#and this show is all about losing and gaining

[littlelovelunette]

Sevika x reader who has faded stretch marks + a little bit of loose skin from weight loss :)

Slight angst?

Stretch Marks

Sevika x Fem!Reader

Angsty, EATING DISORDER, starvation, mention of vomitting.

★ It had to be the marks that decorated your otherwise plain skin. All over your stomach, your inner thighs and hips— you felt disgusting. You had been struggling so long with an eating disorder, trying not to vomit at the sight of food or even at the mere thought of gaining weight. The rolls of fat that caught onto your hands every time you caressed your own body— nothing but disgust flooded your mind and you wondered how was Sevika in love someone who ate like a pig? "Don't." Sevika said, her voice always firm, but this time there was a hint for something akin to desperation, "Don't," she repeated, "Don't do this to yourself." You didn't exactly know what that meant but you could guess she didn't want you to spiral into an unhealthy eating disorder. But it couldn't be helped.

★ You stepped on the scale everytime and the numbers carved themselves into your brain, and everytime you'd look at a sweet treat— the sight of the scale saying those numbers would make you shake your head. "I can't. I need to lose weight first." It's as if your cravings didn't matter. You saw the ice-cream truck that day, but instead of tugging at Sevika's sleeve like a starved child with those bright eyes filled with child-like happiness, you retreated into the depths of your bedroom.

★ Sevika noticed the way you pretty much gave up eating at a whole, the sight of food served on a plate? Don't even question it, you'd excuse yourself to the bathroom as politely as possible to throw up. Sevika stood outside, listening to the sounds of you retching and she'd feel bad because she couldn't do anything about it. She'd love to fight the demons that occupied your brain all the time now and repeated the number on the scale to you— but it was impossible and a part of Sevika still hated herself for that. Sevika needed to understand, she couldn't do anything about it. She tried everything she could but it simply couldn't be helped.

★ Your mood continued to decline and you skipped pretty much every meal until your sunken cheeks started to show, and your ribs began to stick out a little more than usual. When Sevika got back from work, she hugged you and tears flooded her eyes because she could feel how small you'd gotten. "Let's go out to eat?" "I'm sorry, 'm not feeling it..."

★ Now what was left of you? Not a skeletal figure but the loose skin from the rapid weight loss and stretch marks that stained your body. If possible you had only wished the transition would've been smoother than that. "I look horrible. Look, what I've done to myself." Sevika didn't say anything, stubbing her cigarillo out and pulling you in a bone crashing hug. "You're fine. You're okay, now." She whispered in your ear, her voice faltering. Sevika wasn't one to cry but seeing you withering in front of her very own eyes while all she could do was sit and watch, cook and watch every plate being pushed away or the food being played with but never ate?

Your hands found their way around her body and hugged her back, "I'm sorry." You said but your apology fell on deaf ears, Sevika didn't care. All she wanted was her angel back, and she was glad you were starting to realise what was wrong in your routine all along. "We'll work through this," she breathed out, and for once after a long while, you could feel her heartbeat in sync with yours again.

[freakysaken-headcanons]

(first time doing something like this so uh- yeah-)

Stick with me for a bit cause this needs some context before it gets freaky- possibly body horror? And mentions of being underweight-

So I hc that the c00lgui draws energy/is powered from 007n7 via his litteral fat/calories/energy, which caused him to be underweight during his prime hacking days. Like in stead of being a healthy weight for his height he was fluctuating between 60-90lbs.

And after he got c00lkidd he gained some weight, but it wasn't much, like he was in the low hundreds. And ofcourse since he did end up starting to get a dad bod, but between having a hard time keeping a job due to his reputation, he tended to skip on meals to ensure that c00lkidd got the food he needed.

Ofc come being forsaken, the admins(shed, builder, ect) notice that he seemed to have more meat on his bones, but they didn't think to much of it. And ofc with how alienated 7n7 is from the group he probs wound up skipping meals and that parried with him using his c00lgui more, he started to lose weight and become underweight again real quick.

This ofc, caught the attention of the more food-inclined members of the survivors which caused them to start trying to feed 7n7 more, cause while they don't like the guy, he doesn't deserve to starve.

And ofc the food-inclined members showing more attention to 7n7 catches the attention of the rest who also notice that 7n7 is severely underweight, which also gets them concerned about his health. And the next thing 7n7 knows is all of the survivors are ensuring he eats with them and eats a healthy amount. (This incidentally causes the group to start turning into a poly shhhhhhhh)

ANYWAY FREAKY TIME

Upon the survivors noticing 7n7 putting on weight and gaining a Dad BodTM next thing 7n7 knows is he is being passed around the survivors, hole soaked with cum and spit from being eaten out, and his body is being worshipped, he can barely think as guest helps him ride builder's dick, while shed feeds him strips of chicken, and noob gropes his chest. The others watching while they recover from having their turns with 7n7.

-Kumo annon

☆

[caldella]

To touch on a point semi-made in some of these reblogs, it's kinda funny (sarcastically) when I see people criticize Stolas for having fantasies about being saved etc. based on his romance novels.

Because, I mean, I don't see how he could possibly find any personal comfort in characters who are:

Born into royalty

Married off against their will at a young age

Isolated and mostly friendless

Repeatedly considered weak by people working against them

Unable to leave their own social bubble without being extremely conspicuous

Abused and unable to truly escape their situation on their own

Have the abuser/person most greatly withholding their freedom doing so in order to gain power

Have the fucking vocal skills of a Disney princess

Fall in love with someone of a different class who is more of a free-thinker than the people repressing them

Have an evil relative/spouse etc. try to stop them from actually obtaining happiness or independence because that wrests power away from them

Be put in situations where they have to sacrifice their freedom or happiness as a trade-off for that of a loved one's

Wow, how dare he! 😱

Stolas has romantic fantasies about being saved because he IS, in fact, a trapped prince/princess in a shitty situation that is almost 100% put upon him by his society and his own family, which he cannot escape without violent consequences. If Andrealphus wasn't a power-hungry asshole intent on making Stolas' life miserable and usurping his position - just like a stereotypical fantasy villain - the fight wouldn't have even happened. Stolas fantasized about things like this because he has very much been forced into that position.

Of course he wants a fantasy - that's all that's ever been available to him. His biggest exposure to happy relationships were probably books and video, and he related to characters who were trapped in their position like him. He's not wrong to dream about escaping from it - but he's never had the means to do so without destroying his life (which would, as we've seen, also destroy his daughter's).

And also, since I've just recently posted on how HB breaks common tropes, I'll also say they broke it here, too. The prince(ss) gets saved, has a big romantic kiss with the lead male who comes bravely riding in...

And the day is not saved.

There is no magic happy ending. The male lead isn't even the one to defeat the hydra-dragon! Stolas ends the episode completely losing Octavia, with newfound grief and at a massive emotional low. Once again, the show displays how its characters initially fit into a story trope but how a character forced into that trope isn't actually funny, but a sign of their internal/external problems.

(And hard agree that it both showed how I.M.P. is a force to be reckoned with - their tenacity and inventiveness giving a Goetia a run for his money - but also just how powerful the Goetia immortality healing is because Andre legit got his throat slit by Loona and recovered in, what, a few seconds?)

I totally get everyone has preferences and their own likes and dislikes, but it still baffles me when people say the Andrealphus fight was their least fave scene in Sinsmas and some even wish it wasn't in the episode at all....

Like, respectfully disagree /gen, but that is literally my fave scene in Sinsmas (at most it's tied with the balcony dance) on top of Sinsmas being my fave episode in the entire show and I can't think of a single scene in that episode I genuinely didn't like.

What can I say, I'm a simple girl. I see a damsel in distress getting rescued by their knight in shining armor as they kiss while falling through the sky and I fold!

Not to mention it ends with Octavia being a total badass! And then it goes right into heartbreak, ahahaaaa... I'm fine.

[sapphicyanli]

might be a corn plate tweet kind of post but during the last round of the mingle game which is where the group only consist of two people, everyone else was running without holding hands except players 222 and 333 that is a canon couple (or exes so far i guess) in the show, and the other pairing that are holding hands are players 120 and 246. could this be a hint that hyunju (120) and gyeong sok (246) could be an endgame in season 3?? bcs i certainly hope so

also the meaning of the color room that they were in is....well, quite fitting for their current relationship dynamic to say the least i'd say

[sunsetsover]

ik they generally don't mean it in a bad way and it's supposed to be complimentary but people being like 'first/khaotung are so talented they should be on big screens/should be doing x type of work they deserve so much more than this!!' feels really condescending and dismissive of the work they've done and are doing right now. like their work has value and worth as it is, right now . if they choose to go a different way with their careers fine but being in a movie or whatever doesn't inherently mean their work is better or has more value, esp if its done just for the sake of saying they've been in a movie like. they are not somehow degrading themselves or their worth or their talent as actors by doing the work they're doing now and if you think that or that they're somehow being 'wasted' doing what they're doing then that's kinda fucked up and rude. tbh.

[charlesoberonn]

The fact that there used to be a reality show where people competed to be mentored in business by professional conman and 4-times bankruptcy declarer Donald Trump, and it ran for 17 fucking seasons and only got canceled because he became fucking President of the United States.

We're living in the parody timeline.

[twinstxrs]

thinking about how gorgug + kristen perceive both their own deaths & each other’s, and how that impacts their relationship. bc i feel like freshman year kristen was too caught up in her newfound knowledge of the nature of her own god to truly clock & process gorgug’s internal revulsion of where he went after he died, & freshman year gorgug wasn’t familiar enough with the complexities of other people to truly lock onto the sorrow buried within the chaos of kristen’s upward/downward/sideways spiral until she was seemingly on the other side of it. & i wonder if they’ve ever really talked about it (unlikely), or if they’ve just cracked very few jokes that didn’t land and decided to never quite do the work & dig through that part of their relationship. but there’s a kinship there; kristen specifically singles out gorgug to tell him she died again, and gorgug apologizes that he wasn’t there with her this time. gorgug takes one of the finger bones off kristen’s newly/long-time decayed corpse to have an anchor to something in the world. despite the fact that they were in different places after death, having been together during it means everything.

anyways what i’m trying to say is i think they should talk about it.

[wizardnuke]

does anyone know if we have to roll that rock up the hill again tomorrow

[luniviravosshipper]

Man things have been depressing in my personal life lately

Idk why I had to fall for the most fucked over by the narrative characters ever that I’m completely unable to take comfort in when I need a form of escapism the most

[averagemartian]

I love blue beetle and its message and I wish more people had watched it and I understand that the lack of promotion both because of the strikes and because the studios don't give a shit has affected it negatively and the role that racism/xenophobia play in people's disinterest towards the characters in general BUT PLEASE let's also not forget about superhero fatigue

[movie-robotnik-positivity]

I don't think Robotnik ever saw Stone's affection as genuine. He's used to people only valuing him if he's useful. His own bosses call him a freak, yet they put up with him because of his "perfect operation record". He isn't even shocked when he learns the goverment erased him, he expected it and had a contingency plan ready.

He keeps calling Stone a sycophant and a barnacle, because why else would someone stay with him if not to gain something? Clearly, Stone is just a suck-up wanting to ride his coattails. And Ivo is fine with that! He gets his ego stroked and in return Stone gets a slice of the world-domination pie. Mutually beneficial!

This symbiotic relationship gives Ivo a sense of control and ensures that Stone won't abandon him like everyone else. It also keeps him detached: of course Stone waited months or him to return from space, that's his job. His admiration is inevitable, and meaningless.

Ivo develops a genuine, irrational attachment to Stone, one he's able to rationalize as just being transactional. Those emotional walls shield him from the fear of abandonment that comes with caring for another person.

Except...even after Robotnik becomes a liability, Stone stays. There's no benefit, no plans of ruling humanity, not even a paycheck. Yet despite everything, Ivo tries to keep the old boss/employee dynamic going. He can't fathom the idea that someone would stay for anything other than convenience.

Then Gerald shows up, and for the first time Ivo allows himself to put down those walls. As an orphan he had built up this idealized image of family that he thought he could never have. People will use you then toss you aside when convenient, but family? Family is different. Family will always be there for you and love you no matter what. Family won't abandon you.

And suddently Stone's grovelling is no longer necessary. Why would he need someone who just pretends to like him when he now has all the unconditional love he's always longed for? That's obviously why Stone got so jealous, it couldn't have been real concern, he was just afraid of losing his comfy position as the lapdog of humanity's new king. Between a sycophant and family, the choice felt obvious.

And, of course, Gerald turns out to be just like everyone else in Ivo's life: just another person trying to get something from him. The second he stopped being useful, he was tossed aside.

His image of family is once again shattered, but those emotional walls are already down. Now that Ivo experienced that betrayal he was so afraid of, now that he's about to die, he's finally able to be honest with himself.

Looking down on Earth, he realizes there had only ever been one person on that blue marble who actually cared. Someone who had always been there, even when there was nothing to gain. Stone had never abandoned him.

But he had abandoned Stone. He tossed him aside, just like Gerald did to him. Now that he's able to understand how Stone felt, this is his last chance to make things right.

In his final moments, with nothing to fear, Robotnik puts down his emotional walls and opens up as best as he can. Stone had done so much for him, asked for nothing in return, and now it was his turn to do the same. Ivo helped save the world, not for recognition or convenience, but simply out of love.

Stone had always been a sycophant to him, yes, but he had also been a friend. A sycofriend.

[babieken]

I was expecting so much more from Again My Life considering lee jungi was its main character but it was such a let down...

[sttoru]

[𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈]; helping him with his workout. female reader. suggestive (comments), sfw. reader gets called ‘doll, girl’. drabble. not proofread.

“you sure?”

“jus’ get on my back, doll.”

toji and you have been going back and forth about this for five minutes now. he was working out in the living room while you were watching your favorite show. well, sometimes your eyes lingered far too long on your lover’s physique than on the television.

you can’t help it when he’s only wearing those grey sweatpants. his exposed, sweaty muscular chest and biceps combined with those grunts he lets out every now and then are an intoxicating combination.

toji noticed your gaze on him and suggested you’d help him with his workout. though not before smirking haughtily at your blatant staring, his ego boosted once more.

“ugh, fine. don’t blame me if i break your back,” you mutter under your breath before slowly lowering yourself on his muscular back. you sit down and fold your legs, holding onto his sides for stability.

toji hums in satisfaction when you finally give in. he doesn’t understand your initial hesitation—he can handle even the most impossible of weights and you should know that by now.

“you breaking my back?” toji lets out a breathy chuckle before starting his set of pushups, “keheh. wasn’t it the opposite just this morning?”

that gains him a smack to the back of his head. you huff and roll your eyes at your dirty minded partner. your focus turns to his pushups once more, noticing how he doesn’t seem to be struggling at all, even with extra weight on his back.

down, up, down, up—toji’s body moves in a steady rhythm and his chiseled chest barely touches the floor before he surges back up again. his arms don’t tremble at all, his form steady.

“is this really helping? doesn’t seem like much of a challenge for you,” you murmur after a while and decide to switch positions. you lay your chest against his back, blanketing his prone form with your own body. your arms wrap around his neck and your legs around his waist.

toji grunts in both surprise and satisfaction. your breath tickles his ear and he tries his best to focus on his workout, though it’s hard. extremely so. even more when your hands start to explore the sides of his body, making him shiver.

“well, are you tryin’ to make it a challenge for me by doing… that?” he scoffs.

you grin to yourself, knowing toji couldn’t see your smug face. your hands rub up and down his abs now. your smirk widens when you hear him hiss as a warning. “doing ‘what’, babe?” you act innocent, even as your fingers trail up towards his hard pecs.

the dark-haired man loses control of his arms for a good second, the focus and strength lost after feeling your playful yet intimate touch on his chest. he mumbles something under his breath before reaching one arm back to pinch your sides.

“ah! no!” you squeal a little, immediately moving around on his back to avoid his ‘revenge’. toji’s other arm is balancing both your bodies, but you soon come crashing down with a soft thud after your squirming causes him to lose said balance.

toji rolls onto his back and hauls your body against his chest instead to trap you there. you wilfully rest your head in the crook of his neck and tap his pecs. “hey, you need to finish your workout, silly,” you tease, “can’t be slackin’ off like this.”

toji snorts and gently pinches your nose, earning another small giggle from you. he can’t help but grin as he tilts his head to whisper in your ear;

“i can think of a couple other ways y’ can help me work out. so y’know, there’s this set of hip thrusts—“

“i’m not falling for that, toji.”

“…tsk.”

[phantomrose96]

When people join self-improvement or even hobbyist communities, there are some absolutely critical skills of fundamental skepticism they need when going in. I think most people who get into these communities aren't aware of these.

And just, as a fundamental few:

Does this person stand to gain financially from the thing they're trying to sell you on?

Is the business model of this whole community one of artificial competitiveness? Is there a pressure around never lapsing, or never straying from the model being sold to you?

Are the claims made in this community becoming bolder and bolder deviations from standard information?

These are absolutely rife in fitness, nutrition, and financial-advice communities and they often receive very little scrutiny except among those who already "got out." Because from the outside, seeing someone get into fitness is a good thing, good for them, glad to see it, look at that dedication, happy for them. Same on the other categories, and probably numerous others I haven't seen.

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Does this person stand to gain financially from the thing they're trying to sell you on?

If the answer is yes, that does NOT mean "immediately abort", it means keep that in mind when you're interacting with their content.

This nutrition influencer has given you some great recipes for free, and now they're promoting a "really fantastic" brand that they have an affiliate link with? Their motivation isn't to be your friend and helpfully clue you in on a great product. It's to make money off you.

You really like this fitness influencer's work outs, but she gets MORE interaction and MORE viewers the skinnier she gets? She CLAIMS she's been losing weight naturally with healthy eating and exercise, and she's still full of energy, and You Can Too. This is not your friend. This is not someone who knows you. This is someone under large financial and social pressure to do everything she can to put out her best appearance and her happiest appearance, and your attention and belief in the appearance is where the money and clout come from. You really need to remember this in the same way you remember to look both ways before crossing the street. You can cross a street and you can follow a fitness account, but protect yourself when doing it.

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Is the business model of this whole community one of artificial competitiveness? Is there a pressure around never lapsing, or never straying from the model being sold to you?

Communities stay strong if they retain people. There are a lot of fine and positive ways to retain people, but it's often easier to retain people by instilling them with a sense that they must be here. They should feel bad if they lapse or if their attention drifts. What they were before was inadequate. Everyone outside this community is inadequate. Do you want to go back to inadequate?

Is that financial subreddit that taught you valuable lessons about 401k's, index funds, and budgeting also quietly pressuring you to always do more? Are the top posts from extremist examples of people living in destitution so they can show the most extreme screenshot, and curate the envy of everyone else who ought to be ashamed of not doing as well as them?

Is that fitness community that got you into jogging also putting you in the mind that the truest and best people exercise 7 days a week? Never miss a metric? Never compromise on their dedication?

Is that person who "cut out all sugar and feels amazing" informing you that you should never have another cupcake in your life? And if you DO it's because you're BAD and DON'T WORRY, you'll get RIGHT back on the horse after. Shame will motivate you to come right back, and stay with the community, and never leave.

As long as you stay, the community grows. As long as you stay, the ad sponsors and the endorsed products and the influencers can benefit more and more. And sometimes, there's perhaps not even a malicious force behind it. It can happen from evolutionary pressures. The communities that survive are the ones that retain people. A community that trips accidentally into a model of pressuring people to stay is one which retains people and thrives.

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Are the claims made in this community becoming bolder and bolder deviations from standard information?

You joined because you wanted to learn to cook for yourself. And this community has been helpful! You know how to make some delicious things. You've tried vegetables you've never tried before. And maybe you needed some convincing that brussel sprouts can be yummy, but what do you know, turns out you like them roasted.

But what else is being said? What things are being said with more and more frequency? Is it that "humans don't actually need any sugar, and it's a poison being sold to us?" Is it that "seed oils are toxic for you"? Is it that "pasteurization is bad"? Is the raw fruitarian convincing you that cavemen lived exclusively off fruit and you can too?

They'll have sources sometimes. Check them. Are they cherry-picked? Are they from an insular echo-chamber? Why isn't the mainstream literature aware of this? And if the answer has anything to do with "because mainstream wants to TRICK YOU and you're actually BAD for ASKING" then don't engage. Disregard. Take the recipes if you must but apply your skeptical filter to all the parts that are snake oil.

Sometimes it's that another community is only a stone's throw away. That person with a great financial portfolio has only good things to say about crypto, and what they're saying is making sense (average person [not smart] [poor] [bad money skills] laughs at crypto, but you're smarter. you're on the in-track). That amazing bodybuilder is pulling the hottest dates, and he says it's about male-confidence, and he says there are good support guides on becoming a respectable masculine man, and all you need to do is reclaim your masculinity in a society that wants to steal it from you.

In any place like this, come up for air. Come up for air FREQUENTLY. Talk to regular people and engage in academic literature outside this circle. Conspiracy thinking wins if you draw all your information from the entity trying to sell you on the conspiracy.

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And I hope this is clear but my message is not "never join a community." My message is know danger when you see it. Recognize when you're being used or pressured. Don't fall for conspiracy thinking. Protect yourself. You can use a gas stove to cook meals but don't touch the flame and don't burn your house down. You can cross the street but recognize the signs of a car coming down the street.

And I'm making this point because so many people just don't know. ...Because getting into fitness is "good" and "self-improvement"! So is nutrition. So if financial responsibility. People walk into it and the extremism can make them feel accomplished, and admired, and like they're a part of something, and maybe even like a proper self-punishment for their own inadequacies. And people on the outside won't save you because "Wow! He spends 3 hours at the gym every day! I wish I was that dedicated." is a common attitude, and will push you deeper into what has its claws in you.

Everything I'm saying is not because I'm so much smarter and so much holier-than-thou for knowing this when others don't--I'm saying this because I was in it. I fell for it. Not all the examples above, of course. But I recognize the machine in them. It is highly appealing to run farther and fast longer and overload your class schedule when you don't feel good enough and want to prove something, and so many communities will sell you on the idea this IS an accomplishment. Then once you do, you have to do it forever. Or else you'll go back to not being good enough. And since fitness is "good", and weight-loss and good grades, no one can save you but you.

The answer was not to give up on the hobbies I was doing. I cook for myself most nights. I run and bike as regular parts of my routine. I like new recipes and I like half-marathons. But these are just positive additions to my life and they do not define my worth. If I miss a work-out it's whatever. If I order take-out it's whatever. I fundamentally do not care about the influencer with the washboard abs, and if I try a work-out from her, I have no loyalty to it. If the new recipe I try mentions "clean eating" I'll roll my eyes and just figure out if the recipe seems good. If the recipe is botching itself to avoid certain scare-words I will simply find something else.

There is absolutely a reasonable place for challenging yourself and trying things outside your comfort zone. The internet is full of resources to do so much more than you currently know how to do. And if that community is an oven, recognize it's an oven. Wear oven mitts. If it's actively on fire, leave. You're the only one protecting you. Stay safe.

[a-soft-fluffy-girl]

TL;DR: Steam just made library sharing so much fucking easier and so much fucking better. Instead of login-trading, it's just a simple goddamn invite.

Read this. Really. It's a good read. Because it shows that, full-stop, Valve isn't just doubling down on their stance to make sure that people can and should be able to share their copies of digital goods as easily as they can physical ones, but they're making it better and easier than ever.

But you know how Steam allowed you to, with either friends or family, link accounts with another person to be able to establish an ability to share game libraries with one another? The general gist of Steam Family Sharing was that, with a limit of five people plus you (six in total) on a limit of ten computers total could share account access to willingly mix your libraries. You could play theirs. They could play yours.

This was a huge boon. It was meant to emulate sharing a physical copy of a game. A way to allow children to play games their parents or siblings had bought without having to fork over double the cash to buy it a second game. But it had some major limitations and drawbacks, and was archaic to use.

If a person did not share the same computer, you had to manually log into that computer to give it and the accounts on it access. This wouldn't be a problem if both accounts were used on the same computer, but many households (and astronomically more family and friend groups) had multiple computers, all used by different people.

If that computer, at any point, was hard reset to any point before the sharing occurred, you lost access. And had to do the whole process again. This was also an issue with computer transfers. The whole kit and kaboodle needed to be redone on upgrades. On top of that, the old computer is now just dead weight that you may not realize you have to manually revoke access to.

Putting your account information on another person's computer opens up security issues. They could, intentionally or accidentally, land themselves on your account if the login information was stored. Which could easily lead to purchases or bans you did not want to happen.

If anyone was, at any point, playing any game on their own library, you had no access to their games. Even if it was a totally different game, you had to wait your turn as if waiting for their computer to be freed up to sit at. (Admittedly this is kind of like the "mom said it's my turn on the xbox" meme, but hey, kinda archaic.)

You could not choose whose library you accessed a game from. Not at all. It always prioritized the first library it gained access from, DLC access and multiplayer be damned. If another friend you were accepting games from had more DLC? Too bad.

And yet here we are. Steam Families Beta fixes EVERYTHING about the above issues. By just going through Settings > Interface > client Beta Participation and clicking onto Steam Families Beta? You get:

No more login sharing. No more computer links. You can now choose which person's library you borrowed from. And you can play any other game from someone's library, even while they're in-game. It just needs to be a different game than what they're playing.

Pick five people. Invite them to your family. And now everyone has access to everyone's library. My goddamn library went from 150-ish to almost a goddamn thousand in ten minutes of setup.

Account sharing and password sharing are dirty words that "lose" billions of dollars. Netflix, Hulu, Amazon, Max. They aren't game storefronts, but they still allow you to access massive libraries and scream like you murdered their firstborns for daring to share your password with your mother after you moved out.

Microsoft tried pushing to demonize and undercut used games sales and borrowed copies of physical games. Remember the first attempt to reveal the Xbox One? People forget, but these vultures tried to make an always online console that checked to see if you were the account that owned the game, even if you had a physical disc, and prevent access to the disc's contents if you weren't the original downloader.

Valve walked the fuck up. Valve tapped the mic. And Valve dropped the fucking thing right onto the ground with one feature's revamp.

About the only issues I can see with this are twofold:

If someone sharing your library gets banned from a game's servers... so do you. No one else in the family does, but the both of you do. This is... rather unpleasant, because banhammers can be dropped quite frequently by mistake. I'd urge Valve to rethink this one, but I see the logic: don't cheat and effectively bite the hand feeding you. Still making me side-eye that, though.

If you leave a family you've joined? You have to wait a YEAR to join a new one. It's to prevent people form jumping ship to another group and screwing over who's in the former one in the process, but a YEAR? OUCH.

Problems aside, though... it's probably the biggest fucking power move I have ever seen a media distributor make in the current economic climate. It's the kind of thing that would let so many new games be available in a way that's easier than ever. Just a few clicks to send or accept an invite, and bam. Permanent access to dozens or even hundreds of new games with so much more freedom than earlier drafts of the system.

It's the kind of thing that slaps you in the face with positivity after so many Ls from the games and media industries. And I'm all the fuck for a W like this.

[f0ofishies]

FL*SHING THEM AFTER AN ARGUEMENT

tsukishima kei, ushijima wakatoshi, oikawa tōru

Tsukishima Kei, your beloved fiance. You loved the man to death, you swear.. it's just that he's always been like this. All of the damn time. There was one time when you argued over dinner because someone didn't want to eat Italian. Seriously? How'd you even date this guy and later on accept a ring from him.

Just kidding, he has his cute moments. The man had prioritized you a lot during his college days. He must've fallen hard for you, huh? When he did get on one knee, you thought it was a prank. Nonetheless, you said yes— already being engaged for 4 months, too!

Back on topic, he's always been a cranky mother fucker and even more when he lose that volleyball match. You looked at him— in astonishment. This man had the audacity to even be too confident in a little fun of chess?

You couldn't even believe the audacity of him. He'd been laughing at your move on your black horse.. "Gee, just get one with it, babe..!" Another ridiculing sentence from him could've sparked a fire inside you. "Hah? Seriously, why'd you even do this rematch— when you clearly don't know chess."

Your eye must've twitched at that, you love him, and you swear to that on your life. But, seriously, he's getting on your last nerve. As he quickly moved his queen, grabbing your knight in the process. You moved another piece as he smiled. "Thank god, we don't do rematches in volleyball."

Your joke immediately made his smirk turn sour. As you chuckled to your own statement, your eyes glanced up to his. He immediately gave a disgusted face at you. "What, Tsuki?—" You tease, almost pinching his face as he has moved away from your hand.

"What is your problem..?" Now that made you raise an eyebrow. "My problem—?" He can't be serious right now. And that's how he ended up giving you the silent treatment, ending the chess match when it just started. You were utterly confused... even bewildered by his actions

Knowing your fiance won't crumble to a piece of you, you just quickly called out. "Kei?" He didn't even look at you.. oh, so that's how he was going to play. "Tsuki?" No budge, huh? The man had some nerves for ignoring his future wife. "Tsukishima Kei." Last call, he finally whipped his head to you.

Rolling your shirt up— his golden brown eyes dilated at the sight of your perky, wait, wait, this was cheating. "That's right, doofus.. I know you can't ignore them." You could totally hear the clogs in his brain working. Even bouncing them a bit— He quickly pulled your shirt down. "Hey—! what was that for??"

"You're in one hell of a ride, do that shit again. I dare you, baby."

How much aura did you gain after marrying the Ushijima Wakatoshi? You, the lovely wife, as ever.. had always been the cheeky one in the marriage. During one of his games, you'd literally chant his name out so loud. Maybe the whole stadium could hear you.

He'd be there happily, holding the ring chained around his neck. Giving you a small smile— You couldn't help but beam as you show off your ring finger too! Now that was months ago, your husband came home in a sour face after meeting his parents.

"Baby, how were your parents?" You asked him, quickly smiling as you cooked your signature curry. "Fine like usual." His deep voice caught you off guard as you felt a hand crept behind you. "Oh, so what did they—" "Can we not." You tilted your head.. "Sure.. okay." You compiled because who were you to say anything about that?

You looked at him as he ate, he felt your stare. "Yes, love?" The way your hand had been tapping on to counter.. like crazy. Lost in thought, you look up at him. "Toshi.. you know you can tell me anything?" Of course he knew that so he raised an eyebrow. "I know."

You were itching to know why he's so persistent on not telling you why.. he would usually just tell you at this point. But he seriously didn't want to talk about it, so he dismissed your concerns once again. "But babe.." You whined.. something in him just snapped.

"No, can you stop trying?" You huffed at his tone of language.. it was kind of your fault for being this nosy. So now here you were having a full blow argument. Were you petty? Definitely, a hundred percent. So when your husband had genuinely left you in the kitchen. You huffed—

Clearly, he needed a lot of space, huh? Shutting the bedroom door very tight— you wanted to go sleep there, but how? He had locked it from the inside. "Toshi..?" You called out. No answer. "Ushijima Wakatoshi!" You yelled out and finally the familiar 'click!' You finally let out a sigh and practically go in fast.

He's still on the bed, clearly trying to sleep. "Toshi..~" Your sweet velvety voice intoxicating him then sliding onto the bed— even straddling onto him. Still, the man laid bare, not even checking you out. You intentionally grind, trying to find the best friction. His hands finally with all of its glory wrapped around your hips.

"Look up." Your command might've sent a shudder on your poor husband. The blood pumping down to his familiar friend down there— oh how a vixen you were.. Seriously, he saw the way you held your shirt up. Those breasts out in the air just for him. "Mmm? Want it bad?"

"I swear, wife— you're always all talk and no action.."

That Argentinan volleyball player was taken by you! Who knew he had the hots for you. Tōru Oikawa, he had recently left Japan for Argentina.. then he met you. Somehow, you two clicked. Clearly, you only thought he was just getting into your pants but nope!

The infamous girlfriend of the volleyball player never really visited his games. Probably because your work always consumed your time. Tōru was beyond okay with that— of course he was. But after such a long tiring game, all he wanted to do was a date night with you. Sadly, you were still out at work.. in overtime. How could you not remember it at all? When you came home, his first response was immediate silence. Seriously nothing!!

"Tōru?" You called out in the shared apartment, finally slipping off your shoes. Stretching your arms wide as no response. "...Babe?" You called out once more. Absolutely nothing— you panicked, of course. Already running around to find him.That's when you spotted your sulky boyfriend, buried deep into the bed among all the plushies you have.

"Shit, babe.. did something happen at practice?" You asked him as he finally noticed your presence. An immediate huffed was heard, thanks to him. "Babe..? Baby..!!" You whined the petname, trying to uncover the blankets.

There he was, your lovely boyfriend. Tōru glared at you, those dark brown hues of his. "What's made you so sour..?" You asked him once more, trying to coerce him out of his moodiness. "I wonder why." He interrupted you, that made you raise an eyebrow. "Babe..."

You were utterly clueless, even when he avoided your touches. It suddenly clicked to you, a promise to him on for a date. You internally groan at that, "Shit, Tōru you know I didn't mean to forget.." Your hand itching to grasp his— yet he pulled away once again. "You always forget about me.." He whined into your shared pillows. "No I don't.. baby.. I'll make it up to you!!" You try to reason with him.

That's what got him to lash out at you. You did kind of deserve it— so here you are on the bed trying to get a sulky Tōru out of your shared bedroom once more. An idea popped into your head! "Tōru.. I have something to show you.." You found the man finally walk out of the bedroom. His disheveled appearance still looked way too good for your own eyes.

Your fingers found their way to your blouse— giving him a sweet smile. Only halfway through, you were damn thankful for picking a good bra for today. "Baby, I'm really sorry.." You whispered. And finally— your breasts were in full view of his sight. Nothing could have prepared you for the feral Tōru ravishing you!

The man was full on groping your breasts, even fiddling with those buds.. was he really that turned on? You couldn't believe you've let him play with you like this. On the tips of your heels— you needed more friction down there, too. So you whined at him, how your cunt needed his fingers too! And that's what he did, dipped them into your soaked panties.

"Fffuck— that's not fair, babe.. yknow your boobs and pussy are my weakness..!"