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report and block. i'd also appreciate it if you shared this post, bc that blog was JUST created and was already tagging a LOT of people, and i know not everyone has the scam-sensing instinct, even if this might seem obvious to some.
Apparently a lot of people get dialogue punctuation wrong despite having an otherwise solid grasp of grammar, possibly because they’re used to writing essays rather than prose. I don’t wanna be the asshole who complains about writing errors and then doesn’t offer to help, so here are the basics summarized as simply as I could manage on my phone (“dialogue tag” just refers to phrases like “he said,” “she whispered,” “they asked”):
“For most dialogue, use a comma after the sentence and don’t capitalize the next word after the quotation mark,” she said.
“But what if you’re using a question mark rather than a period?” they asked.
“When using a dialogue tag, you never capitalize the word after the quotation mark unless it’s a proper noun!” she snapped.
“When breaking up a single sentence with a dialogue tag,” she said, “use commas.”
“This is a single sentence,” she said. “Now, this is a second stand-alone sentence, so there’s no comma after ‘she said.’”
“There’s no dialogue tag after this sentence, so end it with a period rather than a comma.” She frowned, suddenly concerned that the entire post was as unasked for as it was sanctimonious.
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DO NOT PIRATE ANYTHING. NOT SHOWS/MOVIES. NOT GAMES OR SAFER GAMES. AND CERTAINLY NOT BOOKS. AND DO NOT DOWNLOAD YOUTUBE VIDEOS. AND NEVER EVER EVER WATCH MUSICALS WITHOUT GOING TO THEM AND DONT USE ADBLOCKERS/OTHER ADBLOCKER TO AVOID ADS AND VIRUSES PIRATING IS VERY HARMFUL TO THE CORPORATIONS WHO WORKS VERY HARD TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF PEOPLE AND THEIR MONEY. ANYONE WHO PIRATES IS BAD. BAD PIRATING. EVIL. OH AND THIS
so you're telling me that I needed to see a play that been played in only two countries really far away from mine, not available online, to be able to understand season 5 ? what's this shit ?
Mozilla, in its finite wisdom, embedded LLM bots into recent versions of Firefox for the vitally-important purpose of… naming tab groups. Now, some users are noticing CPU and power usage spikes caused by a background process called Inference.
Ugh. Reminder again for Firefox users to visit your about:config page, search for the browser.ml.chat.enabled key, and set that to false:
If yours says true then double-click it until it reads false.
Doing that turns off the AI chatbot features in Firefox, but also the stupid new LLM tab-naming feature that's rolling out.
if you want to turn off as much ai crap in firefox as possible, from this post on mozilla's connect forum, you should also set all these to false using about:config:
browser.ml.enable
extensions.ml.enabled
browser.ml.linkPreview.enabled
browser.tabs.groups.smart.enabled
browser.tabs.groups.smart.userEnabled
to get rid of the revamped sidebar, which is also trying to incorporate ai:
sidebar.revamp
unrelated anyone got browser recommendations for when we have to jump ship from firefox
The setting that prevents your work being used to train AI models is turned off by default! I had no idea about this until now! Artists, go to your settings, click “visibility”, and turn on this setting! Protect your work!
A wild Foggy appears! And Frank finds himself sinking deeper into shit :D
The kid was a handful. Before the curfew was imposed, he had apparently always been showing up with new cuts and bruises, the nuns were concerned that he was being bullied, but he always just brushed them off with the same excuses; ‘just misjudged a doorway!’ or ‘I tripped on the stairs again’.
Frank knew very well what someone who had been in a fistfight looked like, and the combination of Matt's face and hands, and the subtly stiff way he moved was a prime example. However, Frank wasn't there to judge, he was there to do a job, and if that meant tracking this kid's every move then so be it. The main problem was how incredibly and insufferably annoying he was. Frank swore he had never met anyone who managed to grind his gears as much as Matt Murdock.
“You gotta quit this sneakin’ out every night,” Frank had warned, “or whatever you're gettin' into is gonna land you into a world of shit one of these days.”
“I'm not ‘getting into‘ anything, Francis. Honestly, I'm just kinda clumsy. Comes with being blind, y'know?”
Frank snorts. “C’mon, you really think I'm buyin’ that crap excuse? You look like a goddamn poster boy for a fight club.”
Matt smirks. “At least my nose is still in one piece… I've heard about yours, what happened, let your guard down?”
Frank scrunches up said nose. “Used to be a boxer, so yeah, I know a thing or two about givin’ and takin’ a beating. Unlike you, kid.”
Matt's smile fades just for a fleeting moment, but reappears as he approaches Frank. “Well, maybe you could show me some moves, help me if I ever need to defend myself,” He suggests with a cocked eyebrow and flirty tone.
Frank is unphased and gives back as good as he gets. “Yeah, we wouldn't want that pretty little nose of yours to get hurt, would we?”
“Aw, you think I'm pretty, Castle?” Matt counters, sweeping his fingers through his hair in an exaggerated way.
“Fuck you, Red. Ain't you got some homework to do?”
Franklin Nelson, Matt Murdock’s best friend and self professed future ‘grande avocado’, risks a glance upward from the textbook that he's pretending to read, quickly averting his eyes again as Matt's hawk-like minder meets him with the stoniest glare from the desk a distance away.
“Is he gonna kill me? “Foggy worriedly asks under his breath. “He looks like he's gonna kill me, Matt…”
Matt meanwhile, was concentrating on reading the day's headline news, running his fingertips over the ever changing braille reader attached to his laptop.
“He's harmless Fog, just think of him as an oversized puppy, his bark is worse than his bite. Like I told you before, just ignore him. It pisses him off.”
Even more lines of concern appear on Foggy’s brow. “But I don't want to piss him off! Look at him, he's barely even a person, he's- a tank!”
Matt just chuckles, continuing to read.
“I uh, saw Kirsten last night.” He offers, changing the subject to try and calm his buddy down.
“Again?! Oh you dog Murdock, can't you leave some women for the rest of us averagely good looking people?”
“I don't know what you're talking about Fog, you're a handsome guy.”
Foggy snorts, “yeah and you of all people would know!”
Matt shrugs apologetically, “I have my sources…”
“Are you gonna tell her about-” Foggy raises the forefinger of each hand, wiggling them as he brings them briefly up to the top of his head as horns.
Matt shakes his head, lowering his voice even more. “No. The fewer people know the better. I can't risk anyone getting hurt, it's bad enough that you know.”
“My dude, remember you'd be in a lot more trouble if I hadn't found out…” Foggy then subtly tips his head towards Frank and whispers. “I'm surprised he hasn't figured it out yet, seeing as he's your constant shadow these days.”
Matt sighs. “Yeah, speaking of which, I need a favour…”
Frank looks up as he sees Matt approaching his seat.
“Can I get you another coffee?”
Frank is momentarily puzzled at how Matt could know he had just finished his cup. “How'd you know I was done?”
“God, you inhale it like it's air. Not hard to guess.”
Frank shrugs. “M’perfectly capable of gettin’ my own. Besides, you're here to study, so get studyin’.”
“Come on Castle, I'll be back before you can worry your big ugly head.”
Frank grumbles.
“I'm trying to apologise.” Matt continues, and this has Frank reeling. The kid never apologised for anything, especially not to him.
“Yeah? For what?”
Matt has his palms held out in front of him like he's really seeking Frank's forgiveness. “For all the shit you've got to put up with watching me, I feel bad. Let me at least buy you a coffee.”
Frank considers it for a minute and dismisses him. “Alright. None of that fancy shit. Just black, straight as it comes.”
“Just like you.” Matt fires in, quickly making his way to the cafe before Frank could fully process what he'd just said.
When Frank turns around he's confronted with the nervously smiling face of Franklin Nelson.
“Hi!”
“What?” Frank asks, feeling his annoyance levels rising again.
“Nothing really, just thought that you're always around Matt but we've uh, never really talked much!”
“Don't see a need.” Frank grunts.
Foggy is undeterred by the brusque response, still attempting to get a conversation out Frank, which of course was harder than getting blood out of a stone.
“How did you end up in this line of work anyway? You know I had no idea there was much call for ‘minding’? Actually I guess I've never really considered it before now. Are you like, part of a bank of big burly guys that people can just order up for jobs like this? Do you get to pick what jobs to take or do you just have to go along with whoever you get? You know my mom and dad wanted me to take over the family business, it's a butcher's shop but-”
“Jesus christ, do you ever shu-” Frank looks snack towards the cafe stand. Matt is nowhere to be seen.
“Shit, where'd the hell he go?!” He gets up, quickly scanning the entire library floor for any sign.
“Oh don't worry, he's probably just gone to the little boy's room.”
In fact, that was true. Sort of.
Frank flew round the corner and down the corridor towards the restrooms, barrelling through the door and swiftly checking high and low finding every single stall empty.
The window was open.
That goddamn little shit… Frank cursed internally as he pushed the window open wider and looked around, it was starting to get dark and he couldn't clock any movement at first, then there was a fleeting glimpse of a shadow on the rooftop opposite. He hurriedly climbed out and jumped the gap between the two buildings, still cursing as he ran after him. If Matt was ducking out to meet another girl on his watch, he was gonna kill him. He was probably going to kill him anyway whatever the reason.
As he reached the end of the roof there was no-one around, it looked like the kid had given him the slip. Great.
Then there was a crash which sounded like a body being kicked against a dumpster in the alley, in fact, that's exactly what it was. Frank half climbed, half jumped down to where a black masked figure was getting a pummeling from two built looking hulks of men. It was the goddamn vigilante, the ‘Devil’ that he'd seen so much about in the papers recently.
When Frank landed one of the men turned at the noise and immediately made for him, lunging at him with a pretty decent sized knife. Frank sidestepped him, grabbed the guy's wrist and smacked the blade out of it with a sickening crunch as he broke the bones in the man's wrist. As he yelled out, the black masked man was able to kick out at the other attacker, twirling and roundhousing him to the side of the head. Frank's opponent still wouldn't back down, lumbering towards him trying to clothesline him with his outstretched unharmed arm. Frank quickly smacked him twice in quick succession with his fist and then his head for good measure, knocking him out just in time to view the conclusion of the other fight.
The black clad masked figure was almost balletic in his fighting style, if a little scrappy. He knocked the other goon out fairly quickly and then it was just him and Frank, facing each other a few paces apart in the alleyway.
Frank wasted no time, advancing, dodging the surprisingly swift punches thrown his way until he took a knee to the stomach with an oof , stumbling back slightly. The Devil made to run but Frank managed to grab him by the neck and throw him up against the wall, pinning him there as he struggled to break free, but Frank was just a little stronger and held him firm.
He used his free hand to pull the black mask from his face, he didn't know why he was even surprised with what he was seeing.
“Christ. So, these are the stairs you keep fallin’ down, huh?”
Matt grinned back at him, teeth stained red by blood from a cut lip. “You'd never have believed the truth.”
“That it's you, you're the Devil of Hell's Kitchen?” Frank shook his head in disbelief. “Of all the fuckin' people… what do you think you're doin’?”
“Protecting people, stopping a mugging for example? You wouldn't have noticed but neighbourhood crime rates have been rising…someone needs to-”
“How did you know those assholes were here?”
“The same way I know what you had for breakfast two days ago, and that you woke up from a nightmare this morning, and that you're heartbeat sounds like a machine gun from me telling you all this.”
Matt hears Frank's heart pick up at that and braces himself for a punch, but it doesn't come.
“How the hell are you doin’ that?” Frank growls.
“After I was blinded,” Matt gasps slightly to catch his breath as Frank still has his grip set around his throat, “all my other senses were sharpened, enhanced. I knew I could use them to help people, to fight the lowlife scum out there, do what the police can't.”
Frank shakes his head again. He was a goddamn magnet for shit he didn't need.
Matt tries to mute the groan of pain as Frank prods at the damp patch at the bottom of his ribs.
“You're good, but you ain't that good.”
Frank sighs deeply, deciding to let Matt go, already regretting what he's about to say. “Can you walk?”
Matt nods, clearing and rubbing at his throat. “Yeah, I'll be fine.”
“Alright. My place ain't far, gotta get you cleaned up. Can't have Lantom seein’ you like this.”
Matt cocks his head, surprised at Frank's offer but accepts his shoulder for support when he realises that he's completely serious.
“I'm sorry about the coffee.”
“...Nelson know?” Frank asks as he's cleaning the knife wound and searching in his first aid box for the needle and suture thread. It's more of a statement than a question, and Matt nods. “Yeah.”
“All your girlfriends, what about them?”
Matt scoffs. “No.”
“They don't ask about the scars?”
“Nah, just think they're cool.”
Frank barks out a laugh.
“It's just Foggy. And now you.” Matt says.
Frank looks up from his stitching, his demeanor unreadable even for Matt.
“What are you going to do?” Matt asks tentatively, focussing on the steady rhythm of Frank's heartbeat as he knots and cuts the thread.
“Christ… I-” he scrubs his hand over his face.
“You can't stop me, what I do.” Matt interrupts, making his intentions crystal clear.
“Yeah, I guessed as much.” Frank sits back, wondering why he always seemed to get served the shittiest breaks in life. Who watches over the Devil? Him, he supposed.
“Well, if you're doin’ this we gotta get you somethin’ better than those fuckin’ black pyjamas...”
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