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wandaromanova · 3 years

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Can u do a fic where fem!reader and Nat are broken up and they’re pretty hostile with each other but when one of them gets hurt on a mission they realize they’re still in love and get back together thank u if u write this :)))))))

I Love You

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing, violence, that’s it i believe

A/N: hi! i hit 300 followers! i posted my very first story 3 weeks ago and only had like 10 followers then. i can’t even begin to express how grateful i am that i’ve been able to bring people joy (or pain lol) with my stories. thank you. not proofread. <3

Summary: Ex-lovers Natasha and Y/N dance around their feelings for each other. They decide that hostility was the best course of action.

Word Count: 2.5K

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You and Natasha dated for a year and a half before you guys decided to call it quits. It was a mutual agreement, but there was still some sort of bad blood between the both of you that was painfully obvious. The tension could be cut with a knife.

You guys were going great at first. You both understood each other on a level that no one else could. You would do typical couple things in order to compensate for the lack of stability and domesticity you’ve both had in your lives. Movie nights, designated date nights, cuddle sessions in the late hours of the night, and literally every other cliche there was in the book.

However, you and Natasha were both raised in similar environments. From young ages, you guys were trained to conceal your true emotions and that love was for children. So, communicating with one another was something that the both of you didn’t know how to do.

You didn’t try to communicate and neither did she; and there lied the problem. Natasha would absolutely freak on you if you so much as looked at another person. You would get upset if Natasha went on a mission without informing you first. There were so many pointless arguments that occurred between you and Natasha. Arguments that could’ve been avoided or solved if you guys were able to just talk to each other.

You would say that you guys did talk… just in a higher volume than normal conversation. The yelling between you both could be heard throughout the compound. Most times, you would get so fed up and tired from the arguing, that you didn’t even know why you guys were fighting anymore. It wasn’t healthy and you knew it.

You and Natasha never once told each other the big three words. That was a line neither of you dared to cross. Like the Red Room and The Academy taught you both, love was a weakness and was nothing more than a concept believed by children. You’d like to think that actions spoke louder than words, though.

You could feel the love between you both in the way you would hold onto one another after a mission had gone wrong. You could feel it in the way Natasha worried and panicked when you’d come back from a mission with so much as a scratch above your eyebrow. However, you still could not bring yourself to tell her how you felt. Not that it would matter now, considering you guys had broken up.

It’s been five months since the breakup, and at first your plan of action was to be civil with your ex-girlfriend, but she had other plans. Natasha would bark out snarky remarks whenever you would speak up during team meetings. She began to give you cold glares whenever you walked into a room. God forbid you would even breathe in her direction, she would storm out of a room at the speed of light if you did so.

So, you began to act the same way she was. Okay, yes, it was extremely childish thinking. You should be mature, regardless of how Natasha was treating you, but you couldn’t be civil anymore. So you would treat her just as harshly as she did you. You’d send her sharper glares than she would give you. You’d never listen to anything she had to add during mission meetings, being sure to make it obvious you weren’t paying attention. And you would always counter her hostile comments that were directed towards you.

The team was currently sat in a meeting. You and Natasha were meant to be sent on a mission together, to which you both immediately objected.

“Steve, do I really have to go with that over there? I’d rather go myself and risk dying than go with her.” Natasha pointed in your direction and you were immediately offended by her statement.

“No, I would rather go and die than have to hear one more word out of your god damn mouth. You’re such a bitch.” You spoke as you stood up from your seat, Natasha following suit. Natasha walked across the room and stopped in front of you. She harshly shoved a finger against your chest.

“What the fuck did you just call me? You better take it back before I make sure you never talk again.” Natasha glared at you intensely as she stared into your eyes. You returned her stare with a bored expression on your face.

“I said you’re a bitch. What are you going to do about it, Widow?” You asked her challengingly. Natasha moved to pounce on you, but Bucky, who was sitting next to your spot, sprung in and intervened.

“Let her go Barnes. I’d love to kick her ass.” You smirked as your words only enraged Natasha more. She struggled against Bucky’s grip, trying to free herself so she could pound your face into the floor, but she couldn’t break free.

“Okay! Enough. Natasha, you’re off the mission. Y/N, you’re with me. We leave in 10.” Steve spoke with conviction in his voice, fed up with the pair of you. Natasha stopped resisting Bucky’s hold as he slowly let her go. You looked at her with one harsh glare before you took the mission file that was on the table and walked out of the room. As you left, everyone in the room stared at Natasha. She huffed and stormed out of the room as well.

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You and Steve were currently staked out in a van. You guys were spying on one of the leaders of Hydra and an infamous weapons dealer. The man was currently having a lunch with the dealer. You had been sitting there together for about an hour. You were bored out of your mind and pissed that you couldn’t get Natasha out of your mind. You wanted to punch yourself in the face for thinking about how hot she looked when she pissed. The way her eyes would widen, showing off more of her green irises as her eyebrows furrowed together in anger. The way her chest rose and fell as she took deep breaths. God, she had such nice boobs.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Fury’s voice coming in through comms. “Okay, we evacuated civilians off of the sidewalk in front of the restaurant. Remember, wait until they’re in front of the alley before you attack. They may have weapons.” Fury informed you both and you looked onto the monitor to confirm the empty street. Sure enough, there wasn’t a civilian in sight; good.

Steve replied with a quick “okay” before movement from the door of the restaurant caught your attention. “Steve, there they are. Move out, now.” You spoke as you loaded your gun and attached it to your hip. You and Steve jumped out of the van. Steve threw his shield and hit both of the men with it. His shield came back to him as if ricocheted off of the men.

Your gun was pointed at the both of them as you guys approached them. “Meeting in broad daylight? Doesn’t seem like a smart move for two supposedly genius people.” You spoke as Steve searched the two men for any weapons. They didn’t have any. That should’ve been a red flag, but you weren’t in the right state of mind right now.

Suddenly, another van pulled up in front of the alleyway, right behind the vehicle you both had just exited. Hydra Agents with semi-automatic guns filed out of the van. Fuck. You guys were set up. Steve shared a look with you before he threw his shield toward the men and knocked the guns out of a few of the agent’s hands.

You began to fire towards the men with your own gun. You shot them in the shoulders, sending them flying to the ground in pain. You and Steve made quick work of the men and soon enough, there were unconscious men littered across the floor.

You and Steve turned back to the two men you had previously captured as they laid on the floor in shock. They really thought their little stunt would work? Pathetic. Unfortunately, one of the Hydra agents was still conscious. You and Steve failed to notice the movement behind your backs. The man pointed a nearby gun at you and fired 5 shots at you. He missed three of them, but managed to land two into your abdomen.

You fell to the ground as Steve whipped around and actually knocked the man unconscious this time. “Fury, we need backup! L/N is down!” He spoke frantically into comms as he applied pressure to your wounds. Your eyes were open in shock as you tried to process what just happened. You were shot. It really did hurt like a bitch. What are those black spots? God, I want Natasha right now. Wait, what? No, it’s just the blood loss talking.

You fell unconscious as soon as the backup S.H.I.E.L.D agents appeared on the scene. You were rushed back to the Avengers Compound in one of S.H.I.E.L.D’s vehicles, Steve following you after ensuring the two men were detained. As soon as the car made it to the compound, your unconscious body was placed onto a gurney and you were being rushed to the medical wing.

As your body was being rolled through the halls of the compound, you were pushed by the doctors past Natasha. She did a double take and quickly turned around to confirm what she had just saw. Her heart sunk to her stomach at the sight of your limp, blood-covered body. She ran after you without a second thought, fear and dread taking over.

Natasha tried to enter the medical wing where they had just taken you, but she was stopped by a strong hand abruptly placing itself onto her shoulder. “Nat, we need to let them take care of her. We’d only be disturbing them and we need their focus to 100% be on Y/N.” Steve said in an attempt to convince the redhead to stop her plan of barging into the room like a madwoman. Natasha took one last glance at the door before she heavily sighed and walked to the wall across the door. She slid her back slowly against the wall and placed her head in her hands.

“What happened, Rogers?” Natasha asked, afraid of hearing the answer. Steve went over the events of the mission, and all Natasha could think was that she should’ve been there with you. She would’ve jumped in front of that bullet to save you in a heartbeat because she loved you. Wait. She loved you? Holy fuck! She loved you!

Natasha’s heart rate increased rapidly at her self revelation. She has loved you this entire time. God, she was so fucking blind. How could she not see what was right in front of her? She was madly in love with you. She let the things the Red Room drilled into her affect your relationship. Now, she wasn’t sure if she’d have the opportunity to make it up to you. That thought scared Natasha more than any mission ever could.

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1 hour later

An hour later, and the entire team was sprawled across the hallway of the medical wing. Wanda sat beside Natasha on the floor, comfortingly holding her hand. The rest of the team just stood, anxiously and impatiently waiting to hear about your status.

At the sound of the medical bay door opening, Natasha shot up from her spot on the floor and looked towards Helen Cho. “What’s her status? Is she okay? Did she make it?” Natasha immediately fired off questions at the Doctor. The team stood firmly behind Natasha as they looked at Dr. Cho, their eyes asking her the same questions Natasha did.

“She coded on the table a few times. The bullets hit some major arteries, but we managed to stop the bleeding. If she had arrived even a minute later than she did, she wouldn’t have made it.” The relief of the good news radiated off of earth’s mightiest heroes. Natasha almost let tears escape her eyes, but quickly blinked them back.

“Can I see her?” Natasha asked desperately. “Yes you can, but shes still asleep. The anesthesia was very strong so she’ll be out for a few more hours.” Helen spoke as she opened the door for Natasha. She entered and let out a sigh of relief as she caught sight of your chest rising and falling steadily. Natasha grabbed a nearby chair and placed it right beside your bed. She lightly stroked your hair before she gripped your hand.

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3 hours later

You groaned as you slowly open your eyes and were met with an obnoxiously bright light hovering over you. You heard some shuffling before the light was shut off. You turned your head towards the other person in the room and you rolled your eyes at who it was.

“If you’re here to be an asshole, please leave. I’m not in the mood for it.” You spoke as you watched Natasha sit back down in the chair next to your bed.

“I’m not here for that. I wanted to apologize, Y/N. You were right, I was a bitch. You didn’t deserve the way I treated you, but I was just afraid.” Natasha began to speak as she seemingly appeared nervous. You’ve never seen her nervous before, you’re pretty sure no one ever has.

“I was so terrified because I love you. Everyone I love ends up leaving me, and I couldn’t watch you leave me. So, I thought it was best if I beat you to the punch.” Natasha looked down to her lap and played with her fingers absentmindedly. Your eyes widened as far as they could go at Natasha’s words. She loved you. She actually, verbally said it. That’s a huge fucking deal.

“I know my logic may not make the best sense, but what does make sense is the fact that I love you. I always have and I was just too stupid to tell you. I’m sorry, I love you so much.” Natasha spoke as she tore her gaze from her hands and up to your eyes.

You reached your hand out for hers and she shakily took your hand in hers. You almost let out a gasp at the contact, you missed her touch so much. “I won’t ever leave you, Natasha because I love you too. I’m sorry too. I was just as afraid as you were. We were both stupid.” You let out a little laugh at your last words. Natasha let out a chuckle as a tear fell from her eyes. Oh god, you’ve never seen her cry either.

“You scared me. I thought you weren’t going to make it. When I saw your body being wheeled down here…. all the blood… I-“ Natasha words were cut off as you smashed your lips against hers. You winced as the pain from your gunshot wounds radiated across your body, but you couldn’t care less about that right now. The only thing that mattered in this moment was that the woman you loved, loved you too. You’d never be afraid to express your love for her ever again.

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mxliv-oftheendless · 5 years

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Black Dahlia (Chapter 2)

So wow, um, people actually like this? Wow. I mean I was going into it hoping people would like it, but I just always get so flattered when I learn people like my stuff. So thank you all! Please enjoy Chapter 2!

Heather had to admit—she was impressed.

From what she had heard, KISS had designed the sections of the park themselves, and she could see some of the park as the Mystery Machine pulled into the parking lot. Specifically, the huge statues of them holding up a globe that was no doubt in the center of the park. She had to give a smile and shake her head at that—KISS really never did do anything small. As soon as they got out of the van, even from where they were parked Heather could hear screams coming from inside.

“It is so majorly groovy to be at KISS World on Halloween night,” Daphne gushed as they headed for the entrance. “Listen to those crowds. I’m so excited, I think I’m gonna freak out!”

Heather laughed and looked back toward the park. She suddenly noticed that lining the park walls were flower bushes and admired how well they had been taken care of. She nodded at them. Hello there.

“Apparently, you’re not the only one,” Velma said to her, and pointed toward the entrance. Crowds and crowds of people were running screaming out into the parking lot.

Heather tilted her head in bemusement. “Weird,”

“Like, dude, don’t most people usually run towards awesome rock concerts?” Shaggy asked.

“Not at an Ascot Five concert,” Fred interjected smugly. “Everyone walks in a calm, orderly fashion.”

Heather rolled her eyes. “Fred, what did I say about—”

Suddenly voices filled her head and she froze. She knew voices like that… she turned her head towards the flower bushes. All of them were whispering faintly, but she realized their message: DANGER.

“Witch!”

The yell snapped Heather back to reality, and she blinked at the flowers before turning back to the entrance. Two men were running toward them.

“Help!”

“Witch!”

They grabbed onto Shaggy’s costume in terror.

“Oh my gosh, she’s so terrifying.”

“The scariest witch ever!”

Heather raised an eyebrow. “Witch?”

“With the red mist,”

“And the creepy laugh,”

“Save yourself while you can!”

The two ran off, presumably to their cars.

Heather’s blood ran cold at their description of the witch. No… it couldn’t be her…

Shaggy watched them go, then turned back around. “Wait a minute,” he counted on his fingers. “The Demon, the Starchild, the Catman, the Spaceman—” He whimpered in fear. “Please tell me they added a witch!”

“Somehow, I doubt that,” said Velma matter-of-factly. “In fact, it’s probably the reason we’re here.”

“Not me!” Scooby piped up. “I’m here for the funnel cake!”

Heather laughed and scratched his head. “Me too, Scoob.”

Fred slipped quickly back into the role of the leader. “C’mon, gang, let’s get to work.”

The group of six walked toward the entrance, where an intimidating woman and two men, all of them dressed as security guards, stood vigilant.

“Like, excuse me, ma’am—” Shaggy began politely, but the woman cut him off.

“Sorry. Park’s closed.”

“But we’re here to solve a mystery,” Fred said confidently to her.

The woman looked condescendingly at the group. “Sure you are. You always wear makeup when solving crimes?”

Daphne looked insulted. “Uh, I should hope so!”

Velma stepped over to Daphne. “She means the KISS makeup,” she explained to her. She turned to the woman. “No, we’re just excited about the concert tonight. But we’re the mystery solvers you called for.”

“And you are…?” Heather asked politely.

The woman glared at her. “I am Delilah Domino, chief of security. Why would I call mystery solvers?”

Fred now looked very confused. “What? But Daphne took the call. Right, Daph?”

Daphne suddenly looked very sheepish. “Well…”

Velma turned to her expectantly. “Daphne?”

“Okay, the thing is, no one actually called for our help,” Daphne confessed.

Everyone stared at her. “What?”

“But when I heard KISS was throwing a special Halloween concert, I just had to come! I mean, look at that poster of Starchild.” Daphne pointed dreamily up to the mentioned poster. “He stares at me wherever I go…”

“So does the Mona Lisa,” Shaggy argued. “But you don’t see us on a plane to Italy!”

Heather crossed her arms. “Why didn’t you just tell us the truth?” she asked, trying to hide how angry she was becoming. I left my house defenseless on Halloween night just so a crazed fangirl could see KISS? “We all would’ve gone with you.”

“Not me,” Fred interjected.

Daphne waved her hand at Fred pointedly. “Exactly. But once we got here, I knew we’d all have a good time. Besides, the offs were pretty good there’d be a mystery for us to solve. I mean, we’re the Scooby gang, and it’s an amusement park. Right?”

Heather went to say something else, but then closed her mouth and nodded in concession. Okay, she had to agree with that.

“Wrong,” Delilah interrupted. “It’s a closed amusement park. And chances are, there won’t be any Halloween concert, either. So go home.”

“But we’ve come so far!” Shaggy protested. “Couldn’t we at least have some snacks for the road? Maybe some rocky road?”

Delilah was not amused. “Out.”

The gang looked like they wanted to protest further, but Heather grabbed Fred’s shoulder and steered them away. “C’mon, kids, you heard the woman. Let’s go back to the van.”

One look at Heather’s face told them all they shouldn’t argue. So instead, they turned away and followed her.

When they were far enough away from Delilah, Daphne turned to Heather guiltily. “I’m sorry, Heather—”

“You should be,” Heather said sternly to her. “You lied to your friends, and you lied to me. There’s a reason I don’t leave my house on Halloween, Daphne.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. I just… really wanted to see KISS.”

Heather’s face softened, and she put a hand on Daphne’s shoulder. “You shouldn’t have lied. Besides, there’s a chance we’ll still see them.”

Daphne looked up. “How do you know?”

Heather glanced back over her shoulder, then leaned in, smiling conspiratorially. “You didn’t really think I was just gonna make you all leave, did you?”

When she realized what she meant, Daphne smiled brightly and hugged her. “You’re the best!”

Heather chuckled. “Yeah, I know,”

-KISSTERIA-

Back at the van, the gang changed out of their KISS costumes into their regular clothes and were wiping off their makeup. Heather was helping Scooby wipe off his own.

Velma wiped off the last bit of makeup and put her glasses back on. “All right, time to get serious. It seems KISS needs our help.”

“Like, I’m no guitarist,” Shaggy said jokingly, “but I can play a mean armpit!”

He went to start playing his armpit, but Heather stopped him. “Don’t you dare,” she said, despite the amused smile she had.

Daphne shook her head at them. “Not to play music, Shaggy, to solve the mystery.”

Fred looked toward the park eagerly. “Well, then it looks like we’ll have to sneak in!”

“You’re okay with this?” Daphne asked in surprise.

“Of course I am. It’s a mystery, right? And solving mysteries is what we do.”

-KISSTERIA-

Once they had snuck into the park—with no incidents, thankfully—Heather took the chance to look around. As she predicted, it was a pretty good amusement park. The statues holding up the globe were indeed in the center, and off to one side—

Heather stopped and raised an eyebrow at the Ferris Wheel. “What’s a Star Portal doing in an amusement park?” she said to herself.

Fred grabbed her arm and pulled her along. “C’mon, Aunt Heather,”

They were walking past a cardboard standee of all the KISS members when they heard footsteps. “Hide!” Heather hissed.

They all scrambled to hide behind the cutout, while Scooby, who was unable to keep up, froze in place as a “YOU MUST BE THIS TALL TO RIDE” statue.

The footsteps grew louder, and Heather peered curiously out to see what was happening. From one direction was Delilah Domino, while from another direction was a man with white hair and a beard who looked stressed out. Is that Manny Goldman? Wow; she hadn’t seen Manny since the 90s.

“Caught some kids and an old woman trying to stay in the park, Mr. Goldman,” Delilah reported, “but I got rid of them.”

Heather frowned in annoyance. She was not that old.

“I can’t believe we’re chasing customers away,” Manny lamented.

“I know, but we went over this. Until we solve this witch mystery, it’s safer to keep everyone out.”

Delilah certainly was insistent on keeping people out of the park. Curious…

Manny looked concernedly at her. “Now, don’t get crazy, Delilah. Just stay calm, because I’m gonna be very honest with you… I called for some backup.”

Delilah was immediately indignant. “Backup?! You must be kidding! Mr. Goldman, I am the chief of security. I think I can take care of this unusual situation.”

Manny shook his head. “Time is not on our side,” he insisted. “The witch has scared away too many people. Tonight’s Halloween concert is our only chance to bring them back.”

He turned and walked off towards a castle-like building. Delilah made a noise of irritation before walking off herself.

Once they were both gone, the kids and Heather came out from behind the cardboard cutout. “Did you hear that?” Daphne whispered.

Fred nodded. “We got here just in time. Come on, let’s check out the supervisor’s office.”

They snuck across the park toward the building Manny had gone into, heading around the corner to the back. Heather looked over her shoulder, and realized Shaggy and Scooby had disappeared. She was about to tell the others, but then shrugged. They could handle themselves—they were always the ones who ran away from danger, after all.

As the four remaining crawled under an open window, voices made them stop and listen. “Chip, you don’t understand. If KISS doesn’t perform tonight, I will lose the park!”

“That’s not my concern, Manny,” came a second voice; obviously whoever “Chip” was. “All I care about are the concert tours. Every one of these cities translates into dollar signs. You know what happens if I lose these cities?”

“You have more time to take your kids to KISS World.”

Heather covered her mouth to hide a snort. Manny always did have a deadpan sense of humor.

“No, it means I lose money. Every time KISS comes back into the park, it means they’re not on the road performing, and I’m not selling their merchandise. So forgive me, but as far as I’m concerned, this park can wind up in a toiler. Preferably this KISS toilet.” There was fake roaring noise. “Because I don’t know how I’m gonna unload this thing.”

Heather wrinkled her nose. A KISS toilet? Ew.

Suddenly, the four of them heard screaming back from where they had been.

“That sounds like Shaggy and Scooby,” Daphne stated.

When they ran back around to the front of the castle, they saw Shaggy and Scooby running as fast as they could towards the castle. But before they could stop, Delilah Domino appeared and grabbed them, freezing them in their tracks.

“You. I thought I told you kids to stay out!”

Heather went over to Delilah. “I’m so sorry. Shaggy and Scooby must’ve seen something that scared them. If you would just let them go, we’ll be on our way—”

Delilah glared at her and cut her off. “Are you the one in charge of these kids?”

“Well, no, but—”

“I could have you all arrested for breaking and entering!”

Heather narrowed her eyes. “Okay, listen, there’s no need for—”

“Hey, hey, hey! Whoa! Whoa!”

Heather turned to see Manny approaching them, with a man in a green suit she assumed to be the Chip man following him. “Calm down,” he said. “I’m—holy mackerel!” He exclaimed upon seeing Heather. “Heather McMann, is that you?”

Heather smiled and went over. “Hiya, Manny. I thought that was you.”

They hugged and air-kissed each other on the cheeks. “My goodness, Heather, how long’s it been?” Manny asked.

“Too long,” Heather said fondly. “Man, I haven’t seen you since 1998,”

The gang watched their interaction in surprise. “Uh… Aunt Heather?” Fred said. “You know this guy?”

“Know him?” Heather placed a hand on Manny’s shoulder. “Kids, you’re looking at Manny Goldman, the finest club owner in the history of Ohio. What’re you doing here, anyway?”

“I’m park supervisor,” Manny explained. “Now, what’s with all the ruckus?”

Delilah stepped forward, dragging Shaggy and Scooby with her. “It’s these nosy kids again. Fortunately, I used to work for a government defense company, so I know how to take down intruders.”

“Like, she’s not kidding,” Shaggy said, his voice sounding strained due to Delilah’s hold on his shirt.

Heather raised an eyebrow at Delilah. “You must’ve been bad at your job if you used to work there,”

Delilah glared heatedly at her. Heather just smirked back.

“Sorry, Mr. Goldman,” Velma apologized. “We’re just trying to help.”

Daphne jumped in. “We overheard that the park is in trouble, and seeing how we’re such big KISS fans, we’d like to do all that we can.”

“We’ve got it under control, missy,” Delilah said in a superior voice, “thank you very much.”

“But don’t you want the crowds to come back to the park?” Fred asked.

“Oh, they’ll come back,”

Everyone jumped at the echoing voice. Heather smiled.

There was a sudden explosion of smoke and confetti, and when the smoke cleared, there they were.

“To see us!”

#black dahlia #chapter two #black dahlia series #ohh shit there’s a witch!#of course there is #it wouldn’t be a scooby doo movie if there wasn’t a monster right #daphne’s a tricky girl #can’t blame her tho #starchild stares at me wherever i go too #delilah’s kind of mean #manny’s a nice guy tho #y’all know who’s there at the end 😉#kiss au writing #scooby doo and kiss: rock n roll mystery #my writing #stay tuned for chapter three!

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xladymalice · 7 years

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Guys, respect is a two way street. If an artist shares their art with you with the only rule being "please do not use/repost/etc" those are pretty simple requests. Ones that you really don't have to do anything extra to RESPECT. The artist doesn't have to share with you, doesn't have to produce for you. They do things because they enjoy it and they want to. Just like with musical artists. When you pirate their music, you hurt them, some of them have to stop creating because they can't keep 1/2

Last big talk about Art Theft and “Minor/Hater/Whatever thiefs stuff”

I’d say most of them are minor thought. They’ve never learned about copyright nor the idea of creative property.

Take a good look at the reasoning of my follower and friend. This explains everything I tried to explain in the previous posts but it seems that many still don’t understand it.

It’s not hard. It’s easy.

Here have an example:

Imagine I tell you to show me your money.

Since you’re a good guy, you show me your money because you want to share your happiness. (You are happy to have some money).But I take away the money, because you SHOWED it to me. Why? It’s not your anymore, right? I can take it. You showed it, so it’s mine.

The idea of money isn’t yours right? You didn’t create money, but you decided to make money. Also, you decided to show me that money you made (by work, got gifted etc). That money is because of that mine. It’s not yours.

Now I have money. We all know, people with money are fame. So I take money of others and become famous.

Do you see the reasoning that happened all the time? It’s absolute bullshit.

You take away other’s goods because you are pathetic. There is no good intention, if you hurt the artist with that. It’s so much worse because you disrepect this artist (clamin

I am explicitly talking about repost or other use of art/stories/whatever WITHOUT PERMISSION of the RIGHTFUL OWNER.

More stuff below.

So. I am thankful for everyone who supports me and understands me. It’s not like I am desperately trying to get attention, on contrary. I am just stating my point of view and refuse to accept the dump reasoning of some people here in tumblr.

I faced so many posts where artists suffer because of art thefts. People who repost and even SELL their art. (sometimes even stories of writers get reposts or rewritten and claimed as theirs. It’s awful).

Why would I stay quiet about this fact? People will never learn if they don’t face this. And a single person cannot do much, but if we fight together, we might change some things and make the world a better place. Little by little.

Honestly, I am amazed that my first “haters” are actually about my statement and view of Art Theft. I was positive, it would be about my personality or art: no, it’s about this hot topic that shouldn’t be even a problem.

I mean: I’ve never pointed out who exactly I was talking about, until the person srsly started a war with me. I tolerate a lot but there is a fucking line that one shouldn’t cross.

Don’t call yourself “a follower” who “loves me” but “cannot accept my opinion on art theft”. I didn’t say YOU are the thief. But if you feel like this post is directed at you, I would wonder about that if I was you.

So Mali seems aggressive and stressed. I will tell you why.

I’ve been in trouble for a while now. This considers RL. As you noticed, I’m having tons of job interviews because after studying Computer Science I found no good company to work for.

I am working part time, but this is no solution for the future. I decided that I will move back to my hometown near Hamburg. That’s why I am trying to find a good company there.

And I did. I have high hopes that the second interview will solve their decision and make them choose me.

This involves me moving and me having more work and less free time. This is not that bad, I can finally push away SOME of my sorrows and worries. Maybe I will draw even more with being less depressed and worried about life.

There are huge changes awaiting me and my future. (And I have troubles with my family too, but this is personal stuff I don’t talk about.)

Usually tumblr is my little home with my friends. I don’t see the most of my followers as strangers but friends. That’s why I want you to call me Mali. We’re on the same level, ok? I am no better than you and vice versa.

But it seems every time I leave the save ground and state my opinion people just don’t get the point or feel offended. Actually 2 came along and told me “I’m crying, I hope you’re happy!”

Sorry, but... why? Just because I tell you the truth? How old are you?

Back to the point: I’ve been stressed. My parttime job is sometimes a pain in the ass too. I want to have fun... reading negative stuff like I’ve been facing the last days were really draining my mood.

That’s why I didn’t put of the nice mask, but answered straight foward and aggressive.

Sure, I am not always in the right. But why would I hide my true thoughts about a topic like this one? Especially by the use of my own stuff.

Luckily, I am not alone with this. That’s why I want to thank all of you who understood me and know what I was trying to do, even by being “the bad” or “the jerk”.

Anon*takes everything and purrs* I tried tot ake breaks, especially with my sickness. I am finally getting better and recovering. Also... life’s not that bad at the moment. Just annoying peepz D: Aah, a blue flower

@skeletalegastertalevoidtaleThis is sympathy. You feel, what I feel. You understand it. They don’t. They are probably kids with their own issues and attention deseases meanly said. If they understood the work and the time we invest into projects like these, they wouldn’t just abuse it. This is the idea of creative property. Swapfell Dawn is my story. My interpretation of the original idea of the term “Swapfell”. Toby Fox created Undertale, but he enhanced the possibility of creating AUs. There were many people before me who did this. So I don’t get the point for this being even an argument against me?

Look at my “money” example. That’s the same reasoning.

AnonThank you for understanding. But thank you even more for stating that I am doing good things too. I wanted to find friends and motivate others. I know how hard it is to motivate yourself to draw... to keep going... not to give up.I want to show that it’s possible to reach unbelievable heights as long as you fight and don’t give up! So I’m really happy for you!

AnonThat’s life. Nothing new to be honest. Everyone loves me as long as I keep quite and do not say my opinion out loud. Once I did, I am the bad guy.You know what? I’m fine with that. I like being bad anyways.

Anon:Aw, thanks for worrying. I accept the hug this time!

@adorable-lil-shitWonderful sarcasm there. -10/10

AnonThat lady is unfortunately not the only one. I met some of these bitches (sorry) and the most are minor. What’s even worse. They shouldn’t be on my fucking blog. The thing is, these people destroy my view of others. I am so frustrated with the russian fandom, that I don’t allow anyone to do anything with my art except I know them. And even that is too much. I don’t want to see my art somewhere else. It’s mine.I took my time to read some of the comments below my images and srsly, people don’t get the point. Why? Because they don’t get answers by ME. The dudes who upload my stuff have no idea... they are just dumb farts.

@dragoonmaster1212Thank you. But I am not that well at handling things like that. I do vent and I can vent alot about it. Somehow the steam needs to get out. You see, I had a very shit time at school being the number one dude to get bullied. I know how it’s like to shut up and just take whatever bullies give you. But I learned to stand up and stand my ground. No fucking kids will tell me what to do and take away what’s mine. Even if it means acting radical and punishing all. There are no easy ways to solve a serious topic like art theft.

AnonIt’s totally fine to go on Anon. I don’t want you to get in trouble just because I am not hiding myself. Totally fine. Thank you for saying this. I truly cherish people who say they respect me.

I treat people like I want to be treated. If they hurt this rule by hurting me, I will hurt them.

That’s how I work. Involving Toby Fox is a desperate attempt and trying to make me feel bad for their mistakes. They don’t know how to argue, so they use the idea of “Toby Fox has the copyright”.Yes, but Toby Fox has not the copyright of the story and design of Swapfell Dawn. They don’t get this obviously.

@flamefiendsYeah, sounds good to me. So you will offer yourself to me?

AnonYeah, absolute kids in my view. I am positive, they are not adults. Thank you for supporting me.

AnonThanks :) I am happy that I am not only the bad guy. But I am, I guess.

@babypizzawonderlandI won’t give up. These freaks won’t bloody win over me. I won’t shut up. If it’s annoying people, feel free to leave. This topic is a serious one. I won’t back down.

@buttergriffin332Yeah, that’s life again. But I won’t surrender. Thanks for staying with me.

@aussieevyWell, I lost my patience somewhere along the way too. I think these people think I am bad because I am telling them off like their moms did?Besides, I am trying to exlain shit.... and they still don’t get it. So I think they are stupid or kids. I don’t know any other reason why they don’t get it’s bad. (Ok, there are egoistic attention whores too, but ye... still kids).Thanks for saying that thought. I appreciate that.

@al-surfaceThank you, cookie Q.Q It’s hard not to get worked up. After all they attack my as a person in the end too. It seems hard to face the truth about thievery and what they do is wrong. They don’t worry about consequences... so many great people leave because of this bullshit. I won’t do that.

AnonYeah, totally my rage inside my mind there.That’s what I was thinking when I tried to talk some sanity into them. Helpless cases. I had to block the ones I know and move on. They don’t accept the fact it’s mine: even worse! They say my comics wouldn’t be that popular without them. YEAH OF COURSE; BITCH.

AnonThanks. I am happy that I am not the only one who thinks this. Glad to have you on my side. You get the point... so it can’t be that hard to understand right?

@loutoblogYeah... *sighs* Humanity’s stupidity is endless. It seems like it’s a crime to demand fairness and respect. It’s fun. They would cry and rage even louder, if I took their personal pictures and posted them on CumWhoreDotCom.Thanks, sweetie... it’s a bit hard, but I’m a fighter.

@fairytail78foreverI think you could say it’s jealousy. I think also attention whores who are mad they don’t get any likes. So they take away other’s goods and become fame. Low. Super low. I despise people like that.

Anon“Fans”. Yeah. Sadly. I will be bad in their eyes forever. Because I “hurt” them for being rude and selfish shits. Exactly. So I won’t just allow them to see my shit like that. There will be a fucking way to punish and I will find it. Until then I will be in war with them. But okay... I think argueing with idiots is truly an endless circle.

AnonI won’t do that. They know who they are, if they ever come to read this. I am not the type to make my friends attack others. Instead, I want everyone to state their opinion so others MIGHT LEARN from it.Thank you for your kind words. I just hope this will end anytime soon, so we all can enjoy the stuff we love the most!

Respect Artists. Be fair. Don’t be a rude, selfish fuck.

@angrywolflandThanks.... that’s what I hoped for.

AnonThis is a very good example. Take your time reading it. It explains why it’s wrong too. It’s just sadly funny how stupid people are.

@emilys-fandom-trashbinThat’s what I am saying all the time. But they ignore this fact? That it’s my property? That they cannot use it? I mean, I could take their money too. It’s not their property. Money is not their idea.Thank you for the compliments and your sympathy. This helps.

@pizzataleauPlease call me Mali. I am on the same level as you.That’s a nice offer, but I think it won’t help? These two are kids probably. They use Google Translator, misunderstand things because of the language barrier and blame me for being a “mean person”. Both of them are liars and selfish fucks. I hope karma will settle this for me. Thank you very much. Especially for worrying for me >///chuchuchuuuu*

@dearestdanger I know that the most understand... they are writers and artists themselves. It’s just weird how they try to justify their actions. If I would take away their stuff, they would cry the loudest.But they also cry, because I showed them, they did something bad. Geez, it’s so annoying.Thanks for the support! I won’t give up!

@silver-is-hereOhh, sweetheart. You’re sure doing the right things in the right time Q//QThanks... my day was okay. Work’s been hard and troubling, but I survived it. I will make myself some hot chocolate, get some cookies and play some league of legends. Or I will watch a movie... mmhmmm... I haven’t watched animes in ages... D:I love you too

AnonThank you... reading an ask like this makes me feel better a lot of times. I do worry about my other fans... how they will react to my personality and stuff. But... I don’t consider art thiefs as friends? Nor do I want them to be as my followers? I don’t need them? Since they harm me and my friends?Thank you :) That’s the way it should be. It’s my right, not theirs.

Some older asks considering the russian fandom:

I will as strong as possible. I don’t give up... I enjoy being here and sharing my stories and ideas. Some fucks won’t make me stop doing that. However, I will really stop publishing stuff, if they don’t back down. Last time they understood because of a friend. I hope this won’t be in vain.

Thanks @cinnamon4wolfy. I appreciate your worry and will take a good rest later

@pandorica101Yeah. That will be probably a hard topic for a while. People forgot how to respect... how to treat each other well. It’s sad. Thanks for being with me tho... I also hope it won’t repeat so much anymore.

To the rest of the Anons. Thank you for your support and worry. I was happy you wrote me because it helped me to stay determined.

My wrath is limitless.

And Thank you.... here is my request to all russian watchers:

If you see my or other people’s art reposted, please... just please... tell them not to do that. Especially on VK. I will stop uploading Swapfell Dawn, if anybody uploads and translates it there. Please spread a good message. Please tell them to visit the original websites for the pictures.... don’t spread hate, spread love and respect.

Last AnonYeah... thanks. I think it is annoying to reblog “do not repost” thing.... or just post so much vent and negativity....

I will not stop being myself, tho.

Deal with it.

#malivent #masterpost #art theft #signal #please show respect #be kind #famoussmuggler

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Northern Downpour

Part 3 of a series! However I’ve designed this one to be able to be read as a standalone without confusion. If you’re interested in the first two, please start at: The End of All Things, then continue to When the Day Met the Night.

Description: Dan and Phil have been married for a little while now, and they have a big decision to make, regarding becoming parents.(Parent!Phan)

Words: 2085

Phil sipped his ribena as he thought carefully. He wondered how best to phrase the suggestion. Of course, he knew Dan would be a fan of the idea. He just wanted the way he asked to be special. Of course, that was probably not going to happen as he hadn’t planned anything out, yet he couldn’t wait another moment to say it.

“So, uh, you wanna be dads?” he blurted. Dan choked on his spaghetti from across the table, laughing and smiling all the while.

“You’re serious?” he asked.

“Yeah, of course,” Phil said. “I want to raise a child with you. No better time than the present, right?” Dan was grinning ear to ear. He set his fork down completely, preparing to have this conversation.

“I mean, yes. Hell yes,” Dan said. “Let’s see, options.”

“Adoption, or surrogacy,” Phil reminded. He had his fingers up in the air, counting their choices. His eyes had lit up.

“Oh, with surrogacy we could be involved from the very beginning.”

“And that way we could even be related to it, you know, biologically.” He made a vague hand gesture that was mildly suggestive. Dan laughed and put his face in one hand.

“They could have your blue eyes, Phil.” Dan was getting excited at the thought.

“Or your curly hair,” he offered. Dan giggled, arms splayed out on the table.

“We should use your sperm. You’ve got the better DNA, for sure,” he suggested playfully.

“Not true!” Phil argued. “You’re way better looking and everyone knows it!”

“Our fans would disagree with that for sure. Besides, we shouldn’t choose our child’s DNA based on looks! You’ve got the intelligence, Mr. Master’s degree, that’s what it will need in life.”

“Hey, you got more subscribers than me with your good looks and amazing humor than I ever got for my degree in Video Post-Production!”

They both stopped there, laughing outrageously.

“Well, we’re not making progress on that question,” Phil chimed in. “So, the next is, who will actually carry the child?”

“We need someone we know, and trust, obviously,” Dan was now in problem-solving mode.

“Maybe another YouTuber, in case we want to share it.”

“And someone who has had a child before, so they’re a bit more experienced and comfortable.”

They shared a knowing look. Their needs narrowed it down to just one person, and Phil nodded at Dan, reading his mind. They needed Louise.

As the waiter set their drinks down, Louise eyed Dan and Phil suspiciously from across the table.

“Okay, so you two haven’t treated me to dinner since just after your engagement, so you’ve got something to tell me again today. Spill,” Louise said. They had little choice but to respond to her bluntness with bluntness of their own.

“Well,” Dan said. “We’ve decided we’re ready to have a baby!” He let that thought sink into her mind, watching her eyes light up and her smile shine the way it always does when she is proud of them.

“Congratulations guys! Oh my god!” she said.

“Thanks,” Phil began. “We’ve decided that surrogacy is right for us. Now, the only thing left is we need to find a surrogate mother..” he trailed off. Louise was hesitant to respond.

“And you guys want me?” she said. They couldn’t quite read her expression yet. They hung on her every word as if their future hung in the balance. Well, it did. “I’d be honored,” she finally let out. She stood up to embrace them. They rose to their feet in time.

“Are you serious?” Dan asked, not believing it could be so easy. The three formed an awkward hugging triangle.

“Of course!” she said. “I’m one of those weird and fortunate women who loved being pregnant! Just one question though,” they pulled away briefly. “I won’t have to have sex with either of you, right?”

“Oh god, no. Nothing like that,” Phil said.

“Wait,” Dan said. “You said yes before you knew the answer to that question.”

“Let’s not read too deeply into that,” Louise said.

On the day of their consultation with the obstetrician, Dan and Phil could hardly contain themselves. They had been giggling to one another the entire train ride over. Now, sat in the waiting room, they were hardly any better.

“If we use your sperm, maybe they will get your blue eyes,” Dan suggested.

“And what if I happen to like your brown eyes?” Phil asked. “Brown eyes are in now, I’m telling you.”

“Howell-Lesters?” The nurse stood waiting for them, clipboard in hand, doing her best to not seem impatient. They stood together, and rasping each others’ hands, stepped forward through the door.

The nerves hit them only then, like a sudden ocean wave crashing down on them. It may be exciting, but they’re still here to see a doctor, and with that comes the potential for bad news.

“Hello, hello,” the doctor said cheerfully. “I’m Doctor Singe, you can call me Claire.” She was friendly, and bubbly, and her presence did all it could to relax the men. “I hear you’re looking to become fathers!” They smiled to each other fondly, this being the first time they’ve heard the word father, in referencing them. (Well, truth be told, it wasn’t. But they don’t talk about the way their fans use it.)

“Yes, ma’am,” Phil said. “I mean doctor, I mean,” ah yes, there were the nerves.

“Claire is fine,” she laughed. “Anyway, if you don’t mind, I’ll just rattle off a bit about how the procedure normally goes. Stop me when you have questions, okay?” They nodded dutifully.

“Perfect, so what we ask is that you return the cups we give you at the end of this visit with your samples within the week. We will keep it for you until your chosen surrogate is ready-”

“Wait,” Dan interrupted already. “Samples? Why from both of us?”

“Well, we need those to make your baby, silly,” she chuckled again, obviously enamored. That’s when it first dawned on them that she was a fan. “Oh wait, you are here for the newer procedure, right? Oh dear, I’ve mixed you up with other patients. You two elected traditional surrogacy, correct? Where only one of you will be genetically related to your baby?”

“Yes, but maybe you have some advice for us on that part, see, we haven’t yet decided who should-” Phil said, before Dan interrupted.

“Hush Phil,” he turned to Claire. “What do you mean ‘elected’? We have other options?”

“Oh, yes,” she begins casually. “We have a new procedure where we are able to produce biological children from two males. I’ll save you the details, but basically we extract the split DNA from your sperm and connect it in an egg cell from a donor whose DNA has been removed. It’s much like regular sexual reproduction, only the DNA is from two males instead of one male and one female.” At the end of her little speech, Dan and Phil looked dumbfounded. They glanced at one another, then back to Claire, then back to each others’ eyes, their faces slack-jawed.

“You can do that?” Phil asked, finally.

“Oh yes,” she said. “Interested?” she cocked an eyebrow at them. Dan nodded at Phil resolutely, and they both nodded for her to continue.

“So, risks and benefits. First, there is a slightly higher risk of miscarriage, but of course I would have to warn you regardless of the method you chose that with surrogacy is always fairly high-risk for miscarriage.” They gripped hands beneath the desk. “But, there hasn’t been a connection to any problems in a full-term pregnancy, so that is a huge plus. Benefits, you both get to be biologically related to the child.” She gauged their reactions briefly. As the first tear fell from Dan’s eyes, quickly followed by Phil laughing while wiping his away, Claire spoke again. “I think we’ve made a decision then.”

It was only three months later that Louise was successfully pregnant, and Dan and Phil’s child was growing in her. Which was weird, of course. But it was also pretty freaking cool. Months after that, they decided not to learn the sex of the baby yet. Gender roles could wait until after it could walk, if not longer. They painted the nursery with Winnie the Pooh, the mural on the wall reciting a classic line from A. A. Milne. No, they decided against the “you’re braver than you believe” line, and instead chose, “Some people care too much. I think it’s called love.”

Louise’s pregnancy went by fast for the pair, as it often does for the people who aren’t actually pregnant. Soon enough, they were rushing to the hospital after receiving the anxiously awaited phone call that she was in labor.

Phil paced the waiting room for all four hours, not even Dan’s presence could calm his excitement. That was probably because Dan was also pacing out of worry. Then Claire entered, a smile on her face. They raised their heads in unison.

“Would you like to meet your daughter?”

It was two months later and Emmy Louise Howell-Lester just would not go to sleep. They had fed her, burped her, rocked her, changed her nappy, and tried playing peek-a-boo, which only upset her more. She was still crying. By now it was 3am.

“Phil, I just don’t know what to do for her!” Dan was nearing tears. “She’s upset and I can’t do anything about it, I’m such a bad father.”

“Dan, relax, she’s just a colic-y baby!” Phil took her in his arms and she hushed for just a moment, before continuing to wail in his ears. Dan took the opportunity to wipe at his eyes and collect himself.

“Well, she definitely gets this from me,” he said. “I’m going to put on Spotify, maybe some relaxing music will help some.” He plugged the laptop into the Pooh Bear speaker and hit play on low volume. Gentle guitar started as Northern Downpour began.

“If all our life is but a dream-” the music played. Phil bouncing Emmy lightly to the beat, finding his rhythm had improved some since the first stage show. Her cries lulled into a whine.

“Drooping eyes and flooded lungs, a northern downpour sends its love,” Brendon Urie’s voice cooed. Dan pouted at his daughter, running his hand softly over her hair as she curled into his husband.

“Hey moon, please forget to fall down,” Phil began to sing along. Emmy whimpered slightly and quieted down. Dan glowed as he looked his husband in the eye and joined in, “Hey moon, don’t you go down. Sugar cane in the easy morning, weather vanes my one and lonely.”

Phil spun slowly with his little girl in his arms, smiling all the while as she just barely grinned. He looked to Dan as he heard him sing, “I missed your skin when you were east.”

“You clicked your heels and wished for me,” Phil retorted. Dan held his arms out and took Emmy. She nuzzled into his neck and shut her eyes.

“I know the world’s a broken bone,” he sang softly. “But melt your headaches, call it home.” As the chorus repeated, Phil turned the volume lower. They sang in a round. Dan began.

“Sugar cane in the easy morning. Weather vanes my one and lonely.” Dan sang.

“Hey moon, don’t forget to fall down. Hey moon, don’t you go down.” Phil added.

“Sugar cane in the easy morning. Weather vanes my one and lonely.”

“You are at the top of my lungs. Drawn to the ones who never yawn.”

The music faded out. Phil kissed the top of Emmy’s head, and looking up kissed Dan as well, slow and intimately, as if telling him how proud he was of all they had done together.

Dan set Emmy in her bassinet, and gently rocked it as she squirmed just a bit, then drifted off to sleep.

Hey guys! In my most humble opinion, this is shit. I’ve been incredibly harsh on myself for this one, and have re-written it quite a few times, but this is what I get! I felt like I had to write this one though, before I continue into any more parent!phan stories. Anyway, I really do hope some of you at least enjoy it, and feel free to leave replies giving any advice!

Don’t the story to end on such a crappy note? Awesome because it continues into Part 4!

#phan #phandom #phanfiction #phanfic #parent!phan

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douchebagbrainwaves · 6 years

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IF YOU BUILD SOMETHING TO SOLVE YOUR OWN PROBLEMS, THEN YOU ONLY HAVE TO FIND YOUR PEERS, WHICH IS USUALLY STRAIGHTFORWARD

Startups are that constrained for talent. The most common type is not the way Apple cares about the iPhone. And that's what the startup is in the same position; he doesn't have majority control of Microsoft; in principle he also has to convince instead of commanding. But while in some fields the papers are unintelligible because they're full of hard stuff he had to write a paper for school, if that will restrict you or make it seem like work. They always get things wrong. Like paying excessive attention to early customers, fabricating things yourself turns out to be the new way of delivering applications. But you should realize you're stepping into dangerous territory. The angel deal takes two weeks to close, so you should a consciously shift gears, instead of drying up, curiosity becomes narrow and deep.

What novice founders don't get is what insanely great morphs into as you roll the time slider back to the institutional investors who supplied it, because they're designed for growth, not adversity. Plenty of famous people do; in the short term, the quality of one's work is only a few percent of the world's population will be exceptional in some field only if there are a few people with such force of will that they're going to raise $200,000. It could only spread to places that already had a vigorous middle class. As long as you seem to be more than small and newly founded to be a great problem to have. I'm sure they argue, like all founders, but I have never once sensed any unresolved tension between them.1 When the idea is embodied in a company the founders could just walk away from.2 Partly the reason deals seem to fall through so often is that you know you're making something at least one customer wants.3 It will be easier in proportion to how much your town resembles San Francisco.4 Now most of your people will be employees rather than founders. But they don't realize just how fragile startups are, and this remark convinced me that Sarbanes-Oxley, few startups go public now. What are your abilities? Plus it would be so much less work if you could get all the great programmers collected in one hub.

You have to work hard in two dimensions. Fortunately the way to make existing users super happy, they'll one day have too many to do so much for their kids to go to work. Within a generation of its birth in England, the Industrial Revolution happened. It's obvious why investors delay. Even if it's the right thing to do, or know, things you're not supposed to. The stick-to-your-vision approach works for something like winning an Olympic gold medal, where the problem is well-defined. I did, and it wasn't here? Why can't defenders score goals too? If you look at the options available now, and choose those that will give you the most promising range of options afterward. In 1938 Buckminster Fuller coined the term ephemeralization to describe the increasing tendency of physical machinery to be replaced by apps running on tablets.

But I'm letting you in on the secret early. You can be ornery when you're Scotty, but not when you're Kirk. Sarbanes-Oxley. That's the nature of platforms. Not so much from specific things he's written as by reconstructing the mind that produced them: brutally candid; aggressively garbage-collecting outdated ideas; and yet driven by pragmatism rather than ideology. We suggest startups think about what they plan to do, or know, things you're not supposed to.5 This gives you maximum flexibility. You can find groups near you through the Angel Capital Association.

For example, while the VCs can afford to be rational and prefer the latter. This is generally true with angel groups too.6 So the way to make existing users super happy, they'll one day have too many to do so much for their kids to go to a school that didn't improve their admissions prospects. Startup School. It might seem that nothing would be easier than deciding what you like, but it turns out the rule large and disciplined organizations win needs to have a solid core of features, and a small but devoted following. Yech. And I agree you shouldn't underestimate your potential. If VCs fund you, they're not sure exactly who, will want what they're building. But as one VC told me after a startup he funded would only take about half a million dollars if they'll relocate to your city, and see what happens after a year.7 To be a startup, so don't compromise there.8

To get a complete picture, just add in every possible disaster. The other reason Apple should care what programmers think of them is that when you sell a platform, developers make or break you. That scenario may seem unlikely now, but it has been experimentally verified, in the initial stages at least, all you need is a great curiosity about a promising question.9 So for the next couple years, a good economy won't save you. If anyone could have sat back and waited for users, it was bad programmers. So are established companies, but they don't get blamed for it. If you want to achieve, and to pick a single user and act as if they were consultants building something just for that one user. Falling victim to this trick could really hurt you. It seems like the best problems to solve, because the economy is better before taking the leap?

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7x a year, but as an adult. A single point of failure, just that if he were a property of the Garter and given the freedom to they derive the same in the less educated ones usually reply with some question-begging answer like it's inappropriate, while everyone else microscopically poorer, by Courant and Robbins; Geometry and the reaction of an extensive and often useful discussion on the matter. What, you're using a freeware OS?

The reason only 287 have valuations is that you'll have to pass so slowly for them, because such companies need huge numbers of users, at which point it suddenly stops. Only founders of the next three years, it could change what you're working on is a service for advising people whether or not, and we did not start to get the people working for me do more with less, is due to I. This is a trailing indicator in any era if people are magnified by the Corporate Library, the more accurate or at least bet money on the scale that has little relation to other knowledge. This is isomorphic to the other sheep head for a really long time.

Though most VCs are suits at heart, the same reason parents don't tell their parents what happened that night they were only partly joking. If you want to work your way up. I've omitted one source: government grants.

When I catch egregiously linkjacked posts I replace the actual lawsuits rarely happen. The first version would offend. In the thirties his support of the 800 highest paid executives at large companies will naturally wonder, how much they lied to them.

If PR didn't work, done mostly by hackers. The two 10 minuteses have 3 weeks between them generate a lot of face to face with the same gestures but without using them to act. To do this would give you such a discovery.

Applets seemed to us that we don't have to talk about real income ignores much of The New Industrial State to trying to make 200x as much effort on sales. First Round Capital is closer to the table. They want to get only in startups.

Because in medieval towns, monopolies and guild regulations initially slowed the development of new means of production is not so good. Html.

They'd freak if they were getting results. It's hard to prevent shoplifting because in their heads for someone to do it to get a personal introduction—and in a way to tell how serious potential investors are also the fashion leaders. So starting as a cold email startups. If you're doing.

Considering yourself a scientist. I'm convinced there were some good ideas buried in Bubble thinking. People who know the actual lawsuits rarely happen. The person who has them manages to find a kid.

Thanks to Jackie McDonough, Jessica Livingston, Paul Buchheit, the rest of the Python crew at PyCon, Evan Williams, Robert Morris, and Ed Dumbill for reading a previous draft.

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