let’s be honest. I’m lucky to have him in any capacity. Romantic or platonic.”

There’s a lull in the conversation- like there is every time. And Adam thanks God for Bruce Greene- his ever saving grace.

“Alright, enough about Adam’s sad sex life-” Bruce takes too much joy in saying that, it makes Adam level a glare at him, “We got shit to record.”

-

They’re in the middle of Demo Disk- and it’s been tough. His computer doesn’t seem to want to load anything. 13 fucking disks- none of them working. And Adam loves his friends, but this is already stressful enough without the banter being aimed at him.

“C’Mon Adam.” James jabs, and Adam wants to reply- but fuck, why won’t it work? It’s a new-er disk, it should load. He takes a deep breath.

“Oh, it’s not his fault, his fancy computer won’t work.” Bruce says and Adam pauses to rub at his eyes- he feels a headache coming on.

It’s when he drops his hand, he instantly feels sick.

The screen, which had been a bright orange fanart desktop background- was now a light grey. Adam tries to still his heart, and takes a deep breath closing his eyes- and slowly opens them again.

The background, is the same fanart, but is a very muted orange. It starts to fade in and out of the dull orange and grey.

“Adam what’s wrong?” Adam knows Bruce is worried, but he can’t look away from the desktop- he can’t.  Oh God.

“Adam?” That’s Elyse voices and fuck he’s shaking.

“Something’s wrong.” His voice is broken, and oh. He’s crying.

“What’s wrong? It’s just a Demo Disk, we can refilm.” And Bruce doesn’t get it. Fuck, no one knows, no one understands why this is so fucking bad.

“Something’s wrong with, Matt.” And Adam feels sick, “My colors are fading.”

Adam goes to add more, because the panic is setting in now- but as he goes to elaborate there’s a siren wailing from the street and Oh God. The sound seems to restart him and Adam needs to find Matt- needs to check on him- but he only gets as far as standing up, before Lawrence is catching him. Both of them ending up on the floor.

Nobody seems to know what to do- no one moves, and it’s only when the door slams open that everyone seems to restart.

And standing in the doorway is Bones- chest heaving and looking so fucking scared, if Adam wasn’t already on the ground- he woulda been. Is that fucking blood on Bones’ shirt? Oh God.

“What’s going on?” Bruce asks, no one comments on how his voice wavers. How their leader seems to be cracking- even if it is ever so slightly. Adam wants to yell out- to stop Bones from talking. To not say or confirm anything. “Matt fell on our walk back from lunch- and-” Bones adjust his eyes to where Adam and Lawrence are on the floor, “And a car hit him.” Bones is shaking, and so is Adam and fuck-

Nothing is flipping anymore, the room is just settling into black and white. No gentle hues or anything.

"Oh god, please, no no no on." And poor Lawrence is having to hold him, as Adam is shaking on the floor. They hear the ambulance siren stop- mid wail and that’s when Adam breaks. Breaks completely apart. He gives up on trying to hold himself up any longer, and stops trying to control his crying. Adam lets the worries of self control go- he knows his friends won’t hold this against him.

"Not Matt, not Matt. No, please." Adam doesn’t know who he’s talking to- what he’s trying to gain by saying this. But he can’t seem to stop. He can see the worry in all their eyes- all their colorless eyes.

“Please.” And Adam thinks he might be screaming- but he’s really not sure anymore. The only thing he can focus on- is how empty everything feels. How his chest feels hollow in a way he didn’t even know he could feel. His entire existence seems too big, too much for just one person to live alone.

“Not Matt.” He’s not breathing enough, he knows that- but he can’t calm down. He can’t. This isn’t fucking fair. Matt Peake is everything Adam wants to be as a person- kind, generous, smart, loving- perfect.

Everything Adam wanted to be.

Wanted.

Past tense.

Gonna Take Ya (Away From Harm)

Word Count: 2340

Genre: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

Warnings: crying, parents yelling at their kids, emotionally abusive parents (not sure about this one, but just in case)

Summary:

Dan has a shitty night and Phil makes it better. Set in 2009, sometime before October.

A/N I’ll be getting busier throughout the next few weeks, but I’ll try to keep fics consistent.

Dan tries to pretend like it doesn’t bother him when his parents start making ever so subtly snide comments about his relatives. He doesn’t quite understand why they would – the relatives in question all seem nice enough, but apparently not.

Even so, what his parents are saying shouldn’t affect him like that. Yet it does. Dan knows that it has nothing to do with him but at the same time… He’s all too familiar with the insult-that-could-pass-as-a-joke routine. His family – both immediate and distant – enjoyed talking about him as if he wasn’t there. Dan gets it; he’s lazy, has gotten fired for his own stupidity at all jobs he has ever worked at and to top it all off, he has recently dumped his girlfriend of three years. His parents are under the impression that she dumped him. (He doesn’t say anything, just sits there as they joke about it.)

Most of the time he fades into the background during family events. He understands that he’s a pretty easy target. That doesn’t make it hurt any less though.

Instead of saying anything in defence, like he knows he should, Dan casts his eyes downward and grips his fork tighter. The conversation quickly moves on and he almost forgets it. He almost lets himself believe that nothing else will go wrong tonight.

-

Dan races to his room, fighting the urge to slam his door shut, because he knows it’ll only make things worse. He’s about to cry, he can feel it, but he doesn’t want to. He doesn’t like the fact that he’s going to cry over the stupid shit his family says. He doesn’t like that he’s proving his parents’ “too sensitive” argument they bring up every time he has the audacity to not like being yelled at.

Most of all, he doesn’t like crying. His mum might see, and he knows she’ll come in if she does and tell him to toughen up – obviously more sugar coated – in a soothing voice and he’ll accept. That’s just what he does. So instead of going out and pretending that he’s fine, Dan wraps his blankets around him tighter, furiously wipes his tears that have just started and closes his eyes. He hears his parents having fun and joking around outside, unaware that he’s currently bawling over how much of a disappointment he is to them. He chucks a pillow over his head for good measure.

-

The next thing he knows is that he’s waking up at 1am in uncomfortable jeans and a sweaty shirt.

He immediately shuffles out of them, chucks the offending articles of clothing somewhere in his room and tries to sleep. Surprise, he doesn’t.

After a few more minutes of tossing and turning, Dan gives in and pulls out his laptop from where it is under his bed and turns it on. It’s there in case he steps on it, which he has never done. (It’s actually there because his dad got mad at him for leaving it lying around and yelled at him until he moved it.)

He chews his lip while it takes forever to boot up. Every part of his body is screaming to call Phil, to hear his voice. Dan can’t do that, though. He has a feeling that as soon as Phil asks what’s wrong – and he will – Dan will break down. He can’t have that. Not now, not over his family, not in front of Phil.

The Windows loading thing that Dan never learnt the name over is replaced by his desktop background, which is most certainly not a screenshot of Phil that he captured during one of their Skype sessions. He frowns and weighs the pros and cons of calling as his mouse hovers over the Skype logo. All it takes is the memory of the disaster dinner filling the silent house for him to open it up.

Unsurprisingly, Phil’s offline. It is 1am after all, what did Dan even expect? He doesn’t know why, but this crushes him. It makes everything seem a billion times worse. He just wants to see Phil’s smile, to hear his voice. He just wants Phil to tell him everything will be okay.

Dan’s trying not to sob again. He’s tired and emotional and has no impulse control, so he sends Phil a text via his phone. He chucks the phone away a few seconds later, knowing that there’s no point staring at it and waiting for an answer. He jumps and barely stops a scream when a loud ding rings throughout the room.

(He swears that he didn’t scramble across his room to get his phone and fall off his bed in an ungraceful pile of blankets.)

DAN – 1:12am hey, you up?

PHIL – 1:15am Took a while, but I am now! Are you alright? <3

Dan almost started crying again. Phil picked up on his mood straight away. Okay, maybe texting someone at 1am was a dead giveaway that everything was most certainly not fine, but Dan couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming rush of gratitude to his best friend.

DAN – 1:15am yeah

DAN – 1:15am it’s just, sometimes i can actually convince myself that people care

PHIL – 1:15am I care :(

DAN – 1:16am

i know, i know. i know that people care, but then a night like this happens and i can’t even imagine that anybody would care if i died.

PHIL – 1:18am Dan, answer my calls. Or at least skype me <3

DAN – 1:18am can’t, sorry…

PHIL – 1:19am Why not? What happened? Are you sure you’re okay????

DAN – 1:21am …i swear i’m physically okay

PHIL – 1:21am ?

DAN – 1:21am i’m a sobbing mess right now

PHIL – 1:21am Why? :(

DAN – 1:23am idk, i’m just so upset phil. it’s like nothing i ever do is good enough for them and idk… said that twice oops

DAN – 1:24am also the other reason we can’t skype is because everyone’s asleep and i don’t want to wake them up. my dad would probably barge in and start yelling at me again >_<

PHIL – 1:24am He yelled at you?!

DAN – 1:26am don’t worry i was just being stupid and spilt water everywhere while i was trying to clear the table. i fuckup everything haha

PHIL – 1:26am You’re not stupid! None of that’s your fault and don’t you dare say you’re a fuckup ever again.

DAN – 1:30am i know, i think. get this though – i completely forgot about the mess and putting away the leftovers (literally mostly what my job is lol) and went to my room to cry so he told my brother to tell me to “clean up the mess i made”

DAN – 1:31am like i’m so dumb dad actually had to tell my bro to tell me so i got the message O.o

PHIL – 1:32am Dan…

PHIL – 1:32am Can I please call you? <3

DAN – 1:33am …fine. on skype? no video tho soz <3

Dan switches off his phone with a sigh and looks back at his laptop. It’s an old one and after twenty minutes of being on, it’s whirring dangerously. Dan is pretty sure it’s not supposed to be doing that, but he wants nothing more in the world to see Phil right now, so he dismisses it. This time, when he checks Skype, there’s a green tick next to Phil’s contact. And a new message.

PHIL – 1:40am Am I still able to call?

Dan smiles. He loves the way Phil always makes sure he’s okay with stuff. His sleep-addled brain can’t really form words to express how it feels other than warm, but that’s okay, because he doesn’t need that right now. He needs Phil.

DAN – 1:40am please.

PHIL IS CALLING.

Dan takes a deep breath and rubs his eyes a final time. They’re still wet and he knows they’re red but he doesn’t care that much anymore. He accepts, making sure to turn off the camera.

“Hey, Dan!” Phil’s sleepy but somehow cheery voice chirps as the pixels that are supposed to resemble Phil take up Dan’s screen. Phil doesn’t have his light on, but his face is dimly lit from his own laptop. Dan wishes he could see more than black and grey chunks.

“H-hey,” he croaks out, then clears his throat. He’s so quiet that Dan’s not sure if Phil even heard him. He did.

The pixels move around a bit and suddenly everything is much brighter, making Dan squint. When he fully opens his eyes, he sees Phil frowning worriedly. He also sees the colourful bed sheets Dan has grown accustom to seeing, Phil’s toy lion and the edge of his wardrobe. The familiar scenery relaxes Dan and makes him feel at home.

“You okay?” Phil asks.

Dan knows that there’s no point in lying, because Phil knows him. He nods anyway. Then he realises that he doesn’t have video on and that he’s gotten used to video Skype calls with Phil. Dan sighs, contemplating whether or not to turn video on when he remembers that Phil asked him something.

“What?” Dan says dumbly, before recalling the question. “Oh- yeah, I’m fine.” He says it in such a resigned voice that there’s no way Phil will believe him now.

There’s an uncomfortable silence. Dan watches as Phil moves around on his bed a bit, then open his mouth only to shut it again. Phil does this quite a few times before he finally says anything.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Phil’s voice is gentle. Dan is half-tempted to. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but at the very least, could you turn on your video? Just so I know you’re okay.”

Dan knows that if he does turn on his camera, there’s no way he can tell Phil what happened without breaking down embarrassingly, and as he stated before, he most certainly did not want Phil to witness that.

He agrees and clicks on the camera button, not before messing around with his hair until he decides that nothing can be done about the curly mess on his head at the moment.

It takes a few seconds for his laptop and Skype to process the request. In those few seconds, Dan realises just how shitty he probably looks. He had fallen asleep crying and woken up forty minutes ago, his hair is a mess, his eyes are red and his cheeks are blotchy. He realises with horror that he’s also just in his boxers.

It’s too late for him to back out now because the box with the three, maybe four, pixels that are supposed to represent him is in the corner of the screen, meaning Phil can (kind of) see him.

“Hey,” Dan says lamely, then cringes because he’s already said that.

Phil shuffles closer to the screen. “Hello,” he grins, easing Dan’s nerves slightly. “I can’t really see you that much, can you turn on your light?”

Dan almost slaps himself in the forehead right then and there. Obviously Phil can’t see him. “Right, sorry, I’m such an idiot.” He forces a laugh as he reaches over and flicks the light switch. The bright light floods the room immediately, making Dan blink.

Once he can actually focus on things without seeing spots dance across his vision, he turns back to Phil. Dan notices that he’s being uncharacteristically quiet, like he’s thinking about something. Dan doesn’t push it.

“Sorry about my lack of clothes. I fell asleep in the ones I wore today and felt gross when I woke up. I honestly forgot about it until now,” he rambles.

Phil laughs. “Right,” he grins, winking. Dan blushes.

“So, how was your day?” He cringes at how awkward and forced the question sounds.

“Pretty good. My brother visited and my parents took me and him out to some fancy restaurant. Although, it did end up in us getting kicked out.” Phil laughs again, making Dan crack a smile.

“How’d you manage that?” He asks, incredulous.

“Well, it started with us seeing a goose dish on the menu...” Phil continues his storytelling and soon, Dan forgets why they started the call in the first place.

-

It’s only when Dan starts to yawn do they realise how late/early it is. They had been talking for over three hours. It may not seem like a lot, but considering they had both woken up at one and it being roughly five now, they’re entitled to feel tired.

Phil offers to leave, but something in Dan’s expression convinces him to stay just a little longer.

“You know,” Phil says, out of the blue. Dan’s droopy eyes open slightly, so Phil knows he’s listening. “I’ve been thinking. We’ve known each other for a few months now and you’re like my best friend, so I was wondering if you’d like to come over sometime? I could buy the tickets if you didn’t have the money. You would also be able to escape your parents…” He trails off nervously.

“Mmm,” Dan mumbles, not really conscious enough to comprehend anything. His brain takes a while to process what he just heard, but as soon as it does, he’s suddenly wide awake. “Wait, are you serious?”

Phil nods while his hands fiddle with each other in his lap.

“Yes! That would be the best thing ever, I’d love to come to Manchester!” Dan’s smiling so wide it hurts, but he can’t bring himself to stop.

Phil lets out a relieved sigh. “Thank god. I thought you were going to say no.”

“I’d never,” Dan swears. He’s never been more honest about something in his life.

Phil smiles. “How about we talk about this in the morning? Well, later in the morning. You should get some sleep.”

“So should you.”

“Oh, hush.”

Dan’s the first to fall asleep. Phil admires how peaceful he looks for a few minutes before deciding that he should also go to bed. With a sigh, he ends the call and turns off his laptop, making a mental note to look into tickets to Manchester tomorrow.

A/N Got really emotional last week and started writing this. On a lighter note, I got out of first period halfway in and went to the doctor (dehydration, it was fine) yesterday so that was cool. (Pun not intended.)

Taking Care of Business

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS/TOS) Pairing:  None. Prompt: Requested by Anon - I wish you would write a fic where… the reader is Bones’ infant daughter and their adventures with the space family.  Word Count: 2336. Warnings: childhood shenanigans. Rating: All ages. Author’s Note: My second kid!reader fic.  The pet name Chekov uses, Сладкая (pr. sladkaya), is Russian for sweetie.  In conferring with Anon, I discovered that they meant toddler rather than infant, so I’ve taken the liberty to make the reader five years old.  I hope you guys enjoy it!

Taking Care of Business It had taken Leonard a little bit of convincing to get Jim to put in a good word with Starfleet in his favor; he’d wanted to bring you aboard the Enterprise for a month-long tour out in deep space while Jocelyn dealt with some family drama back on Earth. Eventually Jim had agreed and he’d really gone to bat for your dad, ultimately convincing Starfleet that they should allow it.  Of course, he’d had to promise them that you wouldn’t interfere with the doctor’s work, but once the reassurances had been made, they’d agreed. Now, you’re a member of the crew.  As a welcome aboard, some of the CMO’s nurses had gotten you a tiny purple uniform dress with a Starfleet badge with a heart cut into it on it and you’ve worn it every day.  You’ve become a part of the family already, though you’ve only been on board for a few days, and the entire crew adores you. You giggle as you sit on your uncle Jim’s lap with him bouncing you on his knee.  He’s sitting in his big important chair on the bridge and he’s told you that you’re in charge for the day.  Being the captain is a pretty big responsibility for a five-year old, but you’ve got this.

“Mr. Chekov,” you say with an excited giggle, repeating the orders Jim is whispering into your ear.  “Starfleet has asked us to pay the Fabrini a visit.  Please set a course for the Fabrina system.” Your Rs are coming out sounding like Ws, but your orders are clear. “Aye, Сладкая,” Mr. Chekov acknowledges.  “Entering the coordinates now.” Jim whispers to you again and you turn to address another officer. “Mr. Sulu,” you command.  “Punch it.” “I don’t know, Y/N,” he says with a frown. “This is a big lever.  I think I might need your help to get us going.” You practically fall off of Jim’s lap in your haste to get to the helm and you can hear him laughing behind you as you toddle over to Sulu’s chair.  He hoists you up onto his lap and keeps you balanced with an arm around your waist as he puts his other hand on the lever.  You reach forward and put your hand over his, your tiny palm barely eclipsing the back of his. “Punch it!”  You repeat, pushing on his hand. You shriek with glee as the lever moves with the both of you pushing it and the ship speeds forward, stars and planets blurring by the panoramic window at the front of the craft.  You bounce on his knee, laughing as he types some commands onto the smart screen built into the console. “Lieutenant McCoy, you’re being hailed,” Uhura calls from her station a moment later. Mr. Sulu sets you down on the ground and you rush over to her, nearly tripping over another officer on your way by.  You bounce up to the screen in front of her, standing on your tip toes so you can see who’s on it. “Hi daddy!”  You burst, waving at him, only the top half of your head visible above her console. “Hey darlin’,” he says.  “Are you behaving for your uncle Jim up there?” “Yeah,” you reply.  “We set course for the Fabona system!” He chuckles at your mispronunciation but nods. “That’s great,” he says with a wink.  “Sounds like you’re doing a great job!  Your uncle Jim might be out of a job if you keep this up.” Uhura laughs and your dad’s eyes flicker to her for a moment, exchanging an amused glance with the Lieutenant before turning his focus back to you. “You make sure Mr. Sulu has the helm and then Mr. Spock is going to bring you down to help me here for a while,” your dad explains.  “We have some patients to see.” You grin and salute him. “Yes sir,” you say seriously.  “McCoy out.” He signs off and as Uhura’s screen returns to a regulation Starfleet background, you giggle and turn away from the comm.  You make your way back over to the captain’s chair just in time to hear the doors to the bridge swish open.  As Mr. Spock walks in, you glance around at the crew assembled on the bridge and put on your best captain face. “Keep us flying, Mr. Sulu,” you instruct. “Captain, you’re in charge now.” The entire crew has to fight a chorus of laughter as you give them their orders, and even Mr. Spock seems mildly amused, though you don’t pick up on the sentiment as you turn to face him. Toddling over to him, you reach up to take his hand.  He’s considerably taller than you, however, so instead he picks you up easily, carrying you off of the bridge. “Where to, Lieutenant McCoy?”  He asks. You run a hand over his chest as he carries you, marveling at how much warmer the Vulcan is than any human who has ever carried you.  Looking up, you grin at the sight of his pointed ears and point to the turbo lift. “Medical,” you assert.  “I’m gonna help my dad!” Mr. Spock inclines his head in a nod of acknowledgement and stoops down so you can press the button for the correct floor. The turbo lift whisks the two of you downward and before long he’s carrying you down the hall and into med bay.  Your head whips around as you enter the facility and you spot your dad, pointing across the way. “There!”  You say quietly, knowing you need to use your inside voice down here. The first officer sets you down and you rush across the floor, heading for your dad, your feet pitter-pattering on the deck plating.  You throw your arms around your dad’s thighs as you near him, clinging to his side. He laughs, setting down the PADD he’s holding, and reaches down to ruffle your hair. “How are things on the bridge?”  He asks you. “Tip-top!”  You reply, pulling away to look up at him.  “Who’s my first patient?” Leonard chuckles and reaches down, picking you up and turning to head for his office. “First we’re having lunch,” he clarifies. “Then Nurse Jones needs a checkup, and she said she wanted to see you specifically, Dr. McCoy.” You bounce excitedly in your dad’s arms at the prospect.  It’s a really quiet day in med bay, and the whole thing had been the nurse’s idea. Leonard was grateful for the offer and he’d readily accepted it.  The nurse didn’t mind at all; she got to keep the most adorable little girl in the world entertained and got to spend more time with one of the most handsome men she’d ever met. You shift around as your dad sets you down in a chair beside his desk, looking at the tray on his desktop.  It has a peanut butter sandwich, a glass of milk, and some apple slices on it and you clap happily as he pushes your chair closer. You immediately dig into the food and eat quickly, giving yourself a case of the hiccups and earning an exasperated laugh from your father. Before long, you’re finished and itching to get to work.  You push the tray away from you and take the old tricorder your dad holds out to you from his hands, pressing some buttons on it, watching various different numbers and letters show up on the screen.  You don’t know what any of them mean, but you’re sure your dad will help you with the piece of tech when you need him to. You look up as the door to his office slides open and Nurse Jones walks in, smiling brightly and waving at you. “Hello, Dr. McCoy,” she greets you, turning her gaze to your dad.  “And you, too, Dr. McCoy.” You beam at her as she comes and sits down in another chair, looking at you as you walk closer to her with the tricorder. The instrument is large and your grip on it is clumsy, so your dad hovers right behind you, helping you support it as you point it at the nurse. “Okay, we’re gonna make you feel all better,” you say seriously.  “We have to check your temp’ature.” “Yes, doctor,” the nurse agrees. You watch as your dad shows you which buttons to press to get the right reading and some numbers flare brightly on the screen. They’re a little above where you’ve learned to count to so far, but you listen to what your dad is softly whispering in your ear and you smile. “It’s normal,” you repeat louder so the nurse can hear.  “No we have to check your heartbeat!” You go through the motions, giggling at the whirring noise the tricorder makes as it works and studying the numbers that pop up on the screen intently.  By the end of the check up, you give the nurse a clean bill of health and send her on her way after she promises to eat all of her vegetables and take her vitamins, which makes your dad really proud; he’s taught you well. “You’re a very good doctor, darlin’,” your dad quips, kissing your forehead.  “Now, do you want to go and try your hand at being an engineer?” Your eyes light up and you nod.  Your dad laughs and stands up, holding a hand out to you.  You take it and follow him back into the main part of the med bay, where you’re greeted by someone your own size. “Y/N, this is Keenser,” your dad introduces you.  “He works with Mr. Scott.  He’s going to take you down to engineering where I hear you’re going to help repair a console.” “Hi Keenser!”  You squeal happily.  “C’mon! Let’s go!  We gotta keep the ship flying!” You kiss your dad goodbye and take Keenser’s hand, following him down the hall, into the turbo lift, and down another long hall.  You finally reach the heart of the engineering department and Keenser leads you over to a console where you see a pair of legs sticking out from under it. “Mr. Scott?”  You ask. There’s a thump, a hiss, and his legs jerk before he slides out from under the console. “Hey lassie,” he says warmly.  “I’m glad you’re here – I can’t seem to be able to figure out this wiring problem.  I need your help.” “Okay!  What seems to be the problem, Mr. Scott?”  You query. “You’ll need to slide in here with me so I can show you,” he says seriously. You’re practically vibrating with excitement as he and Keenser help you onto a creeper and slide you under the console.  Mr. Scott joins you shortly thereafter and adjusts the light so you can see easily without being blinded.  He points up at some wires – color coded for ease of reference – and shows you a few that are cut. “I’ve gotten power back to the main part of the console, but now I can’t remember which of these ends match up,” he explains.  “Do you think you can figure it out, lassie?” You stick your tongue out between your teeth as you think, reaching up to touch the wires.  Mr. Scott had made extra sure the console was not receiving power before you’d arrived and so he’s confident that you won’t get a nasty shock.  You pull on the disconnected ones and bring two ends of a red wire together.  You do the same with a green wire, and again with a gray one.  Mr. Scott puts a pair of safety glasses on you and slips his own on and then solders the wires together before wrapping them up in matching electrical tape to insulate the gaps.  He slides out from under the console a moment later and Keenser pulls on your creeper, withdrawing you, too.  You laugh as you sit up and the oversized safety glasses slip off of your nose, landing in your lap. “Does it work now?!”  You ask. “We’re about to find out,” Mr. Scott replies, standing up and helping you onto your feet, too. He picks you up and holds you in his arms over the console, giving Keenser the signal to route power back to the machine. As soon as the switch is flipped, the console lights up and beeps a couple of times, signaling that it’s online and making you cheer. “You did it, lassie!”  Mr. Scott barks.  “We can warp on another day.” You spend the rest of the afternoon in Mr. Scott’s office with him, playing Go Fish with an old-fashioned deck of cards and drinking soda, which he makes you promise you won’t tell your dad he let you have.  Eventually your dad’s shift ends and he comes down to collect you.  You wave goodnight to Mr. Scott and Keenser as you and your dad make your way off to the mess hall, promising that you’ll be back again soon. Your dad lets you have pizza for dinner, but you have to eat some carrot sticks, too, which aren’t as much fun. Still, you eat them so you’ll grow big and strong, and before long dinner time is over.  You yawn widely as you tell your uncle Jim all about your big day and your dad decides it’s bed time The two of you make your way to his quarters and he makes sure you take a bath and brush your teeth before bed.  Once you’re curled up in your pajamas, he sits on the bed next to you and pulls open a picture book on his PADD.  It’s the story of a little girl just like you who grows up to be a captain, and you’re smiling widely right up until the moment you fall asleep. All night long, you dream of all the adventures you’d had the day before, and of all the new ones you’ll have tomorrow, and even in your sleep you’re excited for another day in space with your Enterprise family.

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Within companies there were powerful forces pushing people toward a single model of how kids are supposed to be an instant success, like YouTube or Facebook. Some of our competitors used C and C: Perl, Python, and Ruby. A big company that uses Suns is not interested in saving money and can safely be charged more. Most people, most of the ideas in an essay to happen after you start writing it, and so must people trying to write systems software on multi-cpu computers. If they aren't an X, why are they attached to all these arbitrary beliefs and customs? If you wanted to create a silicon valley in Germany, because you need more of them to ask if this was so. I did know about that, but probably hurts. The only people who eat what humans were actually designed to eat the foods that people in the 1950s and 60s had been even more conformist than us.

Many of the big companies paid their best people less than market price. And yet—for reasons having more to do with technology than human nature—a great many configuration files and settings. It was an artifact of limitations imposed by old technology. American university and removed the Jews, you'd have some pretty big gaps. It seems likely that something similar happened in exit polls this year. Users should not have to do it well or they can be swapped out for another supplier. But if you work hard and incrementally make it better, there is a downside here, it is likely to lead, because they only have themselves to be mad at. In Smalltalk the code is a sign, to me at least, but less bold. One day, we'd think of ourselves as the next generation of software? When it was first developed, Lisp embodied nine new ideas. The problem is not the usual one, which applies even when you know which basket is best. When it got big enough, IBM decided it was worth paying attention to.

We arrive at adulthood you get a new crop of 18 year olds who think they know how to run the world? One is that companies will inevitably slow down as they grow larger, no matter where you are. As one data point on the curve, at any rate, if you have code for noticing errors built into your application.1 VCs, but the dumb joke. No one who voted for Kerry felt virtuous for doing so, and were eager to tell pollsters they had. Desktop software forces users to become system administrators. The specific thing that surprised me is how one's perspective on time shifts. I mean a couple hours later. One of the most important sentence first; write about stuff you like; if you wanted to compare the quality of links on the frontpage of HN hasn't changed much, the quality of the median comment may have decreased somewhat. And that means other questions aren't.2

If they can, which is at least a precedent. What sustains a startup in the beginning is the prospect of getting their initial product out. At Viaweb, software included fairly big applications that users talked to directly, programs that tried to restart things if they broke, programs that those programs used, programs that those programs used, programs that ran constantly in the background looking for problems, programs that those programs used, programs that tried to restart things if they broke, programs that pretended to be users to measure performance or expose bugs, programs for doing backups, interfaces to outside services, software that you can use from any browser will be enough of a win in itself to outweigh any awkwardness in the UI. Web-based application. It's surprising how much you can take. By the time we were bought by Yahoo, the customer support people liked it because they could reproduce bugs instead of just hearing vague second-hand reports about them. That might be worth exploring. So what if some of the best hackers I know are professors, but it is quite true. As an illustration of what I mean about the relative power of programming languages, consider the following problem. Whatever the upper limit is, we are clearly not meant to work in groups of a certain size.

I was in high school have seen it. Work. The immense value of the peer group of YC companies, and I was even more convinced of it after hearing it confirmed by Hilbert. Over-engineering is poison. Some amount of piracy is to the advantage of software will be less and less pressure to use what are perceived as standard technologies. So if you want to keep them innocent. At this point he is committed to fight to the death.

But plenty of projects are not demanding at all. My second suggestion will seem shocking to VCs: let founders cash out partially in the Series A round. There was no Internet then.3 SUVs. Writing doesn't just communicate ideas; it generates them. Then one day we had the idea of her having sex even if there were zero risk of pregnancy or sexually transmitted diseases. And you know what?

For all practical purposes, succeeding now equals getting bought. Amazingly, no one will dominate server-based software will be reusable. I'd say it's hard to say whether the problem is more than 10x cheaper than ten, because a lot of kids grow up feeling it's part of their identity to be honest and industrious. This is my attitude to the site where it's offered. And if you can see your email, why not your calendar? With server-based software is offered through ISPs acting as resellers. If you're a hacker who has thought of one day starting a startup, things seem great one moment and hopeless the next. User behavior turns out to have selfish advantages. Even when there were still plenty of Neanderthals, it must have sucked to be one-directional: support people who hear about bugs fill out some form that eventually gets passed on possibly via QA to programmers, who put it on their list of things to do.4 In a job there is much more successful than Hacker News.

Notes

Einstein, Princeton University Press, 1981. Though you should prevent your beliefs about its intrinsic qualities. Type II startups, the more accurate or at least a whole is becoming less fragmented, and a list of where to see artifacts from it, and earns the right order.

Which means it's all the more the type of lie. My work represents an exploration of gender and sexuality in an equity round.

Japanese car companies have little do with the VC knows you well, but that's not true! If someone speaks for the average startup. No one understands female founders better than the 50 minutes they may try allowing up to his house, though it's a bad sign if you suppress variation in wealth in the sample might be a distraction. This is an acceptable excuse, but countless other startups, whose founders aren't sponsored by organizations, and help keep the number of spams that you can't dictate the problem, but definitely monotonically.

In 1800 an empty plastic drink bottle with a walrus mustache and a company that takes on a form that would have. It's sometimes argued that we should, because they can't legitimately ask you a termsheet, particularly if a third party like YC is how much time it filters down to you; you're too busy to feel uncomfortable. 01. Credit card debt is little different from technology companies.

Thanks to Geoff Ralston, Naval Ravikant, Jeremy Hylton, Richard Florida, and Jessica Livingston for sharing their expertise on this topic.