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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 (kr7) 𝐱𝐨 ୧˚
★ requested﹕yes/no
— summary﹕in which you share chocolate, childhood memories and maybe a few kisses
— warnings﹕another shit ton of pure fluff, crying but not necessarily angst, google translated finnish, probably not well proof read, kissing (gagg!!), childhood best friends to lovers, family friends, use of 'y/n,' tell me if there's any i missed!!
— pairing﹕kimi raikkonen 7 x reader
— w/c﹕600+
★ start a/n﹕hihii! second fic with my fav retired driver. i srsly dont see enough fics with him, so i decided to try to write my own. im so busy with schoolwork n i should be doin it rn buuuuuuuut i couldn't get this idea out of my head 🤭🤭
౨ৎ 𝑫𝑻 (tag list) ;; none yet but open :)
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౨ - 6 yrs old - ৎ
Little Kimi stood over you as you cried on the floor of your bedroom after you hurt your hand from drawing.
"Y/n?" Kimi crossed his arms.
You sniffle, trying to stop the tears. "..yes, Kimi?"
"Do you like Kit Kats?" You nod in answer, a little confused as to why he might be asking that.
Kimi takes out something from his pocket. "Have a Kit Kat." He takes off the wrapper, breaking the Kit Kat in half. He offers one Kit Kat piece to you. You hesitate before taking the Kit Kat, giving it a small bite.
Kimi sits in front of you in a criss-cross, placing his Kit Kat on the wrapper that layed on the floor next to him. He takes your hurt hand, giving it a little kiss. You wipe your tears with a smile.
"Better?" Kimi asks, a little softer in tone this time.
"Better." You nod, smiling widely. Kimi gives you a small smile, taking a bite of his Kit Kat.
౨ - 11 yrs old - ৎ
You watched from the sofa as Kimi walked into the pantry after a long day of karting. He came out with an unwrapped Kit Kat in his hand.
"Hi, Kimi-Kat." You say, going back to watching the TV.
Kimi tilts his head at you, visibly confused, his eyebrows furrowed. "'Kimi-Kat,' huh?" He asks curiously, in his usual monotone voice.
"Your favourite chocolate, Kit Kat + Kimi = Kimi-Kat!" You giggle from your seat.
You couldn't see it, but Kimi smiled. "Only you're allowed to call me that, then."
౨ - 22 yrs old - ৎ
Kimi throws off his racing suit as he enters your room, shutting the door behind him. You look up from your book as you sat on your bed.
"Bad race?" You ask softly, patting the seat next to you. Kimi flops down next to you.
"Yeah." He mumbled in response, looking at the ceiling as he layed on the bed.
You take something from your snack stash, taking the wrapper and cracking the chocolate in half. "Have a Kit Kat."
Kimi looks at you, then the chocolate in your hand. He gives you a small smile.
"What?" You look at him curiously, the Kit Kat pieces still held out in your hand. "I'll take both pieces if you don't want it. You always give me Kit Kats when I have a bad day. I should return the favour."
Kimi's small smile turns into a grin. He doesn't say anything, but he takes one Kit Kat piece and bites it. You smile at him, placing a bookmark in your book and putting it on your bedside table.
"Better?" You ask softly.
"Mm." He responds, finishing his Kit Kat.
You raise your eyebrows. "What's that supposed to mean, Kimi-Kat?"
"I'm better. Ish." He shrugs.
"Kimiiii, what can I do to make it better?" You furrow your eyebrows, pushing some of his hair so you can see his face.
"A kiss."
A kiss?
You can't help but blush.
"Does the look on your face mean I can't get a kiss and my day can't get better?" Kimi smirks at you.
"Asshole. C'mere, Kimi-Kat." You wrap your arms around his neck, your lips meeting in a gentle manner.
Kimi grins against your lips, placing his arms around your waist as he let's you tackle him.
His tongue slides in, both of you tasting the sweet chocolate on eachothers lips.
A few moments later, you pull apart, looking into eachothers eyes. "I love you as much as I love Kit Kats." You giggle.
"I love you as much as anything, kultaseni." Kimi responds with a happy sigh. 'sweetheart'
chocolate love ; fin.
☆ end a/n﹕working on a better cover for fics once im free of school work! have a good day/night, angels <3
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yang jungwon as a bad boy
📎 how you got close to the notoriously known for being a bad boy, yang jungwon.
📎 genre : fluff // unedited
- you both had comp class & happened to be placed in the same group.
- fortunately you were in the same group as your girl best friend & she happens to be good friends with the 2 males in your group, one of them being, yang jungwon, the bad boy and other being, bang junhyuk (aka win).
- he looked scary but your friend told you that he was not that bad like those rumors circulating around.
- everything was going fine, you were sitting beside your friend & junhyuk.
- however she was getting on your nerve. it sounded ridiculous but she was googling your full name on the internet. (we all do that)
- you complained to junhyuk which he only responded with a laugh. adding on to your nightmare, he decided to google "is y/n a duck?" before going back to play geoguesser (—.—)
- meanwhile everything was happening between the three of you, jungwon couldn't help can overheard the conversation. he smiled but thank god the mask covered the lower half his face.
- you huffed your cheeks in frustration before moving on to sit the opposite side of the table with jungwon.
- he raised his brows at you before continuing to "do" his work on the comp.
- you looked over to his comp to only see him on y8, playing a bus driving game.
- picking up the courage you called him out.
- "yah jungwon, you are suppose to do your work", you leaned over to watch him play the game.
- he chuckled before continuing to play the game. "I finished my part, have you finished yours?", he asked. you nodded your head.
- "are you really that interested in buses?", you leaned against your chair.
- "not really, anyways this is you", he spoke pointing to the girl who had just entered the bus in the game. "what!? that's a little girl!", you exclaimed. he laughed before patting your head.
- "this is you and you're taking bus (no.) home", he spoke.
- you looked at him stun. it was the bus you always broad home after school but how did jungwon know if he always took the train back.
- "how did you know?"
- "you stay near (place) & how I know? that's a secret", he cheekily smiled under his mask.
- you rolled your eyes at him. "whatever stalker", you spoke, earning a laugh from him.
- junhyuk and your best friend eyed the both of you while you both conversed.
- you picked up his phone, struggling to open the camera from the lockscreen.
- suddenly jungwon slide his hands over yours, opening the camera app for you.
- your cheeks heat up from embarrassment. "thanks...", he only hum in responses, getting back to the game.
- you snapped some photos of yourself and some with him.
- let's add on the video of you on his phone, talking mid way and him stun that the bus drove off cliff in the game.
- you looked at him 👁️👄👁️
- he broke into a laughing fit while you smack his shoulder. "yah! you killed me", you huffed. "oops", he ruffled your hair.
- welp you both got closer after that very day but I guess he wasn't as bad as people thought he was.
- although your group did get scolded by your teacher for being loud but at least you all finished your work.
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Teach Me
Status: Drabble
Pairing: Jack Russell x Fem!Reader
Find my other Jack Russell works here and here.
AN: I cannot stop writing for this man. Thank you to my four years of high school-level Spanish and Google for helping me through this. I do apologize if there are any errors, I tried my very best!
Translations can be found at the end of the post. x
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“¿Cómo estás?”
“Estoy bien, gracias.”
“¡Muy bien, mi amor!”
You flash a dazzling grin in response to Jack’s enthusiastic praise. The two of you sit on opposite ends of the couch, backs pressed against the arm rests so that you can face each other. When you had first asked him to help you learn Spanish a couple of months ago, his brows had jumped in genuine surprise. Little did he know that such a request had been on your mind for a long time. After all, your love for Jack had instilled in you a passion for learning about all aspects of his cultural heritage, and his native language was an integral part of that. While Jack had protested that, should you ever visit a Spanish-speaking region, he would be there to translate for you, you had politely declined. You wanted to be capable of standing at his side and conversing in his native tongue independently. Learning a new language was a challenge, sure, but the child-like glee in his eyes during your nightly practice sessions made the mental marathon worth it.
“Okay, another. What might you say if someone asked you, ‘¿Cómo puedo ayudarte?”
You pause, your brows furrowing deeply in thought. You knew the first word was ‘how,’ and ‘ayudar’ was ‘help…’ “Ummm…¿Estoy perdida?” you say hesitantly, a tentative smile playing on your lips.
Jack gives a scoff, rolling his olive green eyes in mock disbelief. “As if I would let you out of my sight. Still, muy bien.”
You give him a cheeky grin. Slowly, you slide one sock-clad foot across the couch to toy with the leg of his gray sweatpants. “Ayúdame, necesito encontrar a mi esposo.”
A low hum rumbles in Jack’s throat at your words—a soft growl. His knuckles whiten as he clasps his folded hands a little tighter in his lap. You nibble at your bottom lip in delight as a rush of blood warms his cheeks. He clears his throat hastily, pushing that deliciously possessive rumble back down his throat as he eyes you keenly. “Not yet, mi amor. Though that could be arranged.” At your bright peal of laughter, he smiles. “You are doing well. Have you been practicing without me?”
“Maybe just a little,” you say coyly. More like every day, sometimes multiple hours a day. Little did he know that the Babbel app currently held the record for the greatest amount of screen time on your phone.
A slow smile pulls at Jack’s pink lips, his olive eyes twinkling, crinkling at the corners. Gosh, his eyes. Oh how you adored catching them peek at you over the rim of a coffee mug, finding them tracing your features when you woke up in the morning, watching them gaze up at you as he pressed gentle kisses into your skin, eyelids heavy and love-drunk. The pleased look on his handsome face sends your stomach into a tailspin.
“Alright, let’s try something harder.” That adorable smile remains plastered on his perfect pink lips. “What might you say if we were going to a restaurant?”
You pause, pursing your lips, thinking carefully. “Tengo una reservación,” you say slowly, your voice straight and even.
Jack gives a soft chuckle, a sound as sweet as a lullaby. “That’s pretty good. It is a little too…English. But you are close, so close. Roll your tongue, mi amor. Like this.” You watch carefully as he brings the tip of his tongue to the back of his top teeth and gives you a demonstration.
For all your extra practice, this particular detail of the language was something you were still struggling to muster. Hoping to prolong the inevitable embarrassment you’d experience when attempting it again, you offer him a shit-eating grin. “I can’t help that you’re better with your tongue than I am,” you say jokingly, wiggling your eyebrows at him. Well, only partly joking.
Though Jack buries his head in his hands, the gesture barely contains his laughter. And good thing, too, because the sound of his snickers is music to your ears. Your eager eyes catch the sight of the slight crook in his teeth peeking out from behind his hands. It’s one of your favorite features of his; your heart swells three sizes at the sight of it. “Ay, Dios mío. You are such a tease.” With a long sigh, he collects himself, waving his hand at you as he smooths out his expression. “Come now, mi amor, try again. Curl your tongue to the top of your mouth, behind your teeth. Like this.” He demonstrates again, ever the emphatic teacher. “And then push the air out quickly. Come on.”
You roll your eyes good-naturedly at him. “Okay, okay. I’ll try it.” His eyes hold yours steadily as you thoughtfully bring your tongue to the back of your teeth. It takes a few tries and some re-positioning, but when you’re ready, you try it again, “Tengo una reservación.”
Jack’s expression brightens instantaneously, positively radiant, beaming like the sun. The sight robs the breath straight from your lungs. You think you could practice rolling your r’s forever if it meant continuing to make him grin like that. “¡Muy bien, mi amada! You did it! You are killing it! Okay, okay, another one. Let’s see if you can remember it this time, okay? What do you say if you need to find the bathroom?”
Shit. One of the most crucial phrases, and you’d been struggling with it for weeks. That last word always seemed to escape you. What was it again…? “¿Dónde está…la biblioteca?”
Jack smirks at you, his olive eyes bright and amused. “El baño, mi amor.”
You groan, throwing your head back in defeat. “Shit, that was library, wasn’t it? I’m not sure why I can’t seem to get that one.”
The gentle press of a warm hand to your knee draws your attention. Jack leans toward you, kneading your knee softly, a gesture that turns your legs to noodles and sends your stomach aflutter with butterflies. “Don’t get down on yourself, mi amor. You are doing so well. You should be proud.” His expression is affectionate, his eyes a doorway straight to his heart. You feel yourself relax, melding like clay into his hands. “I am proud of you.”
“Thank you,” you say quietly, cheeks flushed with delight. A slow smile pulls at your lips as you add, “You know, there is something else I’ve been practicing.”
Jack’s eyebrows reach for his salt-and-pepper hair. “Oh? What is it?”
You lean toward him, stopping when your noses are mere inches apart. “Eres un excelente profesor.” The words roll from your smiling lips, rehearsed many times over in preparation for this moment.
That beloved crooked grin of his is on full display as Jack smiles with glee. That smile could win wars—you just knew it. “Y tengo una estudiante muy hermosa y talentosa. Mi amada, eres una bendición.”
His words slip over you masterfully, spilling from his lips like spun silk. Your brain scrambles to identify bits and pieces, but overall, the picture is incomplete. “Ah, no entiendo, mi amor.”
Jack gives an amused chuckle, eyeing you with a mix of humor and adoration. “We will get there,” he says assuredly, giving your knee a brief squeeze.
You smile brightly at him in response. With your faces drawn so closely together, you can see every divinely-woven thread in his irises, from the green plains at their borders to the brown earth at their cores. His jaw is blanketed in a short stubble—“Please don’t shave it yet, I love how it feels beneath my fingers,” you’d begged him—and his lips are plush and pink. This close to one another, the air between you feels charged, electric, alive. Your skin prickles, nerve endings firing like live wires. Only his touch on your knee soothes you.
Your gaze slips from his hand to his eyes coyly. “You know, you are such an excellent Spanish teacher…” you murmur softly, sweetly. Your fingers trail up his arm with agonizing slowness, slipping into the tousled hair at the nape of his neck. When you thread your fingers through it and give a gentle tug, Jack’s pupils dilate instantaneously. This time, the soft rumble that reverberates through his throat is insistent, needy. The sound sets your skin aflame, turns your bones to jelly. “Maybe…there’s something else you’d like to teach me?”
When he swallows, it’s with the desperation of a man starved of food and drink. His Adam's apple bobs deliciously, his brilliant eyes watching you like you’re a feast in a famine. In this moment, you’re so glad you asked him to teach you Spanish.
With the swiftness of an animal and the grace of a man, he scoops you up into his arms, pressing a warm kiss to the shell of your ear. “Vámonos.”
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Translations:
“¿Cómo estás?” — "How are you?"
“Estoy bien, gracias.” — "I'm good, thank you."
“¡Muy bien, mi amor!” — "Very good, my darling/my beloved!"
"¿Cómo puedo ayudarte?" — "How can I help you?"
"¿Estoy perdida?" — "I'm lost?"
"Ayúdame, necesito encontrar a mi esposo." — "Help me, I need to find my husband."
"Dios mío." — "My God/my goodness"
"Tengo una reservación." — "I have a reservation."
"Mi amor" — "My love"
"¡Muy bien, mi amada!" — "Very good, my darling/my beloved!"
"¿Dónde está…la biblioteca?" — "Where is...the library?"
"Eres un excelente profesor." — "You are an excellent teacher."
"Y tengo una estudiante muy hermosa y talentosa. Mi amada, eres una bendición." — "And I have a very beautiful and gifted student. My beloved, you are a blessing."
"Vámonos." — "Let's go."
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Bill 702 was passed in America. Here's what it means
This is what you're gonna do:
You're gonna go to the app store and you're gonna download Cwtch. It's an end to end encryption app that was developed by Tor Browser, aka the Onion Browser
On your computer, you're gonna download Firefox and you're gonna get all the security stuff you can. I recommend Ghostery and Privacy Badger as well as Facebook Container. You're gonna get a cookie auto-deleter and you're going to go to Google Takeout, download all your data, delete ALL of your files and documents, and find somewhere else to put them. A USB drive if they're memories, LibreOffice or a platform like Reedsy if it's creative works that you are actively working on and/or will need to share.
You're going to use DuckDuckGo, Ecosia, or Oceanhero. I know there are other alternatives search engines, but these three are the best I've found. Bonus that the latter two use searches to fund planting trees and cleaning the ocean respectfully(?).
You're gonna get sliding covers for your phone AND computer cameras, or at least find a way to cover them that's easily removable for video calls.
You're gonna switch from Gmail to Proton Mail, and Proton has a free VPN too. You're gonna get both of those. You're gonna get Tor Browser browser too because you can never be too careful (it has a built in VPN).
You're gonna get MP3 players and download your music from Spotify and YouTube - which also means you can technically separate art from artist because on MP3, you can listen as many times as you want without financially supporting them.
You're not gonna pay for Netflix or Hulu or Disney+ or anything like that anymore. I'm not saying you should use these but there are websites out there like SFlix that have so many movies and shows FOR FREE and you "TOTALLY SHOULDNT USE THEM WITH A VPN BECAUSE PIRACY IS WrOnG". How dare you steal from exploitative, multi million dollar businesses that don't care about their workers smh..
If you are in support of Palestine, you are going to download the app No Thanks!. It has a regularly updated list of all companies that support Israel and evidence/articles to back it up.
If you get a chance, go watch The Great Hack. It's a fantastic documentary that lets you see inside the world of psychological manipulation through the world of advertisement and influence.
Stay safe out there. Please. Every moment that you are alive and thriving is another moment they are losing.
#fuck the government#fuck america#anticapitalist#bill 702#internet safety#privacy#government#senate#dont give up#keep fighting#we are winning
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🌿◟﹒WHEN WILL I FORGIVE MYSELF ? "|| . . . RP Template ! ─── Free to use (with credit!)
I had this sitting in my folders for over a month because the sheet was so custom fitted for my OC Noir and I wasn't sure if it could be customisable for other people - but I think it can work!
It does mean you'll need to be able to find/make your own assets but I'll add some links below in the 'Important Notes' section of this post!
This sheet is also inspired by @altrusticbeauty's LIAR TEMPLATE! Its a beautiful and simple sheet that me and my friends have used before. Please go support them!
++ps:: I may be changing to using Google Slides instead of Google Docs from now as its easier to edit and more mobile friendly!
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It may require you to know how to find and make your own asset in order to showcase your character best
But if you add in character notes - it'll still work without you needing to find/make your own photos!
I use this WEBSITE to find transparent PNGs
[ Important ] Some pictures may be layered! To access objects blocked by another photo/text box - move them aside temporarily - or you can select the blocking item - order - send backward until you can access it and bring it back to the front when you're done!
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・Open the link
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・Name the file, and click 'Make a Copy'
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・Open the link on your Docs app
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🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis
alrighty ... 👨🏻❤️💋👨🏼🏖🛑😬💕 ... ish
📚 ⇢ what’s the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?
i already told max that it was some details about the trajectory of my deaging wip. for you i will tell you that the last thing i wrote down in my google keep app was adding kale and aluminum foil to my grocery list and then checking off those things, as well as bananas, scouring sponges, frozen fruit, powdered sugar, sour cream, and butter, when i went to the grocery store earlier. thrilling stuff for sure
🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer’s block and low creativity
for low creativity, which i guess you could consider one type of writers block-- for me the first thing here is to remember that creativity isn't just a constant firehose of ideas and inspiration, so low creativity is part of the natural cycle. especially if you've just finished a big project, or don't have anything you're really excited about in a particular moment, it's normal to not really have any ideas scratching at your brain. if i'm dealing with low creativity right after finishing something or in the middle of a really stressful time or something, i'll usually just ... let it slide. it'll come back soon enough.
in terms of things to spark creativity, for me the best thing to do is to find something that excites me! even if it's something you don't like and want to fix or do better, the important thing is the passion. i'm absolutely at my least creative when i'm just not feeling excited about or engaged with anything. get your brain going! for me personally some of the ways i like to do this are: reading new books or fic, watching new shows or movies, doing prompt memes on twitter or tumblr, talking to my friends about ideas, talking to my friends about books/movies/shows, and generally actively practicing using the creativity muscles. don't try to like, force your way through writing a whole fic, but like with prompt memes, you can just find a basic prompt (scroll through one of the ao3 tag twitters or find a tag generator or whatever) and write a few sentences, or outline how a story might go. if you get stuck or it gets hard you can just stop! but it's a good way to build the habit of looking at things creatively.
being stuck creatively and lacking ideas can be such a hard thing to tackle and it can be so tricky to gauge whether you need to be patient with yourself or if you need to train your muscles a little bit or if there's an outside environmental cause that's not leaving you with enough juice to be creative. there can be a lot of trial and error! but it'll come back eventually!
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My dudes... I don't know if I'm the last one to learn this, but I come bearing good news! Google's Apps Script is amazing and makes Spreadsheets & Slides so much more powerful!
Tumblr is hardly the best platform to talk about code on but this was a game changer! As a minor helper on @renegadepublishing's yearly exchange, my scripts let me keep up with the growing quantity of entries and while I only figured it out at the end of this year's labors, it will be so very, very, very helpful for next year's.
Will tuck further ravings under the cut but the short of it is that it (A) let me programmatically pull deets from AO3 to enrich final report and (B) let me programmatically fill the results slide show with data.
Coherently flowing prose often fail me when shifting to a technical discussion, so to break down the work:
this was all in JavaScript. I obviously love Kotlin more these days, but it felt painless/rather accessible being in JS
the primary 'key' passed around for the entries (when participents submitted updates and final entries) tended to just be the fic URL (plus gifter/giftee names) - a good UUID but carries no meta info
almost (tho not all) of the entries were hosted on AO3 which made programatic scraping possible
we definitely needed the author & fic name... which required visiting the page. And once you're on the page, why not grab more details? In the end we wound up scraping: title, author, last update, word count, fandom, rating. And while there's more one could collect, we lacked the space to visually display it along with the results. Remember-- the point is the typesetting!
Apps Script let you make URL requests [getContent]
I used the Cheerio library to process the page's contents and let me comb through it using jQuery. Link goes to GitHub page, which has the Script ID you'll need to import it in the Libraries section.
I found the Google Sheets APIs easy enough to read/work with -- just lots of arrays, really. Also, the quotas that you get seem generous to me (for a free product)
AO3 specific note : had to append "?view_adult=true" to the URLs if I wanted to bypass that check screen, but I also had to handle locked fic, which keep you at a reduced info lock screen. Be sure to test E rated & locked fic when drafting your script (Incognito Window is your friend)
Here is the Gist of the pictured script-- it was a 'round 2' edit where I went back and pulled Rating & Locked status : [LINK]
The above refers mostly to the Sheets side of things. The other most magical feature was the population of Slides w/ sheet data!
Notes as follows:
images are my current weakness-- had to go in later and adjust/layout/upload images manually. SUPER LAME. Next time I'm going to dig into pulling images from the drive...
I was able to embed links programmatically into the slides but it was VERY HACKY code. The generation of the PDF links was still a manual task, and while I imagine I could script that, sounds hairy (I want to avoid all things Auth)
The {{name_pattern}} was/is only a stylistic choice. Doing a find & replace on something so distinct is safest tho.
I did not use Alt Text on my things but I think going forward, it would be how I'd ID/address the non-string replacement actions (finding the right shape to anchor a URL link on was finicky the way I did it)
Here is my (very messy!) script for populating the slides: [LINK]
For next time:
using a script to pull tags/fandoms/pairings will make the gifter/giftee pairing process sooooo much smoother (so far it's been very manual!! Bless @aetherseer's tenacity!)
I need to figure out image imports/population of the slides... ignoring any aspect ratio/size issues
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there's realgoogleslides and there's @realgoogledocs. Where are Google drive, sheets, sites, forms, maps, and the rest of the gang? Do we need to make more gimmick blogs?
Yes. The answer is yes.
(@realgoogledocs, @yes-im-youtube-kids @the-real-google @totally-bing)
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Solmare came out with a new game that is related to Obey Me called "Ruri Tunes" that can be downloaded on the Google App Store (unsure about Apple store).
It starts off with a really cute starting screen with Leviathan's voice actor saying a line.
Then it goes to the "How to play" screens. It seems complicated at first, but it is pretty easy, especially if you've played rythm games before.
After hitting "Next", you're brought to a difficulty screen. You can choose between 2 normal levels, 2 hard levels, and 1 extreme level. There is also an option for the playstyle — that is where you tap. You can either tap left/right, where you tap the left side of the screen for the bottom row and you can tap the right side of the screen for the top row. Then there's the other option: top/bottom. This one is obvious, top for the top row, bottom for the bottom row.
Right before the game starts, you get an animation of these three cards sliding onto the screen.
The gameplay is pretty simple: tap the marker (the star with a circle around it) when one of the enemies (a piece of candy or a shark, both can be pink or blue) overlaps it. I have no screenshots of the actual gameplay unfortunately as I was focused on winning.
You have 50 chances to miss (I'm not sure if the number changes in Hard & Extreme modes as I've just played Normal). You will get a ranking and high score after defeating the boss, who is a Little D. The Little D will throw missiles (exactly like the enemies!) and occasionally comes up to the three characters. That is when you have to tap the enemy to deal it damage.
After hitting next, you have three choices: choose another difficulty, read the "How to play" screen again, or fill out the questionnaire that asks about the best and worst parts of the game.
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Hey girl! This has nothing to do with a JJ or Rafe ask but I wanted to know how you fully got into writing because it’s something I want to do and I always have these ideas for different series and fics but I never know how to fully execute them🫶🏼🫶🏼
Hey!! I've got a lot to give you so it's under the cut!
So the long story cut short is I started when I was like 13, properly trying to write fanfiction and now, at almost 23, I've been writing daily for almost 10 years - writing is a dynamic craft that constantly grows and changes and you develop your skills more and more each time you write!
If you're looking to get started in fic writing/posting my advice would be just go for it! No idea is a bad idea and if you think "well someone's already done x concept before" you'd be right, but YOUR take on that concept hasn't! Tropes can be your best friend and so can cliches (at times!)
If you've got a lot of ideas bouncing around my go-to is always; write them all down, group them together based on what you think could work as a full fic/series! Make lists of plot points or dialogue you want to use and play around with different types of plotting and planning to keep track of everything you want to happen. I usually plan a full fic chapter with 10 points minimum that are relevant to the plot - as a visual learner it really helps! As well as sticky notes, the notes app on your phone when you're out and about
Also! Take the time to figure out what kind of learner you are! Trust me when I say it makes so much difference when you're trying to plot or plan and if you find a way that works in line with that, it'll be a breeze! If lists aren't your thing, try mindmaps, try some free planning software (Google slides and Google Keep are personal recs!)
There really isn't a wrong way to write and all you have to do is get that first sentence written! Even if you go back and decide you don't like it, get as much written as possible before going back to edit/chop and change! If you keep editing whilst writing you'll find it harder to move forward, so just get all the words out and then go back and spell check, grammar check, change the wording etc
Write the snippets that stand out to you the most! A specific scene or moment or line of dialogue and build around it any way you want! And if you ever post on here, PLEASE tag me!!
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Matt is bored. Bored Matt is chaos Matt. Bored Matt decides to play Truth or Dare with the roster, because apparently it's 2008 and I'm writing classic tropes out of nostalgia.
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Alternate titles:
23 times Matt Jackson asked somebody "truth or dare" and the 1 time somebody asked him back
Truth or dare as introspection
A fictionalization of those times in high school where you dare everybody to kiss each other and you end up making out with your best friend
Matt Jackson Is Bored And That Means Chaos
I hope you enjoy. This is for an old Marianas Trench lyric prompt meme for the prompts "Just spin the bottle" and "truth or dare."
Mini Playlist:
Pony - Ginuwine
Bad Dog - Neon Hitch
Truth or Dare - Marianas Trench
Wildfire - Marianas Trench
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Matt is bored. And he knows that, when he’s bored, bad things happen. Well. Fun things. But bad things. Most recently he held a pie eating content, and that ended up with a $1,500 cleaning bill Tony was not pleased about.
“You’re all twitchy,” Nick says. “Why are you all twitchy?”
Matt shrugs, trying to get comfortable. It fails. “My leg has a mind of its own. I can’t make it stop.”
“Are you about to have a terrible idea?” Nick asks. He studies Matt. “Please don’t do the thing you did in TNA.”
“That’s absurd. I would never do that again.”
Nick raises an eyebrow. “Except for when you did it in New Japan.”
Matt considers it. Promotion wide Spin-the-Bottle was fun, but expected. Matt lets the idea form in front of him: spin the bottle is so out of date. He’s got a better idea.
“Oh, no, don’t make that face,” Nick groans. He drops his head in his hands. “What did I do in a past life to get you as my brother?”
“Sainthood, probably,” Matt says. He’s not bored anymore. He’s excited. “I’ll be back in a minute. Maybe.”
Nick throws a shoe at his back, but it’s not one of the thumbtack ones, so Matt considers it a win.
He googles, “Truths and Dares,” and collects things he thinks might work for the particular demographic he works with. He types some in the notes app, because the wifi in this venue is notoriously weak. He feels a little bad for the first people he runs into. They’ll be the guinea pigs to determine the most interesting options.
Orange Cassidy is refilling his water bottle in the hallway when Matt slides up next to him. “Hi!” Matt gets a nod in response. “Truth or dare?”
Orange lowers his glasses, staring blankly at Matt.
“Truth or dare?” Matt asks again. Maybe he didn’t hear.
“Um. Truth?”
“Who do you think is,” Matt checks his phone, “the hottest person at work?”
“Luchasaurus,” Orange replies. He doesn’t pause. Doesn’t think. Just answers.
“Oh,” Matt says. “Okay. Not my type, but I appreciate the fact that you aren’t worried it might make you a furry.”
“The heart wants what it wants,” Orange says, sliding his glasses back on. “So does the dick.”
Matt shrugs. “Fair. You know where the rest of your buddies are?”
“Got food,” Orange answers. “Went out.”
Matt watches him walk away. “Okay,” he says. “Good question. Backup in an emergency.” He’s a little perturbed that the Best Friends clan might not be an option, but there was no guarantee Danhausen would take his dare to paint Trent’s face to match his, so he cuts his losses. He’ll hit as many people as possible, and will intentionally not think about the person who he’d like to ask a Truth the most.
While looking at his phone, he almost trips over something. “Hey!”
“Stop staring at that phone,” says Christopher Daniels, looking like a disappointed dad. “You kids…”
“I’m thirty-seven,” Matt snaps back. “Truth or dare?”
Christopher blinks. “Excuse me?”
Matt is wondering if his experience with truth or dare with his friends as a kid was a more unique experience than he’d thought. “Truth or dare,” he repeats. “Did they not have that when you were a kid?”
“One of these days I’m going to kill you,” Daniels grumbles. “Do I have to?”
“You don’t have to,” Matt says, making sure to get his eyes all big and moony, “but it’s fun.”
“Don’t – quit looking at me like that. Who do you think I am, Page?”
“It doesn’t work on him anymore!” Matt fires back. It’s only a second later that he realizes he just gave away his secret weapon. “Never mind. Are you doing it or not?”
“Dare,” Daniels says, like it’s torn out of him. “If it’ll get you to stop.”
“I dare you to go up to the first person you see and twerk on them.” He wiggles his phone. “I will provide the music of your choice.”
“Twerk?!” he half shrieks. “Matt, I am fifty-two fucking years old. I don’t twerk.”
Matt frowns. “Let me look something up.” He googles it for a while. “Okay, internet says you have to do a Truth.”
“I’m not telling you shit, because you’ll ask about upcoming contracts.”
Matt shrugs. “Fair.” He scrolls again. “Okay, if you say no to both, I think you have to kiss me.” Technically, the rule is the person is “out”. But Matt isn’t comfortable letting people have an automatic escape from his game, and if they really don’t want to kiss him, he obviously won’t make them. Plus, Daniels is a bit of a sucker for stupid dares, and Matt’s interested to see how far he can push him.
Daniels’ jaw tenses. “Fine. Tell me who I’m twerking on.”
The first room is Tony’s office, and Matt could almost skip with glee. “What song do you want?”
“I hate you,” Daniels grumbles. “Put on Pony by Ginuwine.”
“Good choice!”
Daniels walks into Tony’s room like he belongs here. Matt peeks in after him. Tony looks up from his computer. “Hi, Chris, what’s up?”
With a sigh, Daniels nods to Matt, who cues the music. In a feat of almost miserable effort, Daniels wiggles his butt in a shameful facsimile of a twerk.
“That’s enough,” Matt says, as gently as possible. He looks over at Tony. “I – I don’t want to put you through more.”
“May I ask what is going on?” Tony says. “Actually…” He pauses, pressing a button on the phone. “Okay, the call’s muted. Thanks for that, by the way.”
Matt shrugs. “I’m playing Truth or Dare. You, Tony?”
“Truth.”
Matt huffs. “Boring. Who’s your favorite wrestler on the roster?”
Tony looks at Matt like he’s a particularly pathetic street rat. “Kenny. You know that. We’ve talked about it.”
“It’s in your book,” Daniels offers.
Matt walks out of the room, defeated. He screwed himself on that one.
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“Hell fucking no.”
“Please?” Matt asks, chasing after Ethan Page. “Come on!”
“No,” Ethan says. “I am not playing Truth or Dare.”
“If you say no, you have to kiss me.”
Ethan turns around. “You are a fucking demon.”
“So will you play?” Matt asks. He turns on the eyes.
Ethan laughs, directly in his face. “Truth or dare? Okay. Truth.”
“Uh,” Matt scrolls his phone, looking for something decent. “Who is your least favorite person –”
“You.”
“I didn’t finish!”
“Sucks for you,” Ethan says. He walks backward. “Thanks for the game, Matt. Hope you lose your next match.”
Matt kicks a trash can, stubs his toe, and limps off to catering, where his mood immediately turns. There’s a lot of people in here.
“Hi.” Matt sits down next to Tay and Anna. “Truth or dare?”
They turn to each other, look at each other for a moment, then turn back to him. In perfect sync. Matt is mildly terrified. “Truth,” Anna says.
Tay laughs. “Baby. I say dare.”
“Okay, Anna,” Matt looks through the list, “if you had to punch anybody in the room, who would it be?”
Anna scans the area, tapping her chin. Her eyes land on the Blackpool table. “Yuta,” she decides. “He’s too, I don’t know, pleasant. A fist to the face would make me like him more, I think.”
“Weird logic, but okay.” Matt turns to Tay. “With their consent, of course, kiss somebody in the room.”
Matt is expecting a peck on the cheek, probably for Anna. Maybe a tiny kiss for Sammy, if he comes in.
Nope.
Tay stands, grabs Matt’s face. “You?”
He should have seen this coming. “Fine.” Tay plants a kiss directly on his mouth. It’s over before he realizes, and he doesn’t even get a chance to kiss back.
“Interesting choice,” he says, trying to put his face back where it belongs. “Um, why me?”
“You were the closest,” Tay says, shrugging. “And Sammy’s on the other side of hotel, so…”
“Oh,” says Anna, interrupting, “Jack’s here.” She waves him over, and he slides in next to her, arm around her waist. “Hi. Matt’s doing Truth or Dare.”
Jungle Boy tilts his head to the side. “Dare. Obviously.”
Matt thinks about it. “I dare you to do a lap dance on somebody in the room who isn’t Anna.”
“Lame.” He looks around. “I get to choose the music?”
Matt nods. “Provided by me, of course. Just let me know what song and I’ll play it.”
Jack looks from the Blackpool table, over to The Firm’s table. It is only then that Matt realizes how much his adult life feels like high school. “Yuta!”
“What?”
“Can I give you a lap dance?”
Yuta wrinkles his nose. “No. Unequivocally no.”
“Please?”
“Still no. Let me eat my lunch.”
Jungle Boy turns back to Matt. “Well. Sucks for you.”
“What?”
“Babe,” Jungle Boy says, turning to Anna, “what’s the sexiest song?”
“Bad Dog by Neon Hitch,” she answers automatically.
Matt shrugs. He doesn’t know the song, but the title is…well, to quote Isiah Cassidy, sus. “Odd choice, but to each their own.” He chooses the song on Spotify. “Who are you lap dancing?”
“You, obviously.”
Thus begins 3 of the strangest minutes of Matt’s thirty-seven years. Jungle Boy isn’t exactly full of rhythm, and he doesn’t exactly have the ass to make this a particularly riveting lap dance. But it’s something to do, and Matt’s doing a great job of getting people to play his game, so he figures he doesn’t have anything to complain about.
The song ends, and Jungle Boy stops dancing and immediately goes stiff again. He sits back next to Anna. “Okay. I’m going to, uh, eat my dinner now.” He nods at Matt. “Later.”
Matt stands up. “Later. Uh, if they try to kill me,” he nods over to the Blackpool table, “call Nick or something, okay?”
“Sure,” Anna says, but she’s texting, and he’s pretty sure she didn’t even hear him. Oh, well.
He plops himself next to Wheeler Yuta, who pauses midchew. “Hi.”
Yuta swallows, eyeing Matt. “What are you up to?”
“Why do you think I’m up to anything?”
Yuta gestures to Jungle Boy, Anna, and Tay. “Well, for starters, Tay kissed you, and then Jungle Boy did a weird little stripper dance on you.” He shrugs. “Common denominator is you, man.”
“Okay, fine. I’m playing Truth or Dare.”
“Dare,” Yuta says automatically. Mox laughs, dropping his head, while Claudio rolls his eyes over a bowl of soup.
“Kid, you gotta stop giving Matt an open invitation. He’ll take it.” He wiggles his eyebrows at Matt. “Won’t he?”
“That was once, and we were high on adrenaline after Double or Nothing,” Matt fires back.
Mox shrugs, grinning as he shovels more pasta into his mouth. “Fun, though.”
Yuta looks between the two of them, strangely intrigued. “You guys have kissed?”
“Yes, not the point,” Matt says. He’s got to focus Yuta back so he can knock out the rest of the cafeteria before people start to leave. “Okay, dare? Um,” he searches online, but gives up quickly. The world in front of him gave a decent prompt. “I dare you to shove all of that loaf of bread in your mouth.”
“This is my bread,” Claudio grumbles.
“Tough shit,” Yuta says, and immediately shoves the whole hunk in his mouth. Like it’s nothing. Matt wonders what the hell the Blackpool Combat Club gets up to when they’re not in combat. Yuta’s chewing is a little labored, but he manages to chew and swallow it without much problem after a few moments. He swallows once more, then sticks out his tongue.
“Ew,” Matt says, wrinkling his nose. He turns to Claudio. “Truth or dare?”
“Not him yet,” Yuta says. “If Mox kissed you, can I kiss you?”
Matt blinks at him. “Um, that was back in 2019, so it’s not like a, a BCC initiation.”
“Oh, not because of that. Mox and I are in a battle to determine who is the best kisser and you’d be an impartial judge.”
Matt has the impulse to ask what in the eff that means, and also, again, what the fuck is Blackpool doing on company time, but he refocuses. He has a match soon. He can’t waste time. “I mean. I ask you for a favor, you ask me for one.” He points to the water. “Just, I don’t know, rinse your mouth out a little first.”
Yuta nods, chugs about a gallon of water and shakes his shoulders out. “Alright.” He leans down and kisses Matt gently, a sweet press. It feels almost blasphemous to call this brush of lips the same as whatever the fuck he and Moxley did behind a giant poker chip way back then.
Yuta’s smiling when he pulls away. “Good?”
“Very different from Mox,” he muses. “For instance, you don’t taste like cigarettes.”
Mox drops his fork. “That can’t count.”
“It does,” Matt says and, just to be annoying, “and Yuta’s not all sweaty.”
“I’d just made my debut on a fuckin’ lit stage! In May!”
Matt shrugs. “Yuta wins. Now, Claudio, Truth or Dare?”
“No, no, no,” Mox interrupts again. Matt’s going to get nowhere. There’s only so many hours in a day. “I get another shot. That other kiss was years ago.”
“Oh, my god, fine,” Matt says, rolling his eyes. “Kiss me, you fool, or whatever. Clock is ticking.”
Mox leans in and presses a kiss gentler than Matt’d thought him capable of. But he still wouldn’t call it gentle. Mox kisses with single minded hunger, lips demanding and firm. They don’t taste like smoke, though Mox tastes a bit like chicken soup. He pulls away. “There. Better?”
“Better,” Matt says, “but you taste like soup this time, so I’m still gonna have to give it to Yuta.”
“Hah!” Yuta barks, and straight up points a finger in Mox’s face. “Told ya!”
Mox rolls his eyes. “Asshole.”
“Claudio, truth or dare?” Matt says.
“Truth.”
Matt scrolls his phone. “What’s your favorite fantasy?”
“Winning the world title,” Claudio says, almost automatically.
“I think – well, I guess it’s answerer interpretation, isn’t it.” Matt stands. “Thank you for your time, boys, as weird as it was.” He pauses. “Uh, Claudio?”
“Yes?” He doesn’t look pleased.
“Do you have stakes in the weird kissing battle between…” He trails off, pointing to Mox and Yuta, who have gone back to eating their lunch like they hadn’t just asked Matt to settle a bet between the two of them.
Claudio sighs. “Yuta won in my final review, too.”
“I shouldn’t have asked. Alright.” He walks over to the Firm’s table, where Stokeley Hathaway looks highly displeased at his arrival. “What?”
“Truth or dare.”
“Truth.”
At least it’s moving quick than BCC. “What’s your greatest fear?”
“Being stuck in conversations with idiots my whole life,” Stokely fires back.
“I’ll take it. You,” he turns to Lee Moriarty, “truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
“Read out loud the last text message you sent.”
Lee pulls out his phone. “No, but you can if you want,” he reads. “To Big Bill, if it matters.”
“Thank you. Mr. Bill.”
“You can call me Big Bill.”
Matt nods. “Okay. Big Bill, truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
Matt scrolls the list. “Oh, this one is fun. Yell out the first word that comes to mind at the top of your lungs.”
“Potpourri!” Big Bill booms, and it staggers Matt. For just a second though.
“What the fuck goes on in that big ass head of yours?” Stokely asks, shaking his head. He turns back to Matt, somehow looking disappointed. “Alright. You finished?”
Matt nods. “Yep.” He walks to the exit, and runs right into Samoa Joe. “Oh, hi! Truth or dare?”
“Why?”
Matt shrugs. “I was bored. Truth or dare?”
Joe practically levels him with a stony star. This might have been a mistake. “I will throw you across this room.”
Matt seriously considers trying again. He has that street match later, anyway… But no. Bad idea. “Alright, suit yourself.” And he makes his way down the hallway.
He gets to his normal locker room, the one he now shares only with Nick, since Kenny came back. Since he left. “Hi.”
“Hey,” Nick says. “You seem a little less jittery than before.”
“Truth or dare is fun,” Matt says. “Speaking of which.”
Nick sighs. “Yeah, okay. Dare.”
“Ooh! You’re being fun today.” He scrolls the list, and finds the perfect one. “Oh, this is good. Show me the most embarrassing photo on your phone.”
Nick whines. “Really?”
“Yes, really. Or, I could just grab your phone and -” Matt darts out to grab Nick’s phone, but he pulls it away at the last second.
“God, okay, fine,” he whines. “Give me a sec.”
A minute so later, which Matt spends searching for other good dares and truths, Nick sighs. “Here.” He turns the phone around and shows it to Matt. It’s not that embarrassing – a photo of a particularly messy botch from the previous match with Death Triangle.
“Oh, that’s not bad.” He pats Nick on the cheek. “Thanks, baby brother.”
They gear up and walk down to Kenny’s dressing room, where he’s half asleep on the couch. “You awake, buddy?” Nick asks, reaching out to gently shake Kenny’s arm.
He wakes up slowly. “Time to get ready?”
Matt nods. “You forget your alarm again.”
“Apparently,” Kenny mumbles. “Sorry about that. Won’t be long.”
It isn’t. Kenny is ready in a couple of minutes, and they are ready for their match. Matt gets a Brutalizer, Nick gets a boot to the face, and Kenny probably breaks his ass pulling off a risky One Winged Angel. But they won. Even though Matt tapped, they still won.
“Don’t beat yourself up over it,” Kenny says, patting Matt’s shoulder a little too hard. “Oops. Sorry.”
“Nah, you’re good.” Matt rolls his shoulder. “And I tapped! I almost made us lose.”
“I had your back,” Kenny says. “Besides, all that matters is that we won. One more in two weeks.” He winces. “I think I’ll enjoy that time off, actually.”
Matt hums in agreement. The ache in his shoulder is almost completely done by the time the clock hits ten. Kenny’s ass is solid, pun intended, Nick doesn’t have anything worse than a lump in his forehead, and Matt decides that he’s allowed to turn his attention back on his own brand of nonsense now.
“Hey, I’m not gonna bother with the trainer. I’m already feeling better.” He grins. “Anybody want to come with me to play truth or dare?”
Kenny shakes his head. “I want to go monitor Rampage, make sure everything closed out Dynamite okay.” He wiggles, wincing. “And maybe sit on some ice.”
“And I,” Nick says, “will do anything in my power to avoid being involved in your weird…” He trails off, making a bizarre hand gesture. “Well, your whatever it is. So I’m going with Kenny.”
Matt shrugs. “Suit yourself. But first, Kenny,” he grins, like everything is the way they were before the injuries, “truth or dare?”
“Die in a fire.”
“Not an option,” Matt says. “Truth or dare?”
“Fine,” Kenny says, slowly lifting himself off the table. “Truth.”
“Who on the roster would you let kiss you, if they asked nicely?”
Kenny considers, wincing as he takes his first few steps. “Jesus, don’t drop ass first on a table.” He takes a few steps, and loosens, just a little. “Probably Rush,” Kenny decides. “I like his hair.”
Matt nods. “Cool. Interesting choice. Not where I would have gone with it.”
On the way to main locker room, he bumps into the Dark Order.
“Great timing,” he leans against the wall, legs out to make sure the Dark Order don’t make the mistake of thinking that they can escape this conversation. “Truth or dare. Let’s start with Silver.”
“Dare,” he says. He looks way too excited. “You gonna make me suck a dick? Lick somebody’s stinky butthole?”
Matt involuntarily scoots a little further away. “Gross, no. What in the world do you guys get up to?”
“So much,” Uno says, sounding dazed.
“Silver, I dare you to text ‘I love you’ to whoever posted most recently in your Instagram feed.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” Silver says, pulling his phone out from his trunks. Matt reminds himself to never shake his hand without Purel on hand. “Hello, Miss Grande.” He types it out, presses send and shows Matt. “Maybe she’ll pick up some tickets to the gun show and get up on this.”
“I’m pretty sure she’s married now,” Reynolds muses. “I choose truth.”
“Who’s your least favorite member of the Dark Order?”
“Oh, that’s easy.” Alex waves it away. “Five. He was the worst.” He pauses. “Actually, wait. I think my least favorite is Ten now. Because of, you know, the whole betrayal thing.”
John exhales. “I never thought I’d see the day when Five wasn’t last in something.”
“So, Uno, how about you?”
“Dare.”
“I dare you, to,” Matt checks his list again, wishing he could just memorize the whole thing, “to send a sext to the last person in your phone, alphabetically.”
“Oh, well, that’ll be,” he holds up his phone, “Wheeler Yuta.”
“This’ll be fun,” John says, “tell him you want to use his abs to do laundry.”
Uno makes an appraising noise. “Honestly, that’s better than what I was worried you’d suggest.”
“I was gonna say ‘ask him to suck your Moby dick’, but I figured that was over the line.”
“Good call,” Matt says. Uno types and sends the message. “Keep me posted. It’ll be fascinating to see where this goes next.”
He makes his way down to Death Triangle’s area, but they’re gone. No sign of them. “Hello?” he calls into the locker room. “Anybody else in here?”
“Hello hello,” says Bryan Danielson, popping out from the showers. He’s fully dressed, though, so Matt doesn’t need to have a panic attack about that. “Need something?”
“I’m playing truth or dare,” Matt says. “Which one?”
“Truth, I guess,” Bryan says, fixing his hair in the mirror.
“Who’s your favorite person on the roster?”
Bryan keeps adjusting pieces of his hair as he thinks. “Probably Mox,” he decides. “But don’t tell him I said that.”
“You’re secret’s safe with me,” Matt says, and he salutes, which he couldn’t explain if a knife was to his throat.
He walks to the other side, expecting to see it empty, but Hook is sitting there with Top Flight. “Oh – didn’t think anybody else was in here.”
“We’re trying to chill,” Dante says. His eyes are closed as he leans against the locker. “So, if you’re here to kick our ass or yell at us, wait, like, ten minutes.”
“Not any of that,” Matt says. “I’m playing truth or dare. Want to play?”
Hook takes a headphone out, considers Matt. “Truth,” he says. Matt thinks this may be the most Hook’s said directly to him. Like, ever.
“Okay, um,” he gives up on his phone, because he genuinely has a question, “favorite wrestler of all time?”
“My dad,” he answers. He doesn’t elaborate, doesn’t explain, just relaxes back against the lockers. But his eyes stay open, this time.
“Alright, Dante,” he nods to him. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare. I’m always up for something stupid.”
Matt breaks into a slow grin. “Go up to Danielson – he’s on the other side – and start dancing on him.”
Dante sighs. “Should have seen that one coming. Alright, fine. Let’s go.”
Hook grins and breaks out his phone, recording it as Dante walks over. Danielson is on his way out, but Dante catches up to him and immediately starts doing what appears to be the Dougie. Bryan is not phased, and simply walks out.
“That was anticlimactic,” Matt mutters. “Alright, Darius. What’s your poison?”
He tilts his head a little. “Truth.”
“Did you consider leaving wrestling after your accident?” But it wasn’t Matt who asked. It was Dante.
Darius’ eyes widen. “Not for a second.” He looks at Dante, who’s slumped, just a little. “Hey, bud, I promise. I wasn’t going to leave.”
“But you could have,” Dante says. “You probably should have.” His eyes are suddenly big and sad, and he looks so, so young. He remembers getting that same look from Nick all those years ago, when things weren’t going well and Matt was about to quit.
Matt stands, shuffling out, because he’s not needed for this. He hears the cheers from the Rampage taping going off, so he guesses he’s shit out of luck for anybody on that show. He ducks into the corners of the dressing rooms and the prep rooms, looks for Swerve and his guys, but nobody’s there. He peeks in catering again – no one. Everybody’s either working or back at a hotel.
He catches Wardlow on his way back toward his EVP room, and taps his shoulder.
“Hey.” Wardlow turns to him. “I like the haircut.”
Wardlow touches it, fingertips pulling at strands that are no longer there. Matt remembers doing that when he and Nick first started for TNA, when they made them Max and Jeremy. “Thanks, I guess.”
“Truth or dare?”
“Did I miss something?” Wardlow asks, looking around. “This for your vlog?”
“No,” Matt says. “I got bored and I’m asking everyone. Getting some good gossip.”
“Like what?” Huh. Matt had not pegged Wardlow for a nosy Nancy, but Matt Jackson is always willing to dish out the knowledge he obtains.
“Well,” Matt says, “I learned that Jungle Boy can’t do a lap dance to save his life.” He thinks about other interesting details. “Oh, and Hook’s favorite wrestler is Taz, which is expected, but nice. Wheeler Yuta can shove, like, a whole loaf of bread in his mouth at once.”
Wardlow nods in approval. “Okay, that one’s actually kind of impressive.”
“I know,” Matt says, “Like, I know a lot of bread is air, but a lot of bread is, well, bread.”
Wardlow laughs, something that is both confusing and comforting to Matt. He feels unlikely to be powerslammed into the wall. “Alright. I pick truth.”
“What do you think is your biggest mistake?” It’s a rough question, but Warlow seems…well, he seems like he might need it. MJF wasn’t particularly kind to him, and Samoa Joe was a giant jerk tonight. Nobody checks on Wardlow. Somebody should talk to him.
Wardlow sighs, leans against the wall. “Well,” he say, “I’d say helping MJF all that time. I made the mistake of putting money over morals.” He smiles. “Not doing that again.”
“Well, thank you for your candor,” Matt says, doing his best to be chivalrous. “I won’t share that if you don’t want to.”
“I mean, you can,” Wardlow says with a shrug. “I feel like most people can assume, at this point.”
He waves Matt off, wishing him a happy new year, and Matt makes his way back to his room. There’s only one person left from Dynamite that he really, really wishes he’d caught. And it’s only then that Matt realized this was all an excuse. His shoulders slump, like a marionette with cut strings, and he pushes into the EVP room with Nick with the energy of a dying plankton.
“You look miserable,” Nick says, a little too cheerfully. “You get punched in the face for daring somebody to, like, make out with you or something?”
“I did not dare anybody to kiss me, thank you very much.” He decidedly does not mention the thing with Jungle Boy. Or Tay. Or the little thing with Yuta. Or the thing with Mox. Which sort of wasn’t a kiss, as much as a mouth attack. “And no, it’s because it’s been a long day and I’m tired.”
“That’s not your tired face,” Nick says. “Actually. That’s, uh. That’s your weird little temper tantrum face.”
“Shut up,” Matt says, He dips his head, trying to cover whatever Nick thinks he can read there.
“Who was it?” Nick asks, too knowing as always. “Which sane person decided not to play your game?”
“Samoa Joe, but that’s not the issue,” Matt says. He can feel that Nick is going to keep pressing, kep asking. So he caves. “I couldn’t find Page.”
“Ethan?”
Matt lifts his head up. “No.”
Nick exhales, slumping against his chair. “Man, you really are a glutton for punishment.”
“It’s a game!” Matt doesn’t know why he feels so defensive about this. “I didn’t want him to feel left out.”
Nick claps him on the shoulder. “You really miss him, don’t you.”
“I don’t want to,” Matt mumbles. “But yeah. I guess I miss what we all used to have, you know?”
They sit silently for a little, packing up slowly, until Matt realizes he hasn’t eaten since five.
“Catering might still be open,” he says. “I’ll bring you a cookie.”
The walk to the catering area is quiet, since anybody who isn’t working Rampage is gone or packing up, and he’s halfway through a tray full of a smattering of snacks when he hears it. The familiar tap on the tile floors.
“Hangman!” Matt scrambles to his feet, practically tripping over them to get out of the cafeteria and out to Adam. “Adam! Wait!”
He turns around slowly. Hesitantly. Matt doesn’t like it. “Matt?”
“Yeah, hi,” Matt says. He skids to a stop in front of Adam. “Hi.”
“You said that already.”
Matt can’t help but smile. “I know. Um, truth or dare?”
Adam sighs. “Not again.”
“It’s not spin the bottle this time,” Matt blurts out. “So you don’t have to kiss me.”
“I didn’t have to kiss you that time,” Adam says, leaning against his wall. “But, truth.”
Matt feels something well in him, some kind of bold tenacity. Adrenaline spikes. “Do you hate me?”
Adam slips a little bit. “What?”
Matt nods. “That’s your truth. Do you hate me?”
He’s quiet for a minute, for long enough that Matt is regretting this whole thing. Then, “No.” He adjusts his hair, tightening the bun. “No, Matty, I don’t.”
The nickname is like a kick to the heart. Or a jumpstart. Matt risks stepping closer.
“Now I get to ask you, right?”
Matt tilts his head. “You ask me?”
“That’s how the game’s played, isn’t it?” Adam asks. His fingers are pulling at his belt buckle. He’s nervous. “The last person to go always gets to ask whoever they want.”
“Nobody else has cashed in on that today, but, yeah.” Matt feels a little breathless. “Yeah, you can ask me.”
“Truth or dare?” His voice is low, breathy. Matt remembers that tone of voice. Remembers when it used to meet him in the middle of the night in a shitty hotel room, used to sweep him off his feet backstage.
“Dare,” Matt whispers.
Adam steps toward Matt. “Kiss me.”
Matt nods, feeling something tighten in his chest, something that’s been begging to get touched for years. He tilts his head up, and it’s like coming home. Adam’s fingers thread through his hair where it’s fallen out of the ponytail; he slides them against the base of his head like he always used to. Matt sighs into it, settles his hands on Adam’s hips, pulls him closer. Adam makes this little sound against him as he licks at Matt’s lips. Like Matt could ever resist that sound. He goes up onto his toes trying to get better leverage, and presses Adam up against the wall. Adam’s hands lose some of their demure hesitance, and they grip at the back of Matt’s shirt. It feels like an invitation, so Matt slides his hands up Adam’s shirt, pressing at the familiar skin there.
He's missed this. He’s missed Adam. He’s missed feeling like there was something other than the ground to anchor him.
Matt fumbles with the door and twists the knob, and he pulls Adam with him into whichever room this is. He doesn’t care where it is – he just needs to be away from any questioning eyes. He realizes with a hazy sense of stupid that this is, indeed, Kenny’s dressing room. And Matt doesn’t care.
Adam’s making those little, desperate noises again, the ones that get Matt hard in his pants so fast he gets dizzy, and Matt’s only option is to scrabble at Adam’s shirt and yank it up over his head.
“Missed you,” Adam growls, biting along Matt’s jaw. His hands have found their way up Matt’s back, under his shirt, burning a path where his fingertips skitter and scratch. “Want you.”
Matt can’t do much other than make a weird little murmur in response, and he hopes it’s enough to tell Adam that he wants him, too. He pulls back, just a little, and hears Adam make a half pathetic desperate noise.
“I’m coming back,” Matt says, and he pulls of his shirt, throwing it somewhere in the room. He grabs at the hem of Adam’s shirt, already messed up, and yanks it up. “Rawhide Kid?” he asks. “What…?”
“It’s a gay cowboy,” Adam says, with a little laugh. “Strangely appropriate for right now, huh.”
Matt nods in agreement, then steps back into Adam’s space. He goes for Adam’s belt, doesn’t know what he’s getting, but he wants anything Adam is willing to give. Adam’s belt flies across the room, Matt’s pants fall, and Adam grabs him around the waist. He hauls him up and presses him up against the door as he pulls the pants off his leg. Matt’s vision nearly whites out.
“Forgot you could do that,” Matt laughs, head tilted back as Adam bites a bruise into his skin. “And I’ve bulked up.”
“I noticed,” Adam says. He moves down to Matt’s bicep, nipping. “Been lifting?”
“Uh huh,” Matt says. He rolls his hip up against Adam, desperate for friction. He’s rewarded with Adam’s low laugh, the kind Matt only gets to hear with they’re like this. “Come on, take your pants off.”
Adam turns and, with a hand on Matt’s back, carries him to the couch. He drops Matt, and it gives Matt a truly magnificent view of Adam looming over him, undoing his belt.
“Got anything?” Adam asks. “It’s not back in our Ring of Honor days, not sure if spit’s gonna do the job.”
Matt feels a zing of heat course through him. “Uh, this is Kenny’s room, so if you go through his stuff, he’s bound to have something.”
“Right,” Adam says. “Going through my professional ex’s stuff so I can fuck my other ex. Totally normal.”
“Shut up and get in me,” Matt demands. Adam does shut up, but not without an eye roll. Matt doesn’t agree with Adam – spit’s worked fine for him the last few times – so he works himself down on his own finger while Adam searches.
“Okay, I think I found – oh, holy fuck.” Adam sounds like the breath has been punched out of him. “Oh, god, you look so pretty doing that.”
“Had to,” Matt gasps, writhing against the press of his own finger inside him. “You were taking too long.”
Adam hums in interest, then leans down, batting Matt’s finger out of the way. “Let me.” He presses a kiss to Matt’s bare thigh, then slicks his fingers. He’s always so gentle, this way. Kisses up and down Matt’s body, peppered to his lips, his chest, his legs. He starts off slow, takes a while to go rough enough, fast enough for Matt. It’s not in his brand to rush things, he thinks.
“More,” Matt gasps, “please. More.”
“Well, only ‘cause you beg so pretty.” Adam gently slides a second finger into Matt, twisting them so it sends shockwaves up Matt’s spine. He can’t help it – he grinds back down on Adam’s fingers, letting out a desperate moan. “Forgot how loud you get when I’m inside you,” Adam murmurs. He moves up Matt’s body, pressing a kiss to his lips like he’s drowning for Matt’s oxygen. “What do you want?”
“Wanna – wanna ride you,” Matt gasps, grinding down with each thrust from Adam.
Adam laughs. “I could make a cowboy joke here.” He teases a third finger around Matt’s rim, then slides it in easy, drawing out a sound of desperation from somewhere inside Matt’s chest. “But you seem otherwise occupied.”
Matt can’t speak anywhere, just lets out a bunch of vowels, and Adam laughs again. Matt will do anything to keep that there. He leans up, moaning at the way it shifts Adam’s fingers inside him, and pulls Adam to him. Adam slides his fingers out.
“Why the eff would you do that?” Matt asks, and he sounds petulant even to his own ears.
“Because you want to ride me, and that’s not gonna work if I’m stuck doing this standing crouching thing.” He flops down, hard, next to Matt, and rips open the condom, rolling it over himself. Matt’s about to die a little, when Adam pats his thighs. “Ride ‘em – ”
“Oh, no,” Matt says, throwing a leg over Adam’s. “No stupid jokes. We’re stopping that right now.”
“Just one?” God, Adam looks cute when he pouts, lips all pink and eyes shiny blue-green.
Matt decides argument is unnecessary, grabs Adam’s cock, and lowers himself down. It’s a strategy that’s never failed.
Adam drops his head backward with an audible thunk. “Christ on bike,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “I forgot how good you feel.”
Matt’s eyes flutter shut as he does his first rocking. “I didn’t forget you,” he mumbles. There’s certain things you can’t replicate on your own, no matter how hard you try. “You – oh – always fit me so good.”
Adam hums in agreement, starting with slow, tantalizing circles of the hips. Matt rocks, memorizing everything. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever have this again and, last time, he didn’t know it was the last time. This time, he’s prepared.
Adam slides a hand up to the back of his neck, into his hair. He pulls Matt down to kiss him, deep and dirty, and he picks up the speed of his thrusts. This is what Matt really missed – the way Adam just lets it go, gets a little wild with everything he gives. Matt starts by trying to lead, at least a little, but Adam’s desperate with it, and all Matt can really do is grip the back of the couch and press open mouthed kisses to Adam’s gasping mouth.
His cock is caught between their bellies, catching on Adam’s skin, and it’s too much and not enough at once. He presses his lips to Adam’s forehead. He doesn’t know how to tell him what he’s feeling. He hopes he can show it.
Adam slows down a little, one arm braced on the couch and the other around Matt’s back. Matt remembers all of this. They’ve just never had the chance to do this in such a nice room. Before he can catch himself. Matt laughs.
“What?” Adam asks, laughing along with Matt.
“Just – Kenny’s room,” Matt says. “I don’t know. It’s funny.”
Adam hums, but he must not be feeling the humor, as he speeds up and gets his hand on Matt and very suddenly Matt has other things to focus on.
It hits Matt like a train, when he comes all over Adam’s hand. Adam groans, “Fuck, you’re so, I…” But he trails off into a wordless moan as he comes, head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut. Matt forgot how good Adam looks like this.
He’s got a giant smile on his lips as he eases his eyes open. “I missed you,” Adam half slurs, reaching up to brush hair from Matt’s forehead. “God, I missed you.”
Matt shifts, hips screaming at him, and flinches when Adam slips out of him. He’ll be feeling that tomorrow, that’s for damned sure. “I missed you, too.” He’s not sure what happens next, the reality of this crashing over him when Adam stands.
“Don’t panic,” he says, looking more confident than Matt feels, “just throwing this away.” He walks into the bathroom and comes right back out. “I’m not running out on you.”
“Oh. Cool. That’s good.” Matt really, really doesn’t know what comes next, but he’s been getting yesses almost the whole day so he figures luck is on his side. He reaches out, and Adam dives into his arms, pressing Matt to the couch. Matt settles into it, feels cozy when Adam nuzzles his neck and throws his legs over Matt’s lap.
“Forgot how cute you are, after,” Matt murmurs, arms around Adam’s shoulders.
“Shut up and let me cuddle,” Adam says back, but there’s no fire behind it, no anger. They stay there for longer than they probably should, testing the silence from time to time with little nothings, comments.
Well, until they hear footsteps. Matt manages to get his jeans and boxers back on, Adam his boxers only, by the time the door opens.
“What – what the hell?” Kenny doesn’t look angry, exactly. Anger would look a lot less confused. “I really hope I don’t know what you just did.”
“Take a wild guess, Kenneth,” Matt says, pulling his jeans on over his boxers. “Not like I haven’t run in on you and, well a lot of people, come to think of it.”
“How am I being slutshamed when you two are the ones fucking on my couch,” Kenny mutters.
“I’m not shaming that you’re a slut,” Matt says, shirt back on. The neck hole is super stretched, though. Hopefully a good wash will fix it. “I’m just commenting on it.”
“Can we stop saying that word?” Adam asks. Matt turns to see him doing his belt, and it sends that zing up his spine again. “And, uh, hi, Kenny.” He puts out his hand, winces, then pulls it behind his back.
Kenny shakes his head. “I don’t need to know the details.” He walks over to his stuff. “Oh – did you.” He cuts himself off, head snapping up. “Matt, did you steal my lube?”
Sheepishly, Matt finds the lube where they’d thrown it. “Here.”
Kenny makes a strange noise as he sort of tosses it in his hands, then throws it into his bag. “Don’t give me the condom back, for the love of god.”
“Already gone,” Adam says, grinning. “Thanks for the assist by the way.” The bastard winks at Kenny, Matt’s wondering if he’s physically able to get hard again just from that.
Kenny makes that weird noise again. “I should be annoyed by this.”
“Maybe,” Matt says, “but you hate being annoyed at me. It’s inconvenient.”
In tandem, Adam and Kenny groan in frustration. The cut it off at the same time, looking at each other in surprise.
“Moving on from that,” Adam says, starting to blush. “Anybody see my shirt?”
“Back of the couch,” Matt and Kenny say at the same time.
“Alright, well, I hate that,” Adam says. “Give it to me.”
Matt snorts. “Here.” Adam takes the shirt and pulls it back on, much to Matt’s chagrin. “So,” Matt says, “I was, like, in the middle of dinner when I heard Hangman walking down the hallway, so I’m starving. Anybody want to get food?”
“Shouldn’t this be weird?” Adam asks. “I mean,” he points between the three of them, “with everything, this should be weird.”
Kenny’s smile is more gentle than Matt would have expected. “Let’s save awkward for tomorrow. I didn’t get dinner either.”
Matt begins a spirited argument with the two of them about which is better, Denny’s or IHOP, and, for the first time in years, he feels whole.
The afterglow, though. That gets ruined fast.
“Where the eff were you?!” Nick asks, looking panicked in the hallway. “You haven’t answered your phone in, like, forty-five minutes!”
“I was busy,” Matt says, and he watches Nick get it as his eyes go to where Adam’s and Matt’s hands are linked.
“Oh, here we go,” Nick says, but he’s smiling, so Matt thinks he might be okay.
“Goin’ to IHOP,” Adam says. “Wanna come with?”
“What if we go to Cracker Barrel?” Matt asks, the idea fully formed before he was finished speaking.
Kenny puts his hands on his hips. “Huh. You know, I haven’t had Cracker Barrel in, what years.”
“Me either,” Nick adds.
Adam beams over at Matt. “Cracker Barrel. Just like old times.”
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Tips to Maximize Use of Technology in Education
The National Education Association of the United States estimates that the average teacher uses 27 different types of technology, from laptops to e-readers to interactive projectors. For school administrators, using the right technology is essential to classroom success.
Whether you are a teacher looking for tips and techniques to use in your classroom, or an administrator trying to decide which technologies will make the best use of your limited budget, here are some tips and tricks to maximizing tech use in education.
Integrating computer technology into the classroom is a challenge teachers face every day. The internet is a vital tool that helps students learn, teach and connect to the rest of the world. Nowadays, most students spend their maximum time online, so teachers must figure out how to harness the power of this technology before it takes over their future opportunities.
1. Access to the Internet
In 2014, an estimated $4 billion was spent on notebook computers for internet access across all education levels, with an increase in 2015 specifically within K-12 schools across the United States. Also, 87% of all schools have had Internet access for at least 5 years. 97% of all schools have access to computers.
However, only 60% of schools use a 1-to-1 device initiative; and 80% of teachers say that student performance improves when technology is used in the classroom.
2. Live streaming
You can also opt for YouTube's live streaming feature, in which anyone can go to the educational stream and watch lessons live or on-demand later. Most of the students can view these lessons from home, which has made it easier for me to close out this quarter.
3. Google Chromebooks
It has opened up so many opportunities for students. It is a perfect option for low-income families, as this technology has opened up a world of learning. You can easily gather your students' work and assessments in the cloud. It's also fun to use Google Docs and Sheets to make classwork more collaborative and engaging. With these Chromebooks and your phone, you can become a "teacherpreneur."
4. PowerPoint Presentations and Games
These types of presentations can introduce a classroom concept while also encouraging participation. Links to videos that accompany the ideas presented in the PowerPoint can be embedded within the slides, besides graphics and bulleted information. For example, Kahoot, an educational app for the classroom, can review information after a lesson or unit.
At ILM, we can integrate with varied popular tools you're already using including PowerSchool and Google Classroom, giving you the freedom to spend more time teaching and less time navigating between suites. You can contact our experts for more information.
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Become Your Community IPad Expert With These Excellent Pointers
Simply owning an iPad is lovely, but making that iPad work for you is the best idea. This article has a plethora of tips, tricks, hints, ideas, advice and strategies which will turn your iPad from a cute toy into a real workhorse. Keep reading to learn all you can.
Never leave your iPad in a hot car or any similar environment. The intense heat saps devices of battery power. Exposing it to extreme heat and light can affect the battery's ability to hold a charge for long periods. This type of damage is not covered in your warranty, making this a pricey mistake.
To protect your sensitive data the iPad has a feature that will erase all data if the password is entered incorrectly ten times. To access this feature go to Settings and click Passcode Lock; then click Erase Data. This privacy feature will restore your iPad to its factory default settings.
Fed up with being asked to join different Wi-Fi networks? There is an easy way to fix this issue in the Wi-Fi Settings. Simply turn off the Ask to Join settings. You will still be able to join networks; however, you will need to go to Wi-Fi settings and join from there.
Did you accidentally launch a loud application? It is easy to mute the volume on the iPad. All you have to do is hold down the volume-down key until it turns off. If you are using iOS 4.3 or later, it is possible to make the toggle switch near the volume control mute your iPad.
You can display your Ipad screen on a HD TV . All you need is an Apple digital AV adapter or an Apple VGA adapter depending on the kind of TV you have. This first product can be plugged into an HDMI port while the second one requires a VGA port.
Do you use Google calender? Would you like to incorporate it into your iPad calender? In the Mail tab, go to contacts, then calenders. Hit Add An Account and hit Other. Hit Add CalDAv Account and punch in all of your Google information. Then, exit the settings application and select your calendar application. The calendar should now be updated.
Hate having to tap the Bookmarks icon whenever you are wanting to visit your go-to sites? It is possible for your bookmark option to be permanent. Under the Safari menu in Settings, choose the On option next to Always Show Bookmark Bar.
Did laptop for note taking know that you can create folders on your iPad? Just tap any app and hold it until it starts to begin jiggling. When it does, drag the app over top of any other icon and let it go. The iPad will then make a folder for you with both of the apps involved inside.
Get a USB keyboard. When you get a keyboard, you expand your abilities with the iPad. Keyboards are often more comfortable for posting on Facebook, forums and doing other online writing. That allows you to be more efficient. Some keyboards double as a case, so check out the options available.
Be selective about your notifications. Under the Settings menu, navigate to Notifications. Adjust the settings until you are satisfied with which apps trigger notifications and which ones don't. This keeps you from being nagged by rarely used apps. It also keeps important notifications from being buried by less important ones.
Do you need to include a quotation in the text you are typing? You could either access the second screen of your keyboard or save time and use the hidden quotation mark on the first screen. Tap and hold on the interrogation point key and a quotation mark will appear. You can select it by sliding your finger.
Does your iPad contain private information that you don't want other people to access? If so, then your iPad has a feature that will erase all its data whenever the passcode has been incorrectly inputted ten times. Simply go to the Settings tab, go to General, Passcode Lock, and finally Erase Data. Just make sure you don't forget your passcode!
Now that you know how to take your simple iPad and make it into a real tool which provides great utility, put your knowledge to use. The more you learn, the better, so keep reading expert advice online as well. You'll make your iPad the tool you've wished it could be.
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