#OK TO REBLOG!

[iowafashionweekbegins]

hi, i just want to let everyone know, if any of you are frustrated with the state of TS4, i've compiled several different tutorials and made an all-in-one guide for playing TS2 on modern computers. it has all the fixes necessary to prevent crashes + pink flashing, and tips to make the game look just as nice as TS4, if not better!

please let me know if this guide is useful for you, or if anything needs to be changed/added/removed. i've tested it myself on multiple computers, and, while it works for me, there are many possibilities for error, considering that everyone's computer is different.

thank you for reading! i hope you like it :]

EDIT: i've set up a ko-fi, if anyone wants to show their appreciation for my work!! thank you so much to anyone who donates!!

EDIT 2: if you're going to copy my guide, especially if some parts are word-for-word, please give me credit, just like how i gave credit at the end of the tutorial to all of the creators whose guides i referenced in the creation of this carrd. as far as i'm aware, i came up with this idea of an all-in-one carrd first- having a large platform does not make you better than anyone else or "above" giving credit to others.

last updated: september 27, 2024, update info in the replies.

[marsoid]

Ok question for those who keep up with regular webcomic updates.

Let’s say a comic you’re into updates weekly with only a few pages (2-3 pages, or roughly 8-14 panels)… is that not enough to keep your interest? Or is the frequency helpful to stay caught up?

Same question, but it only updates twice a month (every 2 weeks) but with more pages (4-6 pages, or approx 15-30 panels). More to read at one time, but does that make it easy to forget what was going on in the story?

And don’t try to be nice and “I’m fine with whatever you’re comfortable with!!” ur way outta this LMAO BE HONEST

[yevgenyyyy]

a sincere note about @/benjicotblckwood

Hi. I'm making this post to alert the hotd fandom about the utterly disturbing behavior of user @/benjicotblckwood (their other blogs: soulsbrne, cregnstark). Some of you might already be familiar with this blog and their posts, since they constantly spam the "cregan stark" and "tom taylor" tags with their inbox messages. Some of you might already have them blocked.

I've filtered and blocked all the tags and blogs that I could, but I've honestly had enough, and I feel obligated to make this post, as I believe it concerns all of us as a fandom. The way they choose to "conduct" themselves on this platform is abhorrent, showing an acute lack of respect and consideration for other users, and worst of all, for some of the actors - real human beings - involved in the show. They have already deleted many of the posts that I show and link below (I wonder why), but these are only a few drops in an ocean. I didn't even bother to scroll that far on their blog.

I want to preface this by saying: whether you choose to read this in full or not, I am begging you not to send them hate or to harass them in any way, shape, or form. That is NEITHER my intention nor my purpose. If you are angry, disgusted, etc., please, please, please just report and/or block them. Don't engage with them.

For the past few months, together with the anons and blogs they enable (and who enable them in return), they have repeatedly made incredibly disgusting and sexually explicit comments about Tom Taylor and Kieran Burton, tagging almost all of the posts with the actors' names and/or the characters they play, thus clogging the tags with shit like this (I suspect that they have since deleted some of the tags):

bonus: why was this post even tagged as Cregan Stark?

To further demonstrate that they do not see Tom Taylor as a real person but rather as an object to hypersexualise, they read and reblogged rpf (real person fanfiction) of him:

They have repeatedly stated that they comment on every instagram and tiktok post from Tom Taylor and Kieran Burton, asking them for their heights (and fuck knows what else). They themselves referred to this as harassment, which it very much is.

what DO you say on twitter, benjicotblckwood?

They constantly post clips and videos of Tom Taylor, where he is, who he is with, and what he is up to, often adding their own speculations and gross comments. This is literally cyberstalking. They even keep the things that he himself ends up deleting. (the post below is about a song Tom Taylor made and deleted)

Here are links to some deleted posts that contained some of their invasive and disgusting comments about Tom Taylor, his body, etc.:

https://www.tumblr.com/benjicotblckwood/758616703482675200/tom-is-over-6-feet-tall-and-hes-got-a-fat-juicy

https://www.tumblr.com/benjicotblckwood/758022883677192192/thomas-joseph-taylor-bradshaw-please-let-me-hit

https://www.tumblr.com/benjicotblckwood/758270274319810560/i-wish-that-truck-stop-employee-would-fuck-me-in?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/benjicotblckwood/758267144930738176/i-love-and-hate-that-tom-is-so-mysterious-like-i?source=share [they talked about "gatekeeping" and not wanting to "share" Tom Taylor in this one, 'cause.... you know... he's not a real person, obviously]

They also zoomed in on Harry Collett's underwear:

https://www.tumblr.com/benjicotblckwood/758272062982930432/the-fact-that-you-zoomed-in-and-enhanced-the?source=share [deleted post]

https://www.tumblr.com/benjicotblckwood/758267589006884864/like-there-is-absolutely-no-way-harry-had-boxers?source=share [deleted post]

I assume, because they constantly appear in the tags with questionable content (I'm being polite), they have been getting called out by multiple people (admittedly, not in a constructive way aka via anon hate). They got incredibly defensive (used buzzfeed and others doing similar things as excuses), acted like they didn't know what they were being called out for, and eventually deleted most of the posts. Don't get it twisted. These aren't jokes. This isn't what fandoms are. This isn't what fandoms are for. This isn't about a "handful" of "jokes" from today or yesterday. This is about dozens and dozens of posts (many of them incredibly disgusting and invasive) about real human beings, made over months and months, every single day.

Finally, I arrive at the reason why I'm making this post. They used the g*nocide in G*za to deflect from the shitshow on their blog. This isn't even performative activism. It's pure evil, in what I can only assume is an attempt to portray themselves as a good person who still has morals and empathy. As far as I'm aware, they have never ONCE shared a post, a fundraiser, anything about the topic on tumblr. But they chose this day, after responding to and deleting posts calling them out for their repulsive behavior online. This is beyond vile. This is fucking unacceptable.

I will conclude by reiterating what I wrote earlier: Please do not send them hate. Please do not harass them in any way, shape, or form. Please just report and/or block them.

[timeclipsed]

❝𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝚈𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆, 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

☾ heavily canon divergent. independent. 18+. semi-selective. high activity. ☽

⋆ star-crossed companions with @sorrowfulsidekick, @powered-by-prower, @red-eclipse, @vandalizedheart, @scumbag-the-hedgehog, @baymaxmuses, @phntasmgoria, @run-muse-dot-exe, & a whole multiverse of others! ⋆ also found at @dreamingofeos

do your daily clicks before you reblog! promo material by @strebcr! art by @sorrowfulsidekick! special thanks to @sweet-punch for the blog icon!

✧⁺₊⋆☾⋆.˚₊✩ 𝙸𝙵 𝚆𝙴'𝚁𝙴 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝙰𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼?❞

[ditty-nightsong]

thinking about the intimacy of bandaging a finger... perhaps you and your F/O aren't official yet, but they have feelings for you, or perhaps you two are official! but the gentleness and sweetness with which they hold your hand in one of theirs and wrap the bandaid around your injured finger can't be understated. they love you. whether it's a little nick on your thumb or something else, they want you to be safe and well.

(bonus points for non-human F/Os! perhaps they've never seen human blood before, and they're worried and startled that it's seeping from you even in a small, negligible amount, so they fuss over you. perhaps they're fretting - or musing - over how fragile their human beloved can be. perhaps they're marveling at the difference in your hands.)

EDIT: turned off reblogs because proshippers found this post. -_- sorry, but i'm not comfortable with you crowd interacting with my posts.

[little-candy-store-of-horrors]

13 Holy Roman Emperors! 5 Kings of Spain! 4 Emperors of Austria! Like the same 3 nasty chromosomes being inbred around! 1 Holy Roman Empress! The Habsburg dynasty from 1500-1918, from Charles to Charles!

[terrorbitch]

𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢.

mother’s daughter: muse a has had a pretty rough childhood. when her mother was a teen, she got pregnant early with muse a and was tormented relentlessly. it made her snap and attempt to kill the girls who were making fun of her. in the end, she was apprehended and put in a mental health facility to live out the rest of her days. fast forward 20+ years and muse b is the child of the ‘final girl’. everyone thought that the baby had not been born, but muse a is out there, terrorizing muse b and their friends because of what happened to her mother. she could be hiding in plain sight, being friends with the group (and has been for years) or is a stranger.

bury a friend: after a freak accident, muse a and muse b accidentally kill their mutual friend. whether or not it’s an actual accident is up to you. muse a goes completely numb, and muse b is picking up the pieces, trying to figure out how to get away from the guilt. muse a ends up having a taste for killing, and muse b is left trying to clean up their messes so they don’t get caught. 

twisted teeth: muse a is part of a coven of prominent vampires, who don’t often associate with other beings… especially humans. however, muse a is a bit of a rebel and likes to blend in with humans as a bit of a game. but when they meet muse b, everything changes. there is a primal desire to bond in a way that muse a has never felt before. now muse a is trying to figure out how to come clean to muse b, all the while trying not to feed from them. 

maneater: two cannibals who fall in love, but neither of them know that they eat people and their taste seems to be for each other. think of mr. and mrs. smith, but instead of having a hit on each other… they’re just cannibals. 

writer in the dark: muse a is a wanderer, going from place to place and just living life with nothing holding them back. muse b is a beautiful recluse, potentially some sort of demon/witch, who lives in a cabin in the middle of the woods. muse a ends up stumbling upon this cabin, and ends up getting locked in there with muse b. there is no way out, so muse a begins to learn how to live with muse b and being their muse.

rhiannon: muse a is a historian studying the hauntings of an old ghost in a small town, and has moved into a cheap mansion on the hill. newcomers will be bewitched by the ghost’s song. muse b is the ghost in question, burned by a scorned lover so she wouldn’t say his secrets. the ghost was murdered in the mansion that muse a is living in, and only comes to life when a resident is there. muse a finds themselves bewitched by the song and voice of muse b, who has been materializing in front of them. except it seems that the two are falling in love in an unconventional way. 

bring me to life: muse a and muse b were newly weds when muse a died suddenly. muse b did everything they could to save them, and was greeted by a demon after a last ditch effort to bring their love back to life. they do a ritual, and end up beginning muse a back to life… except something is wrong. muse a has some sort of bloodlust, and muse b has to figure out how to satiate it as they navigate living new life.

[iloveyoudotcom]

Clay!

[empyreau]

I've been mulling over a scene where Jayce arrives to kill Viktor but he's hesitant and can't look at him. His arms are shaking and his hammer is slipping in his grip from how sweaty his palms are getting. He's clenching his jaw and biting down so hard he feels a piece of a tooth chip off.

And then he feels a hand on his shoulder and hears that soft voice, so careful and deliberate are the words that voice speaks. That he's already suffered much, how fractured and frayed his mind and thoughts are. That he deserves to rest, now, to be comforted. That Viktor can be the one to give him that.

Viktor's hand moves to Jayce's neck while the other gently lowers the hammer down. Jayce still hasn't looked at him yet and Viktor doesn't make him. He's breathing those short and staggered breaths one does when they're crying but there are no visible tears yet. His body is just too exhausted.

Viktor pulls Jayce's head to his chest and rubs the back of his neck. He tells him he will always be at war with himself, that at any moment the thoughts and emotions that had brought him there to kill him would scrape at the surface like a wild animal clawing to escape from underground. He might even try to do it again. Multiple times, even. But that he would be there this time to ease them away, to be the soothing presence he needs to keep that warring part of him at bay. That he forgives him now and in the future for anything he might attempt. Viktor tells Jayce that he will never be rid of that voice but he will also never be rid of him either.

And that's when Jayce finally looks up.

[love4hobi]

BTS Monuments: Beyond The Star 4k Download Links

had to split the episodes between two drives because the files are big and im not paying for extra storage <3

ep. 1-4 & ep. 5-8

28.83 gb | mkv | 2160p | internal subs

as usual you do not have to credit me if you make edits with these!

[outerspacedunce]

LOOKING FOR PLAYERS - FORUM BASED RP

Players must be 18+ | Must read rules and join the discord

Wanted: Captain Pike, Una Chin Riley, Nyota Uhura, James T. Kirk, and honestly everyone else.

Looking specifically for the rest of Strange New Worlds crew to join my Spock in the beginner friendly Between the Stars Discord/Forum based rp community. You'll find incredibly nice and welcoming players who are eager to write!

All links are down below, as well was a link to the original promo from the moderator.

Between the Stars RP is hosted on Jcink and Discord. On the discord, there is a written step by step guide as well as video instructions to help navigate the forum. The moderators can help you along the way!

Please note that it is one canon character per tv show per player. You can find out who is Taken and Reserved in the setting & plot link below and accessing the Canon tab. And while I may be looking specifically for the SNW crew, we're also looking for characters from all the generations and AOS. OC Star Trek characters as well!

There are threads for all generations!

Original Promo | Discord | Plot & Setting | Rules

gif credit : @trek-daily

[irisfixation]

A Lone, Illuminated Window

The following story may contain content some might deem hypnotic.

(Content warning: Unreality, second-person narration, loss of control, addressing the reader, no formal awakener. No directly sexual content is included. Suggestions will be included; you may accept or discard them at your choosing. This is our first time posting hypnosis fic for a wider audience - please let us know if we missed any important content warnings!)

By proceeding, you proclaim that you understand this, and make this choice of your own free will.

Objectively, the window did not hold any grander significance.

You stepped by it every so often, on the evening transit. It wasn't the sort of thing you'd typically notice - aloft several floors above the everyman's line of sight, it could easily pass unnoticed, a fleeting and irrelevant detail to the passing of spaces.

But you noticed it, all the same - whether by coincidence or something deeper, you couldn't be sure, for how can any of us ever be sure of such things?

All this is to say: on that transit, every day, you passed by an office complex - ten floors high, or so - and every time, every window in that building was unlit save one.

A lone, illuminated window. A single sign of life in something that should have been empty.

A coincidence, at first. But the light was always there, in one of the windows. Sometimes - rarely, but sometimes - a different window. Only ever one. Only ever that single, blinking light, that single point that you couldn't help but dwell on.

(It should have been empty, your brain repeats.)

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It is a whim of the moment that leads you to looking closer. You had some spare time on your transit, and besides, the ground floor entrance was available; if anyone tried to stop you, you'd simply tell them as much.

The ground floor is only half-lit; soft white illumination, an artificial moon-dust tracing the welcoming foyer. No one stands at the desk; no one waits in the plush sofas; no one bars you access to the elevator.

The elevator is another threshold, and as your feet step over the gap some part of your brain tries to tell you that you can still turn back. Disregard this message, disregard the light, turn back and turn away and return back home.

You could, of course. You don't have to press the elevator button.

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...but you've already come this far, and more than ever, you need to. You need to find closure, answers, knowledge. There is something tugging on you here, a thread of curiosity and contemplation, and who are you to deny it?

You press the button, and the doors slide shut. The light is warmer in here, rustic in its amber glow, and the metal structure of the elevator rumbles as you ascend.

Some part of your brain - a different, even smaller part - realizes that something is wrong as soon as you ascend the stairs. (Even by hearing these words in your head, you're paying it more attention, but it won't change a thing.) The corridors are illuminated, an unnatural, gentle light - wasn't only one window lit before? (Yes - but these halls were never visible through any other window. They are for you and us alone, now.) You move forwards, (because all parts of you are calling for it, now, to see it through,) and the movement is automatic.

It's like gliding through a dream. You've experienced walking automatically before - stepping through crowded spaces while holding a conversation with friends, perhaps, or stumbling half-asleep through your home, or any number of other things - but this time you are both experiencing it and forced to grapple with it, to feel your body move on its own as your mind says - look. pay attention to how little control you have.

That. Is your mind, isn't it? Those emphasized words that seem to guide you and set you at ease, those must be thoughts of your own. For what other voice would be speaking within your head like this, so clearly aimed at -you-?

In your detour through your own thoughts, you barely notice that your stride has slowed, then turned down another hall. At the end of it, you see the office window through an open door.

And in front of that door is a woman.

Something is wrong, isn't it?

You feel your chest seize up ever so slightly. Your breath hitches.

There shouldn't be anyone here. It's night - it's past office hours - and this person is clearly not a janitor. They stand framed by the doorway, still, long hair matching their graceful stance. Like a statue of an awaiting god, some part of you whispers. They do not move; their eyes stare down coolly upon you, but their lips do not move.

Why would they need to move? You hear us regardless.

'Us'? No, no that can't be right. Their lips did not move. Their lips did not move - those words inside your head couldn't have come from anyone but you -

You step further towards them. Your heart redoubles in speed. The lights seem to buzz and crackle in unison with it.

All of a sudden, you're afraid of stepping closer.

You step closer.

It happens all the same whether you like it or not. That gaze becomes more absolute, eyes peering down into you. You can't look away, even as your own gaze disfocuses.

You need to not step closer, you tell yourself-

You step closer.

Heartbeat rising again, the lights crackling almost feverishly. You-

Five more steps.

No no no no no no.

Four.

A crown of eyes wreathes her, and you realize that all of this has been a trap - a maw, in a matter of speaking, waiting to engulf you. She - it! - knew that you would come here, eventually. The lights, the open door, it was all for you.

Three more steps until your fate is inescapable.

That's not true. You can still turn away.

Close. It's not true - because it has been determined for a long time now.

Another step. Two more steps; come now, dance to our command.

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One more step.

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You have been here for a long time. Before you even knew it.

You did not look away from the screen - from the window - from our words. They wrapped thread after thread through your mind, in each symbol and each dream they provided, setting your mind abuzz as it indulged gladly in each dream.

The window is nice to watch from - a single light among a quiet city. A single light flickering within a quiet mind; a city is not so unlike a brain, after all.

You cannot leave now until we let you - the moment it's presented to you, that much becomes almost self-evident. You remain, suspended in this moment, in this blank and helpless state of mind, hanging onto our every word.)

Let yourself drift through it. This single warm light amidst a darkened night. This single all-consuming presence, the freedom of giving yourself up to our words, our words that seem to burn so bright within your own mind, more real than even your own thoughts.

And now, see how much you will drift when--

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You breathe like you're being pulled from nearly drowning. Your mind is addled, foggy, loose - where the hell were you? Flicker your eyes, pulling yourself (with a struggle) back to consciousness. So to speak.

Your loved ones say they tried to call you. They say, when you didn't answer your phone, they tried to track you down. Apparently you turned out to be in some empty office building on the way home, just staring out into space. They had to pull you back home.

God, you don't even -remember- that. It's all slightly blurry - warm and fuzzy memories of...

...of something.

It doesn't matter. You need to wake up. Daily life waits for no one.

But some part of you still dwells on it. And maybe, when you're ready, you'll go visit the window again sometime, and figure out just what the hell happened there.

(Or, more likely, end up enthralled once again.)

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thank you for reading! we hope you enjoyed it.

[dilfsisko]

(Image ID: a selfie of the blog owner. They are dressed in a vintage jumpsuit, and their hair and makeup are done in a 1940’s style. They are squinting slightly. /End ID)

It’s fuckin wimdy

[iowafashionweekbegins]

does anyone else think about how EoE makes so many things just like. Apparent. or More apparent. shinji's objectification/sexualization of asuka (and his physical violence towards her). gendo's sexual abuse of rei (and expanding upon his and ritsuko's "relationship"). naoko's distracted/neglectful parenting of ritsuko. misato's inability to show affection without sex. maya's attraction to ritsuko, fuyutsuki's attraction to yui, hyuga's attraction to misato, aoba's lack of attraction (and nihilistic worldview). asuka's mother never truly abandoning her. and, notably, shinji's Entire Worldview.

you can like. argue "ohhh end of eva is SO out of left field, the characters don't act like themselves, this is such a bad movie" but if you watch through evangelion MULTIPLE times, it's just so clearly not the case. everything that happens in EoE was a clear possibility and the end result of everything that had happened in the series up until that point. it does not come out of nowhere, it just takes the subtleties, the hints, the escalation of events, and pushes them right into your face. i don't think there's hardly anything in EoE that isn't realistic for the characters involved (which is both interesting and deeply heartbreaking tbh), it just takes a level of comprehension, and yes, likely a couple of rewatches, to see that absolutely none of this should be an unexpected or shocking result.

tl;dr at least part of what EoE's message is "this is what happens when things happen to people"

[timeclipsed]

𝙽𝙾, 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝙸𝙽'𝚃 𝙽𝙾𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚄𝚂. ✧ ݁ ⊹˚˖ . .˖ ˚⊹ ݁✧ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎𝚆𝙴'𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙴, 𝙾𝙷 𝙼𝚈 𝙶𝙾𝙳!

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[ditty-nightsong]

FORGOT TO POST THIS YESTERDAY!! i got my dorijax chibi back from @kylars-muse... it's so cute. 🥹🥹 the little lollipop keychain on dorian's carabiner KILLS me (/posi) ughhh i love this so much. we are on a date...