Is it the year of the Linux desktop yet ?

I'm stuck in Win 10 because I still don't know how the fuck to install Ubuntu. Cortana is becoming this possessive clingy girl that can't be turned off(pun intended) or uninstalled.

and i'll tell everyone to STEAL them so you won't even get any profit

im gay

estonia is shitty country lmao

Decided to write some really shitty RWBY fan-fic, here's a portion of the imaginary fight between Blake Belladonna and Ruby Rose because Blake was sent as some double agent, and some misunderstandings happened. The fight is currently around 600 words and pretty long, so I put it in a spoiler box.

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The silence was so strained that it became unacceptable to even the minds of the most steadfast fighters.

So Blake swung her arm, directed Shroud's sight around Ruby, and plucked the trigger. Ruby shoved herself to the right in accordance with the swift snag of Blake's index finger. She roughly pointed Rose's sight at Blake, tugged Rose's trigger too, but yanked the bolt to expel the empty case and released her heavy grip on the bolt so as to prepare a new cartridge. But Blake was already out of the trajectory of the bulky-caliber-ed bullet because she swiftly witnessed Ruby's sudden jerk of the trigger and flowed effortlessly to the right in a circular arc. Blake plucked Shroud's trigger again at Ruby's position with Ruby around the sight. However, Ruby again heaved herself away from the bullet in the fashion of another circular arc while tugging Rose's trigger for the second time with the sight close to Blake and yanked the bolt to replace Rose’s cartridge. However, Blake flowed again to the right further along her circular arc...

And soon, the paths of the two contenders each sketched the same circle counter-clockwise around a non-existing center in the middle repeatedly. Their bullets darting through the air centimeters away from the left fringe of their skin, their bodily sweat soaking and spreading through their clothes, their gasps forming two regular rhythms at different speeds, their eyes nailed to the other.

Until nothing but an audible click emerged from Shroud when Blake plucked the trigger while the same thing happened to Rose when Ruby tugged the trigger within an infinitesimal span.

The two different minds noticed the quandary of her own, the other, and together, and contemplated instantly and concluded that the best next procedure is to reload, unwittingly reaching an almost comical consensus.

Blake lightly stroked a button to displace the empty magazine, and nimbly snatched an Earth Dust magazine to slide it up into the cavity in Gambol Shroud’s grip. Lastly, she drew and freed the pistol slide. Ruby squeezed Rose to eject the exhausted magazine, hauled a Gravity Dust magazine, stuck in it Crescent Rose, wrenched the bolt, thrust her hand elsewhere to the grip, and heard the bolt nudge the cartridge into place.

Blake then proceeded to aim and shoot again, but Ruby was getting too large. Just as Ruby heard the bolt maneuver, Ruby threw the blade of the scythe to her back, and tugged the trigger as fast as Rose could allow to propel herself so she can bisect Blake by the waist. Blake wouldn’t let this happen, and when Rose came into range, she slid Shroud under Rose’s blade, and abruptly shifted Shroud upward.

A second, unexpected quandary arrived, Blake forgot to take into consideration the barrel of Rose. Although Rose’s blade divided the air above Blake, now she was staring down a deep dark tunnel. Rose too, was staring down another dark, but shorter tunnel when Blake thrust Shroud forward not in an act of deliberate offense, but serendipitous defense. They instantaneously considered again like their last quandary of the outcomes of each other. Their conclusion resulted in the swinging of two heads away from the dark tunnel, and two simultaneous bangs with one larger considerable larger then the other.

Blake was bleeding from a wound the size of her thumb near the outermost edge of her left eye. She side-stepped deftly to the right, but Rose’ caliber was too big, had she a human left ear, that deafening roar would have reduced it to a bloodied hole. Ruby had not the dexterity but the luck that Blake was not using a heavier weapon and only grazed some of her hair.

(To be continued, with Blake’s Clone and Ruby’s Speed Semblances)

Please provide some potential insight if possible. I know I use too much verbs for the same time, but I couldn't find a better word that carries the same connotations.

P.S. iwl.me says I write like Stephen King. Close enough.

tupsu wrote:

sonatora wrote:

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DID THE SHITTER TEAM JUST WIN TI6
NO

@TUPSU I'M FUCKING DONE

I know
let's hold each other everything is fucking retarded I didn't even get most of my predicts because OG got knocked out

NIGGA OG GOT NINTH PLACE
NINE