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tiikerikani · 2 years

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Last week I wrote (elsewhere):

for all the emphasis that finnish discussions around occupational health and psychology place on 'recovery' after work and on holidays, people sure don't like to be proactive about making sure people actually get that rest and listening to people when they say it's not working out for them.

i just wish people would believe me when i'm like this ??? i'm not making shit up just to be a drama queen???? i just so desperately need somebody to actually LISTEN TO ME rather than making up their own interpretations of why i feel so goddamn tired and sick of everything all the time

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because i am like barely a functional human being right now and i'm also burning all my money grasping at things to feed my psychological needs at the expense of my physical needs (also burning money for that, because i can seldom put my mind on eating anymore so i get ready-to-eat and restaurant stuff instead of cooking) and i don't want to be like this

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looking forward to seeing senpai helps me count the days but he can't fix this

He got the "barely a functional human being right now" message. (He was already familiar with my overall situation, which helps.) I hate that you kind of have to play mind games to get the help you know you need without bringing up the suggestion directly. So, like, you have to make things sound as serious as possible without outright lying about it.

It seems to be a usual thing, that when medical professionals know they're dealing with matters stemming from anxiety/mood (rather than something more...concrete like, for example, lack of sleep), they ask the patient "what do you think would help you right now". Sometimes I don't have an answer for that. But I had one now, especially because I had just had this very unsatisfying summer vacation: to spend time more like how I did over Christmas; it wasn't without its own worries and burdens, but I was at least able to get a modicum of enjoyment out of that time. (OK there was also waiting for The Mail keeping me in a hype loop but I didn't mention that.)

So now I have the rest of this week and next week off. Fortunately I'd only been back from vacation for 2 days so it hasn't been long enough to completely undo what little recovery effects there were from the last 2 weeks. It's not going to fix everything but should give me more time to feel like I've had SOME kind of a vacation.

I didn't go to bed again until like 3:30 AM, but I woke up at I think 10:30? I had forgotten to switch my alarms off so I had to be semi-awake to turn those off. I haven't done the thing for a while where I put the radio on when I wake up, so I did that, and a Vesterinen song came on a couple of songs later, so that was my signal to get out of bed.

So far today I've accomplished:

Taking my first shower in... at least a week? (I was not at all exaggerating about being a barely functional human being. I am just very good at intuitively hiding it outside of home.) I had a nice title for this post while in the shower but I've since forgotten it.

Applying spray fixative to a cloth-bound hardcover book that has metallic foil on it. It was rubbing off really badly already when I received it, and I've been keeping it in a bag. The fixative leaves an ever-so-slight cloudiness on the black cloth but you don't really really notice it. I'm keeping the book in the bag anyway.

Cooked and ate pasta

Messed around with making silicone molds and casting resin bases for miniature figures, the sanding and polish of which led me to

Vacuuming the dang apartment for the first time in I don't know how many months

(I think I) fixed a speaker cable

But most importantly, doing these things not feeling like I have to climb out of a well to do them. (Having to force yourself to do your hobbies kind of defeats the purpose of them.)

#personal #mental health #senpai can't fix this

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mychem1calbr0mance · 2 years

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Hellooo it is currently 12 am and I have written this lil oneshot of John getting Sherlock a lil gift, enjoy :] (no warnings, just 600+ words of these two being nice to each other lol)

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Gifts. Gifts were something that confused the detective. He supposed he could understand the idea of it, getting someone you are fond of a small (well, in some cases small) token of affection- but the factor of why is what confused him most.

Why waste your hard earned money on something that the person may not even keep? Why spend so much time stressing over what they may or may not like?

His confusion was especially heightened whenever his good companion, John Watson, handed him a medium sized white box, with a black ribbon wrapped around it, tied in a neat little bow.

"What's this?" Sherlock queried, running a finger over the rough fabric that was secured tightly around the box. Formal. Definitely not a store brand or cheap, John must've put some thought and dedication into this.

"Oh, um, it's just a little something I picked up for you today." The doctor replied as he hung his coat on their coat rack. "I saw it and it reminded me of you, thought you might like it."

Sherlock nodded, glancing up from the box to look at his flatmate. His lips were softly curved upwards in a smile, not one of his fake, trying-to-be-polite smiles, a real, genuine smile. He would never admit this out loud, but it truly was a sight for sore eyes

"Ahh, that makes sense.."

Sherlock turned his attention back to the pale box and began to unravel the black ribbon that sealed the box shut, untangling the loose knot at an impressive speed. Setting the ribbon aside, he lifted the lid off the box, and what awaited him was a pleasant surprise.

A lovely, certainly elegant, dark indigo scarf, with small black swirls embroidered along it for extra design. Again, very high quality- professionally made, worth quite a bit. Heavens, this was certainly worth a bit. Why would John go through the trouble of getting this for him, anyway?

"Goodness, this- this is lovely." He breathed, honestly a little star struck by the quality of the scarf. It was definitely a step up from the scarfs he had been wearing for the past few years, the material was a lot richer, and the embroidery was of good quality. "Thank you, John. But, I do have one question."

"Of course." John replied from the kitchen, already fixing a batch of tea for him and the detective. "What is it?"

"Why did you get this for me? It's of very high quality, and as far as I know, there's nothing special going on today."

"Nothing special?" The doctor huffed, gathering two mugs from the cupboard. "Sherlock, how could you have forgotten?"

"Forgotten what?"

"It's your birthday today."

Sherlock blinked. Oh. That's what this was about. His birthday- had he really forgotten again? It was normal for him to be oblivious of the fact that it was indeed his birthday, but he normally had some sort of awareness of it. A faint feeling, like an itch that you can't locate no matter how hard you try and it just wouldn't leave you alone no matter how much you scratched and itched at it.

"Oh! Must've slipped my mind."

John laughed softly, shaking his head with a smile. "Only you could forget your own birthday. Only you."

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(Bonus)

"Sherlock, are you ready to go? We're going to be late!" John exclaimed as he rushed down the stairs. Good Lord, how did he lose track of the time?!

"Yes, yes, I'm coming!" Sherlock called back, flinging his signature coat on. "Oh, where did the time go.." The detective muttered as he grabbed his keys, shoving them into the pocket of his coat.

Amidst all the chaos, John's eyes managed to catch a glimpse of something. Something indigo, with black swirls.

The scarf.

"Wearing the scarf today?"

"I wanted the chance to show it off." Sherlock replied breathlessly, adjusting said scarf that hung around his neck.

"You- It looks great. Matches well.

"Thank you, John."

#yeah look at me writing again woohoo #bbc sherlock #sherlock holmes #john watson #oneshot #drabble #fluff #very soft #what am i DOING with my life #can be read as platonic or romantic #whatever floats your boat #them <3

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bucksfucks · 3 years

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amorosa // steve rogers

chapter two: seal the deal

chapter one // chapter two // chapter three

chapter four // chapter five

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summary || after setting up a date with steve you fight back the urge to bail on account of your nerves. an agreement is reached and despite all odds, steve makes you feel relaxed and calm before you’re welcoming him back to your apartment after the night is almost over.

pairing || sugar daddy!steve x reader

word count || 3,111 words

warnings || financial struggles, sugar daddy dynamics, undefined age gap, unprotected sex, fingering, oral, heavy daddy kink, praise kink, size kink, dirty talk — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

You didn't know what to expect. You had never done something like this before.

As you rummaged through your closet, groaning at the struggle of finding something decent for tonight. You didn't own anything that would match what Steve was wearing, you barely had time to go out as it is.

Not to mention your financial situation didn't exactly let you splurge on the finer things in life, your phone screen had been cracked for over half a year. You'd been meaning to get it fixed, but you could never justify dropping more than a hundred dollars on something that still technically worked.

Your mind flashed back to when Steve dropped the hundred on the bar like it was nothing. Suddenly you felt self-conscious, knowing you weren't nearly good enough to be going out with a man like Steve Rogers, Vice President of Stark Industries.

Professional or not, people would be talking and giving you odd glances.

You settled on a comfortable, sleek pair of straight cut pants and a simple blouse. Steve had decided on a steakhouse, a steakhouse of all places for a single drink as he put it last night. Another groan as you slipped on the uncomfortable and only pair of heels you owned.

A simple black open-toed shoe matched your outfit enough before you grabbed your purse, slinging it over your shoulder.

The Uber would be here soon enough and while spending thirty dollars on a car ride to a place you'd have to try not to stick out like a sore thumb, the subway in heels just wasn't an option.

The entire ride there your leg couldn't stop bouncing, no matter how much you willed yourself to calm down, nothing seemed to help as you left the modest looking part of the city only to enter into an entirely different world.

Luxury brand stores lined the streets, expensive cars parked at their side as your stomach flipped at some of the sights.

You didn't fit in here, you were sure your driver was just as confused as you as they kept driving deeper into the city.

"Have a good night," he bid you as you thanked him, shutting the car door and letting the late summer breeze billow around you as you looked up at the restaurant in front of you.

Bluefin read in a fluorescent blue light as you shook your head, laughing at the ridiculous situation you were in. You pulled at the door, it was heavy and tall before a hostess prompted you.

"Do you have a reservation with us, miss?" She asked, eying you up and down as if she knew that you were a fraud, like you didn't belong; and she wasn't wrong.

"I uh, have one with Mr. Rogers." You stumbled over your words trying to sound as confident as possible. She nodded her head politely, asking you to follow her before she swiftly turned to lead you through the maze of tables.

You took in your surroundings, the dozens of chandeliers hanging from the ceiling to the gold plated booths and shimmering table legs. It was safe to say that this place was way out of your comfort zone.

"Mr. Rogers, your guest for the evening," she spoke sweetly, throwing you a small smile as Steve got up to greet you. He placed a kiss on each of your cheeks, the action causing your body to flush as his beard grazed your skin.

He smelled exactly like he did last night, though this time it wasn't as subtle. He smelled fresh and clean and you could get lost in those same dashing blue eyes again.

"I'm glad to see you again." Steve smiles, helping you into the booth before sliding in beside you. It was a very intimate space, his shoulder pressed against your as you placed your purse beside you.

Two menus were already placed in front of you, two glasses of water alongside a pitcher in the middle as you fiddled with your thumbs in your lap. Could he tell how nervous you were?

"It's nice to see you too," you managed to finally spit out as Steve smiled sweetly, he turned his body slightly so he was facing you, "this place has great seafood, I really recommend the crab cakes."

Your eyes lit up at the word food, you had been so nervous that it had barely crossed your mind. A waiter soon approached the table, "can I get you guys anything to drink?"

You felt like it should be you serving Steve, instead you just shook your head, "I'm okay with just water." You answered truthfully before Steve smirked.

"We'll take a bottle of champagne for the table, preferably rosé from 2012." It sounded like he was speaking an entirely different language. To you, wine was wine, if it got you drunk, it was good.

The waiter nodded his head, turning around to leave you both alone. You took a sip of your water when you noticed just how dry your throat was. Steve opened his menu and you followed suit before your eyes ran down the various dishes.

Everything sounded good and you heard your stomach grumble at the thought of the crab cakes and maybe even the butternut squash ravioli. Then your eyes ran to the prices, your heart palpated at the thought of them.

"Dinner's on me tonight, get whatever you'd like." It's like Steve had heard your internal monologue and decided to put an end to it. You were thankful for that, a wave of relief washing over you as his soft features made you feel safe.

"Thank you, really. I don't think I've ever eaten anywhere nearly this fancy," you joked, hoping the humour would absolve you of your awkwardness. Steve chuckled, low and deep as the waiter came with the champagne.

It was popped then poured into the flutes and placed in ice before Steve picked his up.

"To new beginnings," he spoke. You picked up yours, "to new beginnings," you repeated his words, gently clinking the two glasses together before taking a sip.

You had never been a fan of champagne, but this one wasn't too dry nor was it too sweet. It was light and fruity and soon enough you knew it would be enough to quell the nerves.

When the food arrived at the table, the conversation seemed to flow much more naturally. Steve didn't say much, asking a question and letting you answer as he got to know you. You found yourself sneaking subtle glances in his direction, admiring his side profile or just how close he was to you.

As the bottle of champagne was nearly empty, you felt much lighter as giggles fell past your lips. You had leaned into Steve a little more as the night progressed, his large hand falling to your thigh.

"So," the faint echo of your giggle was still heard as Steve's expression turned to a much more serious one. "I think we should discuss our… business opportunity." And just like that, you had sobered up.

You nodded your head as Steve cleared his throat.

"I'd like for you to join me for things like these. Dinner, company events, fundraisers, yearly ski trips to the alps, you know, the boring stuff." You nearly guffawed at his words. The boring stuff? A trip to the alps? Boring? You could barely believe it.

Still, you nodded your head, a silent sign for him to continue.

"In return, I'll take care of all your bills and expenses. You'll have plenty of petty cash, we'll call it," he smirked. "All I ask is for your company." He concludes and you swallow, taking it all in.

"When you say company, do you mean… " You trailed off, not sure how to delicately ask him if he wanted to fuck you or not.

Steve leaned in, his face inches from yours as he squeezed your thigh, "that's exactly what I mean, Princess."

The pet-name caused your stomach to somersault as your breath got hitched in your throat. You're not sure if it was the alcohol coursing through your veins or if this was just the effect he had on people.

Probably a mix of both.

Whatever it was, it caused you to wring your hands in his collar as you crashed your lips onto his. He didn't hesitate, not even for a second as his hands went to cup your face. The kiss left you breathless, spinning, and feeling like you were floating.

"Is that a yes?" He asks cheekily and you can't find the words, all you can do is nod your head before Steve is forced to drop your face as the waiter brings him the check.

You readjust yourself in your seat, one leg on top of the other as you close your eyes to steady your breathing.

Steve grabbed his leather wallet, pulling out a flashy black credit card and handing it to the poor man doing his job without any regard. You bit your lip at the interaction, someone with his money and power, it made the throbbing between your legs only worse.

"Let me drive you home." Steve whispered meeting your eyes as you nodded, "oh it's okay, I can just take the train back." You said politely and while you didn't want to, you sure as hell couldn't afford another Uber trip.

It's not like you didn't want to take him up on his offer either, truthfully, you weren't sure how you were going to react all alone with Steve.

You don't fuck on the first date, but for Steve, hell you'd let him take you in the bathroom of this restaurant. God knows it's probably better maintained than your building.

"Please? I don't want you alone on the train at this hour, you'd have me worrying all night and I don't think you'd wanna upset me like that." There was a sultry undertone in his words as his lips twitched into a smirk.

You nodded your head, "yes, okay, thank you Steve."

When you stepped into the now cool late night summer air a shiver ran down your spine as the valet went to grab Steve's car. You stayed silent, kicking a pebble with your toe as you tried your best not to shiver.

You felt Steve drape his suit jacket over your shoulders, "chilly night, huh?" He joked, as you hugged it around yourself. This man was full of secrets, secrets you wanted to learn to lock away in your own mind.

"Here you are Mr. Rogers, have a great night." The valet said, acknowledging you both as he opened the passenger side door for you. You slipped into the warm car, an Audi, you recognized the four rings on the steering wheel as Steve got in.

The car was quiet, city nose becoming nonexistent as he put it in drive.

"Where am I going?" He asked, pulling out of the restaurant parking lot and into the bustling New York City streets.

"Queens," you said, admiring the lights outside of your window as Steve chuckled, "no way, I grew up in Brooklyn." Steve commented as you turned your head.

That surprised you. A guy like him? From Brooklyn? You guess you should've known by his subtle accent, but it made you smile as Steve continued his way to your apartment.

"Well, uh, thank you for dinner, Steve. Really, it was the best food of my life." You chuckled as he returned your smile. "It was my pleasure, you're good company." He joked, squeezing your thigh as a new wave of arousal running through you.

You both sat in somewhat awkward silence as you grabbed your keys from your bag, clutching them in your hand.

"Do you maybe wanna come up for a cup of coffee? Or tea? I don't really have much to offer." You chuckled, as he smiled, “that sounds lovely."

Steve followed you to the front of your building, the old, paint chipped door creaking open before you pressed the elevator button that only illuminated on good days.

Today was not that day.

You tapped your foot as you watched the numbers descent until the L appeared on the small screen, the bell dinging. You got into it silently, the only sound was your heels against the stained flooring and the electrical whirring of the elevator.

Steve kept a respectable distance, his shoulder brushing yours as the elevator car moved up to the eleventh floor.

You stuck your key into your lock, jamming it upwards as you fiddled to find the sweet spot before you managed to push the door open, "home sweet home."

The apartment was small, a little over five-hundred square feet, but it was more than enough for you. You decorated it with plants and art you'd find at your local markets. It felt cozy and like home, but you knew it was nothing compared to what Steve was used to.

You didn't bother turning on any of the main lights, a small light in the kitchen was all you needed as you were finally able to kick off your heels. You dropped to your true height, having to crane your neck upwards to meet Steve's eyes.

It was in this moment that you realized just how massive he was. Broad shoulders and long legs held him upright as his now darkened eyes looked you up and down. You had forgotten all about the coffee as you felt his gaze all over you.

"You look stunning," he whispered, stepping closer to you. "Words just don’t do justice." He added, snaking an arm around your waist.

"Let me show you just how beautiful you are to me." He breathed, mouth close to your ear as you gasped, nodding your head.

"Oh, Steve, please." You whimpered, your hands going to rest on his shoulders as he pulled you flush against his body. You could feel him hardening through his dress pants, pressed tightly against your hip.

"Call me Daddy tonight, Princess." Steve purred as your stomach flipped before his lips were back on yours. He tasted like the remnants of the champagne as his tongue explored your mouth.

"Daddy," you gasped, his lips working his way down your neck as he pushed you further into your apartment. You yelped when he tossed you onto the bed, the moonlight streaming through your curtains and onto the sheets.

"That's my good girl, you're bein' so good for Daddy." His praise sends goosebumps over your skin as his fingers begin working on your blouse. You can sense the urgency in his actions, both of your hands having one goal in mind; remove any and all clothing.

You barely have any time to stop and admire Steve's build. He's toned, lean and fit and you already love the faint chest hair as he works on your bra. It's discarded soon after, your panties being yanked off before Steve's standing naked in front of you.

"Fuck," it's a breath that falls from Steve's lips as he's right back on top of you. His nose traces down your chest, his mouth paying equal attention to both of your nipples before his mouth is floating above where you need him most.

Neatly decorated hair covers your mound as Steve places your legs over his large shoulders, spreading you open in front of him as he lets out a low groan.

"Princess, you're so wet. Is this all for me? Is this why you've been so squirmy during dinner?" He smirks, his question rhetorical as he uses his fingers to spread your lips open.

Your hips are bucking, fists around your sheets as you whine. Steve's tongue is wide and warm against you when it finally connects with you. A lewd moan slips past your lips when he swirls it tightly around your clit.

The attention to detail is mind blowing, his fingers slowly slipping inside of you as he works you open. There's nowhere in the world you'd rather be than right here with Steve's face buried between your thighs.

"You taste so sweet, Princess." He hums, moaning around you as your fingers tangle in his once neatly styled hair. You tug on the locks, a low groan in response that spreads warmth through your body.

"Daddy, pl-please, wanna cum." You're lost in the sensation of his fingers scissoring you open, his tongue flicking tight figure-eights over your clit.

"Cum for Daddy, Princess, cum all over my face." He growls, curling his fingers deep inside of you, breaking the coil as your back arches off the bed.

You feel like you've just ran a marathon, lungs aching for oxygen, and he hadn't even gotten his cock yet.

"Hands and knees, Princess. Show Daddy your ass," he growls, flipping you over as you prop yourself up on shaky knees. You're mewling, wanton and burning to feel how his cock will fill you up.

The bed shifts under Steve’s weight as his fingers dig lightly into the flesh of your waist, positioning your hips as his cock nudges your entrance.

“You think you’re ready for my cock, Princess?” He taunts as you wiggle your hips against him as he chuckles deeply from within his chest before slowly sinking into you.

You both moan at the sensation, your warm walls gripping around him as he stretches you out.

“Takin’ Daddy’s cock so well Princess—fuck, feels so good.” Steve grunts, his hips snapping against yours with a force that has you falling face first into the pillows.

His one hand goes to rest between your shoulder blades, keeping you planted firmly against the bed as he fucks you deep into your worn out mattress.

Your moans are muffled, you're thankful for the position considering your walls are paper thin and you'd rather not have your eighty-five year old neighbour Darleen hear about the mind-blowing sex you were currently engaged in.

"You gonna cum for Daddy again? Make a mess over his cock, hmm?" He whispers in your ear, voice hoarse and gravelly as your toes curl and you're cumming again for him.

Steve pulls out, fisting his cock in his hands before you're feeling his hot cum painting your back as you're reeling at the aftershocks of your orgasm.

You're pulled out of your post-orgasmic bliss when you feel Steve cleaning you up with what? You don't care, you'd do laundry tomorrow, throw it away, all you wanted was to feel Steve's arms around you.

He falls back into bed with you, his gentle eyes meeting yours as he chuckles, "if that doesn't seal the deal, I don't know what will."

tagging // @jennmurawski13 | @nakedrogers

any and all feedback is always appreciated! <3

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justin-chapmanswers · 6 years

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I'm helping my (internet) friends make an object show, and I'm unfortunately not that confident about it, as we're all under 18 and don't have the money to really afford good quality mics or animation software. I'm wondering if you have any tips for people on a budget trying to make an object show for the first time?

Working under a tight budget is tough, that’s undeniable. I think the important thing to keep in mind is that having expensive utilities available does not guarantee success in the first place, it simply makes the process easier. Having the best equipment and software in the world isn’t going to do all that much for people who aren’t familiar with the basics in the first place. If you are incredibly passionate about this work, I would consider investing your money into equipment over time, but for the time-being take your time in that department and really focus in on proving that, as artists, you can make do with what you have.

I am far more interested in consuming media that is bare-bones in its visual and audio presentation but has masterful storytelling than the reverse, and I think much more of your potential audience will agree than the average person assumes. Know your story. Know your characters. Whether or not you will have full control over when your characters come and go (per your decision), it is imperative that you treat each and every installment as its own distinct collection of story and character arcs. If you set up your show in a manner in which you can play every detail out ahead of time, even better! Within an episode, an arc of episodes, or a full season/series you are able to construct interesting narratives in which characters are given obstacles: physical, emotional or otherwise. Especially in an object show you are given a set of obstacles, be it through challenges or the emotional burden of competition. On a budget or not, this is the heart of your show. No matter how the technical presentation comes across you can garner and audience through excellent storytelling. Anyone can do it with practice. ESPECIALLY you!

As for the technical department, itself, let’s talk audio. Back in early 2009 I picked up a ‘lil $10 Logitech microphone at Target and got started on my first voice performance (as Lakitu found here) and I wouldn’t say it’s all that bad. A little bad. Tiny bit. But it worked! Plug in a cheap mic, download Audacity for free, and you’re already well on your way. Audacity isn’t top-of-the-line, but as far as free programs go it works really well, and is probably your lowest priority for upgrading beyond if you choose to bump up your equipment/software. The focus here comes down to putting in a strong, meaningful performance as your character, working around your mic limitations through setup and Audacity editing, and being open to re-recording. It happens!

I’m going to skip over talking vocal performances for the time being (I can always return to that upon request) and stick the practical here. With any microphone set up you’re going to want to do as much as you can to keep your accosting integrity in good standing. What I mean by that, firstly, is recording in a location that absorbs noise. Typically being in echo-y locations, we’re trained to ignore our own voices reverberating (unless it is to an intense extent), so sometimes noticing whether a voice echoes in a recording takes a lot of focus. It’s often not as intense as an echo you’d hear in, say, a cave, just ever so slight to break the illusion of a character being right there on screen and not someone speaking through a microphone. This is solved low-budget quite simply in recording in tight spaces with as much sound-absorbing material as possible. The best option would be hanging up clothes, blankets, or simply recording in a closet- so long as it’s safe. (The higher-budget alternative is buying acoustic foam or utilizing, specifically, a sound booth.) Watch your recording program, find your balance of recording as loudly and clearly as you can while also not getting too close to your audio peaking (the little soundy wave bois not hitting the top/bottom of your recording strip pal). The audio can be made louder or softer later, but peaking is much tougher to fix back up.

It also helps to have any sort of make-shift pop filter you can get together. They’re foam or a screen that you can typically buy cheap that will catch some of the plosives and other weird noises your mouth makes without you noticing before they hit the microphone, which is very helpful in the longterm. And, if you don’t feel like buying them, I know Adam used a sock for a while early on and it worked just fine. Just throw that boi right over the microphone and listen back to how the quality changes. If it’s roughly the same, you’re in the clear for your early, low-budget project.

There’s also plenty that can be done in Audacity to set your audio apart from the rest. I’d say top priority is dealing with background noise. I’m not speaking to parents chatting or the house’s floorboards mysteriously creaking in the background (because that should not be heard whatsoever in your area of recording, listen back to a dialogue-less track of your audio to make sure none of that is coming through), here I am talking to the consistent track of buzzzzz or variation that will come across in any cheaper microphone. The world makes noise, some you can’t hear, and your microphone eats it up. It’ll be in the back of your recording track, and getting rid of it goes a long way. Here the simplest means of going about fixing that is to, at the very start or end of your recording session, record a solid fifteen seconds of background noise without aaaaany noises on your part. Listen back, grab just the few seconds of bg noise that has the most consistent sound without your breathing or other interference, go to effects and hit “noise reduction” (or “noise removal” in other versions), hit “get noise profile,” now highlight eeeeeverything you’ve recorded, go back to “noise removal,” start by setting your noise reduction to around 10-15, and hit “okay.” Listen back and see if that did the job, you may need to make the number a bit higher (I try my best to avoid the 20s). The job here is to use as little of it as possible to get the job done, as the more you use the more of a chance it has at diminishing the quality of your recording. You can also use “equalization” in this process, lowering or boosting very specific frequencies, if you are willing to experiment and get a feel for it. Some others use “compression” to get a much fuller-sounding voice, although if anything I keep this to a minimum and save it more-so for non-narrative pieces where a single voice needs to be dominant.

In the case of audio peaking, clipping, or any plosives/pops/background sounds coming through, you have to be comfortable with re-recording. Going back into your recording spot for a minute goes a long way for a product that you’ll be putting up alone for a forever. This also goes for potentially going in for a strong performance, but that is more subjective and up to a standard you must set, yourself. After that it is your job to bring all the audio from all characters together and balance all of them out neatly volume-wise, pace the recordings out, add in sound effects and music as necessary and balance them out too (a common mistake is making music too loud for the audience to understand what the characters are saying because the sound editor already knows what the characters are saying, so there’s a disconnect). With enough time you will have an excellent audio skeleton for your animation, even with a low budget.

I’ll be honest in that I am much less experienced in animation than I am in audio so I cannot offer all the advice in the world, but here’s what I can say. With the technology available today you are able to create a lot of striking imagery. Whether you use a cheap animation program (do people still use Anime Studio?), Powerpoint, or a more typical program acquired through illegal means (which I would not say here that I condone, but I am aware it happens and people do what people do), there is no stopping you from coming up with unique visuals. I think in the object show community people get pretty caught up in keeping up standard animation conventions, simply making smooth motions and a good frame-rate and making sure everything looks “professional.” That is a luxury, and especially when you are starting out it is far from necessary.

What you want when you are starting out are visuals that are striking. Creative. Memorable. You’re working in animation, the most fluid and fun medium out there! You can spend all day getting bogged down in the basics of movement, which can be important down the line, but what is unique to you is the style that you bring to the table. Make characters do what only animated characters can do. Make characters pose in ways that people can think back on in wonder. As an object show, think of challenges that make characters do the absurd or push them to physical limits. Inanimate Insanity does not get to hit on this often but it is something I value in animation. You can impress people with or without the best animation program in town, it’s just more trying. But far more rewarding.

So much of the magic of object show community is that it works as a training grounds. Create create create! This is the time to do the weird and meaningful things that you might not have an opportunity to create far down the line when responsibilities get in the way. It doesn’t matter in the slightest if your work is perfect, so long as you are creating something and getting it out there and, above all, expressing yourself- I am impressed.

I know that most of this has been more to general show production and not more specifically to object show production, but I think it is important to note that it does work the same as any other show. People will always appreciate good, strong stories, as well as the bare minimum put into your audio and visuals. Effort means the world.

You got this.

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GIVEN Characters

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Hello everyone, I wish you have a great day and a lot of success, today I'm going to talk about the basic characters in the band ( Haruki / Akihiko / Uneoyama / Mafuyu ), I wish you have a fun reading, and let's begin and talk about our beloved characters..

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[1̲̲̅̅] Rikitasuki uneoyama ┊力立すきウネユアマ

Instrument : Guitar ◁

Age : 16 ◁

Height : 175 cm ◁

Blood : B ◁

Born : 1 August ◁

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-_Guitarist • ギタリスト_-

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『 A talented guitarist in the band, he is 16 years old and is now in high school with his colleague "Mafuyu", loves to play guitar and play basketball and sleep most of the time in school, he has a sister named "yayoi" and has refined him well since childhood, he now has a special friend and his name is "Mafuyu sato" and uneoyama was impressed by Mafuyu's unique talent in singing, and became a lover of his beautiful, sweet voice, currently Uneoyama teaches Mafuyu how to play the guitar and how to become a professional in it, Uneoyama is characterized by his sharpness and interest in the feelings of others and his love for music , loves a musician ( Uk Rock/ Japanese songs )

Before uneoyama met Mafuyu, he was bored of playing Guitar and playing basketball, and no longer played melodies and music as passionately as he was at first when he was playing for the first time, but after meeting Mafuyu, he had a passion for music again, because Mafuyu reminded him himself when he wanted Playing for the first time in his life, and over time Uneoyama's passion for music increased with Mafuyu being by his side, and in the end Mafuyu was able to ignite Uneoyama's enthusiasm to play strongly again and join the singing competition when he was given the opportunity to hear the sound of his singing for the first time.

On the other hand, this strange coincidence that brought Uneoyama and Mafuyu for the first time was perhaps the best thing that happened in the life of these two, because they both - without feeling - were able to help each other and compensate for their past, Uneoyama gave Mauyu confidence, became a close friend of his and compensated him for his friend Old yuki,

As well as Mafuyu, he managed to recreate Uneoyama's passion for music and give him happiness and pleasure in playing and spending time with him, even uneoyama admitted to him saying in manga chapter 10 "Whatever we did during that time, your presence in it made this really fun." 』

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[2̲̲̅̅] mafuyu sato┊真福湯里

Instrument : Guitar ◁

Age : 16 ◁

Blood : AB ◁

Height : 173 cm ◁

Born : 28 February ◁

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-_ Guitarist & Vocalist •

ギタリスト・ボーカリスト _-

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『 He is a 16-year-old band singer and guitarist, in high school second with Uneoyama. At first, he was sticking to a broken guitar that was dear to him and didn't know how to fix it. But after meeting his classmate Uneoyama by accident. Fix him the guitar. Since then, Mafuyu has been chasing Uneoyama to teach him how to play guitar. After Mafuyu met Uneoyama. Mafuyu's passion for music began to appear By time . Uneoyama finally invited him to join the band when he heard the sound of his singing..

Sato is characterized by his beautiful lyrical personality and funny reactions, especially when he's with Uneoyama, and he really looks like a lost puppy! As Uneoyama said about him before. *How cute you are Mafuyu*, he doesn't have a certain musician who loves her, all he remembers from the melodies is the song he sang to Uneoyama the first time..

Before meeting sato by uneoyama, sato was alone because of the death of his dear friend and confidant yuki, yuki actually committed suicide because of the controversy between him and sato, in fact Mafuyu did not forgive yuki because of what he did to himself, but Mafuyu also can not forgive himself as well because The reason for what yuki did himself, Mafuyu, no matter what he did, was unable to express his feelings like others, even when yuki died, he didn't even have enough feelings to express what he felt when he lost it, but. Understanding little of those feelings is enough for Mafuyu..

Even if his pain is great. Even if the words, letters and singing are unable to describe the pain of his departure, even in spite of all that pain. They're just a few of them. And that's what Mafuyu later acknowledged when he started singing on the band's first show. And yet, i don't know what you're talking about. This is the only boy Mafuyu. That his father would have beaten if he spoke. Who lost his only friend who's supported him since childhood. Incapable of expressing his feelings in words. He has a friend standing next to him, and he's a lover, Uneyouma..

With Uneoyama's support, he was able to sing and express his feelings. Thanks to him, he was able to play the only instrument that his dear friend Yuki ever loved. Which became all that was left of his friend..

" Even if I don't have the words to express how I feel. Even if you're not going to come back to me, and I'll never see you again. I'll keep the thing you have always loved and take it with me wherever I go. I'm not alone. You're around me all the time.

All the time. I feel like you're everywhere. I'm not alone "..

Now Uneoyama is the one who gets by his side all the time to make up for this pain that Mafuyu faced after losing his friend yuki.. 』

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[3̲̲̅̅] Akihiko kaji ┊梶昭彦

Instrument : Drums ◁

Age : 20 ◁

Blood : A ◁

Height : 184 cm ◁

Born : 1 October ◁

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-_Drummer • ドラマー _-

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『 He is a 20-year-old drummer in the band, who is in the early stage of college, and at the same university as Ugatsu and Haruki, his current girlfriend, who will later reject yayoi.

- Sister Uneoyama - , has the talent of playing drums and playing violin as well, and has learned karate since childhood, able to do anything without exerting much effort in his performance, working in many functions such as (traffic officer / worker carrying goods / etc ), to the extent that Haruki told him in the end "Where do you find time to do all this? " Akihiko couldn't help but answer, "Do you want to know how?"

Akihiko, contrary to what is expected of his character and body, which the viewer sees for the first time, has a completely different taste in music than everyone in the band with him, he does not just like rock songs. He loves the songs of ( trip hop/ classic/modern/metal/melodic/ambient music) , and above all he is a music major..

At first. Before he met Haruki, Akihiko worked as a violinist and drummer, and after a year of a short conversation between them, haruki invited him to join the band, the band formed and Akihiko joined it, and it was like a miracle for Haruki..

But, on the other hand. Joining Akihiko gave them a lot of fun that he had never felt before, and he was no longer bored of playing with them, so. In one manga class, Akihiko confessed to Haruki, saying, "Thank you for inviting me to join the band, you saved me!"..

There's no doubt that Akihiko's condition after his parents left the house. And the passing of his only friend, Ugatsu, no doubt made him "lonely." But, you know, i don't know what you're There is no doubt that meeting him with Haruki and having all that fun by being with him and playing music compensates all his past pains and memories.. 』

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[4̲̲̅̅] Haruki Nakayama ┊中山晴樹

Instrument : Bass ◁

Age : 22 ◁

Blood : O ◁

Height : 178 cm ◁

Born : 13 July ◁

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-_Bassist • ベーシスト_-

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『 He is a bass player in the band, 22 years old, he is at the same university where Akihiko, he has a friend from one of the bands he joined before, but he currently does not communicate with her, but because of that - being a former friend of his - will happen Unlike him and Akihiko in chapter 20 manga, because she invited him at the time to join the band and become a supporter, and therefore may neglect his original band "Given"..

Haruki has a knack for dealing with others, and he is kind-hearted and tactfully and characterized by his modesty and simplicity of personality, which makes him loved by those around him and close to them - without feeling it - and Akihiko confessed to him in this matter saying "you're able to appeal to any one", for For Haruki, he is very personal in my opinion and is characterized by his interest in the thoughts of others and his consideration of their feelings. Especially his bandmates.- This will be very clear sometimes the scenes, whether in anime or manga - ..

He works in a restaurant as a waiter to get money for the band, and he's got the beauty of his long hair, which is why Akihiko's constant inconveniences won't end with this before he cuts it later. He'll tell him every time he sees his hair, "Your hair is cute!" "It's beautiful, how do you make it like this? . . " and he always sends his hair foolish, which makes Haruki confused and ashamed..

*Oh, my God, Haruki*

Before the formation of Given with Uneoyama and Akihiko, Haruki was just a Bass player and to support many bands, the situation was always constant. And he felt like a guest between those teams. Nothing new. Everything goes smoothly. And it ends and goes on. He goes from one band to another. And from here to there, until he met Akihiko on the street by accident. The look on Akihiko's face was cold and strange, Haruki looked strangely and said to himself "His eyes are cold. " ..

And when he met him by chance for the second time, he invited him to join the band, and from here. A year after the interview. Be a Given team from (Uneoyama/Haruki/Akihiko)..

Haruki was actually a fan of Akihiko, and the idea that Akihiko became in the band made him happy with reality, and the issue of fun days in the band, but it became after the arrival of Mafuyu and joined them - according to Haruki - "days really enjoyable as well, but also painful" ..

Haruki loves Akihiko but hides it from him, and with Uneoyama and Mafuyu around him and seeing their relationship with each other increases in front of him, it increases in pain.

- Because he can't do it with Akihiko -

*The person he loves*

Or he can't be bold and tell Akihiko he loves him, but. That changed later in the 20th manga class. Then the water returned to its course later in this matter in chapter 30‪..

Haruki actually didn't paint his hair for one reason, "his love for Haruki" was done to make Akihiko always around him, where Haruki said in himself one time - which he will say in the fifth episode of anime -

"I actually lengthened my hair because of you, like a lucky amulet I want to keep around me forever." Haruki's favorite musician is Japanese rock music, .., light pop music, cheerful dance music with slow tempo.. 』

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In conclusion, thank you for your good reading and I hope that my blog for today has benefited you, and I will see you in other parts soon..

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gobsmackapplejack · 7 years

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Doljanchi

Rated G, 3041 words, on AO3

“Going out hunting,” Daryl mumbles as he grabs his crossbow. His footfalls are a little louder than usual. Something’s bothering him, Glenn can tell. But sometimes he just has to let Daryl work out whatever it is by stomping through the woods, shooting things. Though, it’s not hard to figure out the source of his mood this evening.

“Okay. Mom is making dinner, so you don't need to catch much.”

Daryl's response isn't audible to Glenn's ears. Which may be for the better. Glenn's mom has been staying with them for a couple of days already, preparing for Kevin's doljanchi. Their little house can barely fit everyone. It’s only four people, three adults and an almost-one-year-old, in their tiny two bedroom house, but you’d think it was Glenn’s entire extended family or something, the way they’re hitting on nerves so close to the surface. Thank God Merle moved out awhile ago.

Well, he didn’t so much move out as announce loudly when Glenn and Daryl started dating that the walls in their house were too thin for him to be around on nights when Glenn was staying over. Since that started happening more often than not, Merle and his stuff became more and more scarce. Eventually they figured out that Merle had met someone, and miraculously, she didn’t mind him moving into her place.

They give Glenn's mom their room and put a full sized air mattress in Kevin’s room. It covers the entire floor next to the crib so they only put it down at night and have to lean it up against the wall when they wake up in the mornings. One frantic night Glenn woke up disoriented when he heard Kevin crying, jumped up and tripped so violently after running straight into the baby’s dresser that the mattress popped, sending Kevin into terrified screams. That was not a great night.

Luckily, Daryl was able to patch the mattress the next day. Too bad their nerves and tempers were not so easily fixed. Those took several more days to smooth over.

Daryl comes home with a rabbit, already dressed and butchered, which he puts immediately into the deep freeze storage in the garage. They eat the jajangmyeon that Glenn’s mom made for dinner that night. It’s Daryl’s favorite of her Korean dishes and Glenn isn’t ashamed to admit (though not to Daryl) that he asked her to make it, hoping to improve Daryl’s mood. Plus, the noodles are soft enough so that Kevin can eat it too. The black bean sauce smears around his mouth and makes him look like he’s growing a baby beard. Glenn takes a picture of Daryl holding him, with their matching goatees.

They get to bed early that night, to get ready for another day of work and preparations.

The next morning Glenn’s mom takes over the kitchen as usual. Even getting a cup of coffee is a hassle, the coffee maker buried behind bowls full of marinades and sauces on the counter.

Daryl leaves early for his work, without coffee, at the high school, kissing Glenn and Kevin and giving Mrs. Rhee a nod. Glenn has the mornings to play with Kevin while his mom works on preparing party food. Around ten Glenn packs Kevin up and takes him to the daycare run by Beth Greene, their family friend, on his way to work. Mrs. Rhee continues party prep and also makes dinner and baby food throughout the day. Then, when Daryl brings Kevin home from his daycare she spends the late afternoon playing with him while Daryl showers and cleans up, then joins them. When Glenn comes home they all have dinner together. Daryl and Glenn go through Kevin's night time routine, bathing him, reading his stories and giving him a last bottle before he falls asleep. This is their pattern through the week until it's finally the day before the party.

Friday they pick Glenn's dad and sisters up from the airport. More family will be coming in from Michigan the next day, the day of the party.

Fortunately for them, Glenn's extended family knows the significance of this milestone, and two aunties and four cousins on his mom’s side are willing to travel for it.

Holding it in Georgia, they figure the maximum number of friends and family will be there, which is their goal. Also, the wedding had been up near Michigan so having the party in Georgia seems only fair. Only a few people were able to travel to the wedding: Merle, his girlfriend Andrea, and her sister Amy. Luckily, Hershel Greene, Beth’s father, had thrown a reception for them at his beautiful farmhouse just outside Atlanta, so they were also able celebrate with their friends locally.

Mr. Rhee, Ada and Alene spend the day at the house with Kevin, Mrs. Rhee, but later in the evening Glenn takes them to their rented rooms at Hershel’s. The retired and widowed veterinarian had converted his huge farmhouse into a bed and breakfast after all his kids moved out leaving so many rooms empty. His daughter Maggie soon moved back home to help him run it.

Finally, the big day arrives. Everyone wakes up early. The house is so clean you could eat off any surface but Mrs. Rhee continues to wipe and polish anything she can get at with her microfiber cloths.

They've set up one long picnic table out back with tons of chairs. Finger foods and bowls of Korean snacks fill the center of the table. All the other available surfaces at their house, inside and out, are covered with food too; the dining room table, the kitchen counters, the coffee table, the wet bar and the hutch have bowls of the largest fruit found in the state -- mangoes, asian pears, apples, carved watermelons and pineapples. Plates and platters are stacked with ricecakes, sweets and cakes, and all the grilled meats, vegetable and banchan dishes Mrs. Rhee prepared throughout the week.

There is one small table on the porch that doesn’t have food piled on it, sitting low to the floor. It’s covered with a red tablecloth and on top are seemingly random objects set out on display. Glenn waves Daryl over.

“This is the Doljabi. Do you remember?”

Daryl nods but looks slightly unsure so Glenn goes into the explanation again. It should be easier to remember now that they have it laid out in front of them.

“Whatever Kevin touches first is believed to be symbolic of what will come to him in life. The pencil represents intelligence - it means he’ll have a good job. The gold coin is, well, pretty self explanatory, he’ll never want for money. String represents a long life. Food - your kid will never go hungry. Those are the really traditional objects. The rest are more modern additions. The stethoscope means your child will go into medicine. A ball represents sports. Books for academia. We didn’t put in a paint brush for artist - I didn’t think you’d mind. Some people add objects for politics or acting.” Glenn shrugs, since it didn’t seem important to either of them. “I'm debating putting my phone or laptop in for a technology career. But we have the pencil to represent, like, all good jobs. I don't know if I want to pigeonhole him into something he doesn't like. You know, us Asians and our tiger parenting. I figure we’ll keep to the more general fortunes.”

Daryl nods and crouches down in front of the table, tracing his fingers over the gold coin. He looks at Glenn briefly then goes to the bedroom closet and comes back in with the crossbow. Sets it on the table. It takes up all the remaining space, even hanging off the edge and covering several other objects.

“Oh, hey. Bow and arrow is actually one of the traditional items,” Glenn is surprised he remembers this. “It represents bravery. But then people didn’t like that in older times it meant that your child would go into the military - become a war hero or general or something. It’s fallen out of tradition. But, do you want it to mean bravery?”

“No. It’s...that our kid’s gonna be a hunter.”

“But. He’ll learn that anyway. Do you think he’ll become a professional hunter when he grows up? That’s sort of what that will imply.”

“No. It’s… It’s just important.” Daryl is staring hard at the crossbow, brow furrowed, rubbing his chin.

Glenn pauses before responding. He knows this could be a sensitive area for Daryl. “I don’t think my mom would like a weapon as part of the Doljabi. She’ll think it means he’ll grow up to be a criminal. Or make a living where he’ll have to use weapons.”

Daryl isn’t meeting Glenn’s eyes. It’s almost how he was early in their relationship: closed off, hesitant to share his feelings. “S’my kid. I’ll put what I want.”

Glenn knows when he shouldn’t push. “Okay. Um. Okay. I’ll- I’ll let her know.” He will. He’ll make her understand, because it’s important to Daryl. But he still has some concerns. “It's kind of big though. He might grab it first just because it's the only thing he can see. Or because he sees you with it but he's not allowed to touch it. Or what if he starts thinking he can touch it because we let him grab it this one time?”

Daryl grunts and picks up the crossbow. He leaves, though not in a huff or stomping like he had earlier in the week.

Glenn is at a loss. Of course he’ll let Daryl include the crossbow. It’s just...it's huge. Putting it out there with things like a pencil or a piece of string doesn’t seem balanced. But does that matter? If it’s something Daryl wants to be included in the Doljabi, would it be so bad if it’s so oversized that Kevin grabs it first? Glenn hears Daryl’s motorcycle pulling out and driving off.

He’s only a little worried. Surely Daryl will come back. He didn’t seem upset, per se. But there is something bothering him, something important enough to take him away from the party.

The guests start arriving. Hershel and Maggie bring Glenn’s dad and sisters a little early so they can help with any last minute setup. Beth comes soon after with her boyfriend Noah, and Kevin makes excited noises when he sees her. Merle arrives with Glenn’s two aunts and Andrea and her sister Amy bring the cousins from Michigan they picked up at the airport. Merle immediately heads straight for the coolers in the back yard with the beer, takes one for himself and starts passing them around.

College friend and sheriff’s deputy Rick Grimes and his new wife Michonne are the next to arrive with his five year old daughter Judith. His teenage son, Carl, comes a few minutes later with girlfriend Enid. Morgan, Rick's friend who then became their friend, arrives with his son Duane, and the three teens head inside to play video games.

Daryl’s work buddy Tyreese Wililams brings his girlfriend Karen, and his sister Sasha brings her boyfriend Bob.

Rosita Espinosa and Abraham Ford were a couple who were part of Daryl and Glenn’s drinking group, but once they broke up started avoiding each other. When they arrive they stay on opposite ends of the yard, but eventually start mingling with the group and later, grudgingly, with each other. Also in attendance are Eugene and Tara, more drinking buddies and Tara’s girlfriend Denise.

Aaron and Eric are there, friends Glenn first met doing consulting work for their recruiting firm. They hit it off and the two couples often hang out together. Glenn calls it their gay alliance.

Carol, probably their oldest and dearest friend, and also Kevin’s godmother, is last to arrive with her daughter Sophia.

All these people comprise their found family - those they came to love due to shared interests, location and circumstance. It's a blessing to be able to celebrate with them all.

Kevin, dressed in his hanbok, is carried around by Mrs. Rhee. She likes showing off that he calls her ‘hah-mo’ now. She lets others carry him too. He goes willingly, recognizing almost everyone as imo, ajumoni, or sam-chon.

Glenn tells people who don’t know, about the doljanchi tradition. How in the olden days in Korea, babies making it to their first birthday was rare, and so such an accomplishment called for a big celebration. He also spends time describing and explaining all the Korean foods, snacks and decorations.

Daryl slips in when Glenn is telling the kids about his favorite Korean candies, mallang cow chews. He goes into the house with a plastic bag under his arm. Glenn slips away from the conversation and follows. He sees Daryl opening a blister packaged toy. When he gets close, Daryl puts a nerf crossbow on the table with the other objects. It’s more reasonably sized and doesn’t take over the whole table like the real model had. The bright neon green will be very eye catching to a one year old though. He moves close to Daryl standing over the table and slips his arms around Daryl’s waist, hugging him from behind. Daryl doesn’t turn, only places a hand on top of Glenn’s and they look at the items together. Problem solved.

After the dinner of Korean specialties is finished, they ask everyone to gather around the doljabi table that’s been carried outside. Glenn’s cousins have set up a skype call on his laptop so the rest of the family in Troy can watch and cheer too.

Glenn gives a speech, welcoming and thanking everyone for coming, and for their friendship through the years, for being a part of their lives and more recently, Kevin’s life.

He explains the doljanchi one more time. Then Daryl sets Kevin down in front of the table, far enough away so that he’ll have to crawl forward a few feet before he can reach any items. At first Kevin is frozen, shocked by so many people crowded around, staring and cooing at him, but then he spots all the objects on the table and makes excited sounds.

Kevin scoots forward and gets a hand on the table and almost touches the spool of yarn but misses. He pulls himself to standing so he has a better view of the items. Glenn sees the moment Kevin spots the crossbow. His eyes light up and he smiles a mostly gummy smile, grabs the crossbow with its orange and green foam bolts. Glenn’s mom wails and clutches her chest and shakes her head. Everyone else cheers and claps. Daryl steps in quickly and swoops Kevin up, giving him a noisy kiss. Kevin squeals and laughs, still holding the crossbow, trying to chew on the handle.

When people ask what the crossbow represents, Glenn tells them about the traditional bow and arrow that represented bravery, and that he and Daryl want Kevin to be a hunter like his dad. Daryl smiles slightly at Glenn’s explanation, but never offers the explanation or elaboration of his own.

The party goes on until late, but Glenn and Daryl slip away to put Kevin to bed at his usual time. They are paying the teenage cousins to stay inside to keep an eye on him while the party continues on outside. They rejoin the party once Kevin is asleep, taking turns carrying the baby monitor.

That night, after the guests have departed and Hershel and Maggie have taken Mr. and Mrs. Rhee, Ada and Alene back to the farm, Merle and Andrea have taken Glenn’s aunts and cousins to the hotel in town, and they have cleaned up only the most pressing mess (mostly putting away the leftover food) they wash up and collapse into their own bed.

Glenn pulls Daryl in for a kiss, just a light, press of lips. They’re too exhausted for anything more. Not even much talking beyond a few murmured comments about the party, their friends, family, and Kevin.

Glenn rolls onto his back and closes his eyes, ready to drift off, when he hears Daryl take a slow, deep breath. It’s his ‘tell’ that he’s about to say something so Glenn opens his eyes and waits.

It takes Daryl a minute, then he starts in a low voice, “Hunting, it's. It’s...quiet. I found peace when I was hunting.” He stops, looking up at the ceiling, then turns to fully face Glenn. “It saved me. When things were bad with my dad I could go hunt. When we didn’t have a lot to eat. After the house burned down and my-.” His voice gives out and he takes a shaky breath. It’s the most emotion Glenn has heard from him when talking about his past. “When I figured out I was…different.” There’s the most meaningful pause Glenn thinks he's heard in their relationship. “That’s why it’s important to me. Hunting, tracking, knowing the forest. Knowing…yourself. It makes you able to survive. Self sufficiency. Not just surviving, but knowing you can survive. It’s zen. That’s…. that’s what I want for Kevin.”

Glenn nods, then takes Daryl’s hand.

“Okay. Yeah. That’s what I want too. Thank you, Daryl. Thank you for giving him that. That’s what he’ll have. That’s… yeah.” He reaches out and slips his hand around to the back of Daryl’s neck, brings their foreheads together. “I love you,” he whispers, and kisses him one more time, long and lingering.

When they pull apart, Daryl’s breathing is ragged. Glenn knows it’s a sign he’s overwhelmed, fighting his emotions. He also knows Daryl wouldn’t want him to call attention to it so he shifts them into a more comfortable sleeping position, Daryl’s face tucked into Glenn’s shoulder.

So he doesn’t tell Daryl, not tonight anyway, that that’s what he’s found too. Found it in meeting and knowing and loving Daryl. This reassurance that he'll be okay, no matter who he is and who he loves. The knowledge that he can take care of himself and his loved ones. This contentment with himself, his life, love, family and friends; it’s exactly what he would want for Kevin. So, yeah. The crossbow is perfect.

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Another way to make people happy. Actually, neither do VCs. Most people don't really enjoy being mean; they do it and you don't take investment, then competitors who do will have an advantage over you. Control of a company as rich as Microsoft. Going upstairs his bulk will be more of them to recognize and attract. Then for each ask, might this be true? And there are other topics that might seem harmless, like the Soviet Union didn't have a computer industry, it remained for them a theory; they didn't have hardware capable of executing the calculations fast enough to design an actual airplane.1 The importance of degrees is due solely to the administrative needs of large organizations.2 So the main value of whatever you launch with is as a pretext for engaging users.3 While refutation generally entails quoting, quoting doesn't necessarily imply refutation.4 Then it struck me: this is the thinnest of historical veneers. Riskier Strategies are Possible Risk is always proportionate to reward, if you can.5

Zooming out and seeing his current position on the disagreement hierarchy makes people less mean, that will change the way they want. What Make something people want is for startups, Pick the right startups. Another way to make a billion dollars a year worth of work, like acting or writing books, you can't make for yourself. It's what acquirers care about.6 Together they were able to give a demo of their live site. One reason Google doesn't have a problem doing acquisitions, the others would be more likely to close, so of deals that close, more will have multiple investors. The ideal thing might be if you built a precisely defined derivative version of your product for the customer, and it seems to me one of the 15 big successes, so that in retrospect it seems obvious they were going to spend the weekend at a friend's house on a little island off the coast of Maine. Fortunately we got bought at the top: the best design surpasses its predecessors by using new ideas, and the company seems more valuable if it seems like all the good ideas came from within. So many of the things I always tell startups is a principle I learned from Paul Buchheit: it's better to follow the opposite policy. The first time it raised money. We often tell startups to release a minimal version one quickly, then let the needs of all potential users.

For example, in the sense that the decisions are hard.7 The whole Viaweb site was made with our software, even though the latter depends more on determination than brains.8 Scientists go looking for trouble.9 But if wealth is the important thing, why does everyone talk about making money can make it harder to understand how to make the team, and his servers would grind to a halt under the load, which would make them unavailable to the people whose job is to judge them are going to have to pry the plugs out of my cold, dead ears, however. The 2005 summer founders ranged in age from 18 to 28 average 23, and there would be no room for investors to make money but to try to explain in the simplest possible terms what McCarthy discovered. As the fashion becomes established they'll be joined by a second, much larger group, driven by fear. To refute someone you probably have to quote them. It's particularly important to raise money is not when you need it, but if I had to guess now, I'd predict three or four of the eight startups we funded, we had several founders who said they'd thought of applying before, but weren't sure and got jobs instead. One of the founders said I'd read that starting a startup consumed your life, but I had no idea what that meant until I did it. The problem with patent reform is that it has to be in a situation with measurement and leverage. So ultimately we're aiming for the same reason I did look under rocks as a kid: plain curiosity.

There isn't so much at stake in his interactions with other investors seems the complementary countermove. The force of a refutation depends on what you refute. Is a way of saying, I want to do. He's a senator. But by Galileo's time the church was in the throes of the Counter-Reformation and was much more worried about unorthodox ideas. For example, it might be interesting to look at things people do say, and get paid for it.10 But my main conclusion from the summer is that there's more environment in the mix than most people realize. Contradiction can sometimes have some weight. Acquirers will also have to be. That tends to be slow.

Now almost every drawing teacher will tell you the company is small, you are thereby fairly close to measuring the contributions of individual employees. If one likes you, you become a member of an institution. In fact, a high valuation can be a bad thing. If we ever got to the point where startups can least afford it. You don't need to be in a situation with measurement and leverage. This article is derived from a keynote talk at the fall 2002 meeting of NEPLS. They do it because I don't like the idea of being mistaken.

But the founders I heard from aren't noobs or control freaks. Number of users may not be just something you do to survive, but may turn out to be a bit smarter to dominate Internet search than you had to be to dominate railroads or hotels or newspapers. The more labels you have for yourself, the dumber they make you.11 Once you realize how little most people judging you care about: how much you make, and you don't take investment, then competitors who do will have an advantage over you if they do it and you don't have to answer them. Trevor also appears as Trevino Bagwell in our directory of web designers merchants could hire to build stores for them. But there were no problems this summer. Like a lot of changes that have been forced on VCs, this change won't turn out to be as a startup, it will become less of a role as gatekeepers. I used to think all VCs were the same. Whereas companies that sue startups for patent infringement. It is not merely helpful in solving hard problems, but I think it will also be found to be true in businesses that don't seem to be created the way ordinary fashions are. They don't know what's hard, or what they're capable of. As with most nature/nurture questions, the answer is probably: some of each.

It's doing something people want. For example, if a senator wrote an article saying senators' salaries should be increased, one could respond: Of course he would say that. In the sciences, true collaboration seems to be a constant throughout history: In every period of history, there seem to have been a bargain to buy us at an early stage startup. It's getting more straightforward to get things started. This is not a fixed pie.12 If anywhere should be quiet, that should cause dramatic changes. Really hot companies sometimes have high standards for angels. Draw a sharp line between your thoughts and your speech. Stupid, perhaps, but not great. Fortunately there is a step beyond thinking of yourself as x but tolerating y: not even to consider yourself an x. Launching teaches you what you should have been choosing all along.

When starting a startup was expensive, you had to render display text as images. When you want something, you must have it, no matter how technically adept you are. Angels are different in this respect. Ditto for Wal-Mart. Great work tends to grow out of ideas that others have overlooked, and no one else has noticed yet. I think it will also be considered to have triumphed, as if that could be done for the asking.13 That's why we advise groups to ignore issues like scalability, internationalization, and heavy-duty security at first. It doesn't matter if they underestimate you because of some surface imperfection, because the best founders are better at seeing the future than the best investors are much smarter than the rest, and the Inquisition was a bit restive at that time. But the market doesn't have to be big, and it was otherwise a straight product sale. As anyone who has tried to optimize software knows, the key is measurement.

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The unintended consequence is that they could imagine needing in their graphic design. Ditto for case: I switch in mid-century big companies funded 3/4 of their professional code segregate themselves from the bottom as they are within any given person might have 20 affinities by this standard, and at least one beneficial feature: it might actually be bad if the sender happens to compensate for another. I realize revenue and not fixing them fast enough, the work that seems formidable from the rest of the rest generate mediocre returns, it's not the only reason I say in principle is that coming into office hours, they've already made the decision.

Some want to get to college somewhere with real research professors.

Do not finance your startup with a company that could start this way probably should. Something similar has been decreasing globally. In a project like a ragged comb.

Unfortunately these times are a different idea of getting too high a valuation from an interview, I'd appreciate hearing from you. A Plan for Spam I used to say no to drugs.

You'd have to follow redirects, and only incidentally to tell them what to do others chose Marx or Cardinal Newman, and that we don't want to be something you need is a facebook exclusively for college students. One of the bizarre stuff. The reason Y Combinator certainly never asks what classes you took in college.

I can hear them in their social lives that didn't already exist. I preferred to call the market.

Some graffiti is quite impressive anything becomes art if you were still employed in your country controlled by the time. Stone, Lawrence, Family and Fortune: Studies in Aristocratic Finance in the standard edition of Aristotle's contribution? The solution was a sudden drop-off in scholarship just as you can describe each strategy in terms of the things you're taught.

Most people let them mix pretty promiscuously.

MITE Corp.

Microsoft must know in the 1980s was enabled by a combination of a rolling close is to create a web-based applications, and the editor, which merchants used to reply that they violate current startup fashions. The Quotable Einstein, Princeton University Press, 1996.

I think lack of movement between companies combined with self-perpetuating if they were more the aggregate are overpaid. It may have been the general manager of a city's potential as a predictor.

But I think the main reason is that some of the growth is genuine. Which is probably a real poet. But becoming a police state. Sofbot.

I think the top stories were de facto consulting firm. Yahoo, but no more than serving as examples of other VCs who can predict instead of hiring them. His theory was that there is the only one. We try to write a subroutine to do it is still hard to pick the words we use for good and bad outcomes have origins in words about luck.

Thanks to Jackie McDonough, Trevor Blackwell, and Ron Conway for sharing their expertise on this topic.

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