It took me days to get time together to read this whole thing, but I have finally done it.
This is it. This is the one article you need to read to understand just what is going on in Britain, America, and Russia.
This is the one piece of writing you need and can use to reference the very chilling reality that these countries have been tied together in the machinations of just a few billionaires, and how Facebook and Google tie in insidiouslyi.
I keep telling y’all to stop fucking with facebook but that’s moot now. It’s so much bigger than this.
“Was that really what you called it, I ask him. Psychological warfare? “Totally. That’s what it is. Psyops. Psychological operations – the same methods the military use to effect mass sentiment change. It’s what they mean by winning ‘hearts and minds’. We were just doing it to win elections in the kind of developing countries that don’t have many rules.”Why would anyone want to intern with a psychological warfare firm, I ask him. And he looks at me like I am mad. “It was like working for MI6. Only it’s MI6 for hire. It was very posh, very English, run by an old Etonian and you got to do some really cool things. Fly all over the world. You were working with the president of Kenya or Ghana or wherever. It’s not like election campaigns in the west. You got to do all sorts of crazy shit.”“
This is not just a story about social psychology and data analytics.
It has to be understood in terms of a military contractor using military strategies on a civilian population.
Us. David Miller, a professor of sociology at Bath University and an authority in psyops and propaganda, says it is “an extraordinary scandal that this should be anywhere near a democracy. It should be clear to voters where information is coming from, and if it’s not transparent or open where it’s coming from, it raises the question of whether we are actually living in a democracy or not.”
“And it was Facebook that made it possible. It was from Facebook that Cambridge Analytica obtained its vast dataset in the first place. Earlier, psychologists at Cambridge University harvested Facebook data (legally) for research purposes and published pioneering peer-reviewed work about determining personality traits, political partisanship, sexuality and much more from people’s Facebook “likes”. And SCL/Cambridge Analytica contracted a scientist at the university, Dr Aleksandr Kogan, to harvest new Facebook data. And he did so by paying people to take a personality quiz which also allowed not just their own Facebook profiles to be harvested, but also those of their friends – a process then allowed by the social network.”
Read this. Read the entire thing. It will take you a while and it’s a lot to digest but you need to know.
@sunderlorn we’re finally completely united in propaganda, isn’t that nice!?
Ok guys, so I hate that I’m gonna have to make this post but I really need help.
i just discovered this morning, just as i was headed to work, that i’d been laid off. I was working two jobs to supplement my living expenses, but as you can guess, losing my second job is gonna make not being homeless difficult. I don’t know what else to do, i’m scrambling to find a second job, but until then i’m just kind of pissing in the wind.
The only thing i can think to do is open commissions and hope I get some takers until I’m employed again.
All transactions will he conducted using paypal. (Assuming I get any)
**PLEASE NOTE–this is not meant to guilt anyone into helping me, this isn’t meant to make anyone feel bad. If you don’t have money, that’s fine!!! Even if you do, and you don’t feel like my work is for you, that’s also fine, please just understand im trying to keep my head above water. **
A reblog would do wonders; spreading the word would make all the world to me.
If you’re interested, please tell me what you’d like and provide references.
***I am open to NSFW, but it will not be posted on this blog, and I do have boundaries I will not cross. That said, lets get on with it. I’m sorry this price sheet is so slap dash, but I’ve had no time to prepare anything.***
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If you have never been in, or aren’t around people who’ve been in, I would dearly love to give you a few pointers.
Let me preface this: I love it when people write military fics (be they AU or canon-fic). I love the characterizations, the story arcs you create, and the love with which you create the stories.
But I’d like to help you make the actions of military personnel as accurate as possible, so someone who’s actually in doesn’t start to read your fic and roll their eyes at some of the things you unknowingly write.
-First off, you do not salute in civilian clothes. It’s actually unauthorized. There are only two exceptions to this rule: the President is allowed to salute in civvies, and if the national anthem is playing outdoors, combat veterans are now allowed to salute. (That came about in 2010, for accurate reference.)
-Do not salute indoors, unless during a formation (but I doubt people who don’t have intimate knowledge of drill and ceremony would bother writing about a formation, so that point is mostly just thrown in for shits and giggles).
-The army and air force do not say, “sir, yes sir”. That’s a marine thing (I’m not sure about the navy, since I’m not in the navy, but I’m sure someone else could help out if there’s a question about it).
-Saying “black ops” isn’t really something we do. For the army, you’ve got SF (which is how we refer to special forces–the guys you’re probably thinking about (”green beret” is an old term for them that’s not really used anymore)) and Rangers for the two big special operations forces. SEALS are the navy force, and I apologize, but I don’t know the other branches’ special forces. Again, ask someone who’s served in that branch.
-People don’t usually refer to themselves (or others) by their ranks. Exceptions are usually made if hanging out with people from your unit speaking about a superior, such as “Yeah, LT and I were talking the other day and …”.
-Sergeants are not referred to as “sarge”. You have no idea how many people got the shit smoked out of them in basic for that error.
-Army goes through Basic Training (or Basic Combat Training now; BCT for short), and marines go through Boot Camp. Yes, there is definitely a difference in terms. Army people tend to refer to their initial training as simply “basic”. I don’t know about marines or other branches.
-Calling someone “Soldier” is really something only done on TV/film. It’s usually mocked by people who are in.
-In the army, it is against regulation to just stick your hands in your pockets. We mockingly call them “Air Force gloves”, though I don’t know if they typically put their hands in their pockets. There is also a big stigma against wearing “snivel gear”: the poly pro cold-weather protection gear worn underneath your uniform.
-The everyday Army uniforms are called ACUs (Army Combat Uniform). They are never called anything else, but especially not fatigues. If you’re going back to 2003 or earlier, the uniform was BDUs, or the Battle Dress Uniform. The tan uniforms worn during the Gulf War and first few years of Operation Iraqi Freedom (OIF) and Operation Enduring Freedom (OEF; Afghanistan) were called first chocolate chips (gulf war-era) and then DCUs (Desert Combat Uniform).
-The dress uniform is called something different depending on what time period you’re going for. Saying “dress uniform” is usually a good bet, because you’ve also got Class A’s, Class B’s, ASUs, Dress Blues, Khakis, etc.
-Typically when meeting someone else who’s in, the first things you ask are, “What’s your MOS (military occupational specialty–your job)? Where were you stationed?” Giving out rank and deployment backgrounds out of the blue don’t usually happen.
-Time spent in the military is usually referred to as simply being “in”. “How long were you in for?” is heard way more often than “how long did you serve for?” That question is usually asked by civilians.
-There are enlisted, and there are officers. Enlisted are those who start out as privates, work their way up through the NCO, or non-commissioned officer ranks: sergeant (called “buck sergeant” in a derogatory term for someone who has been freshly promoted), staff sergeant, sergeant first class, and eventually get to first sergeants and sergeants major after fifteen to thirty years in. Officers also usually start out as privates and specialists, then graduate from college and commission as second lieutenants (the derogatory term is “butter bar” and is usually used in reference to said officer’s lack of experience and knowledge) before working up to first lieutenant, captain, major, lieutenant colonel (”light colonel”), and colonel (”full bird”). The general timeline is making captain (”getting your railroad tracks”) after about 5-8 years for competent officers, and spending 5-10 years as a captain.
-We do not stand at parade rest unless forced. Ever.
-Or at attention.
-When talking to an NCO, a lower enlisted will stand at parade rest. When talking to an officer, an enlisted will stand at attention.
-The highest ranking NCO is lower ranking than the lowest ranking officer.
-If you want to throw in some humor, if there is a lower enlisted (E-4 (specialist) or below) joking with an NCO, and the lower enlisted says something, the NCO can snark back with, “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you because you weren’t standing at the position of parade rest.” It’s a dick move usually to call people out for that, but it happens often enough that if you put that in a fic, someone who’s in will likely laugh at that for a few minutes.
-There is a term for a slacker in the army called POG (pronounced “pohg” with a long o). It stands for Personnel Other than Grunt, meaning everyone who’s not infantry. The term has transformed to mean anyone who shirks their duty or is kind of a shitbag and should be kicked out.
-There’s also a bit of a stereotype that infantry are made up of dumb guys, because you don’t need a high GT score to get that MOS. Their nomenclature for their MOS is 11B (eleven bravo), which is often referred to as an “eleven bang-bang” when trying to insult them.
-If someone is making someone else do push-ups, they do not say “drop and give me x number”. They’ll tell them either to push, or tell them to get in the front-leaning rest. The front-leaning rest position is the starting position for the push-up.
-Usually referring to basic training and AIT (advanced individual training, where you learn your military occupational specialty), you get “smoked” on a regular basis. This refers to PT (physical training), usually in the form of push-ups, flutter kicks, and sprints. It’s not fun. One of the least favorite phrases to hear in basic is, “Platoon, attention! Half-left face! Front leaning rest position, move. In cadence! Exercise!” Because that is the full command for getting people to do push-ups. There is literally no other reason for the half-left face movement. It honestly exists only for push-ups.
-It is awkward as fuck to be told “thank you for your service”. It’s wonderful that people want to show their support, but it is very difficult to respond to that without sounding like a douche.
I know I said a lot about basic training in there, but that’s because I tend to read a lot of fics that are either about basic or about deployments. I can give some pretty firm answers on basic, but everyone’s deployment is different, and I also could be violating a shit-ton of OPSEC (operation security) by telling you guys specific details about deployments. Everything I’ve told you is information you can look up on your own on the internet, but this is a bit more insider’s culture for you to help make your stuff more accurate.
And if you ever find yourself writing a military fic and have questions, by all means, inbox me. I’ve been in for almost nine years and I do have one deployment under my belt, so I can give you accurate army info. I’ve never served in any other branch, though, but I can probably give you a little bit more accurate info than what the movies do if you’ve got general questions.
Also, if you’ve got questions about PTSD, I can help with that. It’s not the cake walk that a good deal of fics portray it as, and it doesn’t always involve nightmares and aversion to touch. It can present as depression, intense anger issues, pulling away from loved ones, driving in the middle of the road, freaking out over pops, bangs, crashes and other unexpected noises, being easily startled by things other than noises, hypervigilance, the inability to sit with one’s back to the room, sudden bouts of anger, depression, tears, silence, or mood swings, among many others.
-Also, please, please, if you’re going to write about someone with a disability, or something that gave them a medical discharge, talk to me about the VA first, unless you’ve got a lot of knowledge about them. Not only am I in, but I’ve also worked professionally for the VA, some of that time in enrollment and eligibility, so I know a lot about disability pensions, who would qualify, what type of benefits they would qualify for, etc. I also know the ways that people can accidentally get screwed over from the VA. (It’s actually one of my long-term professional goals to change some of those things, so I am very passionate and very knowledgeable about it.)
TL;DR: I know shit about the military and the VA. Ask me if you have accuracy questions.
Summary: reader twisted her ankle and Bucky helps her take care of the injury. One thing leads to another and… well just check the warnings.
A/N: Okay…. So something weird happened last night. I was just doing what I normally do which is look through my drafts and see if I can come up with something for my imagines and stuff which didn’t happen, sadly. Then I just opened a new draft for some reason and just began writing while my mind drifted off to some… things. Basically what I’m trying to tell you here is that I wrote smut. Yes, I wrote smut and posting it will be my first time posting smut on this blog. I’m feeling kind of anxious about posting this because I don’t know if it’s any good. Either it’s so bad it’s hilarious, cringy or it’s actually something people can enjoy in a non humorous way. I mean I got a little erotically charged (college talk for horny (i love you if you get that reference)) while writing it but I don’t know if other people will. If you want to read it, go ahead and if you feel uncomfortable, don’t. Feedback is appreciated, especially now since this is my first smut that I’ve posted. You don’t have to go into detail just tell me if it was well written or not, that’s if you want to, of course. I don’t want to force anyone to do anything they don’t want to do. FOR THE PEOPLE I TAGGED!! I have no idea if you guys wanted to be tagged in smut posts too but hey, you don’t have to read it! I don’t expect every person to read every single imagine I post. Just skip this one if you feel like it.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Warning(s): SMUT, oral sex (both male and female receiving), cursing, unprotected sex (remember to wrap it before you tap it! Sex is cleaner with a packaged wiener. Don’t be a fool, cover your tool. Wrap your bate before you mate and all that stuff)
A/N- my first writing got 7 notes! (thats not a lot but still) thank you! Also, I will be doing a second part to this! (probs won’t be as exciting but whatever) So stay tuned for that!
“So Jug, you up for studying tomorrow?” Betty asks Jughead.
You and your friends were all sitting at a booth at Pop’s, as usual.
“Uh, sure!” Jughead replies and smiles.
You quickly look both of them over. Jughead was your boyfriend and he seemed to be spending a lot of time with Betty lately. It was really getting on your nerves.
“Whatcha gonna study?” You ask, scooting a bit closer to Jughead.
Betty glances at Jug and replies, “For the science test, you know how hard Mrs.Hank’s tests are.”
You nod and take a sip of your milk shake.
You didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but you were a little jealous.
Then you got an idea. Why not make Jughead jealous too?
You turned to look at Archie, sitting on the other side of table.
“Arch, do you to study with me? My place?” You ask the ginger haired boy.
He quickly glances over at Jughead who looks a bit suspicious.
“Uh, ok.” He replies.
You could see Jughead staring at you with hawk eyes, he was jealous already!
“Alright Archie, should we go?” You ask him leaning into the table.
“Sure.” He smiles and you both get up.
“Bye guys!” You both say in unison, before you lean down to kiss jughead.
Not just a peck, but a real kiss. You wanted him to see what he was missing out on.
You deepened your kiss and held his chin with your hand before breaking off. You wanted to be a tease.
You hear ooo sounds from Veronica and Kevin as you get back up from leaning over, still locking eyes with Jughead.
Jughead still looked flustered as you and Archie exited Pop’s.
“What was that for?” Archie asks, referring to the kiss.
You turn to him and say, “Juggie has been spending a lot of time with Betty lately. And I don’t want to admit it but I’m kinda jealous.”
“Ya, but they’re just friends.” Archie points out.
“I know but- I just want to make him jealous too. That’s why I asked you to study with me at my house.” You tell him as you near your home.
Archie nods and you both enter the house.
The next day, you Kevin and Veronica walked to school together.
I didn’t take long for Kevin to bring up that kiss.
“Ok, but can we just talk about that kiss?” He exclaims.
You giggle as he goes on.
“I mean that was hot. Like wow.” He says.
“Thanks,” You laugh.
“But like why? You hardly ever kiss Jug like that in public, is there something happening that I don know about?” Veronica asked as she pulled her phone out of her pocket to check her hair on the camera.
“I don’t know. Jughead has been hanging out with Betty a lot lately. And I know that they are only friends… But I’m kinda jealous. I guess I just wanted him to see what he was missing out on.” You explain as you all enter the school.
“Oh! Well I can help you make him jealous if you want.” Veronica offers, winking.
You laugh and open your locker.
Then you see Betty and Jughead walking side by side down the halls, laughing.
A fire burns in you. You didn’t know why, but you were mad.
Then Archie comes up beside you and Kevin to open his locker.
“Hey Arch!” You say loud enough so Juggie and Betty hear as they came closer.
“Hey Y/N!” He replies and smiles and grabs some books out of his locker.
Then Betty and Jughead come up to you guys.
“Hey.” Jug says to you all and takes you into his arms in a light kiss.
You kiss him back a little harder and then let go, smirking at him.
You turn around and get books out of your locker as the rest of the gang talks.
“So how was studying?” Jughead asked you.
There it was, he was jealous.
“Fine, and you?” You asked smiling.
“Fine too.” He looked at you a little angrily and then said, “Well, I better get to class.” and walked away.
After school, while in your room, you heard a knock on your window, it was Jughead.
You quickly opened it and let him inside.
“Hello beautiful.” He said and leaned in for a kiss.
You rolled your eyes at his cliche saying but kissed him back.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. He wrapped his arms around your waste as his lips moved gracefully against yours.
After a few moments you broke apart and stared lovingly into his eyes and he did the same.
His phone dinged and he pulled it out.
“Ugh. I got to go.” He sighed and made his way towards the window.
“What? why?” You asked in an annoyed tone.
“I promised Betty I would help her with an assignment, sorry.” He said.
You lets out a loud groan. Jughead turned around to face you.
“What was that for?” He inquired.
“Nothing… It’s just seems like you’ve been wanting to be with Betty a lot lately.” You answered turning your head up a bit.
“Ya, so? She’s my friend.” He said.
“Friend, huh? It seems like you want to be more than that with her.” You said. You know you were going overboard, but you needed to show Jughead you meant business.
“What? Y/N that just stupid! You know that’s not true!” He raised his voice a bit.
“Oh really? Then why are you spending more time with her than with me?” You said, crossing your arms.
“I’m not! We just study together sometimes and-” He began but you cut him off.
“Sometimes? Sometimes?! You have been with her almost everyday after school for the past two weeks!” You raised your voice and stepped at bit closer to him.
“I have not! Your just jealous!” He yelled.
Anger burned in your eyes, you could feel your face getting red and your palms sweating.
“You know what? Fine. Whatever! Just go!” You yelled pointing to the window. “I’ll just invite over Archie!”
Jughead began to leave until he hear the last sentence. He whirled around.
“Archie? Why Archie?!” He said, his eyes burned.
“See!! Your jealous too!!” Your voice getting louder by the second.
“I am not!” Jughead yelled, heading towards the window again.
“Yes you are! Now leave! Be with Betty! Cheat on me, see if I care!!” You screamed, tears welling up in your eyes.
That was it. He turned around so fast he was like a blob of black clothes.
“I’M NOT CHEATING ON YOU, YOU IDIOT!!” He screamed.
Jughead had never been so mad before. He had never yelled at you. He had never called you anything other than sweet things. But he was the most angry you had ever seen him.
Your face got hot, tears began to stream down your face.
“WHY WOULDN’T YOU? YOU HAVE NOTHING TO LOOSE! BETTY IS PERFECT AND SWEET AND BEAUTIFUL! JUST GO WITH HER!” You screamed as hot tears poured out of your eyes.
“YES I WOULD HAVE SOMETHING TO LOOSE! THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!” He screamed coming closer to you.
Did you hear him right?
“I love you Y/N.” He said a bit quieter, but still loudly.
He then took your face in his hands and brought his mouth to yours.
But before he kissed you, you let out a small whisper,
“3 wishes”, she articulated. “I trust you know the drill? Can’t wish for more wishes, or to be God, etc. That’s about the size of it.”
I nodded. “I understand, but one thing I want to make clear: I don’t want to find out there’s some crazy side effect, or hidden curse for all eternity or some shit. I want the things I wish for to benefit me, NOT to somehow turn around and hurt me. You promise that’s how this works?”
She cocked her head quizzically, as toddlers do when confronted with a conundrum. “Well of course, dear boy. Contrary to what you may think, I’m not out to get you. I have no reason to want to harm you. You have literally no risk in this endeavor.”
My gut tightened nervously.
“Satisfied?” she asked me with an impatient sigh, like a tired old tutor who has been teaching math for decades.
“Ok, I’m sold.” I grasped the pen and signed the contract before I waivered again.
For my first wish, I elected to have a weekly paycheck bigger than anyone else’s on earth. Rather than have a lump sum of cash, and risk spending it on a stupid island or being robbed, now I was guaranteed to be wealthy for the rest of my life.
Next, I took a cultured approach: fine art! I wished for an entire house full of famous pieces. My own showcase of literally priceless paintings.
Finally, I made sure to cover my ass for all eternity. “Heaven! I shouted joyously. I want to spend my afterlife enjoying limitless ecstasy & fulfillment forever.”
Smiling broadly, she signed her portion of the now-completed contract. "You’ve made some marvelous selections, child. You will indeed be satisfied, now & forevermore.”
She tore off my copy, folded it, sealed it with wax, & slipped the document into a stately leather pouch.
Her eyes met mine, for a consummating moment filled with irrevocability, and then she gave final instructions:
“And now, our collections agency will set about obtaining your desires! Unfortunately it’s not like Aladdin, you understand. These things cannot be contrived from thin air,” she winked.
I didn’t hide my worried tone, “Whoa, Collections Agency? What the fuck does that mean? You told me I had nothing to worry about!”
“Of course not, dear boy”, she assured me. “We must simply go about the business of collecting what is rightfully yours.”
“The money, we will procure from various banks around the world, and of course those places can spare it.”
“The art, we will replace what we take from museums, with replicas. Not a soul can tell the difference, behind the security glass.”
“And as for your eternal life in heaven, you will certainly be getting that as well! Though you didn’t earn it with your actions, tisk tisk” she slapped her tongue.
“That’s why we had you list a character reference on the contract; you chose well! Your lovely daughter has lived a very honorable life.”
For work reasons, I regularly have to stand up in front of a bunch of people I have never met before, and talk to them. Usually it’s about fifteen people, but at conference time my seminars have upwards of seventy-five people or more in the audience.
For years, public speaking was not my favorite thing; I dreaded it more than anything else in the world. But I love it now, and I’ve been told I’m good at it, so I’m gonna share some tips.
Freak out. Go ahead. Give yourself permission to panic about having to stand up in front of a bunch of people and give a speech. Go. Panic, scream, cry, complain to the world. Just get it out of your system - really get it all out in one go. You can have anywhere from ten minutes to three hours, depending on how close this due date is. But however long you take, know that when you’re done freaking out, that’s it - it’s work time now.
Make an outline. Write down the main points you want to cover. Dates, theories, equations, all of the Big Stuff. Write them all down in the beginning, so you won’t forget them later.
Once the Big Stuff is written down, start filling in details: what’s important about this date, explain this theory, what’s the application for this equation. If it seems relevant, give examples (but limit it to one or two easy examples per item; overfilling with examples can lead to your audience forgetting what you were talking about)
If you are making a PowerPoint - start transferring that outline into your slides. Don’t worry about design, format, animations, none of that right now. It shouldn’t be pretty at the beginning, all you need is your information on the slides. Make sure your slides are simple and not stuffed with information. Font size should be at least 28 for every bit of text - if you need to shrink it down to fit your information on, move it to the next slide or user fewer words.
Write your speech in bullet points. Resist the urge to write it out word-for-word. If you write it out word-for-word and practice from that and nothing else, one of two things is probably going to happen: you will recite the speech as you have written and it will come across as a recitation rather than a presentation, or you will forget a word somewhere in the middle and stumble over yourself. Writing your speech in bullet points lets you fill in the transitions as you’re practicing; your flow will be more even and natural when you’re speaking, and you won’t get caught up in what the next word is supposed to be.
Practice. Practice, practice, practice. Do not, under any circumstances, wing it. If you wing it, you will feel unprepared, so you will come across as unprepared, and you will probably forget important details or be surprised when a particular slide shows up. Practice until you are tired of your topic, practice until you want to murder your topic and bury it out in the back.
There’s nothing worse than being in the middle of a sentence and realizing you have no more air left. When you’re practicing, make note of where you should breathe.
Practice with an audience that can interact with you (your dog is a loving and supportive friend, but your dog can’t tell that you’re talking too fast). You need to give your speech to someone who will give you honest feedback - it can be an audience of one. Make it clear to them how you want their help: do you want them to critique your content, your presentation skills, or both.
Preparation is equally as important as practicing. Check your PowerPoint - are all your animations working correctly? Is everything spelled right? Do you have legible notecards written in a way that will help you? Do you have an outfit planned (you want to look nice, but you also want to be comfortable)?
Three days before, stop tweaking it. Stop making major changes. Go ahead and change the wording, but do not add any new content (and do not remove content unless it really is garbage). Up until now you’ve been practicing with a certain set of content, and throwing new content in at the last minute can unsettle your pacing and structure - it’s information you haven’t had nearly as much time as practice.
One day before, leave it alone completely. It’s locked. Done. It’ll be what it’ll be. 24 hours before your speech is not the time to making any kind of adjustments to it. You’ve practiced what you have, you know you can rock what you have, so you’re going to give what you have.
If steps 9 and 10 have both failed for any number of reasons (which is fine! happens to me all the time), then this is the rule you need to pay attention to. For the love of everything you find holy, do not make changes to your speech right before you give it. This has the same effect as winging it, and all the practice you’ve done will be for nothing.
Get a good night’s sleep. Be hydrated. Eat breakfast (but not a super big special breakfast that might upset your stomach; eat your normal breakfast, even if that’s toaster pastries and a can of soda). Dress in layers, so you can remove or add a layer as necessary and not be freezing or sweating up there.
Go first, if you have the option. Seriously. Volunteer to go first. You’ll get it out of the way, and you’ll be done. More importantly, you won’t be watching everyone else’s presentations/speeches while worrying about your own - that’s a super easy way to psych yourself out. So go first, or at least go early.
Watch stand-up comedy. What stand-up comedy teaches you is timing, pacing, and audience interaction. Stand-up comics stand in front of people and talk to them for a living - they just happen to be funny when they do it. Study them for timing and pacing: where do they pause, for how long, how do they transition two wildly different topics together, etc. Stand-up comics are great at handling unpredictable audiences.
PowerPoint animations: never use slide transitions, and the only animation you should ever use is “appear.” The “appear” animation controls what’s on the slide at any given time and is helpful for both you and the audience (though don’t make stuff disappear once it’s already on the slide). You won’t rush over yourself trying to move on to the next topic, because the next topic isn’t visible yet.
Also on PowerPoint: know where your slides end. Create a little circle or square in the bottom corner that’s just a shade or two darker than the background color, and have it be the last thing to appear on the slide. Your audience won’t notice it, but it’ll be an indicator for you that the slide’s over and you’re moving on.
If it’s speech with a time limit, have a buddy keep time by holding up a piece of paper with how much time you have remaining. Since you’ve practiced, you should know about how long your speech is, but you may speed up or slow down in front of people and you need to know about that. Be clear with them up front about what they need to tell you: you don’t want to be suddenly blindsided with 2:00 LEFT, but neither do you want to be warned every five minutes.
Have a buddy give you signals. I talk super fast in front of people, so I always have someone in the back of the room to give me the “slow down” hand signal. You may also get really quiet, and you need someone to tell you to speak up. If at all possible, you want to adjust your speed or volume before someone in the audience points it out to you, which can interrupt your rhythm and train of thought.
If you talk with your hands, talk with your hands. If you want to stand still, stand still. If you like jokes, tell jokes. If you need Star Trek references, make them. Let yourself be yourself. You’re already in an uncomfortable situation, and trying to silence something fundamental about who you are is going to make it so much worse. Be yourself in front of a crowd - you will be a lot more interesting, and a lot more fun (and have a lot more fun), than everyone else who’s trying to be as flat as possible.
If you have any questions or want some extra advice or anything, I’m happy to help!
Prompt: REQUEST COMING THROUGH! Idk if you know what a stick and poke tattoo is, but I was wondering if I could have one with Joon where he gives the reader a stick and poke tattoo? I know he’s pretty clumsy but I feel like doing something like that for someone who he loves he’d be super careful. (if not pick any other member i’m cool with all my boys). I just think it’d be something sort of intimate cos it kinda hurts. and then maybe it could lead to some sexy times? THANKS LUV U
Author: Admin Kaycie
Summary: “You know,” He began carefully, voice lowering as he leaned back over your body, pushing the needle into your flesh again slowly. “I’ve heard that for some pain can be an aphrodisiac…”
Tags: Mentions of Tattooing (needles, blood, etc.), Dirty Talk, Mutual Masturbation, Daddy!Joon, Baby Girl, etc.
Please note, I am no expert in the art of anything tattoo related, so please do not try to be rude if I messed up any of the details as far as that goes.
what do you think of people who find ur movement racist
This is a very common question, one that people like to ask to undermine what we’re doing instead of authentically questioning why we’re doing it. There is a misunderstanding evident in the phrasing of this question and even after answering this, we’re still going to get this question and objections to it. It’s not possible to formulate the perfect answer, but let me answer by telling you ‘why’ in one sentence:
We’re having a intra-community discussion out loud.
The “community” I’m referring to here is the Black Community". Basically, we’re having a discussion with other Black people. Here’s an example: A Black person may think “I enjoy doing (this thing), but I doubt there are Black people doing the same thing”. The Blackout is a way for us to interact with each other and start breaking that pattern. When you see someone doing what you want to do, it’s a validation (Representation Matters!). This isn’t the “whole story” of what BlackoutDay is, but it is one of the many facets.
Now, let’s get to the “out loud” part.
We’re on the Internet, using various social media sites. However, what makes Tumblr unique from others is that it’s a blank canvas. You can talk about whatever you want and you will attract the people within your niche. Love pastels? Well, join the party, there’s a pastel tumblr. Feeling like showing off your love for the Simpsons’ Ned Flanders, YAY! There’s one for you! This is all fine and dandy. However, we’re also looking for inspiration and new ideas and sometimes, you just have to ask and what better way to do that than a “call and response”?
When you’re doing this with TV shows, movies and other types of specific physical items, that’s fine. When you start to mention specific human attributes, that when it’s starts to become controversial. Then when you say “Black”… well… that’s when things start to become tense. There is a history that we have to acknowledge and it’s one we’re all familiar with - chattel slavery and the birth of The African Diaspora.
Ah… don’t look away from this part, kids. You asked and I’m going to tell you like it is.
There are families that can trace their history back to a certain time period. Most descendants of the enslaved can’t. Their real names were taken away from them, their cultures were stripped, their beliefs were gone, and sometimes, hope was removed from the equation. And then “eventually” comes.
Eventually… Black people were freed. Eventually… Black people got some rights. Eventually… Black people start to get some respect, but not full respect, from other races.
We’re tired of looking for “eventually… we can finally have respect from others” because clearly, you’re not giving it to us. When we do try to establish something of value, some sort of strong history, it gets taken away from us.
What we’re doing with BlackoutDay is to say “well, we love us. We want to connect with other Black people. We want to learn what we’re capable of. And we’re not going to cater to people outside of us. If they want to see the discussion, that’s fine. If they want to make sure that our discussion isn’t silence, that’s cool. If they want to turn it off, we don’t care.”
So, think of BlackoutDay as the one of many channels on social media. If you don’t want to tune in, you can always turn it off. However, if you’re going to talk to us without acknowledging the history, you might as well not talk to us at all.
can I have a yoongi smut where the condom breaks and he only notices it after he came so it turns into angst but then into fluff again
It was one of those days were you painfully missed your boyfriend. He wouldn’t be home until next month and you couldn’t stop thinking about him. As you check the calendar on your phone you realize it he would be in a meeting right now so you couldn’t call him to hear his voice. Suddenly you were awoken by a new idea, pulling out your earphones and putting them in. You scrolled through your sound-cloud until you found his mix-tape, listening to the song as well as the voice you loved so much. You starred up at the ceiling trying to figure out if this was working or if it was only making you miss him even more. You honestly should have been used to this now since you’ve been dating him for 2 years already. With a sigh, you closed your eyes. The more you thought about him you thought that maybe you were losing your mind. It felt as if he was right next to you in the bed.
A hand moved up and pulled the earphone out.
“How can you listen to music that loud? I could hear my own voice walking in through the door.”
Your eyes snapped open and you looked next to you to find your smiling boyfriend.
“Y-you’re home? But you weren’t supposed to come back for another month-”
“I told them I couldn’t stand to be away from you so I came back to visit you. I can only be here for the weekend though so don’t get too excited..”
You sat up and hugged him so tightly you wondered if it was hurting him but the chuckle in his voice made it seem otherwise.
“God I missed you so much..” You mumbled into his shoulder, not wanting to let him go.
“Is that why you were listening to my song?”
You gave him a nod.
“You’re so cute.” Yoongi smiled, finally giving you a kiss.
You wouldn’t even want to admit to how embarrassingly needy you felt just at the thought of feeling his lips against yours. You had waited so long to feel his arms around you, his gaze only on you, his voice only talking to you, and more importantly, just seeing him in front of you. When the light make-out started getting heavier the small moan that came from your mouth definitely initiated something more. His strong hands held you up onto his lap, occasionally grazing your ass.
“Do I ever tell you how much I love your body?” He groaned.
“Pretty often, actually.”
A look of trouble overcame his face with a smirk. “Good.”
Before you knew it, you were already back at it with him, trying to clumsily take your clothes off without pulling your lips away. He gladly helped, pulling your shirt off and over your head to leave you only in your underwear. You could hear the sound of your own heart beating in your chest. It was the same guy you’d been with for years but every time it got down to it, you felt the same rush in your chest as always. Maybe that was a good thing but you felt like you could live without the slight nervousness.
The feeling of his hands placing themselves on your bare sides snapped you out of the thoughts you were having. He lazily gave you a smile, making your face feel warm. Oddly enough, you just then realized just how much you loved him. Seeing his messy hair but still thinking that he was absolutely perfect in this moment.
“What is it?” He asked.
You shook your head. “I’ll tell you about it later.”
Without a warning you felt his hands move down lower until his fingers played with the sides of your underwear. You gave a light smile and a nod to tell him it was okay and he proceed to pull them down your thighs. His lips pressed themselves against your skin, giving you goosebumps. Your bare core was sitting ontop of his clothed, but not absently hard, member under you.
“Do you really have to tease me? It’s already been 3 months….” You whined.
He let out a hoarse laugh. “Fine, get one of the condoms out of the drawer and I won’t tease you anymore.”
You helped him out by removing his boxers for him, rushing him due to your neediness. A hand reached over to grab the condom and the other to help tear it open. Yoongi took control for you as he slid the condom on himself and aligned himself directly up with you. His eyes glanced over to you.
“Alright. Go ahead, babe.”
“Y-you want me to do it?”
He gave a nod. “It’s nice to watch you ride me.”
Being blunt when it came to sex wasn’t a surprise because honestly, he was just a blunt person overall. You do as you’re told, slowly moving yourself down him. You watched him bit his lip, knowing he was enjoying the view. Maybe that’s why he was always under you, you thought to yourself. As your hips start move, his facial expression doesn’t change much. The way you could tell he was getting into it was his pace. He liked to watch you move against him but occasionally you’d feel him thrust up himself or he’d tighten his grip on your sides.
The more and more you felt him fucking you the harder it became to hold yourself up. Your hands fell next to him, holding your body up. Yoongi’s lips were brought back to your chest and neck once more, helping you strangle out more moans of his name. To which he was definitely not complaining. He knew convincing you to get a house instead of an apartment would be quite beneficial due to his hidden kink. His thumbs pressed down on the right spot on yours hips to keep you in place. Yoongi mercilessly pounded into you from underneath despite you supposed to be riding him. Sometimes he’d get impatient and take things into his own hands but you weren’t complaining. When he became in charge it was only a bigger turn on.
What really did it though was the small curse words that fell out of his mouth and his usually composed face changing. It was hard to focus on as his hips messily kept going. You knew your boyfriend’s patterns well enough to know he was close. Your chest now pressed up against his as you kissed him roughly in between sharing moans.
“Fuck, I love you…” He moaned.
In the heat of the moment you barely had time to react and you were unsure if he was just saying it or not. He thrusted into you once more before finally reaching his own climax. As you got off of his chest, panting, you hear him curse once more.
You look over to see what he was referring to and you felt as if your heart was going to stop.
“Wait, Yoongi. Tell me that just broke.”
He looked up at you. “Y/N, It’s not a big deal.”
“NOT A BIG DEAL?”
He watched as you stood up from the bed in panic.
“We can not have a kid! What if this gets me pregnant? Huh? Then what are we going to do?”
Yoongi sat up and grabbed your hand.
“Then we figure things out together. Maybe having a kid isn’t a bad idea?”
You couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth.
“Are you insane? This is the busiest work as ever been for you! I’ll have to do everything alone and I don’t have the money for a kid. I’m unfit to be a mom Yoongi! I can’t do this and I don’t want to do this…not without you.”
He reached out and pulled you back on the bed.
“This isn’t even really happening..you’re getting ahead of yourself. It may not even happen. BUT if by some chance it does I will work everything out. I’ll move you out to Seoul and I’ll come home every night. We can have our small family of 3 to come home to after work. I have enough money to take care of them and I’m not going to let you do a single thing alone. I love you, okay? I’m not going anywhere and whatever happens we do this together.”
You teared up. “I’m just scared..”
He nodded, rubbing your back gently.
“I know. It’s not that I’m not scared, I just believe that you’ll be a good parent if it came down to it. You’re the person I love the most and this isn’t going to change that.”
“Yeah…I love you too.”
Yoongi let out a sigh of relief. “Well at least that’s a good start.”
You laughed lightly, wiping the tears off your cheeks.
“I guess it won’t be too bad since it’s you.”
“That’s my girl….Now that, that’s over with. Since we can’t really do anything now that it’s already done. How about you come back over here so I can help you out a little more, hmm?”
I decided to try something new. This is going to be trash! I’m sorry for it being on your dash. I didn’t actually plan this, I just kept going. You can request a group chat, and be sure to tell me who you want in the group chat. -Thai💖
Hey guys! We should go to the mall.
Again?!? Jubilee no.
This is the 6th time this week!
And this will be the 6th time getting kicked out…hmm I wonder why?
It was an accident! Not my fault my wings are huge. But you know what else is huge, ladies 😉
My love for god?
Kurt, never change.
Leave it Warren or Peter to make it inappropriate
You shouldn’t even get that reference! You’re a baby!
I’M YOU’RE YOUNGER TWIN SISTER! I AM NOT A BABY!
Anymore, back on a more important topic. Mall?
How about we just stay in and watch a movie? I like watching American films!
Me too! They are very interesting!
They are very boring, especially the romantic ones. They are so predictable!
I gotta agree with my bro. Romcoms are boring.
Now action movies on the other hand. Very fun to watch. There’s always a hot girl.
That’s true. May I add that the hot girls body is always amazing.
So is that why you have so many action movies? To watch the hot girls, Scott?
Damn Scott. Now be careful with your answer.
Well there goes the movie idea…how about camping?
Camping sounds fun.
Gross! Bugs everywhere! You’re sleeping on the ground! Bad wifi! May I add NO BATHROOMS!
I agree with Jubilee. Camping is a no.
I have never been camping before. Y/N we can go camping 😄
On second thought. I’ll go.
Question is of tho☕️👌🏼
I hate all of you.
Minus one of us buts that none of my business
Ooo burn! Get it..because she’s all hot and firey and stuff?
Did you just call my girlfriend hot😡
At least I didn’t say she has an amazing body☕️👌🏼 She totally does though. Jean, you got some nice legs.
He’s not wrong.
He is not.
Not at all. If you think of it. All the females on the team have amazing bodies.
Not I, but all my team mates look amazing.
You have a nice ass🍑
What you say bird boy?
What? She has an amazing ass. All the girls do.
Warren had been removed by Speedy.
Speedy has left the chat.
I got to go save a team mate.
Wanda🔮 had left the chat.
He’s not wrong about Wanda’s ass but Y/N’s has the best ass. Hands down.
Why do you look upon our asses?
No one here can say they haven’t looked at Y/N ass. Maybe Kurt but I highly doubt it.
As much as I hate the fact we jumped off topic and is now talking about asses, Alex has a solid point.
Y/N, I’m not admitting that I look at your ass but you have a nice ass.
Thank you butterscott, you have…nice lips and hair.
I just want to state the fact that I can read thoughts. @Scott
Jean has left the chat
Scotty😎 has left the chat
Poor kid. So movie or camping?
And I’m going to end it right there. This was messy and sloppy but oh well.
It’s Meg and I’m so happy to be back! Special thanks to Paul for giving us two wonderful tutorials!
Today we’re going to have a little conversation about the dreaded ‘art style’ everyone seems to be in search of! As I was writing this I realized much of it is what I wish I could tell younger me, so excuse me if it gets a lil’ sappy!
As always,if you have any recommendations for tutorials send them in to this blog or my personal blog. Keep practicing, have fun, and I’ll see you next Tuesday!