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SW calendar Day 02
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Angstober Day 2: Anxiety
Twisted Wonderland Day today, with Azul joining us.
#angstober#angstober 2023#day 02#twisted wonderland#azul ashengrotto#azul twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland fanart#Digital art#made with krita#Weil draws
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100 days of code - day 02
Hi, Today I didn't do much :/
But I did something, I continued my studies in Rust, I'm reading the book that the own Rust documentation recommends, I'm on chapter 3 and read about variables and mutability.
Basically, the variables in Rust follow the same rules as other languages like C, with some syntax changes, but the major difference is that for default variables in Rust are immutable (can't be modified), and if I want to change its value I need to explicitly declare this variable as mutable. That's interesting.
While reading, I realized that I should use more constant variables when they do not need to be redefined, and use more unsigned int when I do not need negative numbers, sometimes I don't do it out of laziness O_o
Also, I learned about shadowing, that allows you to create a new variable with the same name as an existing one, shadowing it, and now the new one will be the valid. This can be useful sometimes.
Writing to this blog helps me to revise what I've studied though the day, I like it.
Today I did not have too much time (my fault), but I'm glad I studied at least a little :)
Sorry for the raw text hahaha, I'll find out ways to make it more pretty, but it can take while 😅, maybe some code snippets ? I just hate that tumblr markdown doesn't accept code blocks, that's unacceptable @staff 😭
> my github
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@angstober Day 2: Anxiety
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Daily balls post
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@fluffbruary
day 02 - downy
#fluffbruary 2024#fluffbruary#day 02#prompt downy#fall to rise#batb1991#gaston#prince adam#belle#original characters#post-canon divergence au#angst and fluff#beauty and the beast disney 1991#fanfiction#batb1991 fanfic
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You're Not My Secret
Dean thinks he's an irredeemable bad boy, but Cas knows better.
Suptober prompt: Pillow Talk
Flufftober prompt: “You've told your parents?”
Fictober prompt: “Nobody warned you about me?”
Inktober prompt: Scurry
(Read on AO3)
“I'm really glad you came over today,” Cas murmured, his lips flushed and swollen from the make-out session they'd been engaged in for the last hour.
“I'm really glad you invited me,” Dean replied, leaning in for more. Then a thought occurred to him and he leaned back. “We, uhh, haven't gotten much homework done, though.”
“That's fine with me, I finished everything I needed to do today in study hall.”
“So when you asked–”
Cas cut him off with another kiss, then broke it to smirk. “It was a ruse.”
Dean chuckled and wrapped his arms tighter around the other boy. “Baby, you're a genius.”
~~~~~
Cas had asked him at lunch.
“Do you want to come over after school today? My parents won't be home until late and it would be nice to have some company. We could get a pizza, work on our homework?”
The words parents won't be home pinged in his head. Dean imagined his ears pricking up like a dog's. But he was trying to be good around Cas. He was trying to be a good person around Cas, trying to shuck off (or at least hide) his reputation as a delinquent and a bit of a slut.
It was a reputation he'd earned fair and square. For the last couple of years he'd been struggling through a haze of grief and rage over his mom's death, his dad's descent into the bottle, the responsibilities that got dropped onto his back in the absence of an involved parent. His brother turned burden, his father turned living ghost, Dean had acted out, a lot. He'd talked some smack, he'd smashed some shit, he'd fucked around, he'd grabbed on to whatever he could find that could numb the pain of his life for a moment.
This year, though, his senior year, he's been trying to change. Things at home were finally getting better. His dad had met a very nice woman named Kate, and with her support he'd stopped hanging out with Jim Beam and Johnny Walker every night. Sam was old enough to take care of himself, and he even helped out around the house now, despite Dean's protests that he should be out enjoying his high school years.
“I've got plenty of time to enjoy my high school years,” he'd reply each time, deploying bitch face #47. “Maybe you should go enjoy what's left of yours.”
~~~~~
So when Cas – gorgeous, smart, sweet, funny, amazing Cas – had asked him over for pizza and homework, he'd sworn to himself that there would be nothing happening except pizza and homework. He'd keep his hands to himself. He'd be good.
When Cas had leaned in to kiss him ten minutes after they'd started working on their calculus, he'd been so stunned he almost hadn't kissed back.
He'd gotten over his shock quickly, though, and started giving back as good as he was getting. He'd gotten a few more surprises after that, such as finding out that Cas was a toppy bastard with a talented tongue, and the noises he made when Dean tugged lightly on his hair while they kissed brought goosebumps up all along Dean's arms.
Dean had sucked a hickey low on Cas's throat, and Cas had returned the favor threefold. Hands had wandered up under shirts, and Dean had been delighted to discover how sensitive Cas's nipples were. He'd made sure that all their action had stayed above the belt, though, determined to keep at least the spirit of his promise to be a better man for Cas. It had been enough for both of them, anyway, just kissing and tasting and touching.
Eventually, mouths sore and hair thoroughly mussed, they'd cuddled up on the couch with a bowl of popcorn. A movie played quietly on the TV, but neither of them paid it any attention, focused as they were on soft pillow talk and the warmth between their bodies.
When a pair of car doors slammed outside, Dean immediately stiffened and half-stood, looking for a place to hide. Cas wrapped his arms around the boy, tugging him back down beside him.
“You don't need to scurry out the back door under cover of darkness. It's no secret that you're here,” he said, pecking a quick kiss to one of the love bites on Dean's neck.
“It's– You've told your parents? About me?”
“Of course.”
Dean was flabbergasted. “They know we're... Whatever we are?” he asked weakly.
“They know I like you, that I've wanted to ask you out for a while now. They know you were coming over today.”
His tone was matter-of-fact, like he wasn't rocking the foundations of Dean's worldview. “Does... anyone else know?” he asked.
The boy shrugged. “My sister. She's away at college now but we talk a lot. My friends all know.”
“Nobody warned you about me?”
Cas rolled his eyes at that. “Everybody warned me about you. I prefer to make my own judgments based on my own experiences, however. Everyone says you're a 'bad boy' but that's not what I see in you.”
Dean was scared to ask, but he had to know. “What do you see in me, Cas?”
A gummy smile lit up Cas's beautiful face. “I see a strong heart. I see a generous spirit. I see someone who's smarter than he realizes, kinder than he admits, and not as funny as he believes. I see a good man, Dean. A man I'd like to get to know better.”
Struck almost speechless, and flushed with first love, Dean countered limply, “Um, right back atcha, sweetheart. All of it.”
Cas pecked one more quick kiss to his lips and ran a hand through Dean's tousled hair. “I think you look fantastic like this,” he purred, “but maybe you should go freshen up a little before you come meet my parents, okay? I want them to be as impressed with my boyfriend as I am.”
Dean nodded dumbly, dopey grin on his face, and shuffled off to the bathroom to fix his hair.
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Summary: Recovering after the disaster of Ruhenheim, Lunge must choose who to list as an emergency contact.
My second ficlet for @flufftober 🎃 The prompt for Day 2 was: Family, Friends, Loved Ones
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Day 02
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home? (a search for bluer skies)
Here's the second one in the TTDP series, hope you like it <3
Context: In honour of this week being “THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT” week, I'm writing a poem a day until April 19th 🤍
P.S. Don't forget to like/reblog, and please don't repost without my permission on this platform or any other social media platforms!
[ poem one here 🪶 ]
[ poem three here 🪶 ]
[ poem four here 🪶 ]
[ poem five here 🪶 ]
#taylor swift#war#my poem#original poem#poetic#poems on tumblr#THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT#TTPD#poetry#day 02#aesthetic#swifties#light academia#anti war#human rights#peace#love conquers all#writers on tumblr#creative writing
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You’ve Told Your Parents ?
My Flufftober 2022 contribution for the prompt : “You’ve told your parents?”.
I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.
Summary : “You’ve told your parents?”
Boruto shouted.Sarada winced. She had the impression that everyone at the Thunder Burger was looking at them. She had expected this kind of reaction.
Disclaimer : Naruto and Boruto : Naruto Next Generations belong to Masashi Kishimoto, Ukyo Kodachi and Mikio Ikemoto.
@flufftober
AO3 / FF.NET
“You’ve told your parents?” Boruto shouted.
Sarada winced. She had the impression that everyone at the Thunder Burger was looking at them. She had expected this kind of reaction.
“I had no choice,” she said. “Ino saw us and told my mother.”
Sarada and Boruto had been a couple for four months. After years of friendship, this new relationship was both wonderful and terrifying. At the beginning they had a lot of questions. Where was this relationship going ? Would they still be friends if they broke up ? They had decided to keep this relationship secret. They did not want anyone interfering or making comments. And even if Boruto had never told Sarada about it, he was afraid of Sasuke's reaction. He was his mentor, he admired him and respected him, but he could be very scary. Especially when it came to Sarada. She was his daughter and he would do anything to protect her. Even if it meant getting rid of her boyfriend. Sarada saw his embarrassment. She gently put her hand over his.
“We knew it was going to happen someday. Don't worry, everything will be fine.”
Boruto nodded, not really convinced.
******
Boruto went to the training ground where Sasuke was waiting for him. He swallowed hard, dreading what was about to happen. He looked at his sensei carefully, but it was impossible for him to know what he was thinking.
“There you are at last,” Sasuke said. “Let's start.”
Boruto thought his time was near.
As usual the training was intense. During all this time, Sasuke had not once mentioned Sarada. At the end of training, Boruto was exhausted. He was trying to catch his breath when Sasuke said :
“I know about you and Sarada.”
Boruto froze. It was time. He closed his eyes, hoping that Sasuke would hurry to finish him.
“Although I must admit that at first I didn't like the idea, I know that you will protect Sarada and that you will make her happy. I couldn't have hoped better for my daughter.”
Boruto opened his eyes wide. He had never heard Sasuke speak like that. His words had touched him. He had always loved Sarada and he would do anything to make her happy.
“But if I find out you hurt her, I'll kill you. Do I make myself clear ?”
The young Uzumaki nodded. He did not lower his gaze, wanting to show how much Sarada meant to him and that he would rather die than make her suffer. Sasuke left. Boruto felt his legs give out and he fell to the ground. All the tension he felt had just disappeared and he found himself unable to stand up.
After a while, he felt the strength in his legs return. He headed for the park where Sarada was waiting for him. As soon as he saw her, he rushed to her and hugged her. Usually they were careful not to show public displays of affection, but this time he did not care. He needed to have her in his arms.
“How did it go ?” she asked.
“Surprisingly, better than I expected.”
Boruto moved away slightly and smirked.
“Do you know what that means ? You're gonna have to talk to my dad.”
Sarada blanched. How could she tell the Hokage, who was her role model, about her relationship with his son ?
“What... But...”
“I faced your father, now it's your turn to talk to mine. At least you know he loves you and will welcome you with open arms.”
Boruto caught himself from laughing at Sarada's terrified look on her face. He kissed her, telling her that no matter what happened, they would face it together.
The end
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I knew I should be excited, and maybe it is still fun. And yes I found myself sitting down fiddling with the rabbit ears that had once been on my head. My heart ached. This holiday that reminded me so much if Easter, a holiday for family, as well as a religious day that I did acknowledge as a follower of Christianity. Sighed deeply. And I buried my head in my arms the ears set off to the side as I did my best to rein in my emotions that wanted to spill over.
After holidays like this was spent with the family having a barbecue and enjoying food, while yeah i had gotten to old for egg hunt, and present were given to those younger form the older group. And after all that there was some friendly gambling on Mexican bingo aka Loterìa. And after that everyone one will go home with left overs and feeling a bit lighter. Or at least I would, like some uneasiness that I hadn't realized was their would be gone. Which was saying a lot since I normally hate people.
I sighed again as I felt tears spill from my eyes. Thankfully they couldn't be seen. Maybe the reason it hurts is because the safety net is gone? Their is no one to help me when I need it? That should I fall their would be no one to reach out to save me? I could feel my throat tighten. After all I've lived long enough to know that the only ones who have stay are those whose blood I share and who I have a deep connection to. For no one else has stay beside me no mater how much I try to hold onto.
My heart ached and I felt more tears spilling down my face when a thought I sense something but ingored it only to feel a hand touch my shoulder causing me to flinch, and I than quickly stighten myself to look at who had dare to touch me only to see a familiar face.
"Oh! Um?" My barin taking a moment to recall before it put the prices together and spoke to said figure "Hello miss spade." Honestly had no idea where she came from, but perhaps she wanted to know where duece was? Which would make sense given they are related.
"If you're looking for duece, I saw him a while ago heading that way...." I pointed where I had lost saw the teen since I hadn't really been paying attention for a while. "But I was just resting so I didn't see where he went after that."
If anything all the guys are most likely having fun. Which isn't a bad thing, but a reminder how unneeded I am. How the world still turns without me.
"No, I wasn't looking for duece... at least not yet, I just finished delivering a package and I saw you, and it looked like you needed someone to talk to is all."
I frowned at that and looked to the woman who did in fact seemed concerned. And while I could lie, I wasn't sure if I could get away with it. "I... I'm fine." It was the usual remark that every woman knows. And it seems duece's mom knew it well. Made me sort of glad that at least somethings never changed.
"I see...." there was a sigh and I wonder what this woman would do since I didn't really know her, and sure I am a bit of a chatter box and a bit of a open book not to worried to talk about a lot of my life there are somethings I won't do and I definitely want talk to a stranger about said things.
After whst seemed like forever I looked off to where I had last seen the guys dissappear, I begin to wonder if I should wash my face and than pertented nothing was wrong and make sure grim isn't causing any trouble.
"I may be butting in, but I know if you need to talk there is always and open ear, even if you don't think their is."
I looked back to the woman my frown seeming to deepen. Since I do understand where she is coming from and it might be advice I would say to others. But this is beyond different. So I sighed and nodded. "Alirght, and thank you."
I got up and gave a small wave before grabing the ears and returning them to my head. After all who could I even talk about missing my family? Maybe Horton? Trey? And maybe duece? But not his mother or anyone else since I'm sure no one else would care or even know how to respond to it.
Another sigh left me and knew the best bet at least for now is to bury my feelings deep down till I can find an outlet later. And with that I ran to hope for the best.
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Duckvember: Corny Duck
"We ain't toyin' around with you, now scram!"
The funhouse level of Cuphead has a lot of fun imagery, and quite naturally I was smitten by the duck enemies.
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From Russia With Love (1963)
Starring:
Sean Connery, Pedro Atmendáriz, Lotte Lenya, Robert Shaw, Bernard Lee, Daniela Bianchi
Directed By:
Terence Young
Genre:
Action/Thriller
Rating:
PG
Run Time:
1 hour 58 Minutes
Release Date:
10 October 1963 (London, premiere)
11 October 1963 (United Kingdom)
27 May 1964 (United States)
Synopsis:
Agent 007 (Sean Connery) is back in the second installment of the James Bond series, this time battling a secret crime organization known as SPECTRE. Russians Rosa Klebb (Lotte Lenya) and Kronsteen are out to snatch a decoding device known as the Lektor, using the ravishing Tatiana (Daniela Bianchi) to lure Bond into helping them. Bond willingly travels to meet Tatiana in Istanbul, where he must rely on his wits to escape with his life in a series of deadly encounters with the enemy.
#27 days of james bond#007#27 days of 007#james bond#james bond 007#from russia with love#sean connery#pedro armendáriz#lotte lenya#robert shaw#bernard lee#daniela bianchi#terence young#day 02
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