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Hi,

I'm having some trouble editing, I hope it's all just noob stuff that'll be easily figured out :)
I tried searching for answers online and experimenting myself, but I haven't managed to figure out these things yet. I'd really appreciate your advice.

1. I'm editing (using Audacity), and for some reason the voice just sounds muffled. People suggested I tried fiddling with the high and low pass filters and the bass, but that doesn't seem to do the trick.

2. Another problem is the s' actually sounding windy, sometimes, even when I cover the mic with a piece of cloth.

3. In order to avoid this, I try to hold the mic at an angle where talking into it wouldn't be blowing into it, but then it sounds even more muffled, and the voice is just quieter. When I try to amplify it, the sound losses quality, and I haven't managed to figure out how to just amplify it a bit, rather than so much it goes beyond the limits.

4. And last question - I can't figure out how to make a certain sentence quieter.


Thank you!

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Title : Tales of Albuquerque - Teaser
Author: Redrikki
Fandoms : Avatar: The Last Airbender/In Plain Sight
Rating : PG
Characters: Zuko, Iroh, Ozai, Azula, Mary Shannon, Marshall Mann, Brandi Shannon, Peter Alpert
Summary : A car bombing in San Francisco lands Marshall Mary Shannon in a whole lot of hot tea or Zuko and Iroh hid out from the Flame Triad in witness protection.
Disclaimer: Avatar: The Last Airbender and In Plain Sight belong to other people. I'm just messing with them

Read on: LJ or AO3

So today I've totally been trying to design a t-shirt with quotes from the Losers all over it (because you don't have to b able to draw to make a text-based t-shirt - you just have to have the patience to spend four hours fucking around with various fonts, which now that I think about it, I don't have either) but I ran into two problems pretty much straight away - one, you cannot do a quotes-based shirt for Cougar because Cougar doesn't fucking talk, and two, there is no t-shirt big enough to fit all the quotable Jensen quotes, unless you're like, a giant or something, and even then you would have to write really small to get them all on.

If there was a place that did customisable onesies, I could probably make a Jensen quote onesie (or, you know, start it and then get bored) but there isn't, and that's sad because obviously a Jensen-quotes onesie would have "She's got a gun and it's pointed at my dick!" written across the crotch.

So basically what I'm saying is, someone design me a Losers shirt 'cause I need one but am lazy and creatively barren so I can't make one myself.

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If there was an Avengers/Losers crossover, do you think Tony Stark would be able to talk Jensen into a threesome with him and Steve? Because Tony Stark can talk most people into most things, and like most people who are super-geniusy at one thing and have kind of a limited grasp on reality when it comes to all the things that are not that one thing that they are good at, Jensen seems like he would be easily influenced by Tony Starks beard and also his many words.

So essentially, any Losers/Avengers crossover would be a race to see whether Tony can get his end away before Cougar shoots him in the face, because if there is one thing that makes Cougar sourer than dudes touching his hat, it's dudes touching his Jensen. Autocorrect tried changing that to johnson like fifty times, and that's pretty much the only time autocorrect was even close, in context if not definition.

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Written for avatar_500 prompt #75, Thrill.

Summary: Because the Fire Nation had taken her freedom away from the people who had taken it from her, and nothing had changed.

Day Trip

She showed the train attendant her passport and sat down on the bench with the throngs of farmers and laborers heading out for the day to the agricultural district.  The tenements and shops sped by, below and beside the train tracks, and she could hear the faint whoosh of earthbending as it pushed them along.  As the tunnel through the wall that marked the end of the lower ring blocked out the buildings and the streets, Jin closed her eyes.

And when she opened them again, Ba Sing Se's outer wall lay in the distance, beyond the hills, and trees, and rippling pastureland.

When the train at last stopped at the outer wall, Jin didn't climb down with the rest.  She slipped away and clambered up on the ladders and handholds meant for the people whose homes were built into the wall's inward face.  There was no one on top of the wall.  No soldiers, no interlopers, no Fire Nation princess, as far as Jin could see on the miles of undulating wall, there was nobody but Jin.

Now that the Fire Nation had conquered the city, she guessed there was nobody to watch out for anymore.

Here, on the top of the wall, Jin could look down on the outside and see the barren desert stones, so different from the fair farmland and parks just inside.  She could look out over all of Ba Sing Se, and see the fields, and roofs, and courtyards, the palace, and the glittering lake waters in the distance.

There were still Dai Li agents hidden behind the walls,.  There were still tens of thousands, millions of people.  There was still the same job, and the same landlord to pay, the same hunger, and the same gang to placate.

There was nothing new except that crippling feeling of loss.  And out there, on top of the outer wall of Ba Sing Se, Jin sat hugging her knees, and trying to find something, anything they had really lost, something, someday, they could win back.

But Ba Sing Se was silent for her in the distance.

Why hasn't anyone written Loser fanfics that cross over with the Avengers? Or Watchmen,for that matter. Or both. Both would be good.

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Nukume Dori 20 [Hokuto]

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Feeling particularly accomplished today after spending literally the whole day in bed adding some 2,500 words of Seishirou being over-confident, which brings the chapter to a current total of 6,700+ words. Me and my inability to write short chapters, siiiiiigh

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Story: Oh, You Terrible, Delicious Fruit!
Author: Shelwass
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 278
Author's Summary: The Doctor's new mouth has very different tastes.
Characters/Pairings: The Eleventh Doctor, Amy Pond
Warnings: None


Just a cute little morsel of a story!

Title: An Intervention
Fandom, pairing: Withnail & I / Scream of the Shalka, Doctor/Master (sort of)
Warnings: Well, Withnail is considering suicide even if the story doesn't dwell on that?
Summary: There really was something living among the dirty dishes. Or working on it anyway. (~250 words)

A *sticky* intervention

Title: Domestic meme
Fandom: Scream of the Shalka, Doctor/Master
Summary: Series of ficlets based on the domestic meme, some a bit longer, some just a sentence. Or a word. (~600 words all together).

and lo there were cuddles

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So I'm assuming from the hints dropped in the last couple of books that at some point we're going to find out exactly why Billy-Ray ripped out his own eyes, and I'd like to state right now that my best guesses are a) that he saw his parents going at it or b) somebody made him watch an NSYNC music video, because these are the top two reasons for gouging your eyes out and ALSO two of the fastest ways to turn somebody into a serial killer. Though presumably he would have been a serial killer anyway since his dad was a stealth assassin ninja (who wore a BOLO TIE, that's fierce when you're a ninja) before he had to quit due to prison and oldings.

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over here at karlsefni

I spoke here about not really liking my wedding dress and feeling kinda gross about it. First, thank you to all who commented with encouragement and suggestions. I really appreciate your feedback. But the more I looked at pictures of myself, the more I realized what was bothering me. It wasn't that the dress was a little tight (it was) or that it was white when I had previously decided not to wear white (though I didn't love that.) It was that it just didn't feel like me.

That dress felt like a costume. It felt like I was trying too hard. Which is basically the way I dress when I panic and don't know what to wear.

So, I decided to send the dress back.

And I went back to the drawing board and thought, "If this was just a party and I was going to wear something that really made me feel great, what would that be?" What I came up with was something short, and form-fitting, that would show off all my curves and let a little bit of my tattoo peek out. I wanted something elegant and sexy, that made me feel wonderful when I put it on.

I found it. Can't show you a pic right now, as I had to buy the dress 1 size up to fit my hips and am getting it altered. But I LOVE IT. I love it so damn much that I might marry this dress! I want to wear it to everything! I LOVE IT!

Story: All I Ask
Author: Johne
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 1,589
Author's Summary: Admiral Blackadder is presented with a dilemma.
Characters/Pairings: The Fourth Doctor, Romana II, The Grand High Admiral of the Dark Segment, Captain Rum
Warnings: None.


I'm sorry for reccing two Four's in a row, I promise I'll mix it up more if LJ allows me to post. (Sure, blame LJ...) But this one is for ME. It's a Doctor Who/Blackadder crossover and my nipples exploded with delight when I found it.

Watch this... http://youtu.be/_EfW9znJYjw

Then watch this... http://youtu.be/nfYx_013UuY

Hell, watch all of Blackadder. Oh, and Doctor Who, too, of course.

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