#also just remembered at one point today i was watching a youtube video and i only had 3 min left i need to go finish it

[entropicbias]

star trek online with a youtube video.

(note, this is an old post, but i've decided to do more blogging like this here, so i remembered it.)

i decided to try out star trek online and live out my trekkie fantasies the other day. my first run in with the game was eons ago at a thrift store, but my current laptop is lacking a cd player, so i couldn't really try it out for sure. i don't know if it would work anyways considering it's a copy of the game from, what, 2010? what would be the point of that.

the first star trek game i ever played was the TNG game for the snes. i emulated it on my shitty old laptop. it was unfortunately a bust, cause i had no idea what i was doing.

speaking of tng, before i do my review, did you know a certain somebody used to make tng edits? can you recognize that flute sample?

anyway, my best friend dave (who doesn’t even have a tumblr) brought it up, assuming i’d never heard of star trek online. TCH! who do you think i am, you simpleton? naturally, i had to flex on him. whipping out the cd like some kind of seasoned star trek online veteran just to make a mockery of him. but really, the joke is on me, because let’s be honest, no one takes a self-proclaimed star trek online expert seriously.

so, i downloaded it off steam and ignored all the mixed reviews! i didn't stay in character creation for too long, but i tried to make him resemble me as much as possible. that's because my character's name is john kirk. he is john tiberius kirk.

john t. kirk of the u.s.s johnterprise. because enterprise is a restricted word (STUPID AND LAME?)

here is what i was greeted to.

quite frankly, i'm a little upset at the amount of diversity aboard. already i am seeing TWO vulcans. this is absurd. there is only one vulcan that should be aboard my ship, and he hasn't finished downloading the game yet.

OK! TIME TO PLAY THE FREAKIN' GAME FOR REAL! :D

after picking some of my skills (i chose to be aggressive, pistol handy, and uhh... i forgot the other one but believe me when i say it was good.)

i am meet this son of a bitch

captain...? CAPTAIN? OF THE JOHNTERPRISE? THE HELL YOU ARE! GET YOUR FALLOUT CLAYMATION ASS OFF OF MY FREAKING CHAIR! i thought you started out as captain? what is the point of naming my ship if i don't even get to be captain??? i need to show this guy who is BOSS.

the second thing i figured out about this game, is that if you walk into an object and believe in yourself you can actually gyrate with skill akin to that of a zumba instructor. so, i immediately had to gyrate next to captain isaac carrot to put him in his place.

it was a massacre for garrett. if i was you, "captain", i'd hang my head in shame and go back to being an ensign from being so hopelessly outmatched. it was also at this point i remembered that i could record my gameplay, which countered my ability to remember that my computer's cpu couldn't properly cool itself and i hadn't turned on my laptop fan. so amidst scanning some debris, my computer shat itself and died.

AND THEN RECORDED THE REST OF MY GAMEPLAY! watch it here. https://youtu.be/eeEs0el8Woo?si=djN9iLpkH3bGwNle there is some impossibly hard to read commentary there, and you may be wondering why i don't talk, and that's because i sound like bart simpson, so it's best that you just squint your eyes and pretend like morgan freeman's sultry voice is narrating my captions. if you do not want to sit through half an hour of shitty footage, then feel free to skip to 24:47 where i realize that you do not get a chance to meet captain kirk at the end of your first rodeo, and it genuinely breaks my heart. that is todays post, goodbye. update from jan 2025: i haven't touched the game since because i realized that i was just not going to be all that invested if most of the gameplay was from outside of the ship and i didn't have my very own personal spock.

-eb

[strawberrybyers]

it’s obvious i haven’t taken my adhd meds in a few days because my brain is screaming every interest i have ever had and telling me to look for a tag for it to follow and then that leads me down a rabbit hole of other tags then i’m reminded of other interests and i’m having to keep up with all these things being said at me to follow. then there’s the adult voice telling me i need to stop worrying about tumblr tags and look for a job and how maybe my father was right that i am a disappointment and i’ve ruined my life. and i’m also listening to taylor swift’s new playlists so i’m thinking about grief and relationships and how maybe i’m not lovable and the idea that anyone could ever fall in love with me seems impossible. also i want to do my affirmations and meditations and visualizations but my brain has too many thoughts and i want to learn witchcraft and i want to go to this witchcraft store i found and the solar eclipse is happening on monday and do i need to do something special for that to get my desires??? also what am i going to eat for dinner? i don’t feel like cooking but ordering out is expensive but ordering out is easy and i just need to eat. and i’m spending money but not doing anything to earn money and i had a therapy session today where i realized that yes i do feel younger but also i feel small/inferior because the world feels too intimidating and judge mental so maybe i’ve been conflating “inferiority” with “immaturity”. and i also have part 2 to my autism testing tomorrow and it’s like if i am diagnosed with autism, then that gives me answers but i’m also still dealing with the disappointment, grief, sadness, anger, frustration, stagnation, trauma and anxiety regardless of my diagnosis. and how will i ever live a life that can support me and my needs and wants when capitalism and politics and mental illness is such a blockade to living a peaceful life and everything is scary and i wish i was a fairy living in a little mushroom house and i have over 500 books on my want to read list on goodreads, i have over 2000 movies in my watchlist on latterboxd, over 1700 videos on my youtube watchlist, over 1000 videos in my subscription youtube video playlist i want to watch, i have easily over 100 tv shows i want to watch written down, and i have no idea why i exist but there’s so much i want to do and it feels overwhelming and now it’s past 6pm and the whole day is gone but what did i accomplish today except another day of yearning for relief?? i guess i’ll just go through the rory culkin tag and listen to taylor swift and hope for a tomorrow that feels more organized even though my brain only knows how to be on a loop of dread and exhaustion

[sowhat-whynot]

Boyfriend tag!

request: “maybe do our own version of doing his makeup like mandy did w martin?”

a/n: this request had a few ideas in one btw also this is my first lil story on here so go easy on me, queens.

bf!hamzah x fem reader

──★ ˙ ̟🐇 ꩜ .ᐟ

Being a youtuber was fun cuz you got to come up with your own ideas and no one could stop you so naturally, you wanted to piss Hamzah off a bit. You had asked him to come film a ‘boyfriend tag’ video with you but there was something he didn’t know…that you’d also be doing his makeup while answering questions.

filming…

“Hi loves! Welcome back to my channel today I have someone special with me, my boyfriend” you say excitedly.

“Hi everyone! I’m so pumped to be on here” Hamzah says, pumping his fist a little.

“Why dont you tell em what we’re doing today” you say with a smirk.

“She’s gonna give me that hawk tuah on cam!!” Hamzah giggles.

“Hamzah what the hell is wrong with you” you look at him in disgust.

“I’m sorry…so, we’re doing a boyfriend tag and this is basically for y/n’s viewers to kinda get to know me since I might pop into frame from time to time and then you guys are gonna comment ‘who is that fine sexy man in the background’ and you’ll know it’s me!” Hamzah explains.

“You explained that perfectly but I have a surprise for you” Hamzah look a bit confused.

“I’m gonna make you look beautiful and do your makeup, like I’ve always wanted to!!!”

“Are you serious” He stares at the camera.

“Yes, because one day Hamzah was watching me do my makeup and asked ‘how do ya know how to do that’ and today’s your lucky day, babe. You’re gonna find out” you explain.

“You know what whatever” Hamzah gave in.

-

You face towards your boyfriend to apply foundation with a brush while asking a few questions you came up with.

“Hamzah tell the viewers you name and birthday”

“Is this a joke?” He laughed, not believing that this was the whole point of the video.

“Just answer bruh. The viewers wanna know!” You say as you blend the foundation into his skin.

“Hi i’m Hamzah and i was born on March 5th, 2002”

“Ok, next question is ‘describe your high school self in 5 words’”

“Hot, cool, goofy, got bitches” He proudly answered.

“You know what..hell yeah! Except for the last one i know you got no girls and they probably all ran away from you boi”

“Next question, y/n”

You continued on with the question and you were the happiest girl alive giving your boyfriend the makeover of his life. You smiled while applying some of your pretty pink blush on his cheeks. You two got so distracted from goofing around it made it hard to take the youtube video seriously.

“No way it takes this long to apply all of this. You girls do this everyday??” He asked, appreciating your hard work.

“Yeah but honestly it’s not about how long it takes, it’s about how gorgeous you’re gonna look at the end. Like a pretty princess”

“Oh my god” Hamzah turns his head away from you.

“Look at me Hamzah i still have more questions” your hand reaches to his chin making him look at you.

“Next question is ‘do you remember our first date’” you ask while applying press powder on his face.

“Of course I do! It was a fun picnic date and I gave you a kitty plushy as a gift and we ate yummy food and I couldn’t take my eyes off you, i still can’t, you’re just so beautiful. Even the dress you wore. It’s forever engraved in my mind” His words are so genuine it makes your heart melt.

“Aww babe that’s actually so sweet i love you” you practically look at him with heart eyes.

“Okay is the makeup almost done i wanna see”

“You ruined the moment..yeah i just gonna curl your lashes and put on a lippie”

“I don’t know what you just said but please do it fast” he impatiently said.

“Hamzah don’t move your eye im gonna curl it”

“What da hell is that tool!” He yelled.

“Bro bear with me and do as i say” you gently clamped his lashes and apply mascara on him.

You added some finishing touches: eye glitter, eyeliner, and a glossy lip. You turn to the camera and giggle a bit.

“Is it bad? Can i see y/n! Stop laughing” Hamzah said.

“Guys i think i did a beautiful job. Look at it!!! The eyes are so cute” You grabbed the camera and did a close up shot.

You prop the camera back on the tripod and grabbed a mirror to reveal the final look to him.

“Okkk now look” You handed the mirror to Hamzah.

“Holy shit y/n…i look different” he gasps as he touches the eye makeup.

“You’re giving Hamzah Charles” you laughed.

“Honestly guys she did a good job and i think i’m into boys now” he said to the camera.

“Okay i’m ending this video” you quickly say.

You did your usual outro and Hamzah just smiled while you did so. You turned your camera off and giggled at Hamzah. He gave a confused laugh, not really sure what was so funny.

“Now we’re gonna do a photo shoot” you jump in excitement.

“Are you serious!”

──★ ˙ ̟🐇 ꩜ .ᐟ

Hope yall enjoyed hehehiehehe & keep requesting ideas 💕

[shurisasthmaticgf]

the curls are curling: lando norris x black social media influencer fem! reader

summary: the secret behind why his curls have been consistently looking perfect is revealed.

authors note: i am still very new to formula one so please don't jump me if there is some slight inaccuracies. i did my best to look things up if i wasn't sure about them. this fic isn't based off of any grand prix in particular either. also, this is a work of fiction meaning it's not REAL so please remember that as well! constructive feedback is heavily encouraged and very appreciated 🫶🏽

heat pooled through the open windows of the house as you ran around to try and get yourself ready for the long day ahead. you woke up an hour ago to give yourself two hours to get ready because today was a race weekend. usually, you only needed about an hour to get you and your boyfriend out the door but today you'd gotten up earlier to film a vlog.

the whole social media influencer thing was still fairly new for you, only having started to consistently vlog and post a few months ago. before you'd started dating lando you were posting here and there about your day to day as a university student and intern for a large company in the city. every so often one of your videos got a couple hundred thousand views but you didn't really mind that your other content only got a few likes...that was just how tiktok's algorithm worked.

once you graduated from university and your internship ended you didn't have much to vlog about until you decided to film a race weekend and post it. what you didn't expect was the video to get millions of views and likes overnight. a massive influx of fans followed but you didn't really pay too much mind to the number, this was just something you liked to do and people also liked to watch. with time you ended up opening a youtube channel where you posted longer vlogs and other videos, and tiktok became a place where you posted 1-3 minute clips of your longer videos. one thing you never really did was center your entire vlog around your boyfriend. sure, lando was the entire reason you ended up at races but you were also your own person...that and lando was oddly camera shy when it came to your vlogs so he often wanted you to edit him out if he happened to end up in the frame.

which is how you ended up in your bedroom with your tripod pointed the camera directly at you. you smiled widely, hoping that it masked the fact that you were nearly half asleep, "good morning everyone! it's race day and i'm gonna be taking you along with me. everyone's been asking for a longer race day vlog so i'm here to give you all what you want. first lets get into the fit- these pajamas were sent to me from Brooks Avenue, if you like them you can use the code Y/N for a little discount on your purchase!" you backed up to show off your pink and green pajamas that would have definitely cost an arm an a leg if they hadn't come in a PR package. the matching pink and green satin bonnet on your head slowly slipped down your forehead leaving you to push it back up with an annoyed huff. you explained to the camera once more, "okay and first i'm gonna brush my teeth then do my skincare routine...he's in the shower right now so the lens might get fogged up, sorry in advance." you knocked on the bathroom door to let your boyfriend know you were coming in before pulling your skincare products out of your travel bag. quickly you brushed your teeth with until you felt like you'd gotten rid of every trace of morning breath.

just as you finished your skincare routine, the shower turned off and you slipped out of the bathroom. while lando finished in the bathroom you sat back down at the vanity and situated the camera back in front of you. slowly you slipped the bonnet from your head and untied the silk scarf under it, letting the large twists in your hair fall against your shoulders. to the camera you explained, "it's gonna be really hot today so i'm just gonna pull the twists back with a ribbon and call it a day i think." you pulled a jar of edge control and a brush from your bag and began styling your baby hairs, effortlessly into swirls and swoops. a laugh fell past your lips as you admitted, "honestly the only reason i still do this is so my forehead looks slightly less...megamind-esque in pictures." when you finished you tied another scarf messily around your hairline and began gathering your twists into a ponytail to secure it with a holder and ribbon.

the bathroom door opened and lando walked back into your room, fully dressed but his button down left wide open exposing his bare torso. in his hands he held a blow dryer and two bottles, one leave in conditioner and a gel you'd bought for him a few weeks ago. you finished tying the bow around your ponytail then took the two bottles from him and plugged the blow dryer into the wall. a hand gently pulled on your hand and you looked up to see sleepy smile grace his lips, "good morning, beautiful." you drew closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting him pull you in by the waist. his head nuzzled into your shoulder as your hand found the back of his head, stroking his hair softly with your fingers you murmured, "hi baby." you could feel the shy smile he wore against your shoulder until you pulled away from him. you pulled a robe from the back of the door and told him, "put this on." he knew most of the reason was so he didn't stain his shirt with hair products but another part of it had to be the fact that his shirt was wide open.

lando sat in front of the camera and you laughed at how awkward he looked compared to normal. you prompted, "baby, say hi to everyone. they ask for you all the time." he stiffly waved a hand in front of the camera and you sighed, "i don't know why you act so funny around my camera but everyone else it's fine." he mumbled a soft, "because it's you..." but only the mic on the camera caught it. he sat on the bench in front of you and slightly leaned back into your body before letting his eyes flutter shut.

meanwhile you showed the leave in conditioner to the camera, "this is the kinky curly knot today leave in-" despite his eyes being shut lando let out a small laugh and you asked, "what?" he mumbled cheekily, "kinky." you let out a exasperated sigh, "oh god you're like a child...anyways i was saying, i put a little of this in his hair but not too much just a tiny amount to add moisture." squeezing the leave in conditioner into your palm then applying it to his hair you hummed along to a sza song that ran through your head. the gentle work of your fingers running along his scalp nearly lulled lando back to sleep. you worked through his hair with a practiced ease, adding product and coaxing the curls atop his head to take perfect shape. not wanting to disturb his peace, you silently showed the matching brand's curling custard and then applied that lightly to his hair. once you'd finished you turned on the blow dryer, accidentally jump scaring your boyfriend under you. a soft melodic laugh fell past your lips and one hand fell to his shoulder before you leant down and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, "my bad babe." the camera didn't miss the way he leaned into your touch, pushing his cheek closer to you with his shoulders dropping further in relaxation.

not even half an hour later you were done and the light brown curls on his head were perfectly defined. you wiped your hands on the hand towel you'd slung over your shoulder earlier and laughed when you realized your boyfriend literally fell asleep. you gently cupped under his chin and pressed another kiss to his cheek. just above a whisper you mumbled, "all done, bubs. " he opened his eyes and smiled while you mused, “my pretty boy.” his cheeks flushed slightly, “thank you” and you brushed a few curls into place before looking at his reflection, "of course." he stood up and pulled you out of the frame to gave you a quick kiss before going downstairs where you'd meet him when you finished getting dressed.

the white and navy blue floral sundress you wore was both nice and simple enough to wear for today. simple gold jewelry and a pair of white sandals finished off your look and you grabbed the camera to show your reflection in the full length mirror on the wall, "all dressed so i'm gonna go meet lando downstairs and i'll see you all a little bit later!" you stopped recording and went downstairs to find your boyfriend sitting and ready to go, his cheeks burning pink when he laid eyes on you. a subtle fluttering erupted in your stomach at the familiar gaze, the one that made you feel like the only girl in the world.

*extra*

you scrolled through your social media accounts, something you never really did if you didn't have to. the first thing that came to your attention was the flood of pictures and comments that were about your boyfriend's hair. for the past few races you'd been doing his hair and more and more fans were noticing it looked better than normal. honestly, you found it amusing that people were bringing it up and so much at that, so you decided to add to the conversation just a bit:

fans reactions to recent vlog upload:

[directdogman]

Hi, I hope you're having a decent day! I'm sorry if this is an invasive set of questions - feel free not to answer - but do you still actively like DSaF as your own creation, or is it more of a "it was fun while it lasted but i outgrew it and it's for the best to leave it behind" kind of project? Do you ever regret making the games? If you knew they would get so popular, is there anything you would have changed about them? Is there anywhere I could read more of your writing.

It fluctuates a bit. These last couple of years, I've really just been sorta nostalgic for it. I've seen a lot of people discuss those games being a source of comfort during bad times in their lives, people talking about how much the characters mean to them and it's hard not to smile when you see that.

It's a funny thing for close friends of yours to see people WITH fanmade DSaF merch out in the wild, or to watch a random youtube video and being hit with a DSaF reference outta nowhere. It happens from time to time, even today. On a few occasions, I've even had a person reference my work to me in real life and not realize who they were talking to, believe it or not. It's really fun to play dumb and get someone to explain your work to you like you don't know what it is.

I certainly didn't think any of that would happen when I first made the series, or even during development. I think the normal assumption would be to look at DSaF as it exists now and assume its release was a peak for it, but believe it or not, the official discord only had 30 people in it shortly before 3 dropped! The archive listing of the series (reposted to a single page after the series ended) is now sitting at over 1.1 MILLION downloads.

People kinda assume the true heyday of something is when it's new, when it's fresh and novel. For instance, some people look back at when FNaF itself was new and see that time as its peak because it had a lot of internet cultural relevance as big new indie thing on the block. But, raw numbers don't lie. The series has been continually growing since its conception and that growth has similarly bled over to its fan projects. This explains why DSaF, despite not having a new series release in almost 6 years, seems to be inexplicably growing.

Just recently, I saw someone post footage of a scene from DSaF 2 on Twitter, which got over 16k likes. People praised its writing and largely celebrated the scene. The ironic thing about that particular scene is that I remembered being unsure if it was good or not, so I showed it off in one of the FNaF community hubs. The response was broadly lukewarm to negative. Now, it's held up as one of the best scenes in those games. That's kind of the point I'm trying to make, my thoughts on the series have certainly changed with everyone's else with years of hindsight.

Heh. I'm not sure if I've talked about this in a long time, but y'know, the very first scene I implemented in-game was actually the very first Phone Guy scene in DSaF 1, more or less exactly how it appears in-game today. This was before I'd even written the bulk of the game. I was pretty unfamiliar with visual novels as a whole, pretty unsure if something like this would be palatable to a fandom that was really just used to sit 'n' survive stuff that were far more gameplay than text. I mean, there wasn't any FNaF fangames really LIKE DSaF before that point. Closest was FNaFb, a jokey turn based RPG made in the same engine.

The engine I made the game in is also not exactly fit for VNs out of the box either, and I wasn't 100% sure the idea would actually work. But, the very first time I added the image of the prize corner, Phone Guy, the audio of that iconic cheesy stock track and booted up a test screen, I had a little moment where I said "Oh. I think I'm onto something interesting here." I kinda remembering instantly realizing in that single moment how much potential the idea had. Over 8 years later, I still remember that moment like it was yesterday.

I think lately, that's the sort of stuff I think of when I see people coming to me and asking about the series. Yes, it's really rough around the edges, yes, there's jokes that've aged poorly. But, it is a source of comfort for people and entertains tens of thousands of people each month. And that's gotta count for something, right?

[heartsoji]

suna rintaro here. my girlfriend, y/n, is being distant today and i don't know why. let me tell you about what happened.

we were supposed to have our separate zooms with her on my lap, but she left to a different room near the very beginning. she tried to play it off with "i have a pop quiz and i need to focus. can't have my grade drop just because i can't focus on your lap with your zoom in the background," but we all know that that is absolute bs. she could've focused on my lap just fine, and we all know that failing a 10-point pop quiz from chiahara-sensei happens to the best of us. and if you're wondering, i am the best of the best.

then, after we both finished our annoyingly long 1.5 hour lectures, (well she claimed hers was in fact a 40-point pop quiz/test but it def wasn't) she refused to cook together. she said something like, "rin, you burned yourself last time, remember? go sit down," but that, too, is bs. yes, i spilled hot water on my sweats last time i tried to make pasta, but it was on my knee, so it wasn't like it was a big deal anyways. i don't know why she kept making excuses.

then, after we finished eating the meal she cooked without me, she had the audacity to get on a zoom call when i didn't have one. and after that terrible offense, she refused to sit on my lap for it AGAIN. she said that inuzuka-sensei was always more strict about what we wore in zooms, and i wouldn't get away with no shirt on like soma-sensei let me. when i told her that her body would block mine, she said that my chest and shoulders would still be perfectly visible. then, she guilted me by saying that she didn't want other girls to see my "perfectly toned abs," as she called them. AND THEN she had the impudence to TEASE ME and LIE TO ME by telling me my cheeks and ears were getting red! couldn't believe her.

then, after all our classes were over, she refused to cuddle with me because APPARENTLY her friend's sister a block down rolled and sprained her ankle, and that it was getting pretty bruised and swollen. she also added that her friend didn't have any advil or experience in injuries, and apparently she was asked to bring some advil, a compression bandage, and a couple ice packs. when i told her that her friend could just buy some and that she could get her own ice pack, she tried to get out of it by telling me that her friend's sister was only 5, was bawling her eyes out, refused to be left alone but also screamed louder when she was picked up, and that we also had a lot to spare because we have a ton of supplies in the closet because of my constant volleyball injuries. again, absolute bs. her friend could just go grab everything herself. what did it matter that the kid was crying? fuck kids! do you know how funny those youtube videos of kids getting hurt and crying are? people enjoy them for a reason. it's because kids are annoying as hell and it's fun to watch them get injured. im subscribed to like 10 of those kinds of channels. her friend is literally getting free entertainment and y/n obviously just wants to watch the free entertainment WITHOUT ME because she'd rather be with her stupid friend than me.

all in all, please help. i don't know why she's so distant today. is she mad? please give me tips!

@.su.rin post made at 4:16pm

comments: @.y/n.l/n: HELP WHAT IS THIS @.y/n.l/n: for the record i got an a+ on that so it was worth it @.y/n.l/n: love u always rin <333 @.su.rin: reply to @.y/n./l/n- ik that u hate me its ok

[milkoomi]

I'm following your blog for 1 month, it's very pretty. If you could help me with confidence related any info and also my height is very short, everyone is In the class to very tall.I feel to much insecure, I wanna be an entrepreneur, I feel I'm not doing enough .

hi darling!! thank you so much for following me on here and showing my blog support! 🤍

as for your request, i think it’s important to remember 3 very important things when it comes to having confidence:

1. negative self-talk is an absolute NO

i’ve talked about this in a few other posts, but let me just reiterate this! talking down on yourself allows two things to happen: 1. you’ll allow that same negative/self-deprecating words be accessible for others to use on you and 2. you’ll only continue to bring yourself down & get further and further away from finding true confidence.

also, consider this: think about the hurtful things you say to yourself, would you say those things to someone you love? no, right? so why would you say them to yourself? your loved ones would want you to lift yourself up just as you would lift them up, so always show yourself the same love and kindness as you would to a friend!

learn to say “thank you”! when someone gives you a compliment, don’t try to shut it down with “oh, no i don’t look that great today” or “ah, you don’t mean that”. accept the compliments, even if you force yourself to say thank you you’ll eventually start believing in those compliments yourself!

2. “never compare your behind the scenes with someone else’s highlights”

this was a quote i found through a youtube video i watched on confidence! i believe way too many of us focus so much on what we see on social media and, without even giving it a second thought, we start comparing our own lives to what everyone else is highlighting on their accounts. 9 times out of 10, people are never going to show what their real life is like. they’re always going to show the best parts of their lives, and we as individuals only see the good parts of everyone else’s lives while we know the bad parts that are going on in our lives. understand that everyone has their own struggles, but we just might not see it right then and there.

everyone lives their lives much differently, and that’s okay! just because you see people moving faster in their own life doesn’t mean you’re behind or that you have to catch up. it’s your life! you can go at whatever pace you feel most comfortable! what other people are doing in their own lives shouldn’t be any kind of priority in your own life. focus on you and your own path.

3. you are enough

this kind of ties in with the last two points, but reminding and affirming yourself that you are enough will truly do wonders in building your confidence. if you need that reminder from someone else, then allow me to be that person! you are enough. your efforts have been noticed, your beauty is truly unmatched, and you will always be more than enough for yourself and for others.

i believe everyone was put on this earth to provide some kind of purpose, and we may not know what that purpose is exactly just yet, but we have a purpose in our lives. understanding and knowing just that bit of information will motivate you to achieve your dreams and reach that finish line of success! and you will get there, but you have to remind yourself of your worth!

reflect on yourself

i’m really big on journaling here on this blog, and i believe journaling can help people so much in many aspects of their life. i want you to reflect on yourself!

journaling prompts:

write down 3 things you’ve accomplished (whether in the past week, month, or year) and, essentially, write yourself a letter congratulating yourself!

what are 3 qualities about yourself that you take pride in? why?

write a love letter to yourself! talk about physical features you love or characteristics about yourself that make you happy!

think about what your loved ones would say to you, write down 5 of things and write them as affirmations (ex: “i am beautiful”, “i am capable and worthy of success”, “i have a delightful and joyful energy”)

some of my posts i’d recommend:

the art of self-confidence

finding & knowing your worth

final notes —

i wasn’t always a confident person, and there are still days where i struggle finding that confidence i need. but if there’s anything i’ve learned to overcome my own insecurities, it’s that i am the only version of myself there is. i have my own set of accomplishments and i have my own special set of unique characteristics no one else has. you have to learn those things too! there’s no one else like you, no one else who works as hard as you do, no one else who achieves the things you do; there’s only one version of you and that is so, so unbelievably special!

with lots of love, faustina 🌷

[fipindustries]

you know, i think i have hit one of those situations where i suddenly stand up in bed in the middle of the night after years of living a life and realizing i never actually wanted this life for myself.

i think im starting to remember i never actually liked politics and if i ever got into them it was because i was a junkie craven for her fix.

i got into watching political content back in like 2019, specifically like, politician/legislative/electoral content, in great part because i was as captured by the culture war as everyone else, yes, BUT ALSO (and im starting to suspect this was the real reason, the actual drug i was seeking) because i really like debates.

i remember back in 2012 watching cinema junkies, back before it was just "the honest movie trailers channel", when they had the show movie fights where people would debate about the merits of various movies and this was crack to me. slowly that content started to die out but then i was able to replace it with bread tube and people debating against dumbfucks like sargon of akkad or no bullshit and before i realized destiny was my main source of content on youtube and im watching deep dissections of the electoral races in the north district in north caroline or the intricacies of canvasing or poll analisis and i think today it finally hit me, i dont actually give a fuck about any of this.

i think what truly sold it to me was that contested roll came out in the last few years and i took a deeper look at it and i realized that, oh god, yes, this was the good stuff i was looking for. this is the actual pure shit, not cut with stupid crap like election cycles and congress people drama.

now i will say this, contested roll is all play fighting, political debates are true bloodsports and there is an incredibly seductive viscerality there. and also finding debates with good participants who are smart, fast, rethorically competent, passionate and adroit is much more easy with political content by pure virtue that there is so much more of it.

i wish there was more debate content on youtube geared toward fandom or geek topics that was not just a toothless slapfight between two people who are uncomfortable with being combative and dont have the mental sharpness to bring up killer points (like movie fights used to be in its worst moments). but the sad truth is most people are uncomfortable with having arguments, they dont like to be agressive or to contradict other people, so there are not a lot of creators who are willing to do this. the exception is when some severe drama happens around them and they have to debunk the allegations and maybe one in a thousand cases they will actually confront their detractors face to face live and we might get some interesting debate out of that. but much more frequently is just call out videos or responses or whatever.

there is a temptation here to "be the miracle", make this content myself. and for sure i would love to make it, i would love to record my self arguing about i dunno, the virtues of console gamin versus pc, or wehter its better to read a webserial serially or archivally, or what are the best boys love webcomics on webtoons or whathave you, i would love all that. but i dont know that i could find interesting opponents. i know many friends who are fantastic debaters, probably some of the best i know, but they wouldnt be interested in showing up in a show or let themselves be recorded doing this so.

hopefully ill find this one obscure youtube channel or podcast that actually does this and does it well (and if you know of some, please send them my way, im starving here) but until then. a girl can dream

[azlinz]

Georgia Stars 

Solo Sikoa x original character 

 Synopsis- Georgia and her best friend Naomi have been living their dreams, and everything has been going perfectly until Georgia finds her boyfriend cheating on her. Who will be there to comfort her?

if anybody likes this, and wants a part 2 let me know lol

Georgia and Naomi have been best friends for as long as they can remember. They met in elementary school and instantly clicked. Sleepovers every weekend, lunch dates, and gossip sessions. They did everything together. So when Naomi wanted to fulfill her dream of becoming a professional wrestler, Georgia was right beside her all the way. Of course, Naomi wanted her best friend to follow her dreams as well, so when she noticed how much Georgia loved watching YouTube, she told her to start her own channel. That is how they became Naomi and Georgia. The fans loved them. Naomi became a fan favorite, quickly rising up the WWE roster. Georgia, on the other hand, gained 4 million subscribers on YouTube and is a huge influencer. Fans loved that they got to watch Naomi on their TV every week, and then they could look at Georgia’s videos to see all of the behind-the-scenes footage of their adventures together

Being around Naomi so much meant Georgia was also around Naomi’s husband, Jimmy, as well as his twin Jey. The four of them were practically always together, so it took little time for them to all get close. It was always a party with them. Georgia knew Jimmy and Jay came from a big family, but she never really met any of them. Jay would talk about his wife and kids, but not so much his other siblings, except for their younger brother Solo, who she has met on occasion, considering he is also a superstar like his brothers. But unlike Jay and Jimmy, Solo was extremely quiet. In fact, he’s only ever looked at Georgia. He’s never said a word to her. Naomi, Jimmy, and Jay made frequent appearances in Georgia’s YouTube videos, and Georgia even made a couple of backstage appearances on Raw and SmackDown. That is where she met her boyfriend of two years, Finn Bálor. Well, that was until today. Today, Georgia was walking backstage and found her boyfriend cheating on her. To say that Georgia was shocked would be an understatement. She thought that her and Finn’s friendship was the best it could be. She thought that they would be getting married and having little babies. So that’s where we find Georgia now, sitting with Naomi and Jimmy, while they try to convince her that Finn isn’t worth it and she’s so much better than that.

“Georgia, for real, I’ll beat his little stick ass; you just have to say the word, uce,�� Jimmy told her. The three of them were sitting on a couch, backstage, in the bloodlines locker room. “It is what it is, Jimmy; it’s just really unexpected.” I looked down at my hands in my lap. I feel like my head is spinning. It’s all just so overwhelming. “Fuck men, girl, fuck that guy. I cannot believe he would do that to you. Men are trash.” Naomi spoke up, looking pretty flustered. I just let out a sigh, not knowing what to say at this point, when the door opened, and Jey and Solo walked in. Jey looked confused seeing Jimmy and Naomi looking upset and you with tear-stained cheeks. “What’s going on, uce?” Jay asked, looking at Jimmy for clarification on what the hell is happening. “Georgia's scumbag of a boyfriend was in the bathroom fucking another girl. That’s what happened. You and I should go beat his ass, Uce.” Jay was visibly shocked by this information, wide-eyed and all. He turned towards Georgia and then back to Jimmy, “Oh fuck that; we are going to go teach his ass a lesson.” Jey responded, already starting to walk to the door, Jimmy not far behind. Naomi then stepped in front of the door, putting a hand on Jay’s chest. “No one’s doing anything. Georgia already said she doesn’t want you guys to, plus you guys have a match next, so we’re gonna go take our asses out there and give Georgia some space.” The two of them looked at Georgia with soft eyes, both giving her a hug, telling her that it’s gonna be OK and that they will always be there for her. Naomi did the same, giving her best friend a hug, telling her that she’s a bad bitch, before all three of them walked out the door. Georgia thought she was alone now, letting out a shaky breath, but a voice startled her. “ You were too good for that guy anyway.” Georgia looked up at Solo. His facial expressions stayed the same: extremely neutral. Georgia let out a surprised expression because this is the first time she’s ever heard him speak. “Oh, you—you don’t need to say that.” Solo looked at her for a second before saying, “I mean, he was a dumbass. You need a man that can take care of you and treat you right.” Georgia looked at him with her mouth slightly open before saying, “I thought you didn’t like me.” solo’s facial expressions Stayed the same, except for a slightly raised eyebrow. He walked slowly towards her before gently touching her cheek. “Did I ever say I didn’t like you?” Before walking out the door.

[arokel]

my great grandfather lived during the depression and the war (I knew him till I was 16) and he said they did not say the f work back then. It was a word that was uttered by trashy people only if you know what I mean. He was also a crew chief and said it was rarely if ever uttered in the military too. He said that sh*t, d*mn, h*ll, and b**ch were common but were never uttered where women were present or in earshot. The greatest gen was far different from millennials and genz. Fics and the HBO War dialogue? Kiiiiinda makes for some major inaccuracy. (Mainly looking at tom hanks and steven spielberg)

just thought id throw that out there :) from one history enthusiast to another

I'm fully aware that this is bait, but I'm treating it like a serious ask anyway because now I get to talk about one of my favorite youtubers :)))))

the reason I say swearing was dependent on the individual/situation is that I recently re-watched this video from Simon Roper about the history of swearing! he focuses more on the 1800s and Britain, but I think a lot of what he says does apply to the US as well (except for the stuff about cunt, obviously).

frankly I don't think putting the "greatest generation" on a pedestal of ideological pureness does any of us any good, especially as history buffs - they lived in a turbulent time and many of them made the best choices they could, but it's also worth remembering that in the aftermath of world war two they went about scrubbing the narrative so thoroughly as to position themselves as the squeaky-clean heroes some people see them as today. they swore, and they fucked, and they committed atrocities and petty sins just like every other generation. (in case anyone wants other reading recs, I'd suggest Looking for the Good War by Elizabeth Samet, though parts of it are kind of a slog)

there is a lot to be said for the influence of protestantism on American culture that I think DOES support your argument - many of our less taboo oaths come directly from protestant ethics and censorship from the 1500s onward. zounds (god's wounds), blimey (god blind me) and I'll be darned (I'll be damned) are all part of the same tradition. unfortunately due to obscenity laws it's very difficult to study the evolution of swearing through print sources, so we're left with a very spotty picture based mostly on anecdotal evidence.

it sounds to me like your grandfather was a classy guy, and I don't doubt that in his circles men DIDN'T swear around ladies. but one person's experience does not translate universally, and the historical evidence I've seen points to swearing being much more common throughout our history than costume dramas would have you believe - aka, Spielberg probably got it right! sanitizing the past only ever serves to make our depictions of it less accurate.

(genuinely everyone go check out Simon Roper's stuff if you have even a passing interest in historical linguistics; his stuff is so interesting and well-presented and he really feels like the old youtube before it got terrible)

[patchwork-oil]

❧ "Blue Hour”

Chapter 1/?

Pairing: Karkat/Reader (Gender Neutral) Word count: 2,101 Warnings: strong language

Summary: You and your roommate Karkat have a somewhat typical Friday night.

Author’s Note: First x reader I'm posting! Kinda excited :3 dunno if I'll continue this but it was fun to make regardless. I know x readers don't tend to be in first person, but it's my favorite way to read them so :,) you're stuck with that.... The whole theme of my writing is that it's hugely self-indulgent. since like. the homestuck x reader tag is super dead askhjfd

   It’s blue hour isn’t it? I can hardly tell if there are clouds in the sky right now. Looking up between the buildings feels as though I might be about to fall into a deep, dark pool. The street below looks like it’s underwater, the lights from all buildings nearby look… tired? Like I’m looking back at the past through an old, sad movie.

  The front door jingles and opens. 

   Oh, Karkat’s home. What the hell was I doing just now?

   I could have sworn I was doing… something on my laptop. Oh, right. Just watching some YouTube. But, I paused it? To look at the clouds? I’m really out of it right now, I guess. 

   Unconsciously I shake the distraction out of my head. It hasn’t been that long since I got back from my job at the grocery store, I must have spaced out trying to relax to some videos. Whatever, there are much more important things to think about at a time like now. 

   “Karkaaat-” I announce once I open the door to the living room, drawing out his name as long as I could.

   “Fucking hell! What!” He grouched something about just getting back home, a single moment of peace would be nice. He hides his startled jump by trying to put his coat on the rack by the door. 

   “You said you’re cooking tonight,“ I accuse, “and I have never been more in the mood for chicken than I am in this moment right now.” I point a finger at him like I’m in a courtroom and my last name is Wright.

   Karkat makes a look like some sort of wince. “Uh huh. And I’m the unfortunate slob who has to do something about that.” It was almost phrased like a question. He exaggerates every move as he closes the door and steps inside. 

   “You are!” I nod “When you lost the chess match with John yesterday, you also made your roommate look like a loser, remember?”

   “Yes, I get it, I get it. You’re annoying and I have to pay for it.”

   “I’m just saying we both know John is going to ridicule me for even thinking about supporting you at the tournament so you should be the one who has to pay the medical bill for the… embarrassment. In the form of food. Tonight. As dinner…” He looks up at me from taking off his shoes, not amused and highly confused. “I’m losing my train of thought. You said you’d make dinner anyway! Why am I trying to convince you?”

   “I didn’t even say anything,” he chuckles, “that was 100% you.” 

   “I picked up chicken and broccoli from the store today!” As I walked past him to the fridge, I hit him on the arm. 

   “Fucker,” he spits.

   “And I’ll do the dishes like usual.” Placing the chicken on the counter, I reach for the broccoli-

   “Just sit your ass down! If I have to deal with your sniveling prongs making a mess all over the meal block, (Name), I swear to God we are not having a repeat of pasta night.” He starts to make big shooing gestures, ushering me out.

   “You really suffocate my creative spirit, KK,” I playfully sigh, knowing full well I shouldn’t be allowed in the kitchen with my track record of spilling anything that can be spilled. Sometimes even things that can’t be spilled. 

   “Last time I checked, we don’t need ‘creativity’ over an open flame.” 

   “You may be right.” I giggle. “Thanks for cooking though.” 

   He mumbles some affirmation and gets to work. My gaze lingers on his back for just a moment before going back to my room to grab my Switch. I’ll always feel guilty about not helping out but I know that even if I were more graceful in the kitchen, he prefers to have control over everything. I will, however, be within earshot if he needs an extra hand. Starting up something casual on the Switch, I plop down onto the couch. 

   Maybe there was something in those clouds today. I can’t stay focused on one thing for too long. I’ve abandoned the game, still holding it my hands while its quiet soundtrack plays. Every time Karkat uttered a curse over the food, I caught myself looking up, watching him for a while, then looking away. 

   We’d been roommates for ages now, since the last year of college. We quickly clicked, which was super fortunate for me. There was no way I wanted to live on my own after school, and as luck would have it, he wasn’t opposed to staying as roommates either. He, for the most part, enjoys cooking, I clean the dishes since he says he hates doing that, he doesn’t mind to remind me when I forget to do a chore around the house, and I’m not bothered by how he gets loud on calls with his friends. It’s such a ruminating day today…

   “Hello? Do you have slime in your hear ducts?”

   Eh? Ruminating over. 

   “Earth to (name).” 

   “I’m here! I’m awake,” I jostle suddenly.

   Karkat just started putting everything on the table—the nice one we worked together to buy so we had somewhere to play his tabletop games. Though, it also takes up the majority of the small apartment. 

   “Sure you are. You weren’t even looking at the game, you looked like you were undressing the meal vault with your mind.” 

   A surprised laugh escapes from me as I get off the couch. 

   “Food’s ready.” 

   “Yay! Thank you again, it smells really really good.” 

   “Mhm.”

   We squeeze into the chairs and dig in, it tastes just as good as it smells. I’m honestly pretty lucky Karkat is cool with cooking for me. We used to eat in our rooms, both because of the lack of a table but also because we both preferred eating alone. It’s likely we’re only eating here to get our money’s worth, but there’s still something satisfying about a warm homemade meal over a nice table. 

   “Kar?” 

   He only looks up in response, food’s probably keeping him from his usual yelling. 

   “I got a new game if you want to play with me tonight,” I swallow and continue, “since it’s Friday and whatever.”

   He sighs loudly once he’s done chewing. 

   “Cooking for you and entertaining your screen addiction? Seriously, (Last Name), have I been put on this planet, cursed by the twisted gods who hide their sorry asses among the stars where they know my mortal wrath can’t reach, to be the player 2 at your beck and call?” Despite his long-windedness, his voice is softer than usual, making me smile before I even process what he said–a good sign he’s totally up for a game. 

   I perk up, “It’s called Heave Ho, I’ve watched other people play it so I got it myself. I think you’ll really like it.” 

   “If it wasn’t Saturday tomorrow I wouldn’t even think about it.” 

   “Yay!” I kick him under the table and he kicks me back just as hard. “This is super fuckin’ good by the way, I’d eat this every night.”

   “I only followed a recipe, you don’t have to slobber all over my bulge about it.” 

   “Gross, in front of my chicken?” 

_________________

   “Could you! Fucking! Hold on for one second! Do you think you’re capable of doing that?”

   “Hahah-I’m trying, I’m trying! I swear to god the button is unpressing its-hahaha-elf!”

   “It’s not ‘unpressing’ itself you’re CLEARLY letting go–just fucking–HOLD ME UP!”

   “I AM! What! Pfft bahaha-you don’t think I’m doing everything I can?”

   “You’re swinging in the wrong direction–(NAME) YOU–AGH-”

   A short “splat” noise follows and I erupt in laughter. Karkat throws his head backwards on the couch and groans sounds of anguish into his hands. I can’t help putting down my controller, my character dying as a result, and holding my sides to try and keep them from splitting. 

   “You thought I would like this game?! You thought, no–” he turns so he’s facing me on the couch, “(Name) you thought,” he grabs me by both arms, which I don’t really process because I’m still laughing “You thought there was some way in ever-loving Hell we could play this game without me bursting a fucking blood vessel and dying here in this room right now?!”

   “Sto-op!” I can only manage to squeal between gasps at air in my laughter. “I can’t–I can’t,”

   “Literally the most hopeless display at cooperative gameplay I’ve ever fucking seen and you make me play every damn game you buy.” He lets go of me and I fall backwards onto the arm of the couch, still giggling away. Distantly, I can hear him also laughing. It fills me with accomplishment, knowing I chose a game he would enjoy. I knew this game would be ragey, but it’s also primarily skill-based. As long as he knows I’m trying, which he can trust from how often we play together, he’ll have a good time.

   Finally I can manage one big gulp of air before I’m back in position. He was holding his head up with one hand, massaging the bridge of his nose, surely trying to hide the sharp-toothed grin he can’t shake. I knock my shoulder into his to snap him out, and after collecting himself he retaliates with enough strength to nearly push me off the couch. I rebound and get comfortable again, sitting cross-legged with one leg over his.

   “We. Just-“ I giggle “-need to regroup.”

   “Oh really? Oh really, is that all?”

“Stop it—I’m being so real Karkat I might piss if you make me laugh again don’t even test me. Pick up the controller, we can do this.”

   “No, we have to do this. We’re going to beat this level.”

   “YES! That’s the spirit.”

   We muse over our plan a little more. Deciding how exactly we should angle our characters to achieve the perfect toss—right into the goal. A couple more failed attempts go by calmly, “all part of the plan” I repeat like a mantra. 

   A calculated silence falls over the apartment. Blue hour is far from over and the windows we forgot to close display a full dark scene of a quiet cityscape. Some bright apartments far away are blinking sleepily.

   “FUCKING-“

   “No no no, focus-“

   Our characters swing, the game music hums idly, our characters stare blankly back at us. 

   We launch ourselves at the goal. 

   Everything is still.

   A successful note starts to ring.

   “YES HOLY SHIT!”

   “Oh my god!”

   We both start to pump the air with a wave accomplishment washing over us. Confetti in the game starts to fall and I turn to look at Karkat-

   -at the same time he turns to look at me. 

   Both our smiles drop to surprise and a beat goes by. I push myself off of him and he takes his hand off from my back—

   “I’m sorry, sorry, I didn’t realize I was so close-” I start.

   “No- you’re fine, I didn’t… Notice. I wasn’t paying attention, sorry.”

   We both nervously laugh. The soundtrack went quiet, briefly, before it automatically moved onto the next level with a funny sound effect. 

   What. 

   The FUCK–why was I–I had somehow managed to get myself half on top of Karkat while we played–and then when we looked at each other we were so close- and what the fuck he stared at me I think? How long did we look at each other? What the fuck was that? And his arm, I can’t-

   “Oh man! We left the blinds open, let me just close them really quick.” I stand up, speeding without really thinking about it, to the window. 

   “(Name)?” Nope. Ignoring that. 

   I prop myself up by two arms over the back of the couch, moving so rigidly it nearly hurts. 

   “We beat the level! That’s pretty cool! So. Maybe it’s about time y’know we call it a day. Right? Yeah.”

   He still doesn’t say anything while I start to pull the switch out of the dock and lock the joycons back in place. 

   “Um? Sorry, again, I’m just gonna go back to my room. So um! Goodnight!” I robot over to my door. 

   “What the- (Name)!”

   “Oh, and for the food! Thanks again!”

   And slam it shut by accident. I don’t hear anything from the other room for a moment, not for the minute or two I strained myself to listen. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding and slump against the door. 

   Ever so slowly, I ghost my hand over my mouth.

   Why am I freaking out so much?

Next Chapter

Author's Note: Yay! Hope you enjoyed :) I will mayyybe write a second part, bc this is definitely not finished haha. I dont know the best x reader tags! if you're willing to help me out id love to know :3

[theyanderespecialist]

You Can See Me? (Headcanons and Secnerio) SCP 1504 X Unaffected Reader (Yandere) (SCP Foundation)

#Yandere #YandereSCP1504 #YandereJoeSchmoe YandereSCP #YandereSCPFoundation #Headcanons #Scenarios #SCPFoundation #SCP #SCP1504 #JoeSchmoe #Reader #SCP1504XReader #UnaffectedReader #JoeSchmoeXReader #Reader 

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with another chapter this one is SCP 1504 and with a reader/listener who can actually be aware of what SCP 1504 is saying and doing Anyways, I hope that you all enjoy this chapter here muffins!]

[This is also, in video format on youtube!]

(Disclaimer: Jow Schmoe is not yandere in canon, this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for fictional characters is fine, just do not be illegal or gross about it. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanons from canon. Yanderes and SCPS are not ideal partners to have in real life.) 

-Yandere Headcanons With Joe Schmoe X Unaffected Reader-

.No One could see or tell what he was doing or saying at all.

.He could kill someone and no one would notice it.

.He could kick a baby like a football and the mother would notice nothing.

.He was unremarkable and unremembered in every single way.

.He had been with the foundation once.

.Then they lost him.

.They got him again and you were made his doctor. For Your ability to be unaffected by perception warpers.

.When he found out you could see and hear everything he said and did.

.Well it was only a matter of time before he would become obsessed with you.

.You are the only one who can see him. See the real him.

.He needs to be with you as much as possible.

.He would throw fits if you do not come and see him.

.Would hurt the guards as well.

.He needs to be your sole focus as you are the only one who can see him.

.He is a violent yandere, not to you, never to you.

.But everyone else, especially rivals.

.Anyone who looked at you even a second too long was on his hit list.

.Anyone who touched you was on his hit list.

.No one is good enough for you, you were made for him.

.And he was made for you.

.He would break out, it is only a matter of time.

.Once he does he would kidnap you and no one would see anything wrong with it.

.Except that they could hear you screaming.

.Though they cannot place why that is wrong.

.Why would you be screaming, it does not make any sense.

.Once he gets you away to safety he has you chained to a bed.

.Yes this man has snapped.

.As a yandere he would go off the deep end SO Fast.

.He needs to keep you, so he makes a home for you.

.He also cannot have you getting the foundation involved.

.So be ready to be blindfolded and gagged when he is not near.

.As long as you are with him you will have the freedom of being able to see and speak.

.But you only will be able to see him and speak to him only.

.Do not worry, he will take good care of you.

.Soon he will be the only person you want to see and be with.

.He just knows it.

.Does not even confess just declares it at some point.

.Snaps to the point you saying no does not register.

[Now onto the Scenario]

(SCP 1504/Joe Schmoe's POV)

I watch as the Researcher comes in they are stunning. Not that it did not matter, they would never be able to see me.

"So, Joe, I am Dr. (Last Name), but you can call me (Name)." They tell me. "How are you feeling today?"

"What do you care? You are probably some stuck-up Bitch!" I snap at them.

Their eyes narrow and I stop. What the...

"That is rude, I did not come in here calling you names." They scold me. "Now I think you should start again."

I stare... They can see me. They Can see me! "You can see me!" I shout excitedly.

This is the first person who can see me. Finally, I get to talk about everything and be seen! I feel my heart race and my palms become sweaty. I will never let them go! They are MINE! They were made for me!  

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Another chapter is done, I hope you all enjoyed, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

[loftec]

Weekly tag Wednesday Thursday part 2

Hello beautiful kittens! 🐈‍⬛ Today’s tag game is about our wonderful fandom 😍

Thank you for the tags, @deedala and @wehangout! <3

How did you get into the fandom? 

I was watching gay compilation videos on YouTube and found the Gallavich season 1-4 video, then watched too many seasons of Shameless UK (because I didn't have access to US) then watched five seasons of Shameless US, then spent 3 months reading the whole tag on AO3.

How long have you been here?

Since... 2015?

What’s the first fandom channel you found? (Youtube, Reddit, Tumblr, Insta, Twitter, FB, other?)

I would say AO3, because I was on there reading people's fics for a long time before I started following their links to tumblr.

What’s your favourite now? 

Tumblr!

Which mutual have you known the longest in the fandom?

@the-rat-wins for sure, but also @wideblueskies @damnnmilkovich @grumblesandmumbles @beckyharvey29 @mimilaroo and a few others that aren't really active anymore

Which tumblerino’s did you have your first fandom crush(es) on and want to get to know?

I'm so bad at like, retaining what I thought of people before I get to know them? But I'm pretty sure I got @the-rat-wins to follow me back by photoshopping a picture of Cam and Noel at an event together? I absolutely remember thinking I wanted to be friends and what makes better friends than a creepy little photo manip gift?

First Gallavich fan fic you read (or that blew you away that you remember)

I have no idea, I read so much fic. Here are my old rec rambles.

First Fan art that blew your mind? 

Most likely @luluxa 's art of Mickey...

Fanfic trope that you were sure wasn’t for you but now you low key (or high key) love?

Not sure if there is one, I have tried most tropes just to check them out, and I have liked tropes I don't normally like when it's just the once and it's done in some interesting or particularly skillful way, but I don't think I've ever done a 180 on something? I suppose! I usually start out only reading canon compliant fic when I'm first entering a fandom. Then I will either run out of steam or start reading AU, or fully just transition to only reading AU (which is what happened with Shameless, more or less). So I normally start out not liking AUs and then given enough time and steam, I will make AUs my whole personality.

What surprised you most about this fandom?

I'm really surprised by what it has become, it's so nice to see all the crafts and community building that's going on here every week, and how nice and drama free (from my vantage point anyway) it has become, in the last few years. I'm not very good at participating, but I really want to because it feels like such an open and welcoming and community-focused space.

Moment in the show (or YT vids if you’re one of those) that you fell in hyperfixation with Gallavich?

I had zero context for this scene when I first saw it, but oh. My god.

Ian or Mickey?

Uuuuuuh I mean. Ian.

Which Gallagher or Milkovich are you? 

Probably Liam haha?

Do you want to answer some q:s? Consider yourself tagged!

[pompomtheprincess05]

Vocaloid eating their desgnated character items (idk what else to call them)

So this has been on my mind for a while, so like Hatsune Miku eating a leek or Kaito eating ice cream is something normal to me, Megurine Luka eating tuna also is something I can comprehend, however her eating octopus is wrong in my eyes because of Tako Luka being like her pet, I remember seeing an illustration at one point (I think it was on Pinterest) of her making takoyaki, and that was off putting for me.

But then just today I found a video on youtube from one of those Japanese talkloid cooking chanels that mostly featured Yuzuki Yukari, and I watched most of them and thought that they were cute and intresting until the one I found about her cooking and eating a rabbit, Yukari eating a rabbit is so wrong to me because I always thought of her as someone who takes care of rabbits, like a rabbit whisperer. I could never imagine her eating basically her own kind, that's like Mew eating cats or Dex eating dogs or Lily eating bees (do people eat bees?).

And then theres the thought of Flower eating plants, it's not off putting to me but it's more of a hilarious thought considering well... Her name.

Lastly about Oliver, simular to Luka, the idea of him eating birds is freakish because of his pet bird James, but I'm sure you guys know that there's a song where he eats a tarantula, and the thought of eating a tarantula is gross to most people because of how they're viewed by the public, and let's not forget the famous Ghost song where he eats dirt, eating dirt is something that little kids do (my brother ate grass when he was litlle) but most people know that dirt isn't something that humans should be eating, so Oliver eating tarantulas and dirt are more of just a meme because come on, it's so absured.

I would like to know your thoughts on this.

[rolandrockover]

Paul's Balls-in-the-Zipper Voice (Special)

Donington, Monsters of Rock 1988

Kiss' or rather Paul's performance of Strutter at the Monsters of Rock Festival in Donington in 1988 is regularly spit out in popular polls on fan forums, especially when it comes to determining one's vocal best performance as precisely as possible based on a certain representation of a certain era of the band.

And that's pretty hard stuff, as I would like to point out, because I personally always find such a result a little thought-provoking, as my Paul's Balls-in-the-Zipper column owes its name to precisely this appearance.

I can't remember exactly when I first consciously saw and heard this one version of Strutter in today's context, maybe five or six years ago on Youtube, who can say for sure in this age of the internet. I can only remember being pretty sure that I clicked on a video with the title "Kiss Strutter Live Donington 1988" or something similarly unambiguous (1).

I can also remember just as clearly how the further the video progressed, the more unsure I became as to whether it was actually Kiss I was watching, and not in fact a mis-tagged band like Poison or some other shrill-squealing contemporary hair metal band. You have to understand, the picture quality really wasn't the best (2), but my ears still worked without the slightest problem.

Needless to say these doubts only grew in me after I made sure that I hadn't accidentally switched the video to increased speed replay beforehand.

And only then did I take a closer look at the figures jumping around on the stage. Blurry figures with curly long black hair: Check! A drum kit with a good half meter of swirling curls and a round traffic sign with a Japanese symbol on the bass drum: Check! Gene in all black leather gear trying to hump his staccato McBrown bass in routine leg-spreading rock-it poses: Check! Bruce Kulick confidently and casually immersed in his guitar playing and strolling across the stage with playful ease: Check!

But there was this other figure, dressed in white sporty clothes, armed with one of those not really shapely headless Steinberg guitars of that late 80s period that Paul had been photographed with on one occasion or another (3). And I admit, it could well have been Paul, but, it sounded nothing like him.

Maybe it was just the sound engineers having a nasty little joke that everyone but me had missed, but could that really be the case? And so it actually went on for the entire video, until it gradually but inevitably dawned on me: Yep, that's actually Paul, and not Vince Neil after some hardcore vocal training, or a similar figure in a black wig.

Well, and now you know the whole story.

And should this not be the truth in all truthfulness, and I shout this to the heavens with a raised fist, may I jam my balls in my zipper every day for the rest of my life when I get dressed, or undressed!

As my name is Roland Rockover!

Side Note:

(1) The complete concert of their Monsters of Rock performance in Schweinfurth '88, however, was shown on German cable television a few days before Christmas. My mother spontaneously and secretly recorded it on video and surprised me with it, unsuspectingly, the day before Christmas Eve. God bless her immortal soul.

(2) I think I even managed to find this YouTube video again. It's a good five years old, so that should work.

(3) I think Paul had mentioned at some point that he had played these things for hip health reasons, as they were considerably lighter than the classic models he was used to.

Strutter (Live at Donington, 1988)

[ordinaryschmuck]

Good things that happened today:

Started watching Luke Cage (I'll start My Hero Acadamia after finishing Luke Cage Season One, buddy), and I remembered just how good Mike Colter is as Luke Cage. He looks the part and plays it well, being the best part of a slow start to a series.

FINALLY downloaded FireAlpaca onto my new computer. I'll start drawing again after I finish writing up my last two parts for my "Why I Love The Owl House" review, but it's good that I made this important step.

After a LONG, hot, stressful day at work, I ended my shift by giving groceries to these customers who had a dog in their back seat. And he just laid there like a good boy, sniffing the groceries and letting me pet him to my heart's content. It was a much needed reward after a bad day.

New Ultimate Spider-Man came out and I am INTRIGUED and FASCINATED by the possibilities surrounding Peter and Harry's AIs and what it could mean to the future of this series.

Finally finished talking about one theme and should be able to start the next tomorrow. I REALLY need to focus on working on those if I want to start drawing again, so I'm going to find a way to lock myself in and do the work whenever I can.

Good things about me:

I know when to get serious and when to do things right.

I also know when to let myself relax. I can't do much good work if I'm burnt out to the point where I can barely concentrate.

I know how to improve myself in little ways in which it's important, like watching ONE episode of Luke Cage instead of two so I could have more time to focus on other projects. I just need to keep telling myself to focus on it instead of going to YouTube or Twitter for that one video to give my brain serotonin or whatever.

I'm steadily improving myself in little ways, even if it's not BIG improvements like I want, it's still enough.

I am a good person and I am doing my best to prove that.