#affordable gaming desktop

[mesterdeals]

The Ultimate Guide to Gaming Desktops: Find the Best Deals, Budget Options, and Top Picks

When it comes to gaming, having the right setup can make all the difference. Whether you're a casual gamer or a hardcore enthusiast, a gaming desktop is the cornerstone of an immersive gaming experience. In this guide, we’ll explore everything you need to know about gaming computer desktops, including the best gaming desktop options, budget gaming desktop picks, and where to find the best gaming desktop deals.

Why Choose a Gaming Desktop?

A gaming PC desktop computer offers unparalleled performance, customization, and upgradeability compared to consoles or laptops. From high-end Alienware gaming desktops to custom gaming desktop builds, there’s something for every gamer. Whether you’re looking for the best budget gaming desktop or a premium machine, desktops provide the power and flexibility you need to dominate the latest games.

Top Picks for the Best Gaming Desktops

Alienware Gaming Desktop Known for their sleek design and cutting-edge technology, Alienware desktops are a favorite among gamers. Models like the Alienware Aurora offer top-tier performance, making them one of the best gaming desktops on the market.

Custom Gaming Desktop If you want complete control over your setup, a custom gaming desktop is the way to go. Brands like CyberPowerPC and iBuyPower allow you to tailor your system to your exact needs, ensuring optimal performance for your favorite games.

Best Budget Gaming Desktop Not everyone wants to break the bank for a gaming rig. Options like the Dell G5 Gaming Desktop or HP Pavilion Gaming Desktop offer solid performance at a fraction of the cost, making them ideal for budget gaming desktop seekers.

Best Buy Gaming Desktop Retailers like Best Buy often have exclusive deals on gaming desktops. Keep an eye out for seasonal sales to snag a gaming desktop deal on popular models.

Finding the Best Gaming Desktop Deals

Looking for gaming desktop deals? Here are some tips to save big:

Shop During Sales Events: Black Friday, Cyber Monday, and back-to-school sales are great times to find discounts on gaming desktops.

Check Online Retailers: Websites like Amazon, Newegg, and Best Buy frequently offer deals on gaming PC desktop computers.

Consider Refurbished Models: Refurbished gaming desktops can be a cost-effective way to get a high-quality machine at a lower price.

Budget Gaming Desktops: Affordable Power

For gamers on a budget, there are plenty of cheap gaming desktop options that don’t compromise on performance. Look for systems with:

AMD Ryzen or Intel Core i5 processors

8GB or 16GB of RAM

Dedicated GPUs like NVIDIA GTX 1650 or AMD Radeon RX 5500

These specs ensure smooth gameplay without breaking the bank.

Custom vs. Prebuilt Gaming Desktops

When choosing between a custom gaming desktop and a prebuilt system, consider your needs:

Custom Gaming Desktop: Perfect for gamers who want specific components and are comfortable with assembly.

Prebuilt Gaming Desktop: Ideal for those who want a ready-to-use system with warranty support.

Conclusion: Find Your Perfect Gaming Desktop

Whether you’re searching for the best gaming desktop, a budget gaming desktop, or the latest gaming desktop deals, there’s a perfect system out there for you. From high-performance Alienware gaming desktops to affordable cheap gaming desktop options, the right choice depends on your budget, preferences, and gaming goals.

[movearoundworld]

Gaming PC Computer Desktop: Powerful Performance at an Affordable Price

[doesnotloveyou]

The children in the notes don't pay their own phone bills (and aren't in college yet, I guess?). Babes, you don't have to pay a monthly fee to use your laptop ;)

This website is too mobile focused these days. Reblog and tell me what your desktop/laptop background is.

[pisscreant]

I prove my love for my friends by Suffering* for their comfort and enrichment

*I do not care about bald man's gate or whatever, yet here I am scrolling through its tags at 4am because my buddy wants more content of his fictional husband

[lazaruscorpse]

my desktop computer is bullying me so i got genshin for my tablet and while i would prefer using a controller it does actually work so

[aibidil]

I've decided I want to restructure my life to be as year 2000 as possible. Not fashion; everything else. So far I have the following, please reblog and add more ideas.

Buy CDs and DVDs (preferably from the grottiest little local shop you can find, run by a 60yo man who chain smokes and has an encyclopedic knowledge of all music/film), go to Blockbuster with friends on Friday night, for the rest, Napster illegally download

Start carrying the good camera again, not relying on the phone for photos

No subscriptions for delivery of basic items (Deodorant? Toilet paper? Electrolytes?). No, you cannot have a recurring transaction on my credit card, fuck off

Don't use AIM social media when out of the house (texting is ok, reading is ok)

Doctoring photos is ok but only if you use your illegally downloaded copy of Photoshop (and your self taught Photoshop skills) to do it

Web 1.0 supremacy; fuck apps. Bring back kitschy animated word art on websites

Insist that politicians like George W. Bush are the worst and do not allow relativism to make you forget or temper that basic truth

Amazon.com is a pretty cool website you might've heard of? For finding books you can't get locally, like books by indie authors who only publish there. It isn't anything else.

Browsing local bookstores and going to bookstore release parties whenever possible

The average amount spent on cable TV in the US in 2000 is $60/mo, and if you can afford it, that's what's reasonable to spend on cable/streaming, no more (video rental/DVD purchase not included)

Going to the movies (sneak in the snacks to save $)

Desktop setup: the ultimate computer setup involves a huge fucking monitor (ok if it's huge in width now, rather than depth as it was then), a computer that doesn't move around the house with you, a full size clicky keyboard with separate number pad, and components that never need charging. Ideally this is in a shittily renovated basement or even in the middle of the house/kitchen

Magazine subscriptions are sweet. Might I suggest Wired or Teen Vogue?

Queer rights: legal/marriage equality is important, yeah, but more important is challenging heteronormativity. Fuck it all up. Have you read Michael Warner's The Trouble With Normal?

Taxis and public transit and asking friends for a ride to the airport. Fuck the gig economy

Big pants

No ChatGPT. If you need help writing something, ask a friend

Reality TV can be fun, but only if you're watching with a group and being really unhinged about it together

The News is something that happens max twice a day (newspaper in the morning, up to an hour of evening news, preferably PBS NewsHour, which is free on YouTube)

There's no such thing as a weight loss drug

Going to a friend's house to play video games together

Things I'm keeping from 2025:

GPS

Tasty non-dairy options

Medical breakthroughs

Wearing a mask when sick or when illness is prevalent

High-rise trousers

Neurodiversity as a concept, and improvement in our understanding of disability

The limited strides we've made wrt fatphobia, transphobia, ableism, racism, homophobia, etc

Indoor smoking bans

[notapradagurl7]

Keep A Distance.

Pairings: Black Fem! Cop!Reader x Armando Aretas.

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe.

Summary: You were a cop working on the runaway Armando Aretas case, alongside Mike and Marcus but decided to go solo by working undercover.

Taglist: @lovedlover @planetblaque @megamindsecretlair @westside-rot @keyera-jackson @browngirldominion @swavydadon @playgurlxoxo @nerdieforpedro

Warnings: PWP, doesn't follow the film’s timeline, profanity, mention of guns, mention of violence, erotic asphyxiation/choking, Armando being persistent to the reader, dacryphila, consensual for both parties, short fic.

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The light from the computer illuminated on your brown skin with your hand resting on the mouse, clicking on the file on the desktop with the picture of vibrant roses. Opening the file, your eyes scan the information and criminal records.

All that work just to lose him out of your sight again.

“Armando Aretas is still on the loose after taking control of the Aretas cartel when his mother was tragically burned in a fire.” the reporter spoke up.

You sighed and shook your head in disapproval, you pushed the power button on the remote, turning off the television, there was no way to catch this guy after playing this game of cat and mouse. Your finger pressed the power button and watched the computer fade to black.

You were working for the Miami Police Department as a cop, moving your way to a respected and it was every man and woman looking out for themselves.

It was a shame that you had to endure the shit from men and women in the police department.

Standing up from the desk, you walked out of your office. You approached the main office with determination.

Marcus and Mike stood by each other, you gave them fist bumps while "What's the latest, detective?" Mike asked, leaning against the desk with a smirk.

"Same old, same old. Aretas is still slipping through our fingers," you replied, crossing your arms. "I think it’s time I take matters into my own hands."

Marcus raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that? You know this guys plays fucking dirty."

“Yeah, well, dirty is my middle name,” you shot back, the fire in your belly igniting.

“Just keep your head on straight, alright?” Marcus warned, his tone serious. “We can’t afford to lose you too.”

You shrugged off their concern. “I appreciate it, but I’m not going in blind. I have a plan.”

“Which involves what? Seducing him?” Mike chuckled, but you noticed a flicker of concern in his eyes.

“Something like that,” you replied, your smile a little too sly. “I’ll get close enough to gather intel; I won’t get too comfortable.”

“Uh-huh,” Marcus said, not buying it. “And what makes you think he won’t be the one to get too comfortable?”

Mike knew that you could take care of yourself but Armando was his son, he had Mike’s genes running through him. Once Mike called Armando the fucked up version of himself.

“Because I know how to keep a distance,” you replied, your voice steady.

“Just remember, he’s not some petty thief. He’s dangerous, Armando is Mike’s son” Marcus reiterated.

“I can handle myself,” you asserted, turning on your heel. “I’ve got this.”

As you stepped out of the precinct, the Miami heat hit you like a wall. You pulled your box braids into a tight bun, adjusting your badge before heading to your car. You knew you had to find Armando's weaknesses, and if it meant playing the role of an alluring enigma, then so be it.

Later that night, you found yourself at a dimly-lit bar, the kind where the shadows danced as much as the patrons. You leaned against the bar, scanning the room. The air was thick with tension as a mix of laughter and whispered conversations filled the space.

“Can I get you something?” the bartender asked, snapping you from your thoughts.

“Whiskey, neat,” you replied, your gaze still fixed on the entrance.

Moments later, the door swung open, and in walked Armando Aretas. He was a silhouette of charm and danger, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. Your heart raced as he scanned the crowd, his eyes landing on you.

“Is this seat taken?” he asked, sliding onto the barstool next to you, his voice smooth like velvet.

“Depends on who’s asking,” you replied, your tone playful yet guarded.

“Armando,” he said, extending his hand, his eyes never leaving yours.

“[Your Name],” you introduced yourself, shaking his hand firmly. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Only good things, I hope,” he smirked, leaning in closer, the intoxicating scent of his cologne wrapping around you.

“Depends on your definition of good,” you shot back, your pulse quickening.

He chuckled softly, clearly intrigued. “You’re not like the others…I like that.”

“Keep your distance, Aretas,” you warned, your voice low and steady, but the chemistry between you was undeniable.

“Why would I do that when I’m enjoying this conversation?” he replied, his gaze piercing through you.

“Because this isn’t a game you want to play,” you said, your heart racing at the thrill of the chase.

“Oh, I think it is. And I always win,” he whispered, his voice dripping with confidence.

“So I heard that you're looking for me, Detective [Last Name]” he smirked, eyeing you up and down. His eyes remained on your ass.

You swatted his hand out of the way, and narrowed your gaze. “My eyes are up here, you're gonna come in with me. I'll arrest you and this case will be over..”

Armando smirked at you, snatching your gun that was attached to your belt. Your fist connects with his cheek as blood spills from his chin, he spits it out on the floor.

“I guess it's not over yet..” He smirked, stepping closer to you.

You were supposed to leave, you wanted to cuff him and take him into your car. But you couldn't, the heat between your thighs made you stifle a moan.

“Was all this chasing after you, a trick to get me all to yourself Armando?” you asked seductively, smirking.

Armando's eyes darkened with desire as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Maybe it was, detective. Maybe I wanted to see just how far you'd go to catch me." His hand trailed down your arm, sending shivers down your spine.

You fought against the growing heat in your body, reminding yourself of the mission at hand. But the magnetic pull between you and Armando was undeniable. The danger only added to the thrill, fueling the fire that burned between you.

As his lips brushed against your neck, your resolve wavered. "We can't do this," you whispered, though your voice lacked conviction.

Armando chuckled darkly, his hand on your waist. Pulling your face closer to his, when he wanted something or someone, a desideratum for him.

He only did this just to get closer to you, he planned everything just to see your pretty face again. The

But this mission left you fuddled and to save face, you kept your cool instead of admitting it. Did he want you?

"Who says we can't mix business with pleasure, detective?" His words sent a jolt of electricity through you, igniting a hunger you couldn't deny.

In a haze of desire and adrenaline, you found yourself giving in to the temptation. Crashing his lips into yours, tongues turned in sync. You moaned in the kiss, and he led you to the car.

Next thing you know, you were under him on his bed and kissing him sloppily. Both of your clothes were littered across the bedroom floor, the soft smack of your lips colliding with his filled the room.

His naked body against yours from the front with glossy sweat, his hips thrusting into you without mercy, as if it was a vindictive yet almost loving type of fuck. His tongue glided across your neck, wanting to leave hickeys on you.

The moonlight peeked through the curtains, and shone on your brown skin. Your brown braids pool around your pretty face, your mouth agape only to let out loud drunk moans and slurred screams.

There you were, fucking your enemy in the dark. Thankful that he couldn't see your face twist up in pleasure, “I bet you look so pretty taking every inch of my dick mami..like a good slut,” he praised, cutting himself off with a raspy moan.

Your hand rested on the back of his neck, bringing him for another sloppy kiss. Leaving a chain of spit between your lips and his, “That dick is so good…” you mumbled, your head fell to the pillow.

Your slick pussy gripped around his dick tight, feeling his inch after inch.

“Oh..fuck! Armando!” You cried out, your vision blurred with tears rolling down your watery cheeks. Teeth trapped under your lips only to be sucked off by Armando, moaning muffled with each kiss. Your tears turned him on quickly.

His head ducked and halted between your titties, wrapping his warm mouth around your nipple. Thighs smacking against your ass, the sound similar to clapping, wetness enveloped his thick dick entirely, Suckling it roughly while pinching your left nipple, “Fuckk! M-more,” you croaked.

Balling your hand in the blanket you turned into a wet, blubbering mess underneath the male. “I’m yours now? So fucking wet..” he grunted deeply, you whimperrd in response. His hand wrapped around your neck, bringing you in for a quick kiss to your lips.

“You’re mine papi, all mine..” you moaned loudly, drooling trickling at the corner of your lip. Unable to speak from the pleasure.

This was better than you imagined, your guts being rearranged by the man you loathed so much but he was here with you. His hand smacked across your ass, you whined lowly. “Fuck!”

“Being inside you is a dream true, suck a good girl..” he groaned, rutting against you without mercy.

Your climax hit you rapidly like a tsunami crashing through without warming, your sticky essence gushed down on his dick and you screamed loudly, falling on the blanket.

He followed suit by pulling out of you, falling beside your body and kissing your shoulder. You panted heavily through it.

“T-this can't happen again..” you murmured raspily, shaking your head. trying to confess to yourself that this was a one-time thing.

Armando hummed lightly with a soft chuckle, “Are you sure about that? You did say that I'm yours..” he panted lowly.

You almost dozed off until he gently picked you up bridal style, carrying you into the bathroom as he flipped the light switch. He turned the faucet, you heard the squeak.

Filling the tub with foam soap, at the right temperature, You were placed in the tub, allowing the water to soothe the ache in your body and pussy, sighing blissfully. You watched him walk into the shower and proceed to wash himself clean.

You washed yourself clean from the weight of the day, you fell asleep in his bed with him. Beside his body, dressed in your clean panties and gray tee shirt.

As the sun began to rise, casting golden hues through the window, you made a silent vow to yourself. You left quickly with everything you had, keeping this a secret.

You had to keep a distance, but the memory of that night with Armando would linger, a dangerous secret that bound you together in ways you never thought possible.

The next day, you returned home and sat in your desk chair in front of your computer. Quiet as a church mouse, which made everyone worry about. It wasn't normal for you to be quiet from their perspective.

Marcus and Mike knocked on your door, the sound tore your attention from the computer. You jumped from the sound, placing a hand on your chest.

“Come in!” you called out, seeing the pair through the office window.

They stepped inside, concern etched on their faces. Mike leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, while Marcus took a seat in the chair opposite you.

“Hey, you alright?” Mike asked, his tone softer than usual. “You’ve been unusually quiet since yesterday.”

You flashed a tight smile, the memory of last night flooding your mind. “Yeah, just a lot on my mind.”

Marcus raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing you. “A lot, huh? Or should we be concerned about that ‘solo mission’ you took on?”

You shrugged, keeping your expression neutral. “It was just a quick check-in. Nothing major.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. “You guys know I can handle myself. I’m not a rookie.”

“True, but it’s not just about handling yourself,” Marcus interjected, his voice serious. “It’s about the risks involved. Armando Aretas is dangerous.”

You leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms defensively. “He got away.”

“He did?” Mike asked you, raising a brow.

“Yeah, he was too fast and strong.” you added softly, looking up at the ceiling.

“Well, guess this case is closed huh?” Marcus asked, pursing his lips.

You nodded your head slowly, “Yes, and let’s just get to normal. What’s the melody to Bad Boys song? Bad boys, Bad Bo—” you sang playfully until Mike and Marcus interjected.

“Hey, hey, hey get your own theme song and learn the lyrics!” Macurs joked, his face twisted up a bit with a chuckle.

“Yeah, that's our theme song, but you did amazing on this case..” Mike added with a chuckle, smiling at you.

“My bad, thanks for believing in me guys..” you replied with a warm tone.

You gave the men fist bumps, watching them walk out of your office. Feeling a wave of relief wash over you, so much for keeping a secret. But it was over and you couldn't see him.

You could afford to blur the lines between business and pleasure, mixing them together was bad enough. You were done, now back to business only.

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Part Two.

[linuxreinstall]

KDE 6.1 Review!

When immersing oneself in the sonic landscape of KDE 6.1, one is instantly enveloped by a symphony of precision and elegance. This latest release from the venerable KDE community is nothing short of an opus, each element finely tuned to harmonize in a resplendent orchestration of functionality and aesthetic.

Visual Fidelity:

From the very first glance, KDE 6.1 presents an interface that is both visually stunning and meticulously crafted. The new Plasma desktop environment resonates with the clarity of a high-end DAC, delivering crisp, vibrant visuals that seem almost tangible. The attention to detail in the design is akin to the craftsmanship of a bespoke amplifier, where every pixel is placed with purpose, resulting in an interface that is both beautiful and intuitive.

Performance Dynamics:

KDE 6.1's gaming performance is akin to the dynamic range of a top-tier audiophile system. It handles intensive tasks with the effortless grace of a well-balanced turntable, spinning with unwavering precision. The responsiveness of the system is immediate, akin to the attack and decay of a perfectly tuned electrostatic headphone, providing an experience that is both powerful and nuanced.

Feature Set:

The suite of features in KDE 6.1 is reminiscent of an all-encompassing, high-fidelity audio setup, with HDR and Adaptive Sync that cater to the needs of both casual users and power users alike. The integration of new technologies and enhancements feels as seamless as the signal path in a purist audio chain, ensuring that each component works in perfect synergy to enhance the overall experience.

Customization and Control:

Much like a tube amplifier with endless possibilities for tube rolling, KDE 6.1 offers an unparalleled level of customization. Users can tweak and tailor every aspect of their environment, creating a bespoke desktop experience that mirrors the audiophile's pursuit of the perfect sound. The control KDE 6.1 affords is both deep and intuitive, allowing for fine-tuning that would satisfy even the most discerning connoisseur.

Stability and Reliability:

In terms of stability, KDE 6.1 stands as a rock-solid experimental preamp, delivering a consistent and reliable performance that might crash once in a while. The robustness of the system is evident in its ability to handle a multitude of applications and processes without faltering, akin to the unwavering steadiness of a high-end, belt-driven turntable.

Conclusion:

In conclusion, KDE 6.1 is a masterpiece that embodies the same passion, dedication, and meticulous attention to detail found in the finest audiophile equipment. It offers a rich, immersive experience that is as satisfying to the user as a meticulously curated audio setup is to the listener. For those who seek a desktop environment that delivers both form and function with unparalleled finesse, KDE 6.1 is the definitive choice—a true testament to the art of computing.

Reinstall tonight to experience this unparalleled blend of beauty and performance firsthand.

[efangamez]

Only 10 days left to snag this AWESOME TTRPG bundle!! 💛💛

Hey y'all! All of the help you've given me thus far has been truly amazing, and I really wanted to thank you for that 💛 I have used the money this far as a safety net for emergencies and to just enjoy life, whether that means going to the movies once a month or buying an Arizona each day with my walk as I build my strength back up.

We are, however, falling a bit short of our goal. I really want to be able to afford therapy more than anything right now, and visits cost about 100 per visit out of pocket with my insurance. So, if I'm looking to get expensive therapy and psychiatric appointments and official diagnosis, it will cost upward of 2,000+ dollars.

Also, I would really like to have some money to pay off my taxes I owe from 2022. I owe, still, about 3,500+ taxes, which I pay off each month. I pay the absolute minimum so I don't have to dig too deep in monthly costs. If I could pay off a chunk of it in one fell swoop, I could save nearly $500 a year and could nip interest accrued from my taxes in the bud.

Finally, and not as important, I need a new desktop computer. My current one is slowly dying, and the fans are giving out. My power supply is also a bit wonky, and my graphics card is and CPU is outdated, meaning I can't stream games well, nor can I play some games that give me solace. It's not imperative right now, but to have this as an option would be wonderful.

So please, if you would, could you purchase a game bundle? It's countless hours of entertainment with your friends for only $25, almost a FOURTH the cost of a AAA video game with HUNDREDS of hours of content. Not only are you snagging games, but you're also helping out a person in need. It's a win win!!!

Snag the games below, and if you can't purchase anything right now, please kindly reblog!

[thespiritssaidso]

All In?

Summary: Gus and Juliet have a bet going on between the two of them. When are Shawn and Lassiter going to admit that they’re dating?

Notes: I saw the word ‘Bet’ on the prompt for today and just blacked out, and suddenly this was written in my head. So obviously I had to make it for today’s oneshot.

Also, i’m trying out third person omniscient this time instead of limited. Hope it turned out alright <3

Flufftober day 10: Bet, Game, Contest

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Juliet looked up from her computer at the sound of commotion. She stood up halfway from her chair, ready to take action, until she saw what it was. Lassiter was speed walking past her desk, holding Shawn by the collar like an unruly kitten, dragging him to the conference room. The moment they were both inside, she watched as the detective hurriedly closed every single blind. 

With a slight huff, she sat back down, the wheels of her chair rolling backwards from the force. She scooted back towards her desk and returned to going over the various reports scattered around the desktop. 

She vaguely heard someone walking up behind her from the exact same direction Shawn and Lassiter had come from. Not bothering to turn around to see who it was, she said, “Hi Gus!”

“Hey Jules. How’s the case going?”

“Well, we caught the guy and he confessed on the spot. I’m just going over the different reports to make sure they all match up with the other statements. Oh, and if you’re looking for Shawn-”

“Nope. I know exactly where he went. Him and Lassie.”

“Then you should also know that they’re not coming out for a while?”  

Gus just nodded, looking resigned. “How long were they last time?” 

Juliet sat a moment, thinking it over. “Eight minutes?” 

“Nah, it felt longer than that. Maybe ten, at the least.” 

A beat of silence passed before Gus broke it again. “I can’t believe him. This is the fifth time this week, and it’s only Thursday!” 

“I dunno, I think it’s kind of sweet.”

“I’m not saying it isn’t. I’m just saying it’s a little excessive.”

“I don’t mind, just as long as they confess sometime in the next couple of days.” 

Gus laughed. “Good luck with that. I know my boy Shawn, he’s going to drag this out for at least another month before he finally admits he and Lassie are dating.” 

A few weeks ago, Juliet and Gus had set up a bet with each other, trying to guess how long it would be until Shawn and Lassiter metaphorically came out of the closet. Along with another bet for how long their next makeout session would last before literally coming out of the closet – or in this case, the conference room. 

They had originally started the bet with a mere five bucks, but as the time went on and the two became more and more cocky the amount became higher and higher until they were both looking at a fifty dollar cash prize for whoever was right. 

Gus had his fingers crossed extra tight that the odds would come out in his favor. He couldn’t afford to lose any money at the moment. It was partially why he and Shawn had come over to the station in the first place, to see if there were any cases they could take on. Of course, Gus knew there was a reason behind why his best friend was actually so eager to pay the Chief a visit. 

Juliet hummed. “I dunno, I’m pretty confident Carlton will get through to him.”

A separate voice, one that wasn’t Gus or Juliet, joined in the conversation. “I think I’m with Mr. Guster on this one.” Chief Vick bluntly stated. 

Neither of them seemed too startled at her appearance, Juliet simply carrying on the conversation without hesitating. “What makes you say that?” 

“Because I know that Detective Lassiter would rather shoot himself in the foot than admit anything about his personal life to the station.”

“Did he tell you that?” 

“Yes, in fact. He did.” 

Silence fell once more, save for the hustle and bustle that came with being in a police station. 

Once again, that silence did not last for very long.

“Well, I’m getting tired of this. I let them use my conference room for their little sessions for the last time. This ends now.” And before either of them could stop her, the Chief was marching from Juliet’s desk and to the room Lassiter and Shawn were hiding out in. As she walked over, she dug through her pockets and fished out the key to the door of the conference room. 

“Like babysitting angsty teenagers…” Chief Vick muttered under her breath as she quickly stuck the key in the lock and opened it up to reveal Shawn and Lassiter sitting on the conference table. 

Well, Lassiter was sitting on it, while Shawn was sitting on him. They sprung apart like they were on fire, both attempting to straighten up their messed up clothes and act like they weren’t just sucking each other’s face off. 

Chief Vick didn’t waste a minute, despite being slightly embarrassed at the scene in front of her. “Mr. Spencer, Detective Lassiter, I don’t mind you two being together. In fact, I encourage it. You’re good for each other. But if I catch you using any of the rooms in this department for anything other than its intended purpose it will be a write-up. Do I make myself clear, gentlemen?” 

Both of them, still shocked, nodded numbly and mumbled sounds of agreement. 

“Good. Detective, I expect your report to be ready within the hour.” She turned and almost ran into Gus and Juliet, who’d followed her over to the conference room. “Excuse me.”  And with that, Chief Vick had left, most likely back to her own office. 

The four stood there awkwardly, no one making a move. 

Eventually, Shawn managed to say, “Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag?” 

Gus shrugged. “No, we knew the whole time. We were waiting for you to come out and say it yourselves.”

Amidst the sounds of indignation coming from the couple, Juliet turned to Gus. “Which reminds me. Gus, I’m pretty sure you owe me fifty dollars.” 

“Wait, you put a bet on us? What are we, racehorses?” Lassiter asked incredulously. 

“No, but if you were, it would be the worst race ever. Seriously, you guys had to have Chief forcibly out your gay asses because you wouldn’t stop using the conference room.” Then Gus turned to Juliet. “And I don’t owe you anything. Because technically, they weren’t the ones to come out.” 

“Well I guess that means we both lost, then.” 

“Fine by me.” 

Shawn took what was likely the end of their mini argument to cut in. “Ignoring the fact that you both knew and instead of telling either of us you decided to bet on us,” he faced Lassiter, a grin very apparent, “I think someone owes me some moolah.”

The confused expression on Lassiter’s face matched Juliet’s and Gus’, until it became one of realization, and then defeat. Everyone watched as he pulled out the wallet in his back pocket and counted out what looked like at least eighty dollars. “Here.” 

Shawn took it and kissed the small wad of bills dramatically. “Oh sweet, cold hard cash. I will not be using you responsibly.” 

“Wait, what did you guys bet on?” Gus asked. 

“Oh yeah! Me and Carly had a little bet on who would walk in on us whenever we were making out. Not just now, whenever we did it. He thought that Buzz would, and I bet on the Chief.” Shawn grinned as he pocketed the money. “You should know not to make bets with a psychic, Carlytown.” 

“You know I still don’t believe that.” 

“Ah, I’ll get to you. One day.” Shawn started fiddling with Lassiter’s shirt, and bit the corner of his lip. “Now, where were we?” 

“Mmm, I think we were somewhere… here…” Lassiter tilted Shawn’s head up with a finger and placed a tender kiss on his lips. 

“Oookay! I think that’s all we need to see.” Juliet grabbed Gus and shut the door on the lovey dovey couple.

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Notes: Okay, not as fluffy as the others, but there’s a little at the end. Anyways, I'm super excited for tomorrow's prompt, Ingredients and Spells! I couldn’t stop thinking about it since i first saw it at the beginning of october

ao3 link

[toadifylackoffantasy]

I could use a laptop i can actually bring to school cus my current 5,5 yo girl does not charge 80% of the time (perma plugged in like a desktop) and now i am wondering if i should just get a lightweight laptop/tablet for school notes and keep my current gaming laptop until she falls apart (soon, i suspect), get a €1300 gaming laptop ( shit is expensive here) i can also bring to school which frankly i feel a bit squeeish about bringing a expensive gaming laptop on public transport, or get a small tablet/laptop plus proper pc tower gaming rig while i am spending money anyway. ( I can afford it as a necessary savings account expense)

[sootmemes]

SENTENCE STARTERS: LYRICS THAT HIT ME IN THE FEELS [PT. 1] change words as needed ! ctrl + shift + v to paste into the inbox on desktop.

❝ if you choose not to decide you still have made a choice. ❞

❝ we can’t afford to be innocent. ❞

❝ just ‘cause it’s part of a plan doesn’t make it right. ❞

❝ even at the best times I’m out of my mind. ❞

❝ I’m that kind of trouble you know you want to get into. ❞

❝ and when they tell you to give them a smile why don’t you show them how sharp your teeth are ? ❞

❝ my addictive personality finally got the best of me. ❞

❝ I’m just talking but they tell me I’ve been screaming. ❞

❝ this here isn’t singing, it’s just screaming in tune. ❞

❝ I can taste you in my rage. ❞

❝ when you think your wounds are greater a victim can be perpetrator. ❞

❝ I hate this, but push came to shove. ❞

❝ forgive us these smiles on our faces ❞

❝ just picked out an early grave to bury shit; not me, just the weight I’ve been carrying. ❞

❝ maybe in another life we could have done this right, but I guess we’ll never know for sure. ❞

❝ think of all the horrors that I promised you I’d bring. ❞

❝ the only thing I know is it’s easy to miss when you never aim. ❞

❝ i want to know what it’s like to feel wanted for more than something that’s less than dishonest. ❞

❝ there’s a bright side to every wrong thing if you’re looking at me through the right eyes. ❞

❝ even a well lit place can hide salvation. ❞

❝ funny how a fall could feel just like flying when I'm waiting for it to hit me ❞

❝ if we've got no honor then we've got no shame ❞

❝ somehow you slayed your hope, but didn't let yourself know it had died ❞

❝ what would you do if I took this dagger in me and removed it ? ❞

❝ take it out on someone who won't hit you back ❞

❝ say goodbye to your mr. nice guy; you got your wish, he's rotting in hell ❞

❝ maybe I'm a good guy standing on the wrong side; maybe I'm a sweetheart trying to make my own scars ❞

❝ I do this all the time, blending in between the lines of my fiction ❞

❝ I'm feeling pretty empty, this attitude is expensive ❞

❝ paradise waits only for the lonely, the escapist, and the brave ❞

❝ drag me to death, like a lit cigarette ❞

❝ so if I'm honest, I think I'm beginning to question how much I want this ❞

❝ if you know the hunter is coming then you hide or keep on running, because they have slain the gods before. ❞

❝ by the time you figure out the rules I broke I've already won the game ❞

❝ have I done wrong ? am I guilty ? ❞

❝ now would you pray before you twist the knife ? ❞

❝ I'd like to pause, no matter what I pretend, like a pilgrim who learns to transcend; learns to live as if each step was the end. ❞

❝ I was given a name before I was given blood, like you were given your faith before there was made a god. ❞

❝ you say 'please don't ever change' but you don't like me the way I am ❞

❝ the more we think we know about, the greater the unknown ❞

repost of an old meme I created. also here is a playlist based on these prompts ♡

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

i've got an obey me ask

imagine an mc that's just been plucked for the program being from the complete opposite end of the financial spectrum of our beloved cast of pixelated men.

an mc that grew up/was living paycheck to paycheck, barely able to make ends need and feed themselves. it'd be literally night to day with them. they'd gasp over price tags and shopping totals reading thousands of grimm, still stuck in the mindset of "that'll break the bank." a spreadsheet on their computer of their money spending and gaining (i can't remember the proper terms for that stuff, it's been a hot minute since i learned it all in middle school), a long list of things they think they could never stored somewhere.

sure, it'd be on their student file that that's what their life was back in the human world, but whether anyone knows or not besides them is up to you (id imagine lucifer would probably gloss over it completely in the rush of getting paperwork done so he can get to bed before 5am lol grumpy old man needs sleep). poor thing might break down if anyone knew..

sorry if this seems odd, i just feel that as someone who's right there in the pay-to-pay situation, i'd be in complete shock of being able to actually (and easily) afford things without having to debate whether i really needed it or earned it.

if anything in the text is broke, i blame tumblr desktop version. my phone isn't working the best so i had to move here from mobile ;-;

"You spent how much on....?" Is a question the mc repeats to every brother but with different things. Demonus, designer clothes, figurines, skincare products, food, books, ancient objects, new blankets and pillows etc. But no one really thinks too much of it, despite mc's shock every time.

It's not until Mammon complains one time about how broke he is, and mc turns to him, looking him dead in the face saying. "You could easily survive the week with that much." Then they proceed to write him up a budget with the minimal amount of Grimm in his account.

"...mc how did you do that?"

"Oh I'm a pro, I once lived off of five dollars and spite for a full week." Mammon, is casually bringing this up with Lucifer next time he sees him.

"You didn't mention mc was flat broke before comin' here."

"...that's because I wasn't aware." Lucifer is pulling up mc's student file, and there it is in big bold writing. Lucifer and Mammon both have a lightbulb moment, thinking about different occasions where the topic of money came up and mc was acting strange. "If I were you, I'd minimize mentions of your spending habits around mc."

"...yeah." Mammon feels so guilty. That not only does he stick to mc's budget, he always mentions to them when he's managed to save money rather than spend it. But he'll still be a devil on their shoulder encouraging them to splurge a little on themselves because they deserve it.

Lucifer, Satan and Asmodeus would be using this knowledge to let mc know they are providers. (Mammon would too. He would but his budget skills are bad so he's a sometimes provider!) They will always make sure mc is financially good, so feel free to spend (within reason - Lucifer would argue). (You deserve to be spoilt - Asmodeus, Satan)

Beelzebub and Leviathan, would just buy things for mc instead when the opportunity arises. Beel will always pay when inviting mc out for food, it's his treat. mc was talking about wanting to get a game? well they don't need to get because Levi had it express delivered to the front door. (Mammon would also do this when he has money lmao)

"If you want it just buy it." Belphegor is firmly in the middle ground, because he'll tiredly tell mc those words, when they've been debating aloud to get the thing in question. If they mention it's too expensive and talk themselves out of buying it. He just gets it for them.

[doozclops]

I figured I'd make this post on this blog instead of on @chickadooz since this need is personal first and professional second.

I've been in desperate need of a new PC for well over a year now, since my current laptop is literally, actually falling apart. Held together with tape. Some keys have just stopped working. No matter how much I clean/maintain it, it still gets so hot that I have to fan it with a piece of cardboard and have an ice pack between my legs while playing games, etc. I've also been forced to edit my photography on my phone because my laptop can't handle it.

So I've decided to bite the bullet and invest in a desktop PC, but naturally those cost more money. I was banking on winning a contest for one recently but I guess I didn't win. I've weighed the pros and cons for a while now and this is the best choice.

I'm at about $600/$1500 USD (~40%), though things can fluctuate based on sales and price drops. I'd really like to reach my goal by the end of the year, though the sooner the better so I can take better advantage of stuff like Cyber Monday deals. I've been selling off a lot of my stuff to pay for this, but I can't scrounge together all of it.

Finally getting rid of my junk laptop and having an actual PC to both work and play on would do wonders for my mental health. This has been stressing me out for so long and I can't take much more of it.

If you're interested in helping me afford it some day, you can leave a tip or buy some digital photos on my Ko-fi or maybe buy a photo print in my INPRNT shop. If you can't afford to do either, I'd really appreciate it if you reblogged this to reach more people. 🧡

I don't want to wave a flag saying I'm disabled to try to guilt people into helping me with this, but it's the reason why I can't just get the money by working. This is all I can do.

[the-void-writes]

Freaks of Preston - Late Night Comfort

Summary: After the stress of their lives finally piles up, Jason starts getting frequent panic attacks. Luckily, his godson is always there to pull him out of it with love and warm food.

WC: 1.2K

TW: descriptions of a panic attack

Jason always tried to be strong. His patients depended on him for training and wisdom and overall care. He couldn’t afford to show weakness around them, especially whenever Vesely decided to rear his ugly head into their training for some asinine test. If he wasn’t at the top of his game, Jason was certain he would lose someone that he held dear.

He buried his fears as best as he could. His stare was cold but calm, his movements were slow and calculated, and his voice never betrayed his fear to his employees. No one would ever notice his true feelings towards Vesely and his company.

There were days, though, when Jason could no longer hide. He would wear through his mask and succumb to the thoughts that had threatened to seize his mind all week. Memories of the accident still haunted him— the events may have been staged, but the loss of his leg was more than real. Years later, he could feel the phantom shocks of pain in his limb, as though the wound were fresh.

But the sting of missing flesh was nothing in comparison to the numb grief that had swallowed him whole. Losing the closest thing he had to a son nearly paralyzed him. Even after getting him back, there was the countless testing, the secret experiments, all the mutations and procedures that chewed up his poor boy and spat him back out. Those memories burned themselves into the darkness behind Jason’s eyes.

Fear, fury, and crippling guilt reduced him to a silent, shivering wreck of a man. He couldn’t speak, or move, or breathe, or do anything other than think— think of the children that depended on him, of the madman that threatened their safety, of the town that was just as vile to people like himself, and of the deteriorating condition of his son.

Then, like the flip of a switch, the voices were silenced. Someone entered Jason’s office— someone who Jason could never hide from, even if he wanted to. They knew each other far too well.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The office lights had been dimmed— that was the first sign that Jason was having an episode. The second sign was his hands gripping the armrests of his chair, pushing him back into the seat. The third was the distant, glossy look in his eyes, an expression that broke Will’s heart.

“Jason?”

He didn’t expect to get a response, but he always liked to call for him, just in case. When Jason hadn’t moved for a few seconds, Will carefully approached his desk.

“It’s getting late,” he said softly. “Are you ready to come home?”

Will glanced at the monitor on the desk— a plain blue desktop bathed Jason’s face in light. If he had been working on anything before his episode, it was most certainly finished.

“I tried to make dinner. It’s probably bad, but I figured I’d save you the cooking time.”

He held out his hand and waited patiently. Whenever possible, he tried to avoid simply grabbing Jason and bringing him back to the apartment. In these states, he was prone to panicking— he nearly threw Rio into the floor the last time he tried to help him up. Will would wait for as long as he needed to ensure that Jason heard him, and that he was ready to leave.

Eventually, Jason clasped his shaking hand in Will’s. The boy helped his godfather stand and walk out of the office. A quiet elevator ride led them to their humble little apartment, which felt empty without Henry. The soldiers had special training to complete over the week. Just an excuse for busy work, Will knew, a desperate plan from a petty old man who refused to accept that Jason didn’t love him. That spot in his heart was reserved for his family, for the people who loved him the way he deserved.

Will helped him sit down at the table and handed him a bowl filled to the brim with the pasta dish that Colin had taught him to make. Jason loved it even more when it came from Will because he always added extra peppers. He didn’t understand how anyone could tolerate so much spice, but he was more than happy to keep making it. His chest buzzed with pride each time his skills were complimented.

Jason ate slowly, but it was a miracle he was eating at all. A soft smile worked its way onto his face.

“Good?” Will asked.

“Thank you,” Jason said. His voice was small, barely a wisp of wind, but Will was grateful to hear him speak so soon.

“How do you feel?”

“Tired.”

“You should rest after dinner.”

“I still need to—”

“I sent out your last reports already.” Will gestured to the computer. “It was easier to scan them than mail them. I also emptied the trash and pulled your sheets out of the dryer, so your bed’s all warm for you. Everything’s done, so you can just relax.”

Jason looked as though he was seconds away from shattering. He rose from his seat, shuffled over to Will’s chair, and held him by the shoulders. A small tear fell from his face to the floor.

“Have I told you how lucky I am to have you in my life?”

Will smiled. “It’s nothing, really.”

“No— I honestly don’t know what I’d do without you. I can’t thank you enough.”

“You don’t have to.” Will hugged him as best as he could. “I’m always happy to help you.”

Jason hugged him back, and then sat back down with his food. A bit of color had returned to his face after eating, but he still looked miserable. He was in need of a distraction, or a good laugh.

“Hey,” Will said, getting Jason to look at him. “Did you hear about the king who was dethroned by his subjects?”

“What?”

“Kicking him out was easy, but the execution was a pain in the neck.”

Jason slapped his hand over his mouth, but once he started laughing, he couldn’t stop. His emotional dam finally broke as he gripped the edge of the table, shoulders shaking as he broke down in hysterics.

“Okay, it wasn’t that funny,” Will said, though he was laughing along with him. It always made him happy to get such a huge reaction from his godfather.

“Quite the contrary,” Jason said once he had caught his breath. “I dare say you’re the funniest one here.”

“Don’t let Henry hear that.”

Will stood up and took their empty dishes, but not before Jason took his hand and pulled him into another hug.

“Thank you, Will. I really needed this.”

“Glad I could help,” Will said.

After washing out the dishes, the two of them spent the rest of the evening on the couch watching game shows and cooking competitions, anything that they could laugh at and get invested in. By the end of the night, Jason’s panic attack was nothing more than a memory or bad dream. He couldn’t be consumed by darkness when the boy beside him was constantly sharing his light. As long as he was there, being patient and kind, and making Jason laugh so hard that his chest ached, then nothing could truly hurt him.

[rlyehtaxidermist]

"gamers" will say 'stop being poor' in response to current-gen games being able to run on affordable hardware and then wonder why mobile titles completely took over the public space

If anything, I'd argue that cause and effect are the other way around here.

Mobile games got big because more users have phones than desktops, and more users spend more time on their phone than on their desktops. As phone specs improved, the bigger market became more available, so many developers went towards it.

This left PC (and to a lesser extent console) developers with the question "how do we get people to come back from mobile?", which was of course the wrong question to ask - they aren't coming back because they never left, most mobile gamers weren't major PC gamers - but these are business majors, asking the wrong questions is their entire career. The conclusion many of them reached was "do things that only a PC can do", which meant bespoke horse testicles and all the other highly polygonated absurdities of modern AAA gaming.

Once it was clear that people weren't going to "come back" they doubled down on the market that did respond to BIGNUMBERS - which was incidentally the market they already had, now armed with a new thing to be condescending about. Kickbacks from hardware manufacturers didn't hurt either.