#*yikes*

[angstandhappiness]

IMPORTANT

ur future nurse is using chapgpt to glide thru school u better take care of urself

[thedukeside]

I'm about to lay down a hard truth that I think most people know, but don't like to admit out loud.

Sander Sides died when Joan left the team.

All progress came to a screeching halt. The narrative they had been building up fell apart without it's primary writer to continue it. Everything that comes after them suffers in quality because of this. That's why I'm not excited for the finale. Because it's not the finale I looked forward to as a kid. The one we spent all that time being so excited for. It's one last final cash grab so Thomas can say he did it, and stop being asked about it forever. Fading into irrelevancy when all of his other content suffers the same fate.

The Sander Sides you love is not coming back. It has been gone for a long time. What you are funding is not a production, but an addiction. To money or internet clout, I do not know. It's a tragedy. This man could've had a lifelong career on the internet had he just studied modern trends and tried to diversify. Now, I don't think it will get him through retirement unless he's been secretly investing behind the scenes. (Which from employee claims about binge drinking, impulse spending, and huge parties doesn't seem to be the case.) Please stop wasting your time, money, and emotional resources on a man who literally doesn't have it in him to care. You should have more self-respect than this.

[nostalgia-eh52]

[vrepit-salt]

[twicethebetterworse]

YIKES YIKES YIKES IMPORTANT IMPORTANT IMPORTANT

Readers, make sure you have all your favourite Ao3 fics downloaded.

Writers, make sure you have copies of all the fics you have posted on Ao3.

I don’t want to be alarming, but things could get really bad really fast. OTW shared this today on Twitter, and I'm a bit worried about it 😅

Ao3 is a non-profit organisation. If they have to start paying taxes, I have no idea what will happen.

[elfgrove]

New Things to Beware on the Internet

On May 3rd, Google released 8 new top-level domains (TLDs) -- these are new values like .com, .org, .biz, domain names. These new TLDs were made available for public registration via any domain registrar on May 10th.

Usually, this should be a cool info, move on with your life and largely ignore it moment.

Except a couple of these new domain names are common file type extensions: ".zip" and ".mov".

This means typing out a file name could resolve into a link that takes you to one of these new URLs, whether it's in an email, on your tumblr blog post, a tweet, or in file explorer on your desktop.

What was previously plain text could now resolve as link and go to a malicious website where people are expecting to go to a file and therefore download malware without realizing it.

Folk monitoring these new domain registrations are already seeing some clearly malicious actors registering and setting this up. Some are squatting the domain names trying to point out what a bad idea this was. Some already trying to steal your login in credentials and personal info.

This is what we're seeing only 12 days into the domains being available. Only 5 days being publicly available.

What can you do? For now, be very careful where you type in .zip or .mov, watch what website URLs you're on, don't enable automatic downloads, be very careful when visiting any site on these new domains, and do not type in file names without spaces or other interrupters.

I'm seeing security officers for companies talking about wholesale blocking .zip and .mov domains from within the company's internet, and that's probably wise.

Be cautious out there.

[slitherpunk]

Surely this won't lead to more issues with accounts getting hijacked, or impersonations, or username hoarding, or getting messages from randos, or etc etc etc . . .

really hoping they don't go through with this, I think I'll leave feedback

[softbroken]

to wanting to cry because i was horny as fuck

it's funny how i can switch from feeling horny as fuck to wanting to cry hahahah

[slfcare]

after it has been new, scary and uncomfortable, it’s going to be okay. isn’t that what we’re doing it for?

[thetoyboxs]

That time of the decade where I throw a bunch of old drawings together and post em. Here's an LU doodle dump/character study/ animation test. Some of these are actually quite old, others pretty recent. Anyways! Enjoy the look into my mind (Not much in there TBH)

[official-olm-posts]

Most likely to overtake the oppressive government from my ancestors and create a benevolent society

did you receive any superlatives (most likely to…) in your yearbook?

[shiftythrifting]

i desperately wanted to get this chair but it was $1200. the tag says "yikes"

[ciderjacks]

unnecessarily depressing image

[blanketforcas]

imagine thinking eileen took away from the story

[desperuntion]

Daniel’s days are loud, like the pulsing words gnawing through his thoughts before they can form at all. his distractions make it easier— so he never has to remember, never has to sit still and think— but he’s forgotten something that could be important. it is dangerous to forget how small he is.  

the upset armand elicits as he speaks of his gift is clumsy and desperate and completely silent. it spills out directionless exactly where his lover applies pressure.

that wasn’t it! that wasn’t it! that wasn’t it!

and then, through his chaos, it stills, iced over with frigid panic. it is a panic that could not be confused with any other emotions bleeding together as armand raises the possibility of losing the privilege.

You’ll kill me.

a noise like he’s been struck when armand relinquishes control of his arm. he snatches it to his chest, fingers trembling and working aimlessly. they skitter over his left, still locked in place, reflexively attempting to pull it free. eyes flicker dully over the clawed hand offered. he’s trust it on another day. palm up.

maybe he will have less to think about in a moment.

he does not entertain reluctance even as his hand twitches at the wrist and fingers drum the air. it is a betrayal to the nervousness alive and writhing inside them how easily he gives up his hand, placing it palm up in armand’s. his dread doesn’t stir when he eyes the crop— an inevitability merely taken shape. he feels something closer to relief, but he can’t decipher it. he hopes his nerves will be loud.

“ I’m sorry. ”

Stupid. I'm stupid. Reckless. The pulse of the intruding thoughts keeps up, unabating, as Daniel recites his lines for Armand. The effort it takes to seed them in his mind would hardly be visible in Armand’s face, had Daniel enough light to even see it by. In the dark, it is impossible to see any strain. But Armand needs no light to see into Daniel, to the pounding of his heart, the flicker of anxiety, and the stirring of his perverse interest.

“Good job, Daniel, we're getting somewhere. Good of you to admit it. Though it is unfortunate, is it not? That your pleasure is so cheap, and at such a risk for something that ‘doesn’t mean anything?’ That it is all simply a fix to you, whether it comes from him or from me?” Cheap. Base. Stupid. “I was not aware you saw my gift of blood as something so worthless. If it is all the same, and it all means nothing, then I suppose it doesn’t matter if you lose that privilege, does it? My, hear your heart Daniel, how it's racing, and not just with panic. With want. At my anger? At my disgust for how you've acted? Are you that easy?" He steals the word Daniel uses in his thoughts and hopes it humiliates, though he doesn't have much hope for Daniel retaining any sense of shame when his pride is so readily disposed of. Easy. Lewd. Pathetic. "You said you had nothing more to tell me, But you do, Daniel, and that is a heartfelt ‘I’m sorry.’” He stands, and in the dark his rising is accompanied all the more notably by the noise of the leather cushion shifting, of it ripping as Armand pulls his nails out of it. “And when you are really sorry, Daniel, when you understand how deeply, wretchedly sorry you are, then I will accept it.”

There is another moment of silence, emptier than before. Armand’s shadow has vanished, too fast for Daniel to perceive the motion of it, but in his absence his grip on Daniel remains. He is not done with him. Not nearly. It is a brief disappearance, and then the shadow is back, mere inches before the kneeling figure. 

Armand releases his control over Daniel’s right arm and gives him a moment to feel the sensation rush back into it. A lamp flickers on by the couch behind him. He offers one clawed hand to Daniel, and for a moment, it seems as if he means to help him up. “Your hand. Palm up, please,” he says, and the briefly comforting illusion is shattered; in his other hand, Armand holds the familiar length of a riding crop.

[ricky-mortis]

“You’re a caveman. And I’ve invented fire.”

Close-ups under the cut :)