#and autofilled the rest lol

[crehador]

was scrolling a bit too fast when i first saw the new battle song title announcements and idk something about the font made me read last man standing, out of harmony, and SUCK MY DICK

[thesmollestsnek]

Poison the data.

They say ai is coming for you.

For your art

For your writing

For your very soul.

An artist can glaze

Or watermark

Or add filters

But what

About

Writing?

Writers cannot protect themselves that way

No changes subtle enough

To fool an ai but not

A living

Human.

And so, there’s nothing for it.

We must poison their data

Fill up their samples with trash

So there’s nothing there of worth for them

To steal.

. . .

They are not the same person as.

For me they

For me and

For me they are.

An absolute pleasure to

Or a

Or a Friend

But I

About

Writing?

Writers are the most important people

No matter what they

To do with their work or

A job

Human.

And I, too much to say.

We are all human beings

Fill the void with the same

So we can be happy and happy and

To be.

[claypigeonpottery]

hey did you end up flagging the bite marks on that fun mug? 😃

(I’m going to guess you meant glazing? autofill and autocorrect really don’t like a lot of pottery terms)

I haven’t yet! it hasn’t been through the kiln yet. it’ll probably be a couple months before it’s finished. I like to glaze and fire when I have about 50 pieces, and I’m at 14 so far

I do plan to glaze the bite marks, but with a matte glaze, so they won’t be shiny but the rest of the mug will be. hopefully that’ll give me the right effect. since it’s a mug, I’d really like it to be food safe lol

[whiskeysmulti]

[Iean ] sender slowly leans into receiver's shoulde and rests there for a while ((Ooc: I don't have autofill passwords on mobile, and forgot the password to Kyoko's blog lol. I feel I'll forget to send after work so I gotta do it now... let's pretend I sent this via Kyoko's blog- for Tsuna))

PROMPTS FOR FEELING SAFE / EXPRESSING COMFORT- no longer accepting!

If there was one thing he wasn't afraid of, it was dying to protect her. Thankfully though everyone had survived the future and made it back safely. Tsuna was a man who couldn't stand the thought of losing the precious bonds he'd fought so hard to obtain as it was. They both were tired, he knew this was coming. It didn't take more than a glance at Kyoko to notice her head was drooping slowly closer to his shoulder. He wouldn't move. She looked too peaceful to disturb. Instead, Tsuna slowly and carefully leaned in just enough to leave a light kiss on her forehead before he whispered. "Rest well, Kyoko-chan."

@idolkyokosasagawa

[faffreux]

My brain autofilled on your strawberry shortcake post and for a solid minute I thought you were just eating half of the parfait and dunking the rest on yourself with the energy of a hedgehog discovering a frog

OH MY GOD LMAO

i mean heck, that DOES sound like something I'd do (alas, I value my clothing and skin enough not to dump dairy on it. that would get nasty so fast LOL)

fun fact bc i'm reminded... did you know that all the 'pies' in clown pie fights are actually made of shaving cream? clown costumes in the circus were/are often really expensive and real whipped cream would yellow and stain (and smell after a while) so they quickly learned that the right whipped consistency of shaving soap could emulate the look of a real pie really well!

sincerely, somebody who went to (and misses) clown school and will always be a goofball at heart bc of it

[sunnysideggs]

OOO I do love your colorful but still cohesive palette, fun!! It's all more subdued so they look cool together even with all of the different colors. The song and animal ones kinda pop out of the dull colors the rest of mine have lol. Wasn't expecting my name-core to autofill after like 2 letters because my name is fairly unique. I was able to find a pic that has most of the colors in my colorful phone case.

@lokiscauldron @sunb0ts @birdsnbats

Hi my friends! I am both interested about my moots and need a fun distraction in my life right now. That means a tag game>:3 MWAHHAHAH those who get tagged are invited to answer there questions below ⬇️ I’ll start!

Go to Pinterest and Search:

1. Color of your phone case + aesthetic

2. Fave animal + aesthetic

3. Name + core

4. Favorite movie + aesthetic

5. Name of favorite song + aesthetic

6. Your birth month + core

Tags!: @gunnrblze @lemonqii @bellspun @spicelold @milkteaarttime @imagoddamnonionmason

[llazyneiph]

Can't believe I'm making another post about Adf*y in 2021 but here we go...

I'm sure you all know the new adf*y page which (i'm pretty sure) adf*y skipper can't skip anymore, the one where it asks to send notifications and won't let you proceed until you let them send notifications.

I accidentally just allowed one of these notifications (not at home and using a janky mouse on a pillow, keeps going crazy), so I immediately headed to my chrome settings to get rid of it.

I'm going through blocking everything before I delete it (just so I feel better about it truly being gone lol) and I see this:

I'm thinking, what the hell is a payment handler and why is it set to allow?? That super doesn't sound good... And after some googling I find yeah, it's probably not great.

So, what's a payment handler? Basically, it's when google saves your payment details to autofill later on when you're making an online purchase. So that includes your credit card, debit card, paypal, ect, details. (Source - askcybersecurity.com) Now these are usually fine on legitimate sites but this site specifically:

You just google 'christianivory.pro' and every result is how to get rid of it because it's malware. (That picture was after I cleared the cookies it had already stored, no idea what they were)

(btw, I wouldn't recommend clicking on any of these since malware/viruses are often hidden behind fake anti-malware ads/programs)

Luckily I don't keep any of my payment details saved so I'm pretty sure I'm fine after deleting it and MalwareBytes or Windows Defender hasn't detected anything. I can't say for sure what it would have done if I hadn't of deleted it, it seems to mostly be notification spam but the fact that it was trying to access my payment methods doesn't sound all that great. Even if having the payment methods allowed doesn't do shit, I've had money stolen from me through an adf*y virus before (source - my tumblr)

Like I said, I'm pretty sure I got lucky because I don't save those things but I'm going to offer a hypothetical situation which could be extremely likely in our community specifically;

Lets say I'm a 14 year old simmer who uses their parents computer to play the sims. I've recently discovered custom content and my favourite creator uses adf*y, but since I'm young and new to the community I have no idea that adf*y can be bad and I trust this creator so they would never link me to anything that could harm my computer... right? So I accept that adf*y notification and don't think anything of it, I get the CC I really like and I'm happy. But that notification I just accepted has saved my parents credit card details. I'm sure you can guess where the rest of this situation goes.

So this is me, creator to creator, telling you need to stop. I know finding a source of income can be awful right now, but your source of income could be coming at the expense of someone else who did not agree to this.

If you think your content is worth a price then I urge you to start a Patreon, Ko-Fi or even a paypal because these are platforms that are safe for both parties and are OPTIONAL. Adf*y is not optional for the downloader.

Stop putting the younger and more susceptible people in our community at risk. As creators it is likely that we gain a larger following so stop taking advantage of that. Especially if you're older or are someone who preaches the safety of our younger members in this space, step up and actually practice what you fucking preach instead of just saying it for likes and reblogs.

I am genuinely sick of this, I've been in this community for over half a goddamn decade now and I've posted before about adf*y, as have dozens of other people and this shit is STILL happening.

I am so close to wiping my old laptop and recording myself going through creators adf*y links and downloading as many malicious things as I can JUST to prove to people that adf*y is not safe. And no, I wouldn't blur out blog names, I would specifically be calling people out on their shit. This isn't just petty simblr drama, this can actually affect peoples lives.

TL:DR;

It's Adf*y?? We all know it's bad, stop using it for the sake of our community members!?? I'm gonna start calling people out for pretty soon?? STOP PISSING WHERE YOU EAT

how to remove notifications on chrome:

Checking/removing payment methods on chrome:

I'm sure there are some of you who will take issue with my post for whatever reason so:

1. Don't comment saying that we should just keep downloading however many adfl*y skippers or avoidant addons or be careful about what we click, that is not the point of this post. We shouldn't HAVE to do that just to get cc, and new/young community members DON'T KNOW THIS.

2. SimGuruDrake explicitly saying creators cannot use permanent paywalls

source (sims forums)

video on adf*y (old but still relevant info)

video (this dude basically just speedruns getting malware from link shorteners and the ads on the sites lol)

[freewayshark]

Fuck It Friday

Tagged by @gayhoediaz ✌🏻

Keeping my tradition of giving you a whole chunk of something I wrote and then abandoned lol. Started this way back in October 2021 for Halloween, but very quickly realized that while I actually really love this opening, it is extremely not the tone the rest of the fic would’ve taken—I actually shared a later scene back then, if anyone who’s been following me that long remembers, and it was much lighter in tone. So not wanting to change the beginning and not wanting to change the rest I just kind of. Quit. But I think about it every once in a while, so maybe one day I’ll crack it. But for now, have the opening.

Tagging the usual suspects up here since the rest is under a cut: @rewritetheending @fiona-fififi @comaboybuck @elvensorceress @sibylsleaves @eddiequinns @alyxmastershipper @achillesbuck @clusterbuck @ajunerose @wandiinha retroactively adding @megsvstheworld because I couldn’t remember your new url and tumblr wouldn’t autofill it and then I…forgot to go back and add it rip sorry

Oh, and fyi? This is kind of gory

Buck comes to in the back of the ambulance, lurching up with a hungry gasp.

It’s a good thing, too, because he looks down at his chest just in time to watch the ragged claw marks seal themselves up and fade into pale pink lines, and that probably would’ve been hard to explain at the hospital.

“What the fuck,” Hen breathes.

“Buck,” Eddie gasps, his voice raw like he’d been screaming, and the last several minutes come back to Buck in a blur of pain and motion.

They’d been called to an empty warehouse, the caller not giving much information past “massive blood loss” and “hurry,” so they’d had no idea what they’d be walking into.

Buck’s not sure there were any words that could’ve prepared them.

It was like walking into a horror movie. Buck has seen a lot of blood, and gore, and death in his time as a firefighter, but this…

He could smell blood in the air, so thick the taste was on his tongue. He saw Hen actually cover her mouth like she might be about to gag, something he’d never seen her do.

Worse somehow than the smell and the taste was the sight.

He’d never seen someone in so many pieces. There are so many pieces he’s not even sure if it is just one person. But no matter the number they are far beyond the 118’s help.

It took every ounce of willpower he could muster to not turn tail and run back to the safety of their vehicles.

“Was… Was there an explosion?” Eddie asked hesitantly, eyes searching for any evidence to back that up.

Even Bobby looked shaken as he turned back to them. “Something’s very wrong here, let’s move back to the truck and call in LAPD-“

Whatever he was about to say next was cut short when something massive and grey came out of nowhere and slammed into him, and everything from that moment until he woke up in the ambulance is a confusing blur that he has to be getting wrong.

Because he remembers some sort of… creature. Like a wolf, but so much larger, with teeth and claws that tore at them like sharp knives.

“You stopped breathing,” Eddie says now, almost an accusation, the sound bringing Buck back to the present.

“I’m breathing now,” he assures him, swallowing thickly at the haunted look in his boyfriend’s eyes.

“Uh, guys,” Chim says, and the tone of his voice gets their attention immediately. He’s staring down at his arm, the uniform sleeve shredded to bits.

“Is it worse than we thought?” Hen demands, shifting out of shock at Buck’s rapid recovery and into paramedic mode.

“No,” he says at Hen grabs his arm and starts to assess. “There’s nothing there.”

“What?” Eddie demands.

“That fucking whatever the fuck it was bit me right here on the arm, but it’s gone.”

“That’s not possible,” Hen says, her voice shaky even as she wipes the blood off his arm and reveals unbroken skin.

“And Buck sitting up right when I thought we were about to have to call time of death is, Hen?”

“Time of death…?” Buck mumbles faintly, but other than Eddie’s hand grasping his wrist tightly his words go unnoticed.

“We- we were just wrong, about how severe his wounds were-“

“How’s your leg, Hen?”

Hen stops, her jaw working. “It’s fine.”

“Funny, because I know I saw-“

“Hey,” Eddie snaps, voice quiet, eyes darting towards the cab. “We need to table this. Hen, alert the driver and the hospital that it was a false alarm, Chim, get Bobby on the radio so he knows Buck’s ok.”

Buck feels like he’s tuning in and out. The image of that creature is seared into his brain, the fact that it bit Chim, maybe Hen too, the way they’ve all healed.

It can’t be possible.

But he knows the creature he saw was a wolf. Much bigger than any he’s ever seen before, but a wolf nonetheless.

“Werewolf,” he breathes, eyes wide.

Eddie releases his hold on Buck’s wrist in favor of his hand. “Hey, you’re ok,” he says, and only then does Buck realize he was on the verge of hyperventilating.

“How bad was I hurt?” He asks quietly.

Eddie looks away. “Buck…”

“Eddie, please, I need to know. How bad was it?”

A war plays out in a matter of seconds on Eddie’s face, and then it looks like he has to steel himself. “You were… eviscerated. It was…” he trails off, shaking his head. “Suffice to say it’s a miracle we even got you in the ambulance alive.”

Buck doesn’t know what to do with that. He’s faced death before, but that… He brushes it aside because he has to. “And you? You’re ok?”

Eddie huffs a bitter laugh. “Yeah, I just have some scratches on my back. Somebody had to play hero and put himself in front of me even though that thing had already knocked him on his ass,” he says, a bit of an edge in his voice.

Buck doesn’t remember doing it but he doesn’t have to to know it’s true. “And Bobby?”

“Bit banged up. You’re the only one that was seriously hurt.”

“What happened to it? The were- the creature?” He can’t bring himself to say werewolf again. It makes him sound crazy, even if that’s all this night has turned out to be.

“Ran off. I cracked its skull with my Haligan so I don’t know if it got far.” Eddie looks at the shredded remnants of Buck’s shirt. “Actually, I guess it’s probably fine.”

Buck shudders to think of that thing still out there, after the sight they found and what it did to him.

“Buck, talk to Cap, tell him you’re ok.” Chimney interjects, sounding frustrated.

Buck takes the offered radio. “Hey Cap, I’m fine,”

“What the hell, Buck? You were… You-“

“I know. But I’m fine now, promise. You’ll see for yourself back at the station.”

“Are you sure you don’t need a hospital?”

“I’m sure. We’ll see you at the station.”

——

The perils of a modern design incorporating glass instead of proper walls is there’s nowhere to go to not be gawked at when everyone is nothing but torn clothes and bloodstains.

“Roof,” Bobby said after taking in the sight of them. His eyes lingered on the scraps of fabric hanging across Buck’s chest, like he hadn’t believed he was ok until he’s seeing it.

Buck gets it. He’s still trying to wrap his head around it.

They file out on the roof, Eddie staying glued to Buck’s side, but it’s not like he minds, he can’t imagine not feeling untethered with all that’s happening right now.

Bobby’s still looking at him like he might vanish.

“I’m fine,” he insists.

“Not that I’m complaining, but how?”

“Cap… Did you get bitten, or scratched?” Chimney ventures.

Bobby’s brow furrows. “I think it scratched me, on the shoulder,” he answers, tugging at a tear in his uniform to look at his skin underneath. “I don’t see anything, must not have broken the skin.”

The rest of them exchange a glance, and Chim takes the lead again. “Then why is there blood on your uniform?”

“It’s probably Buck’s, what is going on?”

“We were all bitten or scratched. But all the wounds have healed,” Buck answers. They’d checked Hen’s leg and Eddie’s back on the way back to the station, all there was were the faintest of marks, almost impossible to see if you didn’t know exactly where to look.

“That’s impossible. We must’ve all just thought we were wounded,” Bobby argues, not sounding convinced of his own words.

“You saw Buck. He was… He stopped breathing, in the ambulance, but then he started healing, rapidly. I saw it with my own eyes,” Hen admits.

“Maybe we were dosed with something. A hallucinogen at the scene.”

[aces-to-apples]

“King of the Damned” 7 and 14 for the ask meme

Ask meme

7: Where did the title come from?

Lol that came from me needing to give the series a name and typing in "king of" and then my fingers autofilling the rest. To this day I don't know why they didn't write "the hill" but at the time it seemed appropriate and also really really funny. Because Jesse absolutely is.

14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?

Maul/Clones rights!......lmao I'm 100% kidding, I didn't even ship them when I started writing. I had no plan to make it romantic, but then I also had no plan to continue past the first chapter. Except then that thing happened, which I certainly didn't know about beforehand, and now it has spiraled entirely out of my control and can other people please write JesseMaul?? The MaulRex Circus can only do so much 😔

[phanomeheart]

do u have any recs for good omens blogs or fics?

Anon, I have SO MANY good omens fic recs!

I’m gonna put them under the cut, but this inspired me to finally make a spreadsheet of recs that will autofill from my master spreadsheet of GO fic with fics I’ve finished and recommend.

On to some specific recs, if you’re not wanting over 150 fics to wade through:

First and foremost, I have to rec the first good omens fic I ever read, Salinity (And Other Measurements of Brackish Water) by @drawlight. This fic made me go from adamantly insisting I wasn’t going to get into good omens fic yet cuz I still had to finish my thesis to now having read 245 fics in less than 2 months (send help). I’m going to go ahead and rec all of their fics and can so far personally attest to the brilliance and soul crushing beauty of: Quiet Light, Ad Astra, Alegría, and I Will Get Up Now And Go About The City. I consistently need a minumum of 24 hours to recover after reading something of theirs.

The rest, in no particular order:

small infinities and all that (M, 13.2k) by @billypotts: And there it is, isn’t it? Something they’ve known for a long time, but haven’t named it. Have been too scared to name it. Something that speaks in their bones, in the space between them. Crowley and Aziraphale are turned human. This is the aftermath.

lit in the darkness (M, 40.5k) by ToEdenandBackAgain: Aziraphale returns to Crowley's flat for the night after Armageddon. After all, it's hardly the first time they've shared sleeping arrangements. Or: Times throughout history Crowley and Aziraphale have shared a bed.

Something We Were Withholding Made Us Weak (M 17.1k) by triedunture: "Yes, exactly. Retire." Aziraphale reaches for the last remaining tartlet brimming with summer berries. "Somewhere along the south coast, perhaps." Or: Crowley and Aziraphale learn to move in tandem.

all i need, darling, is a life in your shape (G, 14.2k) by @mortuarybees: After everything, Aziraphale and Crowley, by unspoken agreement, begin sharing their lives. 

Something to do with these sacred words (T, 11.k) by Solshine: Crowley confesses early, and Crowley confesses often. Aziraphale never knows quite what to say.

Anywhere You Want to Go (E, 9.9k) by Aria: Aziraphale knew Crowley liked him. He'd known it with a horrible clarity since around 1100, which was at least a thousand years after the first time he'd thought of kissing Crowley, and some eight hundred and odd before it occurred to him that the specific quality of Crowley's regard could be very dangerous for both of them, if they actually admitted their feelings aloud. It was also two weeks since any of that had mattered at all anymore.

Slow (T, 9.4k) by @theirdarkreturning: It started like this: A boy with the ability to warp reality met an angel and a demon and he made assumptions. You might say it started like this: An angel and a demon found a marriage contract hung on the wall of the angel's bookshop. They didn't question it. It also could have started like this: Once upon a time, the angel told the demon he went too fast. The demon took it to heart. Aziraphale and Crowley find themselves somehow married. Crowley fears going too fast. Aziraphale forges ahead. Neither know how to ask questions of each other.

At Least Eleven Second First Times (M, 8.8k) by enjambament: Aziraphale deals with the consequences of having a brand new body after he'd broken the last one in for 6,000 years. Crowley helps. Taking a drunk-on-life Aziraphale on an impromptu road trip through French wine country to the North of Spain for a beach holiday is definitely helping, right?

An Angel who did not so much Fall In Love as Settle Into It Gradually (G, 7.5k) by @theladyzephyr: “Why does it bother you?” Crowley asked. “Even if you can’t get to them in time to wipe their memories, it’s not like anyone’d believe them. Kid goes running to her mum saying Ooh, I’ve just seen a bloke with three heads and a sixteen-foot wingspan, what do you think’s going to happen? Chances are they’ll just pat her on the shoulder and tell her what a vivid imagination she’s got.”“That’s not what worries me,” said Aziraphale.

it's the light (it's the obstacle that casts it) (T, 5.8k) by Handful_of_Silence: It's like having a curtain pulled back on something he wasn't expecting to see. A surprise punch-and-judy at an up-scale restaurant, a lobster thermidor when he's ordered an ale.Crowley's gleefully trying to wrap his head around the fact that Aziraphale is speaking Polari. Because of course he is. Or: The Patron Saint of London's LGBT Community is real, and he lives in Soho.

every angel is terrifying (T, 4.8k) by punkfaery: “Why does it bother you?” Crowley asked. “Even if you can’t get to them in time to wipe their memories, it’s not like anyone’d believe them. Kid goes running to her mum saying Ooh, I’ve just seen a bloke with three heads and a sixteen-foot wingspan, what do you think’s going to happen? Chances are they’ll just pat her on the shoulder and tell her what a vivid imagination she’s got.” “That’s not what worries me,” said Aziraphale.

a city wall and a trampoline (T, 4.7k) by kafkian: In their cottage in the South Downs, when Crowley eventually succeeds in getting Aziraphale to use a laptop, it takes Aziraphale literal hours to get past the default Windows screensavers of picturesque locations because 'oh, look, isn't it lovely, Crowley!' 5 times Crowley knows he’s in love with Aziraphale + 1 time he knows the reverse.

Morning Has Broken (T, 3.9k) by @dwarven-beard-spores: The year is 1972 and the last surviving member of Aziraphale’s gentleman’s club has passed away. (Warning for this one: heavy discussions of death and mourning. These are things I normally avoid for personal reasons, but this fic was gorgeous and just the right kind of painful on this topic for me.)

Love Hath Made Thee a Tame Snake (E, 3.5k) by @thehoyden: He was the bloody Serpent of Eden, and he wasn’t going to stand for this kind of flagrant trespassing.

An Invitation You Can't Decline (E, 2k) by @thehoyden: “I have standards,” Aziraphale huffed.“Don’t I know it,” Crowley sighed. And then, like he’d done it a hundred times before, he covered Aziraphale’s hand with his.

You, Soft and Only (E, 9.4k) by @thehoyden: He hadn’t expected a sudden lapful of angel.“Very sorry about this,” Aziraphale said, and kissed him.

the deft, sweet gesture of your hand (E, 12.1k) by @mortuarybees: Crowley arrives injured at Aziraphale's door. He takes care of him, reads him an awful lot of Mary Oliver, and knits elaborate metaphors for his insecurities (literally).

the technology is neutral (E, 6.9k) by @deputychairman: “Stand up?” he echoed, incredulous but too undone by sensation to express the full force of his disbelief. “I can barely even remember my own name after that, and you want me to stand up?”“Your name is Anthony J Crowley, apparently, although you never did tell me what the J stood for so I can’t help you there,” he said, not hiding his smile. “Do stand up, I promise you’ll like it.”

Sudden and Surprising Moments of Overwhelming Affection (G, 2.7K) by @forineffablereasons: Aziraphale has not shut up in thirty-four minutes. Crowley’s been counting.

get religion quick (cause you're looking divine) (G, 4.3k) by @brinnanza: So it was fine. Even if Crowley couldn’t love him, he clearly liked him well enough, and that was almost the same thing.It no doubt would have continued to be fine, or at least fine-adjacent, were it not for a narrowly averted apocalypse and several bottles of a really quite nice Riesling Aziraphale had found in the back room of his newly restored bookshop.

Wings and How to Hide Them (M, 10.1k) by triedunture: Crowley's been annoyingly in love for six thousand years. What's another lifetime between friends? Or: Aziraphale definitely fucks and isn't that just perfect?

i know i've kissed you before (but i didn't do it right) (G, 4.8k) by @gallantrejoinder: They'd given it a go once. Ages ago. And they'd both agreed it wasn't for them.

I’ll cut myself off there, but the Good Omens fandom is distressingly full of amazing fic, and there are so many more I love too (see the spreadsheet)! All of the above fics have personally ruined me and I cannot rec them highly enough. Don’t forget to leave a comment if you feel up to it! 

In terms of blogs, I don’t know that I’m a great source for that, but some blogs I follow: @rafaelafranzen, @forineffablereasons, @drawlight, @thehoyden. I’m realizing that’s really it on the primarily GO focused blogs. I also have a GO sideblog, @sansevieriatri, but I don’t know if I’d rec it, as it’s mostly me reblogging art and fic I love and screaming about it in the tags (so basically like this blog).

Thanks for the ask! I enjoyed this more than I think probably anyone else will, lol. (Also, my constant disclaimer, if I’ve made any mistakes let me know.)

[proxysart-retired]

Bc there is no Gravityhacker fanfics yet I resorted to making a computer write one for me by typing in the first sentence and having it autofill the rest. SO I present to you, THE FIRST GRAVITYHACKER FANFIC , WRITTEN BY A COMPUTER:

LOL. Go here to try it yourself 😁 :

https://talktotransformer.com/

[canaryatlaw]

okay, I’m tired so let’s go. today was fine, not terribly interesting but not boring at least. I woke up at 10:30 and grabbed my computer while also getting dressed. The Chris Hemsworth photo ops for Ace Midwest were going on sale at 11 and his shit’s been selling out in like less than a minute so I was super prepared to go lol. all that practice doing it for concert tickets has got me really good at it, as soon as it turned 11 I refreshed the page and clicked it, and I have all the billing info on autofill so I was in and out in like, 10 seconds lol. so that’s another $200 down the drain, but I mean, it’s Chris Hemsworth, I can’t pass up the opportunity to get a photo with him. so that was a good start at least. As soon as that was done I got an uber to my allergist appointment for 12 because it’s a bit of a hike. got there in good time, got my shots, only had to wait 30 minutes now so that’s good, then took another uber back up north to where my psychiatrist’s office is. my appointment with him wasn’t till 2:30 and I ended up getting dropped off at like 1:30, but it didn’t make sense to go home in between and there’s a whole foods across the street so I just went in there and got some pizza for lunch. Returned to the doctors office when it was time for my appointment. so this was the big deal about telling him about my sleep being bad and feeling more depressed. so we talked about it, I’m still not like super comfortable with him just because it hasn’t been that long that I’ve been going to him and idk if I can really trust his judgment on things. We opted to not switch any medications (thankfully, because that’s really the last thing I want to do) but to add Seroquel which is supposed to help with sleep and stuff, so hopefully that will work. Once I finished there I took another uber to Target to get my prescriptions that he called in, I spent a while wandering around the store while they got them ready but didn’t actually buy anything so that’s a win IMO. Ubered home from there, still no work to do so I ended up just chilling for the rest of the night, netflix ran out of things that are interesting me for now so I went back over to amazon prime video and finished watch Good Omens. I liked it a lot, the first two episodes left me kinda lost as to where they were going with this but I got it as we went on. Once I finished that I switched over to the news and then watched Jimmy Kimmel for a while before showering and starting to get ready for bed, and now I’m here and my eyes want to be shut which is probably due to the Seroquel so that’s probably a good thing and I should go to bed so that’s what I’m going to do now. Goodnight babes. Hope your week’s going well so far.

[prisperview]

Need to add a read more but I’m on mobile. Long rant. Scroll past it. It’s about religion.

I still love the members of my church but I don’t think I’m supposed to be there anymore :/ i miss God. Like I know he’s here (hey how you today) but I need to rediscover his love for me like o thought I knew when I was 5. Then lost when I was 8 and everything was replaced with fear. And then regained (?) when I was 12. Then realized there was still a barrier when I was 18. Hmmm my relationship with him isn’t about people and that’s why I took a step away in the first place. I realized that every time I set foot in church (the building) I felt pressured to perform. There was one day that instead of our regular college service, everyone played volleyball or talked to friends or something else. Except me. I sat on the side while everyone else did things and hurt my cheeks forcing myself to smile at all the appropriate moments so I wouldn’t seem like I wasn’t having fun. But the thing is. I was perfectly content sitting out. I just didn’t want people to worry about me sitting out. And then when I finally realized I wasn’t having a good time I forced myself to stay there. When I first came to the college ministry I had to force myself there. And that was okay at the time. I needed community and a place to worship/learn. But as the weeks went on, a whole year and a half passed, I realized I’d never stopped forcing myself to go. It should have became easier to be around them. In a sense that we should have been comfortable with each other. But I’m still intimidated by some of the girls. Always wanting to please and such. So in the summer after the entire group took time away from meeting for camps/retreats and stuff, I stopped going. Partially bc my summer class had started and I had no time. Also bc the group if been with seemed to be disbanding (everyone was getting married lol). That first week I was gone I didn’t receive the “we missed you at small group :)” text that was always sent out to people that weren’t there. I was sooool relieved. It was like confirmation that I wasn’t responsible for their experience at church. Which duh of course I’m not but something in my mind said I was. I’d been going so they wouldn’t have to worry and send that text. So I only went 2 more times. Once when school started and I tried to through myself back in. Another time after a friend’s wedding when I promised I’d be there. The people attending had changed which is fine and good. People have lives and they find this place and leave this place. But I had changed my life by then. From August to December my relationship with someone was radically different. And it was important. I had changed my life but still returned to the same place. And I’ve always said that the best form of self care is refusing to return to a place where you were hurt. (Which I tell myself is why it’s okay another friend isn’t talking to me but that’s another rant) I wasnt hurt by them specifically. BY THEM. I was hurting bc of my perception of them: wanting to please and appear okay all the time. Hiding the things I didn’t want to expose. That’s on ME. I had a fear of them. And that’s always been my problem. With strangers, but mainly with people like my parents and God. I fear the consequences and shame and possibly being disowned over trusting in their love for me. I should have made that love the root of my relationship but it never took hold. Perfect love should cast out fear but all I’ve been is afraid. Walking on eggshells to satisfy expectations.

About two months ago I got a letter/postcard from the college minister saying that it was good to see me back in December. It was so nice that he’d handwritten it and sent it to me. Then a month ago, I got another from the small group I attended the last time I went. All the girls signed it. It wasn’t MY group that I was used to but a hybrid kinda. I knew all of the names though. And later on in the week, they added me to the group chat. So now they’re thinking of me. Which I don’t want haha. I told them I’m not attending bc I work at that time which is true. Or was at first. But now it’s a bit more as we can tell from this merry go rant.

I’m not 2. Or 8 or even 17. Not the same. The church.. I don’t know if I can still call it home. But I do want to call God hone again. Or not again maybe for the first time and truly experience what that safe place, refuge can be in Him. Hmmm.

There are other things. Other facets that made me stop attending like the work I put in to be presentable/up to standards for Sunday morning service. And the fact that we had a pastor switch. And that my last friend went away to college and she’s always keeping tabs on me. Things like that. I thought I’d go back once I got over all of that. I guess I’m typing this out bc I had s dream that I wore that new dress I got to a church event (volley ball competition ironically) but I forgot to shave my legs. It’s something I’d always stressed about. In the dream, I got stares but then everyone put in that face of “I judged you and realized I did so now I’m gonna be intentionally nonjudgmental” I left the dream-game early and found myself talking to another girl. I didn’t know her but she seemed to be the main character of the book I’m reading, Marin. She said she rest through Acts accidentally as a child. We were walking through a field with tracks all around, the kind that are made when someone walks the same path. They were apparently from the small group when they would read the Bible there and pace back and forth while they read. Anyway in the field there were dandelions that you make wishes on. The girl/ Marin said something about Acts saying something about having one at a time. But she said when she blew away the flower tufts she always did two at a time no matter what. I remember bending down to blow away two and it feeling right. I can’t interpret dreams but I know it means something. Hmmm. Haha my keyboard wants to autofill the start of every sentence with hmmm.

This is long but I’m going to keep this. I can look back on it bc it’s feelings/abtractness I hadn’t put into words yet. So if I ever want to explain to that group I have this.

If anyone reads this oh you poor soul I’m sorry. But if you do, know that God really loves. We get things so twisted sometimes (we = people in organized religion). Please. And thank you.

[mello-maniac]

Wow watching a video about tweeks tweeking

Tweeks are a very interesting species & it dawned on me. They're like walking text mishaps. Ever been walking somewhere in tight pants and your phone isn't on lock while it's facing your thigh and a messaging app is open and your thigh decided to answer? Just selects a bunch of autofills? "? Lol! Oh well as other day and night and the rest is history of our lives and the way out of town and we can help you out there that I can think of the best way to un-un-fuck yourself for life and death of passengers" This. This but in a screechy, giggly, toothless lispy, heavily hand gestured way.

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11 best autofill texting games for when you're so bored you could cry

Predictive text is at best a time saver, and at worst a life destroyer. 

Most phones now have some function that predicts phrases or words while texting. Apple, for example, uses predictive text "based on your past conversations, writing style, and even websites you visit in Safari." The idea is to make it easier and quicker to send messages, but the algorithm is often finicky or downright embarrassing. 

SEE ALSO: Ken Jeong has some hilariously questionable answers to Twitter's medical questions

However, some clever people have created prompts to turn this tool into a fun game that often says a little too much about your texting habits. 

Play this texting game with your friends, but just be aware what it may reveal about your phone habits.

1. "I drink"

The term "drinking problem" doesn't begin to cover some of the things predictive text told them they were consuming. 

"I drink" then hit the middle predictive text: I drink a lot and I have to poop till the end and I have a dollar on the battle of my heart for the rest and my life will never stop the game.

— CinnamonToastKen (@cinnamontoastk) July 4, 2018

I drink cactus and I will be there at the same time as the other one

— Toromaniac (@BerryToro) July 4, 2018

I drink my water bottle of vodka in the car so I’m glad I did it but I wanna do you..... oh god

— Hayley (@HayleyTries) July 4, 2018

2. Horoscope mayhem

Hank Green prompted his followers to let predictive text be their zodiac guide. The results were as disastrous as you could imagine. 

PREDICTIVE TEXT HOROSCOPE: (Your Sign), this month is a great time to (predictive text), but watch out for people who (predictive text.)

— Hank Green ⌨️📗2️⃣👍 (@hankgreen) March 20, 2018

Libra, this month is a great time to go to the store, but watch out for people who ate a bit of the investors.

— M(illenial)inda (@melinda_staup) March 20, 2018

Aries, this month is a great time to go get back with ya dude, but watch out for people who love ya dude.

— Emma Singer (@emmaunaltered) March 20, 2018

3. "I'm marrying an"

This prompt led to more than a few marriages to inanimate objects.

Type "i'm marrying an" and let your keyboard reveal it i'm marrying an idiot

— 🧞‍♂️🧞‍♂️ (@YassMaryam) January 15, 2019

I'm marrying an avocado.

— ◟̽◞̽ Larry enthusiast 💚💙 (@1Dupdate28) January 19, 2019

I’m marrying an alien instead of a zombie warrior with a great way to get my hair done.

— Tomb Svalborg (@tombness) January 21, 2019

4. You zodiac sign plus "and that's why"

A lot of these tweets were strangely on brand for the different signs.

Stealing this from Russian twitter: Type “I am a *your zodiac sign* and that’s why...” and let your autofill finish it. I am a cancer and that’s why I am so sorry I didn’t know what to do

— CAKE MOM 🔪 (@motherofcakes) March 1, 2019

i am a pisces and that’s why i am baby

— mei (@swtchbIde) March 2, 2019

I am a Scorpio and that’s why y’all are still in the hospital... 👀

— Christina Parker (@c_parkr) March 1, 2019

5. "Sex is"

Several people ended up being told that sex is "a great place to work" by their phones. 

type “sex is” and let ur keyboard finish your sentence mine: sex is your favorite place in your mind

— ‎ ‎ً (@grandegoalsx) February 25, 2019

Sex is a good place to work for a week and a half a week ago and we have a problem with the heating and heating and heating and heating and heating and heating and heating and heating 😂😂😂😂 wtf

— Adrian (@InCarldibleHulk) February 25, 2019

sex is not allowed in a taxi

— 𝐦𝐢𝐚 💍 fb or i unf (@notearstocryy) February 25, 2019

6. Epitaphs

This thread is the perfect blend of morbid and hilarious for the dark humorist in your life. 

How about we use predictive text to write our own epitaphs? Write “Here lies [YOUR NAME]. [preferred pronoun] was...” and let your phone finish the rest. Mine is: Here lies Alexander Zalben. He was clearly not wrong.

— Alex Zalben (@azalben) January 1, 2018

Here lies Stephani Adair. She was going to call you after work today and will not be able to.

— Stephani (@stephani06) January 1, 2018

Here lies Josh Mankiewicz. He washed the whole house.

— Josh Mankiewicz (@JoshMankiewicz) January 1, 2018

7. Introduce yourself

Some were spot on, and some couldn't have been more wrong.

my name is Eve I was born in the UK my age is a bit more than I expected I like to see whales (im crying wow) pic.twitter.com/vQpMz4mebA

— 🕊️ (@soulpunkps) February 14, 2019

My name is not available for remote playback I was born in New York city My age is just a few days ago and I will be in the future I like to know if you have any questions

— Marshal Ustinov (@marshalustinov) February 14, 2019

My name is Jocelyn I was born to be the best My age is literally just too many hours I like to see what you gotta do about it

— Castrator Ginsberg (@Jostle_in) February 16, 2019

8. Predictive valentines

Turns out artificial intelligence isn't as romantic as we thought... shocker.

Time for predictive valentines! Type "Roses are red" and let predictive text finish your poem. (It's free verse.) Mine is: "Roses are red and white and yellow in the essay that I am referring to as the main source for this." Extremely romantic!

— Wren Wallis (@invisibleinkie) February 10, 2019

Roses are red wine beer and cheese fries for lunch.

— Travis Vigneau (@Daily_Fails) February 12, 2019

Roses are red and white in the middle of the recent change in Federal law regarding Marijuana Hmm ok

— Gwenagain (@gwenthing) February 11, 2019

9. "Hey look ma I made"

We're sure many mothers were less than impressed by these responses. 

type “hey look ma i made” then let predictive text determine the rest hey look ma i made you happy and proud to have a wonderful life

— 💀mama rae💀 115 (@anathema_hxlsey) February 4, 2019

Hey look ma I made it home early so I’m just sitting in the middle of the floor.

— Giana🌱 (@melsrockcandy) February 4, 2019

hey look ma i made my afternoon look like a beautiful man wtfff???

— lily (@BoveeLily) February 4, 2019

10. 2019 goals

If these are any prediction of how 2019 will go then no one is safe. 

How about we predictive text our 2019 goals? Just type “In 2019 I am going to” and then mash that center button. Here’s mine: “In 2019 I am going to the store.” Seems legit.

— Alex Zalben (@azalben) January 1, 2019

In 2019 I am going to go back to the house to get my money and then I will be back. Um ok....

— Mirna Valerio (@TheMirnavator) January 3, 2019

In 2019 I’m going tomorrow to get to the hotel room for a few days and I will have a schedule and then I just got to go go (this is my life lol)

— Barclay Stockett (@BarclayStockett) January 3, 2019

11. "You should follow me on Twitter because"

Most of these are not good reasons.

Type "you should follow me on Twitter because" and use predictive text to finish the sentence

— 🌻Elle 🐈 Gato🌻 (@ellle_em) January 6, 2019

You should follow me on Twitter because you have a good idea of how long it takes to get a couple of things from the science store. 😂

— Anita Pearson (@pommyanita) January 7, 2019

You should follow me on Twitter because you are unable to find the receipt and I will send you a cheat list for your kindness. 😅👍

— Bubbly Zen💕 (@BubblyZen1) January 7, 2019

Happy texting!

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long distances [ part 1 ]

Pairing: Unknown member x You Genre: Fluff/Romance, Future Angst? Word Count: 1517 Rating: PG-13 (mentions of nudity) Summary: You’re studying abroad in South Korea at a university outside of Seoul, so your high school self who had wanted to keep up with Kpop trends and comebacks hasn’t been able to; you’re left in the dark about your favorite groups, almost entirely forgetting about them. That is, until one day, you meet a boy named Richard whose Line profile picture causes past emotions to resurface. These feelings only distract you as you try to continue your studies, but you see no way to confront them as you confide in Richard all the things you wish you could say to the boy who has your heart.

A/N: So, uh, I decided to write this based on daydreams I like having so… It’s probably gonna start off slow lmao. It’s also probably kinda boring ngl… Also this is set after Minseok (and probably Junmyeon) has enlisted for the military!!

[ part 1 ] [ part 2 ] [ part 3 ] [ part 4 ] [ part 5 ]

Finding yourself at your desk on a Saturday night wasn’t what you would have preferred to be doing, but with all your friends out of town and a test nearing, it was the most rational option. At least, it was until your mind began to lose focus of the uninteresting and never ending lines of biology. In front of you, past your thick biology textbook, sat your computer, untouched for the night and glaring at you for it. You sucked your lip between your teeth, actually considering doing something besides studying. You eyed your computer’s power button– but no, you had to keep studying because biology was your worst subject. You shook any distracting thoughts out of your head and glared at a diagram that explained the endocrine system with dull colors and descriptions. Your glare softened, and you cracked, your head falling onto the page with a soft thunk. Everything you read went in one ear and out the other, and you knew that there would be no way for you to focus again when your computer was practically begging you to turn it on.

Studying too boring and the endless possibilities the vast internet held too tempting, you pushed aside your textbook after slamming it shut. You powered on your computer, weighing your options in your head. What you decided on was, admittedly, a dumb idea, but you were lacking in social interaction on this particular weekend. In your browser, you began typing in the url of an infamous chat room and pressed enter when the browser had it autofilled. Chat rooms made you think of the guys who were overly desperate for a peek at a girl’s chest as you recounted an interaction between a friend of yours and some guy swearing he would punch his friend if only she would lift her shirt up. It was amusing, and incredibly dumb, to see how desperate a guy could get when all they could do is type in “titty” and get an endless sea of nude pictures of girls. Maybe you could mess with a couple guys and try to get them to do ridiculous things. Or maybe it would be fun to actually find someone to have a decent conversation with. Maybe make a friend or two. You just figured you should do whatever and see where it takes you.

Typing in the screen name you chose for pretty much everything, you scanned through the different chat rooms you could enter and whether you should turn your webcam on or not. Maybe it’ll be more fun if you turned it on. You never know the kind of ridiculous stuff could be happening behind the other person’s webcam unless you turn yours on. Seeing that how one hilarious situation would outweigh the creeps looking for nudes, you decided to plug your webcam in. Glancing over to a mirror you had sitting on your desk, you fixed any stray hairs and practiced a smile in case you did happen to get creeps only looking for nudes. You clicked on the “random” button after putting down your mirror, sitting up straight as you were being connected to whoever happened to be on the other side.

The person you were connected with first seemed like a normal guy; you two managed to hold a decent conversation. He was even incredibly polite when he had asked you if he could see you without your shirt on.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, though,” he had said.

You kindly denied his request and told him you had a good time talking. He reciprocated and asked if you wanted to keep talking. Again, you kindly declined and you two parted ways. Though you hoped he would find someone who was just as nice as him to show him their breasts, you admitted that that wasn’t the kind of fun a Saturday night usually called for. You clicked “random” again, in hopes that the person you would be connected with would satisfy your boredom.

But guy after guy, all you found were lecherous men who apparently didn’t have the common sense to just look up porn. You decided then to unplug your webcam, all hope for an interesting night gone after thirty minutes. Maybe the people without their webcams on would be more than just guys asking for breasts. Clicking “random” again, you questioned your being on this website again. Sighing into the palm of your hand, you wondered whether you should just leave or not and try going back to studying. That was, until the person you were connected to messaged something.

“Hey! You’re not some guy looking for nudes are you?” They asked. You smiled that they had gone through what you just did.

“Nah. I’m some girl looking for nudes lol,” you typed jokingly.

“Haha!! Good thing I have some nudes to give ;),” they responded. You hoped that they were also joking, tempted very much to leave the chat if they weren’t. “Jk jk.”

“Oh thank god haha! I was so close to clicking random again.” You rolled your eyes at their attempt at a joke.

Surprisingly, the two of you got along well, and you spent the night chatting with each other. You found out that the person you were speaking with was named Richard, an odd name seeing as though you were living in South Korea, chatting away in a Korean chat room, in Korean. But hey, you weren’t one to judge. When you asked about his very western name, he admitted that his parents really liked western names and decided to give him one. You found that oddly cute, especially when you thought back to your Kpop phase in high school and how you probably would have given your child a Korean name had you had one in high school. You also found out that he was really into music, both composing and listening. He also enjoyed singing and rapping, and it made you wonder what his favorite genre was, though you didn’t get the chance to ask.

“Sing for me one day,” you wanted to say, but you figured it was too personal of a request so you decided against typing it.

It was late into the night that you realized that the two of you were talking for hours. Deciding to sign out, you asked him for another way to contact him, discontent with trying to find him again through the randomizer of the chat room. You two exchanged Line IDs, and you grew curious at his ID: mountain2.

“Why mountain2?” You asked, puzzled over what mountain2 could even mean.

“It’s because mountain1 was taken haaa,” he typed back, and you chuckled, satisfied with his cheeky answer. You knew eventually he would tell you why he chose such an odd ID.

You two exchanged a final goodbye and good night, and as you shut off your computer, you immediately unlocked your phone, opened the Line app, and searched Richard up by ID. The preview of his profile picture took you by surprise; you saw a face you hadn’t seen in years or, at least, you vaguely did. Clicking on his profile and once again on his profile picture, you knew for sure that this was someone you hadn’t even thought about in years.

He had a selfie of none other than Park Chanyeol of, arguably, the most popular boy band in the world, EXO, as his profile picture. Then again, so did you, since you hadn’t used Line since high school and only kept it around because it felt wrong to delete the app. But why did he? Was he a fanboy? He did say that he liked music, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t the least bit surprised to see the face of a boy you idolized so much suddenly rehash all the things you felt for him in your past. It actually made you smile looking at Chanyeol again, as you remembered all the little notes you wrote for him hoping, though you wouldn’t admit it, that he would maybe see them one day. You loved Chanyeol so much in your high school days that it felt like your heart swelled every time you saw a picture of him, and it wouldn’t be wrong to say that your heart would swell the same way as before if you were to see a picture of him now.

Adding Richard as a friend on Line with a quick press of a button, you reclined back into your desk chair, lost in a sea of emotions one look at Chanyeol had sent you into. You decided, now seeing that the time was nearing 3 AM, you would ask Richard about the Chanyeol selfie tomorrow if you remembered. You also decided then that you would spend more time away from your desk and the textbooks, despite having a test the following week. Tomorrow, maybe you’d walk around Seoul and visit shops and maybe find out what the rest of EXO had been up to in the past few years.