#I've had a proper gaming computer for over a year now and I love it

[mercuriallily]

Imagine complaining that your frame rate drops to 40 frames per second come on

[swifty-fox]

Do you have any Clegan fic WIPS or idea/hcs you haven't shared yet? Getting #Clegan withdrawal :'(

lemme rustle through my bag of goodies

I've got my Sci Fi Au:

Entry Log 2043

-DateStamp: 14th July 5399

-Location: DeepSpace Sector G8677-65HG-76789_I

-Personnel File: Maj. J.C. Egan (Zoot Suit) 

Recording_

“This is Major John Egan, callsign ZootSuit, aboard the vessel M’lle ZigZag. Today is the dawn of my final day of exploration, putting an end to a sixteen-month foray into DeepSpace. Initial findings reveal little of note. A few developing stars and planets; an asteroid belt; and a total of six planets, two of which I will be recommending for a second more thorough exploration of due to planets possibly location being within the ‘Goldilocks Zone.’ I look forward to whiskey, solid food and to breathe air that isn’t recycled from a fucking can. I can’t wait to fuck my husband-”

John pauses.

“Ah, computer erase the last seven words. Reasoning: Irrelevant to mission. I will be entering Hyperspace within the hour, once I hit proper trajectory to slingshot around the primary sun.”

He taps the record button to end the log, carefully labeling the file and placing it in a folder with the few thousand other logs he’d recorded over the last year and a half. A verified library of data, observations and the occasional love-letter. A year and a half of research; one of the longest expeditions ever undertaken by any pilot. Considered bold by some and risky by far more. Deep space played with people's minds, the long stretches of isolation broken up only by Hypersleep creating the perfect recipe for a light case of mental instability.John had trained for this, ran through thousands of psychological tests and millions of scenarios. There was not a person in the universe more capable of this task. 

John rubs his jaw, feeling the scratchy beard and spins out of his pilot's chair, leaving the computer to guide the craft. 

Two Fingers down(Bikeriders AU)

“I don’t like liars.”

“I’m an honest liar,” John whispers against his lips

“You cheated.” Gale accuses.

“Cheating implies I was playing to win. Throwing the game to lose on purpose is different.” his hands fumble at Gale’s belt buckle, the metallic sound of it undoing loud in the alleyway. Gale sucks in a ragged breath.

“That’s not-” Gale groans as John gets his free hand around his dripping cock, “-even remotely what it implies. I don’t fuck cheaters.”

“You’re gonna let this cheater fuck you.”

“Is that so?” Gale's hips buck into the tight clench of John’s fist, his pubic hair darker than the rest, almost a sandy brown color.

“Yeah, if you call that cheating then I’m disqualified. Winner-” John bends over to spit onto the glistening head of Gale's dick, rubbing the saliva down his shaft, “-Takes all.” 

I've got my Pirate John AU which is just concepts at this point LOL

Little Beasts is still happening! Here's a snippet from part 4:

“You’re really hitting me in the ‘yes daddy harder’ places with that face you’re pulling right now,” John says, swirling his finger through the over-complicated mess of a coffee in front of him.

It tasted awful, but he ordered it just to see if the kid behind the counter could actually pull it off.

Chick continued to keep his ‘yes daddy harder’ expression, which was in fact a look of profound exasperation and disappointment. And didn’t really awaken anything in John, but he found it plenty amusing to see the way the older mans eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

“I could have you thrown in jail today if i wanted, you know,” Chick Harding takes a sip of his own soy latte, “I could make up a reason, I hold your life in my hands.” 

“That’s a misuse of power and a miscarriage of justice, and also you like me. I’m your favorite little POW just admit it.” 

“Someone’s going to pop you one in the mouth, mocking veterans like that.”

John spreads his hands wide in a dont shoot the messenger sort of gesture “hey, I can claim it. My great gandpops was a POW. Got his flight jacket and everything hanging in my closet. This is my history.” 

“I think I should arrest you.”

John grins at him.

“You been meeting with Brady?” Chick asks, setting his coffe down with a pleased hum, begins folding his utensils wrapper accordion style until the cheap paper has become nothing more than a little square. It’s the same thing he does every time, restless fingers the only betrayal that the parole officer wasn’t just a robot.

Which John already knew was false. He’d looked the guy up the moment he’d had access to internet again. Had a neatly sealed Juvenile record and an exemplary military record which meant the guy was both secretly interesting and also probably a little batshit.

“Every couple weeks just like those fascist fucks tells me too. Just like i meet you every six weeks and we pretend I’m in need of babysitting and you pretend you’re not hoping that college boy will finally write his number on your coffee cup.” John leans forward on his elbows,the table creaking under his weight  “I could do it for you, if you’re too shy.” 

Chick doesn’t give him the satisfaction of blushing, but John can see the way his sholulders straighten slightly.

“He even looks like me a bit too. Curly brown hair,” John smooths his fingers across his mustache, “ the sexy landing strip. You sure you’re not displacing some sexual attraction?”

“You are the devil incarnate. That barista means nothing to me.” 

“You shouldn’t be so grumpy, meeting your favorite little felon.” 

“Only person around here that seems grumpy is you, Egan.”

“Me?” John stretches, tilting his chair back with one foot until he nearly topples backward, “Whay’ve I got to be grumpy about? I’ve got a shitty dead-end job, a dying grandma who, by the way, isn’t actually even my grandma, and i’ve got to check in with some middle aged drill sergeant with a thing for some guy who looks like Sean Cody’s next up and coming.” 

“I don’t know what that even means.”

“Oh you so do.” John smiles.

[amorficzna]

I feel like I've learned so much about myself and about burnout this last little while.

I was last fired from a really toxic work environment last August, so it's been almost a year without work. Before that I was laid off as part of the continued games industry layoffs. I think at that point I had a very toxic and burned relationship with work.

I am so privileged that I've had the time to recover. My partner has been so good and making sure we've haven't suffered even though our industries fucking suck right now. Because I don't think I even realized how burned out I was. Like, I know that I was burned out - it seemed apparent with how I was going - but not how it actually was. It was seriously affecting my mental health to the point where I was either laying in bed not doing anything for days, or cleaning the house or playing video games or doing whatever for literally 16 hours or more without stopping. Like I think my body was incredibly out of wack. I don't think I really understood "the body keeps the score" until then.

It took me months to find passion in something again. Crochet is great. It was something I actually wanted to do which wasn't just sitting in front of a computer screen. I had no energy to hang with friends or leave the house even though they would have no doubt made me feel better.

I think with finally, finally nothing to do - after years of academic rigor with working on top of it and finishing my masters and trying not to lose my mind with a company that was falling apart around me - my body just went to the other extreme. I can't even explain what was the burn out (versus like, not having the proper meds, or if it was both, or if one was affecting the other, etc.) or what it was really doing to me, but I knew I had it.

There were a few times throughout the last year that I thought I had finally recovered. Pushed myself to apply to jobs and try to turn my hobbies into money making machines (I would still like to do some as side hustles, but not to force it to happen if it doesn't) even though my body was too tired to even think about going to a job every day. Too stressed about being rejected all the shit I dealt with my last job that I couldn't really do it.

All this to say that burn out is so invasive, I just never really realized it. It affected every part of me, and still does! Over the past few months I've slowly, slowly seen myself recovering. Actually wanting to show my work and the best of myself. Thinking about pursuing a PhD, updating my website, learning more figma and graphic design because I've always loved it and want to improve my skills. Things I want to do!

It's so refreshing to, every little while, wake up and realize, "Oh, I was still burned out, but now I'm feeling it slowly get it claws out of me".

I hope it just continues. I'm excited to see what I can become when I don't push myself to the extreme, so much so that the only thing keeping me going is not stopping.

[galaxsims]

...Hello :)

It's been so long, and I've missed telling stories with the sims. I've recently gotten back into the sims and I want to post the rest of gen 2 of Trials of the Zodiac and possibly do a couple more stories as well. I've had all the screenshots taken for gen 2 since 2022 and life just ... happened, and I've been busy. A lot of changes—all good, of course, but big ones nonetheless.

I miss Love Island also. That was the most fun I had with the sims in ages and I'm so sad I let it fall off and now I know that the sims every wonderful creator sent me will look different if I rebooted it as it was. I'm wondering if I should just ... restart it completely? I still have all of your sims in my library, but the cc ....... I'd deleted the whole folder when I stopped playing the sims a couple years ago.

Would you be okay with me still using your sims and just continuing where it left off? I still remember who was voted off in the first elimination. Or should we just start it over completely?

My biggest thing is my cc folder is different now, so my sims will probably look a little different in gen 3, but it's fine lol.

I also am kind of working on writing a legacy challenge myself, which I hope to post soon! It focuses on storytelling, since that's my favorite thing to do in the sims and I can't seem to just play the game without a story lol. I just love posing sims and taking pictures tbh.

I'll be playing through that as well, though it'll be on my YouTube channel instead! That alongside a more story-driven series and videos about the detailed, lore-filled save file I'm working on, so if you're interested, my YouTube is @galaxsims.x. I'll be posting on there within the next couple of weeks as I get things ready.

I have two different computers with the sims on it. My gaming laptop, which will be for stories here on my simblr, and a proper gaming pc, which I will be using for YouTube.

I've just been thinking about coming back a lot recently. I miss writing my stories and reading your stories as well.

[dorakonia]

ok so this was the draft i was talking about earlier skdfjhsdf

giant wall of text incoming but it's been on my mind for the longest time now and i had to get it off my chest ksjfsdfgdfg

i feel so insanely tired and overwhelmed lately. istg, ever since i started at my new job earlier this year, i have like... no fucking energy whatsoever whenever a workday is over. like... i'm very happy that i've found a place to work at that takes my 'needs' into account - i'm allowed to take as many small breaks as i want, i can listen to music all day, i get to sit in an office where i don't have to see or talk to anyone, the work that i do requires me to sit by the computer and the task itself very easy, and i only work 5 hours 3 days a week. it's like heaven, and yet i feel so insanely tired whenever i get home.

i haven't had a 'proper' job since 2019 and it really shows. it's fucking hard to get back into a routine like this and still manage to maintain my free time in an efficient way. all i do when i get home is play video games and watch yt, and sometimes take a nap if i'm really really tired. and then i ofc have to maintain my apartment and make sure my cats are taken care of ( although at this point it feels like they are taking care of me by simply being there to keep me company DSKJFHSDJFH ).

it's... a lot, i'm ngl. writing on tumblr hasn't really come to me as easily lately as it used to, not to mention i've really been struggling with keeping in touch with people in general ( although that's not something new ksdjfhsdf i've always struggled with that ) aside from the people i'm closest to, both irl and online.

this blog has always been set to low activity, ever since i first made it over a year ago, and i more or less have only interacted with people that i have an established verse with because it's easier for me to muster up the willpower to sit down and write when i know what it is that i'm replying to - and even then it sometimes take me a while to get to it depending on what it is. and considering i'm not fully caught up with twst yet, replying to already established verses have only been that much more convenient and easy for me to do. this has nothing to do with me not wanting to talk to and interact with new people, believe me, there's nothing that i want more - but given my current situation as a whole, it has just been really really hard for me to prioritize new interactions.

it is not my intention to suddenly go poof while in the middle of a conversation or plotting session - sometimes i just can't bring myself to talk to new people because it requires a lot of my energy because it means that i'm putting myself in a situation where i have to get to know someone new. don't get me wrong, i love meeting new people and getting to know them, it's just that the energy and effort i have to put into it drains my battery way faster than what it would 'normally' do for others. there is only so much i can do in terms of getting better at socializing in general, because i can't control my own battery. what i can do though is to try and getting back to people i've unintentionally left on read without feeling like 'too much time has passed so now i feel awkward talking to them again' or something along those lines. because lord knows feeling insecure about that has been a real issue too sdkjfhsdf and sometimes i even feel scared of showing that i'm online and active on the dash or discord because i don't want people to think that i'm ignoring them or that it's on purpose.

but i know that not everyone has all the patience in the world, and that's totally valid. especially if i vanish for weeks without a word. but i want people to know that if i suddenly go poof for a while and then suddenly appears again to talk to you, it's not because i'm bored and have nothing better to do, or because i want something from you. it's because i needed some time to recharge and think of ways to better formulate my words in my reply to you- especially when i'm talking to new people. it's not a very good first impression, i know, and i don't blame you for thinking the worst of me if i suddenly stop replying and haven't given you an explanation as to why that is. sometimes i try to say something like "i need some time to recharge and think about this and i'll get back to you when i can" just so there won't be any misunderstandings, but sometimes i don't for whatever reason and that's totally on me.

but sometimes people in general simply don't have the patience, or even understands what i go through on a daily basis to even be able to manage things that are otherwise simple and trivial to most people - and i completely understand that. i understand that everyone is different, and i understand that i will not mesh well with everyone and vice versa.

but the reason for this giant wall of text is mostly just that things have been more tough than usual for me lately, and i want to put it out there that it's never my intention to leave you hanging - if we're mutuals, it means that i want to write with you when there is an opening of opportunity for me to do so. but i also want to put it out there that you are of course free to look after yourself too, and if you feel like we aren't going to be compatible writing partners then i will obviously not hold it against you if you no longer want to plot and/or write together - and you are free to softblock me whenever you want.

i have oftentimes been thinking about if indie rp really is for me or not - even though i've done it for a couple of years now, and i've often considered putting it on the shelf all together and just turn to 1x1s and possibly group rps on discord. but i feel like the issue with this is that leaving tumblr rp would take away any chances i have of meeting new people to write with and become friends with, and it would simply just make my social situation worse than what it already is. i know that certain parts of this post makes it sound like i'm leaving or whatever but i promise that i'm not skdjfhsf i just wanted to put my thoughts and feelings out there in the hopes of being better understood and avoiding misunderstandings ( because that is one of the many things i need to get better at ). and if you've made it this far, regardless of what you feel is the best thing for you to do in terms of being mutuals with me, i'm still insanely grateful that you have taken your time to read my post✨

[tsintzask]

hey hi hello there

So I am finally getting around to writing a proper intro post lol, so hi, i'm tsintzask, or tsin for short. i use that handle everywhere online pretty much, so if you see a tsintzask elsewhere, chances are it's me.

i have had this blog for a long time now, but only really became active here after reddit decided to ban the app i was using to access it. I was an /r/196 user who migrated to my unused blog, basically.

I'm from Greece, and I study computer science in college. As of the most recent edit, I am doing my masters program, so that's going pretty good.

i would consider myself an anarchist, though i don't think humanity is currently ready for that kind of world - i think there's just too many selfish people around that would seek to take advantage of things. still, the current system has got to go. the fundamental idea behind capitalism is to prioritize money over people, and that's just plain evil.

As for other stuff about me, i have been told before i have neurodivergent vibes (it wasn't in like in a derogatory way, but as a serious thing) and yeah i kinda see that. I ought to go get checked sometime

i like a lot of things, as you can see in my blog description: D&D, Pathfinder, Pokémon, Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail, Terraria, insects, cats, memes, cute/wholesome stuff, theater, basic human decency. And I wanna gush about my likes a bit-

D&D and Pathfinder

I've been a player in both d&d 5e and pathfinder 2e, and a DM in d&d 5e. we're talking whole years of doing this. making characters is really fun, and playing them is even more fun! I mostly play online over Discord, but have played a lot irl too, and still do.

Pokémon

While i'm not as into it as i used to in my teens, i have played every game from pokemon pearl up to ultra moon, but not any further as i don't own a switch. that is subject to change if/when i get more into piracy. I've also played pokemon emerald and leaf green in emulators, and i've played mystery dungeon: explorers of darkness. one of the few video games to actually make me cry, btw.

Genshin Impact & Honkai Star Rail

this is my most recent fascination, i've been at it for a couple years now. mihoyo makes their games so incredibly gay and i love that. while i've been a bit burnt out on genshin, i am currently enjoying star rail a whole lot! and i ship a bunch of stuff that sometimes contradicts each other, so if you see conflicting ship arts in my reblogs, there's why. part of it is that i ship kujou sara with every other girl in genshin

btw, feel free to friend me in either game, in the EU server

Genshin UID: 741043259

Honkai Star Rail UID: 700410303

Terraria

oh man, terraria. all of my high school energy and two of my undergrad college years went into this game, it's just so good. I occasionally do modded runs every few months now.

Theater

I'm not a theater nerd or anything, but I did go to an amateur theater group for a couple years. was fun, i'd do it again for sure!

Basic Human Decency

I just think being nice is good. i don't get argumentative often; I used to argue often, but i try to keep most of my interactions with bigots/assholes/etc as a simple joke on their expense before i block them. also, it's taking some effort, but when i have something negative to comment on someone i don't actually have reason to dislike, i've been trying to just let it go and ignore instead.

[theunpublishedwriter]

                   Why I'm a Super-villain

                                   

                        

     "I suppose this is the part where you tell me what led you to a life of crime or some other nonsense so you can hear your own voice. I'd rather you just kill me," the hero said from inside the impenetrable and escape proof cage he had been trapped in.

     A tall, well- built figure dressed in black turned from a laptop he had been watching and stared at the hero. His face was covered by a black hood, but penetrating blue eyes were visible. He chuckled once and dragged an office style chair close to the cage and sat down. From inside his black coat, he withdrew a comic book and looked at it for a moment, flipping through the pages and shaking his head.

    "This is a comic book," he said, his voice muffled slightly by the hood, "and this," he gestured with a wave of his arm, "is reality. In the comic book, the hero always wins. But not in reality. Not in my reality."

     The hooded figure put the comic back inside his jacket and leaned forward. With forearms resting on knees, he stared at the floor, gathering his thoughts. The incessant humming and whirring of constantly running computers and diabolical machines filled the air.

     With a sigh, the villain sat up straight and in a quiet voice, barely loud enough to be heard over the machines he began. "The press call me an evil genius, and I am. The authorities call me a criminal and a threat to society....and I am. I wasn't always this way."

     "Just kill me. I don't care about your story after everything you've done."

     The hooded figure raised his voice. "You don't get it,  hero. I could have killed you any time I wanted. Just like I killed or permanently crippled every hero on earth... except you. I've saved you for last so I can tell you my story and show you why you should care."

     He leaned forward again, and in a low voice, he began, "I said I wasn't always this way. Life was hard growing up. My father wasn't around much, and my mother worked to support us. She worked hard at her job, and she worked hard to make me believe that my father was a good man. There was always a story to explain why he wasn't able to make it to my birthday parties or little league games. When I was little, she would say he was off saving the world or helping the police.

     "You believe these things when you're young. You  want desperately to believe that your father is a hero, and that's why he can't be with you. Children are so gullible and stupid. Full of hero worship and false ideas.

     "As I grew older, so too did my intelligence and curiosity. My grades astounded my teachers, and they assured me colleges would fight over me. This is despite my father coming home at ungodly hours and waking my mother up. I could hear them talking, sometimes arguing, and I would get angry with him. I wanted to yell at him, but my mother had always told me not to do that because it wouldn't be proper for a son to yell at his father. Wouldn't be proper! Ha!

     "To this day, I'll never understand how she could have loved him so much how she could have defended him. Doesn't matter.  She's gone now. But he's still alive, hero, and I have a surprise for him."

     "I hope it's better than this story."

     The villain threw his head back and laughed until he coughed.  "It's a hell of a surprise.  But please,  let me finish my story. Colleges did fight over me. Before I left the dump I had to live in I confronted my old man late one night. I told him what a lousy husband and father he was. I yelled and threatened and yelled some more until I made my mother cry. She cried for that piece of shit, hero.

"I left early the next morning and never went back. Not during my years at college. Not when I moved on to new experiments and inventions that could benefit mankind, but were more suited for my purposes. Not even when my mother died. I was disgusted by my past and had no use for it. I had two goals, hero. The first was to be unbeatable in everything I chose to do. I'd like to think I've accomplished that.

"The second was to punish my father for making me what I am. He sent me down this path. The less I saw him as a child, the more I needed to see him. The need grew and changed over time, changed into a hatred. The hatred became revenge. Revenge became everything. Revenge made me. My father made me.

"Years later, I tried to find him to finish that chapter, but he was gone. I suppose I could have put more effort into finding him, but I was busy building my future, hiring underlings, toppling small governments, and my favorite, killing superheroes. You people are ridiculously easy to kill.

"Anyway, for a time, I forgot about my father and revenge. Until, and this was great, I was torturing your little sidekick, that idiot with the jokes. I hated that little punk. Seems like you told him everything. The things he told me. Everything.

"So if you ever wondered why I'm a Super-villain," the villain stood and removed his hood, "This is why, father. The cage will unlock after I leave."

[survey--s]

629.

1 - When was the last time you spent over $100 in one transaction? What did you buy? I don't remember, honestly. Maybe a beach ride or something like that? Most of my transactions are between £5-75.

2 - Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? Would you judge a grown adult for doing so? Yeah, my stuffed bear and no, of course I wouldn't. I really don't see the issue with having a comfort "item" of sorts.

3 - Would you describe yourself as fashion-conscious, or do you just wear whatever feels comfortable? I wear whatever's comfortable but of course (like everyone) I'm influenced by what's available in the shops or by what I see online.

4 - The last time you got up from where you’re sitting, where did you go and what did you do? Uh well, I only just sat here for the first time since I got up this morning lol. I was on the sofa earlier and got up to give the animals their evening treats, get ready for bed and come upstairs.

5 - Would you rather read an erotic novel or watch an erotic film? Read an erotic novel.

6 - Who taught you how to tell the time on a proper analogue clock? I think it was probably my dad.

7 - What’s your favourite way to make your home smell good? Do you spend a lot of money on making this happen? Scented wax melts and well, I guess so, but when you break it down it probably costs 50p per day which isn't much really. But I buy in bulk maybe 2-3 times a year and spend £50 or so.

8 - How long have you had the computer/tablet you’re currently using? Does it need replacing or upgrading? About four months, so no.

9 - When you’re home alone, do you make sure all your doors are kept locked? The front door locks automatically when you close it, but the back door is always unlocked if we're in the house.

10 - How often do you light candles? Do you just like regular ones or do you prefer scented ones or ones that make pretty patterns when they melt? I light candles everyday as my wax burner runs on those little tea light things.

11 - Are you any good at taking care of plants? I've never tried to.

12 - How many surveys have you taken so far today? Will you take anymore surveys today once you’ve finished this one? This is the second one. I might take a couple more after, it depends how I'm feeling.

13 - What are the main two colours in the room you’re currently in? Did you pick these colours out yourself? Purple and white, and yes. 

14 - What was the last hot drink you consumed? What about cold drink? I had a coffee when I got home from work at lunchtime, and I had a Pepsi Max when I got back from my evening visits/jobs.

15 - Do you have piercings anywhere except your ears? How many and what are they? I have seven piercings in my ears as well as my nose and belly button, but I suspect the latter is closed up now.

16 - Do you prefer taking baths or showers? How come? Showers, but our shower is broken so it's baths for now. 

17 - What time do you need to wake up tomorrow morning? What is it that you have to be up for? 8am and work. I have a cat visit, three dog walks and then an evening cat visit and a horse visit too.

18 - If you work, how often do you get paid? Would you prefer to get paid more or less often? I run my own business and people pay me as/when, really. Mostly it's weekly, but some pay daily or monthly too.

19 - What does your favourite pair of pyjamas look like? Do you wear them to sleep or just to be comfy around the house? I never wear pajamas. I sleep in like, an over-sized t-shirt (plus leggings if it's freezing) and then if I'm just lazing at home I'll wear leggings and a top.

20 - How often do you wake up in the night needing a pee? Once or twice. I can probably count on one hand the amount of times in my life that I've ever slept through the night lol.

21 - What apps do you use the most on your phone? TikTok, Facebook, Instagram and various games.

22 - Do you prefer cats or dogs? Do you own any of either? I love both. I don't feel the need to put myself in either category. We have two cats, a kitten and a dog, yes.

23 - Do you have one of those fridges that has an ice-maker in the front? If not, would you find one useful? No, but I house-sit for work and one of the houses I stay in has one and I use it CONSTANTLY lol.

24 - Do you like wearing hats? What’s your favourite style? No. It's a sensory thing. I hate having my head/ears covered. 25 - If you live in a household with pets, who is responsible for their care - both in terms of finance and the physical tasks involved? That would be me, really. I pay for everything - food, insurance, vet visits, treats, toys, equipment - I walk the dog 5 days a week too but Mike does do weekends. The cats don't need much looking after but I do all the feeding, litter trays etc.

26 - What’s your opinion on leggings as pants? >> I wear leggings as pants all the time? what even is there to say about it <<<Same. I don’t care. <--- exactly.

27 - Have you ever driven in bare feet or do you think that’s too dangerous? Yeah, I used to when I worked a 40 minute drive away. My feet would be so hot and sweaty in shoes that it was uncomfortable (again, sensory issues) so being bare foot was way more comfortable. It's not illegal here either.

28 - Have you ever walked out of a job before? What were the circumstances and did you ever go back? Hmm, not exactly, but I did (twice) hand in my notice and leave. I never went back to either. I left the first one for personal reasons (relationship breakdown) and the second for MH reasons.

29 - Do you collect anything? Are these things worth money or are they practical/sentimental items? Just wax melts - they're just things I like to have, I guess.

30 - Do you have anything hanging from your ceiling apart from lights? No.

[selamat-linting]

one of my fondest teenage memories is spending time after school at an internet cafe. the internet cafe in my country is not really a cafe, most of the time its a medium sized room with filled with computers of questionable quality. its hot, and youre lucky if they gave you a proper seat and a divider for privacy. i've heard rumors of people watching porn in internet cafes but im not sure if its even possible considering how crowded the place would get. at least the computer is just good enough for browsing friv and playing pirated copies of counter strike or dota.

at least its cheap and affordable for students. its the best place to go after you sneak out of your house or skip school tbh. sometimes they even provide printers so you can also do your homework and play afterwards. all sorts of people would go there. computer nerds, school gang kids, facebook emos, weebs, wattpad girls, kpoppies, basically everyone who cant afford computers at home. but most of the time i've seen are mostly the nerds, facebook emos, and school gangs. they all would play games together or chat over facebook in a hot sweltering room that smells like cigarettes and body odor. they'd yell slurs at anything and everything. avenged sevenfold is playing. someone brought their ukulele. that was the worst place ever and i love it.

nowadays, most internet cafes are a lot nicer. probably after pc gaming got really expensive, and all night long gaming sessions becomes more common, adults started getting into it too. now, internet cafes are pricier than before, but considering the upgrade, its okay. even when i was a teen there are cafes that are nicer. my favorite place had air conditioner and a small cubicle separating each computer. i read my first smutfic over there. it went bankrupt a year before i graduate middle school.

[rawwkingrimmie64]

Reviewing Assassin's Creed Unity

Alright, so THAT is how you make an Assassin's Creed game. Unity was such a breath of fresh air compared to Rogue, and the game really went back to the core mechanics that make the series great. To be honest, I had pretty low hopes for the game, especially knowing about the absurd number of glitches I experienced first playing it after the Notre Dame fire. However, a better computer left the game virtually glitch-free.

I really enjoyed all of the twists in Unity. Co-op missions are a blast to play, and I'm a bit surprised that people are still regularly playing it (although the Discord server probably helps there). Buying weapons, outfits, and skills was frustrating at first, but quickly became an amazingly fun feature. I love how you could have so many different versions of Arno throughout the game!

The addition of political extremist as casual enemies was both exciting and terrifying. Every time I failed to save a civilian, I died a little inside.

Plot wise, the story was fantastic! Once again blurring the lines between Assassins and Templars, a major theme since AC3. They threw in a minor storyline twist that I didn't expect to go through, which is always nice. I like the idea that the Brotherhood was run by a Council while also having a Mentor. It brings a sense of balance and law to the Brotherhood that was really only there in word beforehand.

I'm still fascinated by the replacement of the Animus' White Room with the memory seekers. I think how that happens completely went over my head early on, and I can't remember a thing about how it started.

Abstergo hacking into the Helix was awesome, especially jumping through time. Playing as Arin centuries before and after was time was a real mind scrambler, but in the best way possible.

Honestly, I could praise this game for a lot, and outside of the occasional game-freezing glitch, there's not many complaints. The final memory made me want to scream! Ubisoft, stop doing that! (If you've played the game, you know exactly what I'm talking about) Stop it, Ubisoft!

Overall, Assassin's Creed Unity is one the best games in the series up to the time of release. The glitches can ruin the experience a bit, but I don't think the game deserves too much hate for it, especially since I hardly had any problems on a computer with the appropriate rexxomendations. I'm taking Syndicate, Origins, and Odyssey to console, just to play on the safe side. My computer probably can't handle the storage of three more AC games anyway. Still, it is a significant flaw for Unity to have the glitches and slow frame rate, and it'll slightly hurt the rating for me in the end. I'm thinking on level with AC3 and Black Flag, which is SO much better than what I can say for Rogue and what I had expected of Unity. Maybe I'll do a tier list when I finish Origins.

One last thing, I got this game for free when Ubisoft was promoting it last year after the Notre Dame fire. Like I said before, glitches and low frame rate really ruined my first ever experience with the game, but I am so glad I found a way to play it through with few problems. Seeing Notre Dame inside and out was absolutely mesmerizing. Now that I've finished the main storyline, I'll have to go back and talk a proper walk through the cathedral. Absolutely wondrous!

[lordofthebigtimesupernatural]

Hey, I've read your whole single dad shiro series and I absolutely love it! Would you write one about shiro breaking his leg badly and 15 year old Keith having to take care of him and help at home? Thank you!

Hello there! This was a funny prompt to do. Because guess what? Shiro is the WORST patient ever. But Keith still loves him and helps him, but seriously, it’s like taking care of a child. Thank you for such a lovely prompt and for enjoying this AU! I hope you enjoy!

x.V.x

              “I swearto god, if you get off that couch onemore time, so help me, I will duct tape you to it.”

              Shirofroze entirely, halfway off the couch. He could feel Keith’s piercing glarehitting the back of his head, and burning holes into it, and he could picturethe look of annoyance on Keith’s face. He knew that the threat was very real inKeith’s voice and the fifteen-year-old certainly wasn’t joking. He would ducktape his father to the couch, without hesitation.

              Slowly,Shiro lowered himself back onto the couch. His face immediately fell into apout and Keith sighed with relief.

              “That’smore like it.” Keith said before entering the living room. He ignored the puppydog look on his dad’s face, in order to rearrange Shiro’s foot (which wascurrently in a cast) back onto some fluffy pillows. Then he sat Shiro’s lunchdown on the table beside him. “You heard the doctor. You need to stay off itfor at least two weeks, then you can somewhatwalk around on the crutches.”

              “ButKeith, this is so booooooring.” Shiro sighed dramatically, causing Keith tosnort. Who knew that a man nearly in his forties could sound like atwo-year-old.

              “Tough.This is your fault for stupidly trying to clean the gutters on your own.” Keithreplied sternly and fluffed Shiro’s pillow once more.

              “Keith,I’ve been doing my own gutters since before you were born.” Shiro pointed outwith a raise of his eyebrows. Keith rolled his eyes and huffed.

              “Yeah,but you’re getting older now,” Keith said, to which Shiro gasped. “You’re moredelicate.”

              “Iresent that. Why would you wound your father, who is already injured?” Shirocrossed his arms over his chest and pouted again. Keith couldn’t help butsnicker at his dad’s attitude. Sure, he felt bad that his dad had been hurt andneeded to wear a cast for four weeks at least, but he was more concerned aboutkeeping his dad off his feet and resting.Shiro was a hard worker and Keith had grown up knowing just how hard his dadworked all the time. It was a struggle to get Shiro to slow down or rest, butthis was serious and now that Keith was getting older, he wasn’t about to letShiro dismiss his own health.

              Heneeded his dad to be healthy for the rest of his life.

              “Butthere’s still so much I need to do.” Shiro said quickly, hoping that this wouldget Keith to change his mind. “I never finished the gutters. Then there’s thelaundry and someone has to be a the training shelter to make sure all the dogsare okay. And balance the accounts out. And –”

              “I’mgoing to stop you right there,” Slowly, Keith’s hand rose in a motion to stopShiro from speaking. “I can help out with the chores and anything around thehouse. You literally have a staff atthe shelter that you personally hired, who can handle things while you’re gone.And if you’re that worried I can go to the shelter in your lead.”

              “ButKeith…”

              “No. Youare not moving from this couch, except to eat, use the bathroom and sleep.”Keith said quickly, with a firm look. It was a look that he had learned fromShiro, and was one that meant there was no room for argument. Shiro still wassensible enough to see when he had been defeated. “I just want you to getbetter dad. You need to stop and take it easy or you’re going to make itworse.” Shiro felt a tad bit guilty upon hearing the slight bit of pain in Keith’svoice. Of course he felt bad that Keith had gotten a call from Shiro, statingthat Shiro had fallen off a ladder and could probably use a ride to thehospital. He hated how Keith’s hands had shook on the steering wheel whiledriving him to the hospital, and he hated that Keith had worried so much.However, he was proud at Keith’s ability to stay calm and keep a leveled headin the situation and talk to the doctors on his own.

              Whatsucked was that now Keith was in charge.

              He was never going to let Shiro move until hisleg was fully healed.

              “Fine.”Shiro finally relented with a grumble. He knew defeat when he saw it and Keithwas not letting up any time soon. Hopefully, the next couple of weeks would goby so quickly.

x.V.x

              “…”

              “…”

              “…Tellme again, why I’m putting all of thepictures in different spots around the house?” Keith asked. He had a pictureframe in his hand and a hammer and nails in the other. Shiro was seated on achair in the kitchen, observing over Keith’s work with a tentative grin.

              “I justthought we could use an update. We’ve had the same pictures in the same placefor so long that it’s a bit of a drag.” Shiro beamed and nodded for Keith tokeep working. Keith sighed but didn’t argue with his dad.

              He hadoffered to do any of the work that his dad had planned, and if it made his dadhappy enough to stay off his brokenleg then Keith was willing to do it. Without complaint.

              “Do youwant this one to go here?” Keith asked, raising the picture above his head onthe wall. He heard Shiro quietly muttering to himself with a frown, andpatiently waited for a response.

              “Hm,actually no. Not there. There’s not enough room for them all. Try that wall.”Keith turned around to see Shiro pointed at a wall to the left of Keith. Onethat still had pictures on it. Keith sighed.

              “Youwant me to move those too then?” Keith asked, setting the frames and nailsdown. Behind him Shiro nodded.

              “Yes. Ithink we could do with a good move of allthe pictures in this house.” Shiro said quietly and Keith nodded in response. Whatever dad wants, I’ll do.

              “Fine,let me get them off the wall and hang these two up.” Keith quickly set to workof taking down the three pictures on the wall and hanging up the two in hisother hand. However, just as he was about to hang the last picture onto thewall, he could hear his dad clearing his throat.

              “Do youthink we should change the photos in the frames? They’re all kinda old, don’tyou think?” Shiro asked. Keith stopped before he placed the final frame on thewall and closed his eyes. Although, instead of annoyance or anger, a smallsmile had graced Keith’s face and he found himself laughing quietly.

              “Suredad, whatever you think.”

x.V.x

              “Did youknow that apparently Big Foot doesn’t even have big feet.” Shiro announced oneday after Keith had gotten home from school. Lance, Pidge and Hunk were followingbehind Keith, through the front door. Each of them waved to Shiro beforescattering throughout the house.

              Keithpaused to blink at his dad in confusion.

              “What?”He asked dumbly. Shiro never looked up from the laptop screen in front of him.

              “BigFoot. His feet probably aren’t as big as everyone makes it out to be.” Shiroexplained slowly. Whatever he was looking at or watching on the computer, ithad captured his entire attention span. “Proportionally to the rest of hisbody, his foot is pretty average size. It might seem big to us, because itwould be close to a size 14 or 15, but still. It’s not huge. That’s why peopleshould keep calling it Sasquatch, and not Big Foot.”

              “Right?And the Yeti. Totally related to them. It’s a subspecies, I’m sure of it.”Pidge announced suddenly. Keith almost jumped, having not heard Pidge reenterthe room.  He smiled with a roll of hiseyes when he saw Pidge brining over a package of cookies, before sitting downbeside Shiro. Quickly, Shiro scooted over, as he kept his leg elevated and thetwo began a deep conversation about the proper name for “Big Foot” andsightings that they may have seen ofthe creatures.

              It wasnerdy and adorable, but Keith couldn’t help but smile at the two and snap acouple of pictures and videos.

              “I thinkyou’ve had enough internet for today dad.” Keith laughed, causing Pidge andShiro to look at him in horror.

              “I’vebarely scratched the surface Keith. You don’t even want to know about theChubacabra.”

              Keithlaughed harder than he had laughed in months, in response.

x.V.x

              “Keith,he refuses to take the pain medication.”

              Keithsighed, fumbling with the phone against his ear and his shoulder as hecontinued to organize the back room stock of the Rescue shelter that his dadran.

              “Allura,you’re an adult. Surely you can force him too?” Keith asked, huffing when helifted another bag of dog food onto the shelf. He could hear the sounds ofmuffled voices on the other end of the line before Allura growled.

              “Despitebeing a leg and an arm less -”

              “Sure could use a hand Allura!”

              “Shiro,be quiet!” Allura snapped and Keith snickered to himself. “You better not belaughing young man.” Quickly, Keith sobered up and maneuvered the cellphonefrom his shoulder to his hand.

              “Sorry.But seriously?” Keith asked quietly and Allura groaned.

              “He’s alot stronger than he looks. I cannotforce him to do anything. Don’t youdare give me that look Shiro, I know you’re in pain.” Allura snapped, mostlikely to an offended looking Shiro and Keith bit his lip to keep from laughingagain.

              “Alluratell him I said he has to or else.”Keith finally said quietly, causing Allura to sigh in acceptance. She quietlyrelayed the message and Keith could hear the sound of Shiro’s voice in thebackground.

              “He saysor else what?” Allura repeated and Keith felt one of his eyebrows raise.

              “Orelse, I’ll take away that new Pokémon game on his phone that we just installed.”Keith replied.

              “Hesays, he doesn’t care. It’s not like he can go far anyway. Besides he caught a Pikachualready.” Allura said quietly and this time Keith almost groaned.

              “Fine.”Keith growled. “Then you tell him if he doesn’t take his pills I won’t be bringinghome his favorite seafood and instead I will cram boiled liver down his throatfor dinner tonight.”

              “…”

              Keithlistened as Allura spoke to Shiro over the phone and to the silence thatfollowed.

              “He’staking the pills now Keith.”              

              Keithgrinned. “That’s what I thought.”

x.V.x

              “I neverthought anyone could do it, but you did it dad.”

              “I toldher I was sorry. Several times in fact.”

              “That’snot enough.”

              “Whatmore can I do?”

              “Did yougive her a belly rub and scratch her favorite spot on her hip?”

              “Yes!”

              “And didyou get her a new toy and give her some of your lunch meat?”

              “Yes!”

              “Well,then I don’t know what else to do. You’ve done the impossible dad. You’veannoyed Red to the point where she’s hidingfrom you.”

              “…I saidI was sorry.”

x.V.x

              “Everythinglooks good. I’d say just another couple weeks of physical therapy andeverything should be back to normal. The cast can stay off.”

              “Oh,thank goodness.” Keith almost slumped back in his chair at the doctor’s wordsand Shiro rolled his eyes playfully. Clearly amused at the two, the doctoroffered a smile and a small laugh before excusing himself from the room.

              “Don’tbe so dramatic, I was not that bad.” Shiro said playfully, causing Keith toalmost choke on his laughter.

              “Dad,you were so bad. Horrible. You are the worst patient ever.” Keith said.

              “Youknow, grandma used to say that too when I was a kid.” Shiro rubbed his chin thoughtfully,and this time Keith did in fact laugh.

              “And youwonder why?” Keith laughed again when Shiro stuck his tongue out at him.Despite his exhaustion and what he had just said, Keith would have doneeverything over and over again if Shiro needed him to. More than anything hewas just glad his dad was alright.

              Okay, so a tiny part of him was glad his dadwouldn’t be asking him how to work the tv remote every five mintues.