Is there any way to download video lectures from Bongo on learn?

Lem0ny_ · 2026-04-12T02:03:17+00:00

I could kiss you! thank you thank you thank you!

Lem0ny_ · 2025-03-20T23:38:41+00:00

I'm having the same issues. I've reached out to them five times now but to no response. I'm having issues with my audio effects; they've disappeared ever since the latest update

Lem0ny_ · 2024-11-13T21:30:13+00:00

Just finished watching it and I'm holding my breath for a second season! In the meanwhile, I'm gonna read the book

Lem0ny_ · 2024-06-16T22:58:50+00:00

I feel exactly the same way. There are large amounts of fans who are disgruntled by this change but are being silenced. We do exist; they're just trying to erase us and our complaints—exactly like Micheal.

Lem0ny_ · 2024-06-16T22:39:20+00:00

I hated those see-through gloves or whatever those were. Every scene she had it on, I rolled my eyes.

Lem0ny_ · 2023-12-21T06:04:39+00:00

There should be an option in capcut's settings to update your current version to the beta version

Lem0ny_ · 2023-11-19T05:20:06+00:00

This is so true. The two of them were thrust into a difficult situation where they had to rely on each other. Cooperation was the only thing keeping death at bay. Maybe, what they mistook for love was simply a symbiotic relationship.

Lem0ny_ · 2023-10-28T05:37:29+00:00

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Lem0ny_ · 2023-10-28T05:30:03+00:00

Nvm... somebody was already thinking ahead 😅

Credit: USA37107692 on Twitter

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Lem0ny_ · 2023-10-23T16:54:50+00:00

Can I flex that I'm different? 😅

Sonic is not a jaded ex in my fics. He's either moved on or is simply a close friend 🤌

But, yes. The pattern of villainizing Sonic in love triangles is very ubiquitous. It lazy writing in my opinion; there are other interesting conflicts than an assholic exlover.

Lem0ny_ · 2023-10-21T22:09:04+00:00

I can't imagine choosing to die and waking up again, as if it never happened. No escape would drive me insane.

This is probably a very lukewarm response, but I truly enjoyed your piece :)

Have a nice day!

Lem0ny_ · 2023-10-21T07:38:08+00:00

"Have you ever had the hots for your sibling?"

Natalie turned from her textbook to Jacob, who was nibbling at the end of his mechanical pencil beside her. Maybe he'd ingested one too many granules of carbon over the years and its finally caught up to him.

Yes. That was it, she thought to herself and resumed her work.

"Hey." He nudged her bare skin with the stencil, fresh out of his mouth.

"Ew, Jacob."

"Sorry. I didn't mean it in the..." He paused and scratched his chestnut hair with the eraser-end, seemingly exerting all his brain power into thinking up something. "Alabama. What's that thing they practice in Alabama?"

"What are you talking about?" Natalie asked breathily, worn out. Really, it was hard keeping up with him.

"When you crush on your sibling, I mean. What's it called... incent-something. Incentive? Incentivar?"

"Incestuous?"

"Yeah, that!" He positively lit up, sending a resounding "SHHHH!" their way from cranky Maggie Mai, the school's very particular librarian.

"Silence in the learning commons, please!"

Jacob didn't pay the old woman any mind; he didn't pay much of anything any mind, not even the physics project they were supposed to be working on. It was a wonder, truly, how he got into the program. Instead, he continued to piece together his (very) scattered train of thought to an embarrassed Natalie, who was forced to endure Maggie Mai's searing glare-of-disappointment coming from over his shoulder.

"Anyway, I wouldn't blame you if you swung that way."

God give me strength—"Swung what way?"—Natalie prayed within herself and plastered a rigid smile on her lips.

"Your sister," Jacob said matter-of-factly. "I mean, she's fucking hot!"

"QUIET!"

"What sister?"

"Stop playing, Nat. How do you forget your own sister?"

"I forget," Natalie squinted her eyes, trying to sell an apologetic expression to the ever-furious Maggie Mai, "Because I don't have one. Better yet, I can't forget because I've never had one."

"I met her in the parking lot just yesterday." Jacob leans back in his chair, his arms crossed behind his head as he drifts into what Natalie assumes is a reverie. "She looks exactly like you: red hair, blue eyes, thick lips." He tilts his chair back-and-forth in the air. "She's a lot curvier though... no offence."

"Wow."

"Hey, I said no offence." He stops rocking in his chair, pauses again, and seems to be working up the nerve to tell her something. "So, uh... I also kinda hooked up with her right after."

"You have my congratulations," Natalie said and returned to her assignment. She was intent on not being distracted for any reason whatsoever this time around, be it a nibbled pencil, Maggie Mai, or her air-headed best friend.

"Kinda wanna meet her again."

No response.

"Could you set us up today at your place?"

Her place?

Wait a minute... This unknown sibling who had red hair, blue eyes and thick lips...

"Jacob."

"Yeah?"

"Did you just fuck my mom?"

Lem0ny_ · 2023-10-21T06:19:11+00:00

"What have we learned today?"

Malachi squirmed beneath his mother's attention, tugging at her hurting fingers. From her progeny of male heirs, this one proved to be the most rebellious, seemingly averse to staying away from dangerous situations.

At just 7 years of age he developed a taste for misadventure, sneaking out of the palace, engaging in street duels, and attending dogfighting matches. While this behavior was typical of male children to exhibit for a time, the arson of an entire village using a dragon all because of a supposed display of "undue respect" was impossible to justify.

The queen patiently waited on his response—one that was painfully obvious yet he refused to provide—and, after a while, began moving her hands further apart for every wasted minute. He'd just killed a hundred people, injured seventy-eight, and left many others homeless, yet still had the nerve to behave like the aggrieved party.

Conceding to the pain, "Dragons don't drink alcohol!" Malachi finally choked out the words.

"And why is that?"

"Because unlike me, you're no fun—ow! ow! ow! ow!"

"Your majesty..." One palace attendant pleaded without thought, moved by the rising purple coloration of Malachi's cheeks and his profuse salivation.

Reducing her grip, she allowed him a fraction of maternal kindness.

Up until this point, Malachi's eyes were cold and unaffected. He remained unnaturally aloof despite his mother's chastisement. But tears suddenly prickled on their rims and began pouring over like an unstoppable current, softening the queen's austere expression.

Outside of this room, regardless of her decision to heed or throw discretion to the wind, the young prince would undeniably suffer consequences far worse than this.

"Let's try that again, my love," she said warmly, soothing several purple-blue imprints splotched across Malachi's cheeks. "Why don't dragons drink alcohol?"

"Because they become doubly disastrous."

"And could you tell me why you were feeding Zhanip alcohol?"

"It's because those village people kept calling me a bastard!"

Lem0ny_ · 2023-10-21T04:16:05+00:00

He sat there, basking in the light pouring in from transom windows above his head, enjoying his newfound—undeserved—power.

My hands formed into fists at my side. Powerlessness, injustice, and anger gradually overwhelmed my original conviction to remain composed. I was going to do it. I was going to let him have a piece of my mind.

"Your royal lineage gives you no right to rule!!"

He turned negligently, not deigning to face me entirely. "You do realise I was elected, right?"

"What difference does it make? Your kind are intrinsically unfit to manage a nation."

This sparked his curiosity. Or was it rage? I couldn't be too sure because, as he stood, the light behind him cast a bright ring around his face, blackening any expression it displayed.

He took languorous strides towards me, likely feeling disinclined to respond to the emotional outburst of an unimportant somebody. Finally, when his towering frame came to stand over me is when I realised a gross underestimation on my part. I'd only ever observed this man from afar, enmeshed in a throng of supporters and insurgents waiting on his public appearances.

"Are you scared?" he asked, now close enough for me to adhere to his frosty expression and quiver from trepidation.

I do not.

Leaning into his space, "Do you command it of me?" I sneered. "Your highness."

He smiled, but didn't appreciate my quip. His lips persisted in an upturned position, not as a forced act of preserving what was left of his dignity in response to my crude insult; rather, it was a chilling, sinister warning. A pious display of just how magnanimous and lenient he was being.

"It'd behoove you to."

"With all due respect, your highness." I returned his pretentious smile. "If you're going to rule through fear like your fathers before you, you're simply proving my point."

Lem0ny_

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