#and to offload space on my phone

[thalassata]

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[r0semultiverse]

Rose Lalonde Sprites & Edits

Use these for whatever you want, just give credit if you use these for anything!

[danielnelsen]

update: peach is doing very well!! she's eating and sleeping normally (sleeping more than normal, really, but that's to be expected)!! after 3 days of not sleeping and a few changes in painkillers, she finally just napped for an hr then, after another day, slept through the whole night (and most of the next day). she's started following all her usual routines again and is very keen to eat! still on some painkillers, but they're not having any horrific side effects anymore

now that im not staying up to keep an eye on her all night (while also dealing with upgrading my computer and my phone and also my sister preparing to go overseas and the dogs barking and howling constantly due to all of the above), i finally got some decent sleep too and slept for about 14 hrs. so today ive got that weird shakiness that i get from sleeping too much, but hey it's better than the whole of the last week

[shallowseeker]

A year ago, I did not own a laptop or a working keyboard.

After a cuh-razy health year ...and FINALLY bonus at work, I was able to rebuy the tech I had sold a coupla years ago, and it's in the mail!!!

My designated "personal" office space had been collecting dust, and it collected even more dust post-heart wonkiness.

Yesterday and today, I cleaned it out. Joining a fandom for this stupid TV series has cheered me up so much! I'm creating graphics again, and not just in a burnout-hustley way. I even picked up writing, and it seems like it's gonna stick!

Life is wild. Who says fandom can't improve your life???

[bedlamsbard]

I have gotten, for the first time in eight years, a new phone. I really really needed a new phone, because the previous one was eight years old, dated from the Obama administration, was running out of space literally everyday (despite a microSD chip to offload stuff and daily deletions), overheated if I so much as looked at it funny, and would probably explode if I ever downloaded a new app to it. Which is probably coming soon, since, you know, new university. I then had to go back to the store (not the Verizon store, Fred Meyer) to get headphones with a USB-C connection and a converter so I can continue using my current earbuds because I had completely forgotten that most new phones got rid of the headphone jack, and then back to the store AGAIN when I realized that I didn't have an adapter that would take a USB-C. "Most people find the USB-C more efficient," said the guy at Fred Meyer. Sir until today I had literally zero devices that took a USB-C. My old phone was eight years old. My main computer is ten years old. I only bought a new secondary computer because my six year old Surface, on which I wrote 70% of my doctoral dissertation, would no longer hold a charge and turned off at random intervals, which was extremely inconvenient when I was in Zoom meetings. (I also literally never used it as a tablet. Maybe once in six years. I didn't want a tablet, I wanted a smaller laptop. I treated that damn thing like a laptop.)

[georgiedoodles]

📚Broppy CollegeAU | "Campus Days"

Part 5: Locker #A340

Tuesday, week 3 of 16.

“BRANCH!!” arms quickly wrapped around his shoulders, it’s a pair of pink hands resting under his neck; a certain someone seems to be getting more comfortable with being touched. Branch turned to look over his shoulder and saw Poppy grinning ear to ear with excitement.

“How come you’re in line for the lockers already? Isn’t class about to start in a few minutes?” Poppy peeks over his shoulder to see a long line of students waiting for registration, Branch seemed to be the 20th person in the queue.

Branch faced forward again, “Well, last week the professor said we’re excused from the class to get our lockers, after all we’re doing independent work today, there won’t be a lecture to miss out on.” Branch patted her hands, holding her arms and gently swaying.

Poppy swayed along, it felt nice to be this close to him. Luckily, she left her portfolio and tote bag at their station, so she avoided another trip inside. Soon enough, the queue started to move, and students were getting their lockers. Branch and Poppy sign their names on a card which included the locker number [A340], the locker code [11-4-16] and the building it was at.

“Do you want to check out the locker or go back to class?” Poppy asked while holding the card, taking a photo of it with her phone. Branch gave it a moment and nodded, “No, let’s wait until after the class to drop off our stuff at the locker. I even brought a locker divider to help us utilize more space.” He smiled and walked along side Poppy back to class.

The classroom was quiet, the professor seemed to be late, and everyone was confused. A good 20 minutes after class had begun and there was still no sign of him, not even an email through their school app. Then a student got up, packed up his things and left the class. One by one, everyone followed his example and left, it looks like class is canceled today. Poppy and Branch looked at each other, waiting for one of them to pack up and leave.

“Hey Branch?”

“Yes Poppy?”

“What do we do now?” never breaking eye contact, she was hesitant, she never had this happen to her before. Branch reached under his cart and collected his belongings; Poppy mirrored his actions and they both left together. They made their way to their locker, dropping off some of their work and utensils before they walked toward the café, they had nothing else to do for the time being.

“I’m kinda hungry, did you want coffee and snacks, or did you want actual food to eat?” Poppy brushes out the knots at the end of her ponytail with her fingers, glancing over to Branch.

Branch hummed, thinking about his schedule, they had a few hours to burn, “Let’s get actual food, I have about 3 hours before I need to head to my next class” He adjusted his backpack, it was a lighter now that they offloaded their stuff earlier. Poppy nods and makes their way to the cafeteria, pulling out her wallet from her tote bag at the same time. In the cafeteria, Poppy orders a breakfast curry burrito with a bottle of orange juice, and Branch orders a grilled chicken sandwich with apple juice. Poppy paid for their food and sent Branch to find some seats for them, he carried both of their trays to a table.

“Thank you Branch~, it was super sweet of you to bring my tray aswell.” She patted his shoulder and sat down across from him. Branch smiled and happily took a bite from his sandwich. Halfway through their breakfast, Poppy’s mind started to wander, she was unknowingly staring at Branch when he ate a particularly saucier part of his sandwich, she watched him lick his bottom lip to clean from any sauce running down his chin. She wondered what his lips felt like. When branch reached for his juice, she watched him break open the seal of his apple juice, his jaw is very defined when he tilts his head back to take a sip.

Soon enough, Poppy started to wonder something about him, ‘Does he have a girlfriend? Has he ever had a girlfriend?’ She took another bite, chewing very slowly, thinking deeply about her friend’s personal life a bit more. ‘I wonder what kind of partner he is, maybe he’s soft and clingy? What if he’s the opposite of how he is now?? Like, what if he’s assertive and- ‘

“Poppy? Uhhh hello? Earth to Poppy?” Branch waved his hand in front of her face, trying to bring her back from whatever world she’s in.  

“Huh? OH” Her cheeks burned up and quickly composed herself when she noticed Branch staring at her. “Don’t worry *cough* I’m fine, I just had some… homework on my mind.” She sipped her juice, trying to seem normal.

“Ookaay.” He brings his sandwich up to his mouth, taking a small bite and watching Poppy’s movements carefully. “What kind of homework is it? Did you need help doing it?”

“It’s uhm...” Poppy and Branch lock eyes, he continued to eat and wait for her response. “I can do it myself, don’t worry” She laughs awkwardly, imagining them kissing for an assignment. “What kind of class do you take after our art class?” She changed the subject, she wanted to think about other things instead of what Branch’s lips taste like.

Branch takes another sip of his juice to clear his throat, “Well it’s a prerequisite class that I need for my other history class, it’s just a lecture that I have to sit for twice a week.” He shrugged, taking the last bite. He organized the trash on their table onto his tray. Poppy felt a bit full, so she packed her burrito for later, and cleaned up the rest of their area.

They both stood up to leave “So what now? We have more than an hour before you leave” Poppy threw away their trash and left their tray on top of the bin. "We could always go to the library and finish some of our homework together, maybe some of the study group rooms are available for us to use." Branch thought about Poppy's assignment she was thinking about, this would be a good time for them to get stuff done together. Poppy nodded, and they both made their way to the library. 

Inside the Library was cold and the air felt crisp, Branch walked to the kiosk in front of the librarian's desk to reserve a study group room. Fortunately, one room was open for an hour before the next group reservation. Inside the room, it muffled most noise, so the students using it could talk at a normal level without disturbing the ones studying outside of it. In the middle was a large round desk that Branch and Poppy sat at, and behind them was a large whiteboard that took up the entire wall. Branch set up his laptop and took out his textbook and notebook. Poppy pulled out her iPad and mounted it on her keyboard. They both sat in silence, to Branch it was peaceful and put him in a studious mood. On the other hand, Poppy felt like the silence was too loud, she could hear her heartbeat in her ears and her thoughts seemed louder, so she slipped in her earbuds and played some white noise. 

Poppy was not used to being alone with Branch, she was used to a pair of carts putting some distance between them, but there were no carts, and he felt so far away from him. She stretched out her legs to feel closer to him, at the same time, Branch stretched his out to also feel closer to her. Their shoes touched and Branch apologized, when he was about to pull his legs back under him, Poppy quickly spoke up,

"Actually..." She blushed at the idea, "You can leave your legs out, it feels nice to know I'm not that far away from you." She felt shy and instantly regretted her words.

Branch smiled, reaching his legs out, and touched the noses of their shoes gently, a fuzzy feeling blazed through him. This felt very intimate for both of them. Poppy always held hands, hugged, cuddled, or took naps with her friends. Yet, this felt different, she could tell that they both had some desire buried under their friendship. Poppy and Branch wanted more, but they didn't know what that more was. All Poppy could do was use her legs to link their ankles together, it's as if they were holding hands.

It stopped feeling cold in the room, it felt warm and cozy. Butterflies were swarming in their stomachs. They were entranced by the other's touch, distracting them completely.

Before they knew it, the hour was up, and they were disrupted by the next group that needed the room. Branch and Poppy left the library, and neither got any work done.

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[chaletnz]

Ecuador's Last Laugh in Guayaquil

I’d conked out last night and slept soundly until the first plane flew over the city around 6:30am. I lounged for a bit and finally got myself together for a walk down to the old bridge remains and then along the river to the market. I found the smoothie stall and ordered the stress smoothie and a cheese empanada for my breakfast. They told me to sit down at the communal table out front while I waited and then charged me $8.75 for this. I didn’t have the time to seek out a cheaper option so I paid telling myself “they need it more than me”. The empanada was a huge mound of fried dough covered in sugar, not very cheesy so essentially a big breakfast donut. I asked them to give me the smoothie to go so I could drink it on my way to the cafe for my morning coffee. They poured it into a water bottle for me and it tasted really nice like an orange juice, although not worth whatever tourist price they’d charged for it! I walked to Slow Brew for my flat white and to my surprise the same Western guy who was in the cafe yesterday was also in this place! It was a nice cafe so I could drink my smoothie and coffee in peace before heading back to the hostel to get ready to leave for the airport. I was super lucky once I stepped out into the hotel’s quiet side street in my boot that there was a taxi dropping someone off about 4 doors down. I flagged him down and jumped in, providing the address of the shuttle company across town. I gave him $3 for the $2.20 ride to get rid of my coins and he had me arriving right before the check in time. When the shuttle was ready to board, there were somehow already a bunch of bags and jackets on seats to reserve them. I took one by the window in the front as there was a phone charging on the aisle seat beside it but figured that’s fair game. Fight me while I’m in the boot! The shuttle gradually filled up around me and some people got on complaining that they couldn’t sit together but I thought, in this moment I don’t speak Spanish at all. It was a nice scenic drive through the Cajas National Park with a stop at a small cafe although the fog had rolled in so there was nothing to see at their viewpoint. We carried on down through the fog and cloud forest down to some city views and farmland at this lower elevation. As we approached Guayaquil (most dangerous city in Ecuador at the time of writing) the open spaces and regular shops and houses were replaced with caged buildings. The cage would surround their outdoor seating area, or storefront, with a door or a small window to pass money and goods through. Guayaquil’s traffic was insane, everything bumper to bumper with close calls and no giving way! We eventually arrived to what is the worst airport in the world, probably. There were no chairs at all to sit on and they had an aggressive guy on the line to check in for flights that barked at people to stay back until he allowed them to pass through to check their bags in. Once I finally got to the front of the queue to check in, the lady sent my bag into the hold but then noticed my boot and said I couldn’t be flying while wearing it without a doctor’s note. After about 30 minutes of back and forth with her and the manager they came to the conclusion that I would have to be escorted down to a secure area where my bag would be offloaded, I’d have to retrieve my shoes and then walk onto the plane in shoes instead of the boot. The secure area was two officers checking bags for suspicious items with their owner’s present to unzip/unlock the bags. Luckily my escort was familiar with the situation and explained to the officer who watched me like a hawk while I got my shoe and brace out and then passed the bag back to him. When I was taken back up to the boarding gate the sign was flashing “Boarding Closed” so I raced over and quickly scanned through and took my seat. It was one last rigmarole of Ecuador but I made it to Bogotá ready for more fun Colombian adventures!

[moomeecore]

in order to clear up phone space in an attempt to gain the ability to update my app so i can use 90% of tumblrs features again, i have been offloading many photos to my photography blog. making this a great time to self promote. pls look at my photo blog @mossmosss 🥺

[readysetjo]

Feeling an emotion and just need to ramble to get it off my chest:

Got a new phone because the charging port on my old one was giving out. I downloaded my WhatsApp that I never use anymore and had offloaded for the storage space. I went to check in on a group message that fizzled out because I had to leave a truly toxic person in the group. It was a dead group as far as I’m aware because we had been more active on snap anyway. Looking in, I noticed that she kicked me out of the group because we were all admins and no one else would have (the other 2 I love but didn’t have the confrontation courage enough to defend me when she hurt me so I know it wasn’t them.)

That’s just the picture of it, though. When I made my separations for the sake of my peace I muted her quietly and added filters of “don’t let this person view my updates” but the changes were all me making decisions about my presence in certain apps. She, on the other hand, kicks me out of a group whose name I came up with long ago.

She wasn’t like a ~“narcissist”~ or anything but she was manipulative and often mean. To the point that my old therapist obviously hated her but remained professional and when I left her behind my mental health started to improve by leaps and bounds because I didn’t worry about what she thought of me anymore.

Writing this because I needed to share with someone who might read to get it off my mind so I can enjoy family time again. This is my electronic journal so I thought it might help. Thanks if you read. 🩷

[fruitless-vain]

I finally have a phone with enough storage space to have music on it again 😭

I was still using my old iPod until it hit the day that it wouldn’t charge anymore, it just died one day and wouldn’t recharge ever again. I could get it to black screen with the Apple but there was never enough juice to turn on all the way

My last phone that I just replaced didn’t have the space for music on it, I didn’t have any games on it, I kept at max 10 pictures at a time and had to export anything I wanted to keep to the computer or else I’d start getting “storage full” messages all the time. Didn’t matter how many times I factory reset it, cleared caches, or uninstalled apps. Every app I needed (gas points card, two social media apps, the bare bones basics) had to be offloaded when not in use otherwise there would not be enough memory to open Instagram. It’d just freeze. Every insta video played in slow motion out of sync with the audio.

I haven’t had music on the go in 5 years at LEAST

I’m so excited 😭

[oneblackbraid]

On my biannual check-in to radblr I want to say HELLO to:

RADBABIES Welcome! I'm OBB, the ladies on here I talk to in real life call me Braid. I left Radblr a few years ago along with a mass exodus of colored radfems when it got too racist/stupid. It hasn't changed much, but two things to remember:

You don't have to be white to be whitewashed. Some of the worst self-hate comes out of woc. We are WAY not aligned, which is why racism and white-centrism is still rampant.

Some of our best allies are white radfems, particularly lesbians who just get things better than straights and most bi's. These allies are key to fighting when we're too drained.

I'm always open to answering questions, just send an Ask. I'm not available for text-based back and forth because of some disabilities, and also because I hate digital shit. Learn to use your actual voice, that's what it's there for.

OLDIES My phone offloaded our communication app to save space, but if you've left me a message you want me to hear you can send me an Ask, that usually gets to me. I'll only see messages during my biannual check-in.

[aajjks]

Haha, I don't know if this counts as the best version of me, but it's definitely the most real.

I come from a very strict Muslim family, so they all expect me to be so holy all the time. I used to be religious, but I think I've just drifted away over time, so I'm not that pious anymore. I still respect the moral values of Islam, but I don't feel inclined to practice Islam as strictly as I used to. I still think it's a beautiful religion with many beneficial practices, I just don't always want to be a perfect goody-two-shoes all the time. I still love the people in my life, but I guess I'm just scared to cause unnecessary conflict with my family, so I didn't say anything.

If they knew that I like reading stories about yanderes, they'd think I'm a psycho and that I need help, when I feel perfectly fine and not disturbed by fictional violence. I actually like music, I like dance, I like boys, I swear in my head and make dirty jokes, I actually want to scream and cheer and not just sit like a lady with my legs crossed, sometimes I want to make my hair look nice instead of wearing a scarf, etc. But to my family, that's all taboo. I'm not hurting anyone, so it can't be so wrong, right? Everytime I do anything vaguely fun, I get a whole long lecture. I'm not even allowed to put a picture of BTS up in my room or on my phone's lockscreen because it's a picture with faces. They're that superstitious.

I like to think that I'm still a good person because I don't hurt anyone intentionally and I'm still a kind respectful human being even though I may have some impure thoughts. They'd probably say I'm going to hell if they really knew me and they might just be right. I don't know. They'd probably disown me if they knew what I actually think and feel. I hope that someday I'll be comfortable enough to be able to be myself instead of acting like this quiet innocent child even though I'm almost 20.

Someday, I'll build up the courage, but for now, I'm just happy to be here. That's actually one of the reasons why I like hanging out here so much. Not only is there entertaining BTS content, but I feel like this is such a safe space. I don't have a single person in my actual life that I can joke with and feel unreserved with, whereas here, I have no inhibitions whatsoever. Yeah, some of the stuff that I send in here is anonymous, but I still bother to click send whereas I would never say it in real life.

I also appreciate that you're Muslim, so I can relate to you. It makes me feel less bad about being from a Muslim family and reading smut, lol. Where I come from, people would neeeever talk about sex. I'm not perfect. There's no such thing as perfect. That doesn't change that I feel like the most two-faced bitch out there. I feel like someone who's in the closet. I'm not gay, I just mean figuratively, like no one knows how I feel. Sorry, I know this was a bit of a long rant. I just needed to offload. Sometimes I wish I could meet you in person, Alina. Then at least I'd have one real friend that actually knows the real me without judging me. You're the kind of person who stands up for her friends no matter what. I know I call you a princess, but you're truly more like my night in shining armour who saves me from hating myself and from being alone. You have a heart of gold and I love you for it. Thank you for being my friend, even if it's virtual.

P.S., If this sounds off-putting to a non-Muslim about Islam, please don't use this as an example. Islam is a beautiful religion once you get to know it. My family is just a bit... extreme. They're not terrorists or oppressors. They would never force me to do anything serious against my will. I'm willingly like this. I've created this façade for myself and don't know how to get out of it. They're just very morally sound and staunchly religious. They're a little bit condemning and restrictive, but they're still good people.

I’m glad that you feel comfy enough to share your struggles n that’s okay, I’m just blessed enough to have parents who are open minded, I definitely love my religion a lot and i practice it daily but yeah….

Yay!!!! another Muslim!!!!

anytime bae, and I wish I could MEET ALL OF YOU LIKE A LITTKE MEET N GREET OOHHH I WISH I COULD 😭🩷

[galaxywarp]

hallo! can i ask for a rec? i absolutely must offload some pictures + videos off my phone but i still want access to them. do u have any recs for that? i dont mind a monthly subscription (if it isnt wildly high i have 0 doll hairs)

google drive free 15 GB cloud storage :0 you could make multiple accounts. thats what i do lol

you can then use that app to access the clouded versions of your files, while freeing up the physical space on your phone

if you need more than 15 GB , and you want to keep it to just one account, for $1.99 a month you can upgrade to 100 GB

also if you can, i would recommend getting a flash drive of some sort to backup your pictures and videos so you have physical copies somewhere you can keep safe :O data loss is heartbreaking and can happen to everyone. pls backup your important files regularly!! <3

[ivoryminitower]

Echoes of Home: 35 - Steve ("vandalism")

Echoes of Home: FFXIV AU OC – WoLs on Earth

The shed was originally big enough for maybe a pickup truck and some storage space.  Since we weren't planning to put a truck in it it would be plenty enough space for a workbench and lots of storage.  Not that that could match our inventory -- 999 of anything is a bit much for a cabinet -- but it'd let us offload small quantities of stuff we didn't want to throw away.

Door frames are a bit more complicated than simple wood panels.  You have to allow for it in the wall, you have to make it strong enough to hold the door, and if it's a supporting wall (which, thankfully, the shed doesn't exactly have any of), it needs to be structurally strong enough for weight pressing down from above.

It would be simplest to not bother with the original bay door, but it's Sam's shed and he might some day want one.  So, current plan is a wall with a frame with a smaller wall inside bolted in place.  Won't be big enough for a winnebago, but then neither is the entire shed.  Maybe we'll find a barn or something in the future.

Probably bassackwards to build the door panel before the door frame, but the panel was just more of the same of what we'd been doing, so I went ahead and finished it first.  We leaned it against the finished side of the shed; it can stay there until I figure out the frame.  Or maybe actually ask someone about how to make one.

Tsu'na and I broke for dinner at the diner before my bouncer shift.  She'd been coming to the Pit and reading while I was on duty (never got into Zane Grey myself...I'm more Tony Hillerman), but this time she said she wanted to go map from the air, which, on goobbue-back/head, can really only happen at night.  So we stopped at the store to pick up a couple LED flashlights and she headed off to explore.

The guys at the Pit pretty much keep to themselves.  Tsu'na and I work there, but we're still newcomers and outsiders who don't talk a lot about where we're from or what we did there.  I tell them we were fighting overseas, but I don't want to talk about that too much in case I run into an actual combat vet who knows the talk and the signs better than I do.  Outside of that I don't have a lot in common with these folk, so I smile, nod, listen a lot, try to be a friendly face (even when I'm telling someone he's had enough for the evening) and stay courteously aloof with any women that get brought in...I suspect neither the guys nor Tsu'na particularly want me getting too friendly with the women.

Last night was the only fight I actually had to break up.  A couple guys got into a shoving match, so I went over and got between them.  They both turned on me.  I grabbed a shirt in each hand, hoisted and dumped them both on their backs on the pool table.  But I kept smiling.  The friendly face that broke up their fight.  I let go of their shirts, asked "We good?" and got nods in response.  My work was done.

I hung out after closing while Sam locked up. I considered getting out my journal to see where Tsu'na was, but I didn't feel like explaining a GPS-enabled book, so I sipped a cider as Sam went through the motions.

BamBam

Sam and I looked at each other.

"The hell was that?"

"Was it coming from the shed?"

Sam reached under the bar and got out a shotgun I didn't know he had.  Oklahoma low-grade bar, so not a shock, but still something to remember.

BamBam BamBam

We went quietly out the back door.  I took lead, and as we came alongside the shed I motioned Sam to stop and crouch.  I did the same, got out my phone and turned on selfie cam to use it as a mirror to look around the corner.

"Oh."  I relaxed.  "It's just my wife."

"Your wife?  The hell's she doing?"

The noise stopped and Tsu'na came around the corner in her Dancer gear.  She looked down at me. "What are you doing, Husband?"

I rose. "Checking the premises for signs of vandalism.  Seen any?"

She glanced back around the corner.  "I may have caused some."

We followed her around the shed.  She'd set up a camp lantern near the door panel, which she'd apparently been using for target practice, judging by the dents and splintering.  As we studied it I slipped my arms around her from behind. "I'd've made you a training dummy if you'd asked me."

"I did not plan this.  It was…"

"An impulse decision?"

"Yes.  I am sorry.  I will help you make a new one."

"I'd appreciate it.  Guess this one's yours now."

Sam peered at the damage to the boards. "The hell were you hittin' it with?"

She held up her Dancer weapons. "My throwing chakrams."

"What, those rings?  Like...Xena?"

I chuckled. "Yeah, I married Xena."  I released Tsu'na and waved Sam to the side. "Why don't you give him a demonstration, my love?"

She nodded and went into combat stance.

BAMBAM

The rings slammed into the wood and rebounded into her waiting hands.

BAMBAM BAMBAM

She picked up the rhythm as she worked into her combos.

BAMBAM BAMBAM BAMBAM BAM

She caught the rings and shifted smoothly into a passive stance.  Sam stared at her open-mouthed.  I smiled. "Magnificent, isn't she?"

"Where'd she learn to do that?"

"We had the option of training in different exotic weapons."

"The army teaches you to use those?"

"I never said we were in the army."

"You said...deployment overseas."

"Yeah, but not the army.  We were contractors."  As Sam opened his mouth again I added, "Which we're not supposed to talk about."

"Yeah...right.  So...you can do this too?"

"Sure.  I'd show you, but I don't have my rings right now.  Maybe tomorrow?"

"Yeah, okay."

I walked over and picked up the lantern. "I think you've done enough vandalism tonight, my love.  Let's go home."

We left Sam staring at the damaged panel in the dwindling light.  As we got out of his sight I asked, "So what brought on this particular impulse?"

"I was feeling...restless, I think.  We have not used the chakrams in so long.  I wanted to feel...more whole."

"I understand.  It's been pretty quiet here.  Kinda like we're newbies all over again.  Why didn't you use a tree?"

"It would upset the seedseers if I hurt a tree."

"I suppose it would.  Okay, let's plan some more hunting before too long."

"Yes, Husband."

"After you help me make a new door panel."

"...Yes, Husband."

[professorbussywinkle]

I have this idle thought that living in an emotionally and sexually repressive society causes parents to unconsciously literally dominate children, like DOMINATE dominate, lemme explain...

Let's say you have an erotic urge to like...dominate someone, but you've subscribed to religious or moral teachings that make you believe that any erotic desire like that is inherently sinful, wrong, and bad, and evil

and so since believing that your desire to dominate, that is naturally encoded into your soul, that you can't control, should never be indulged or you'll go to hell, these feelings get repressed VERY deeply

When you repress a natural desire into your shadow, the darkness within your shadow contorts, warps, and twists your desires up, fucks it all up, so long as it remains there, and more so the deeper it resides there, the next time that desire should come to light, it will always be UNRECOGNIZABLE in comparison to how your desire was expressed before you made the conscious choice to say no to your desires like that

And so subconsciously, this desire to dominate expresses itself in whatever ways it can, from being controlling and manipulative in relationships and marriages, dominating finances, to seeking out jobs like security or police so you can scratch the erotic urge to dominate and overpower by proxy for your job, placing yourself around doormat type people and lower company so you can easily control them feel superior/domineering over them Etc.

it literally holds great dominion over you and your behavior as long as you deny it in your soul, so long as you say no to it

So when it comes to people with this repressed erotic urge to dominate and corrupt, children are the PERFECT targets to offload their unconscious repressed urges

They have no life experience to give anything proper context and fight back or know they're being wronged

They're easy to lie to and manipulate since they're very naive and trusting

They're easy to boss around due to children's inherent psychological drive to please their parental figures in any way possible

You'll literally have parents up in fucking arms and shitting themselves because their child is expressing their own autonomy and personhood, and that's completely unacceptable if your unconscious desire when you decided to have children in the first place was to exert dominion and control over a whole entire human being

It is normal, based on how deep the repression is, for people to have ZERO awareness of this, and write off these unhealthy unconscious urges with stories that go like...

"well Im just trying to discipline them"

"I can't let my kid just do whatever they want, they'll become spoiled"

"I'm the parent, they're the child, they MUST listen and obey me because I know what's best for them"

Etc. Whatever excuse they can leverage to exert control over a helpless innocent "slave"

My point is that people who have kids aren't having enough kinky, fucked up, disrespectful, nasty, disgusting BDSM sex with their husbands/wives

So dominating their literal children like this by:

removing doors as punishment to control what they do in their own space and remove their privacy and put them under surveillance so you can punish and dominate them if they disobey

taking possessions away as punishment to feel powerful and in control

helicopter parenting to the point where you blow their phone up for going over to a friend's house and getting home 15 minutes after curfew, and diminishing their freedom to have their own social life and friends

is quite literally the next best thing that scratches that erotic itch to control, dominate, and exert power over a helpless person

having a child has taught me that every toddler is completely justified in their frustrations and tantrums because learning how to do something you have literally never encountered or heard of before is insane. and being expected to be completely calm in the face of this constant barrage of overwhelming information is doubly insane.

i got charlie a sticker activity book and it occurred to me i have to TEACH someone how to unpeel stickers. it's SKILL that requires DEXTERITY and FINE MOTOR ABILITY. i thought it was obvious that you have to curl the page a little bit to create a break in the cut so the sticker comes up.

obviously a fucking BABY wouldn't know that because they have no background experience to inform their thought process. OBVIOUSLY. and OBVIOUSLY the LITERAL BABY wouldn't get it right the first few times. it would OBVIOUSLY take practice. lots of it.

i hate this feeling. it's so obvious. why are children treated so badly when they're learning everything for the first fucking time. why do people treat children so horribly and expect so much. they're brand new. why didn't i get the same grace i give to my child? why did no one have patience for me? why, when it's this easy?

it's so easy. it's so fucking easy.

[podurae]

Go to school

Fill out the form to rent out photography studio

Get lights set up and precise, no shadows that I don’t want.

My decade old camera had it’s sd card run out of storage. Couldn’t take pictures

No biggie. Just go and rent another sd card from the office, it’s empty.

Shoot my photos

Go upstairs to upload these pictures from the camera to the cloud so i can return the SD card

I log into a computer upstairs

Two step verification to make sure it’s a student signing into the computer.

I get on the school wifi from this computer, which has to sign in to the internet every time because of strict data control at the university I go to.

Two step verification to make sure I am a student again (this is now the third time i have visited this authentication site from the same computer)

I navigate to Google Drive.

Two step verification from Google. Have to update Youtube on my phone in order to do this.

The storage on google drive is full too. Go and offload the final two videos that I had kept on the drive (2 pieces of video art less than 4 minutes each) and send them to youtube. It freed up 400 MB

Takes an hour even with the ethernet cable plugged into the machine.

Go back to the studio to edit the raw photos in adobe Lightroom on my shitty laptop

Auto sign in on my laptop’s Adobe account

Two step verification from Adobe.

Can’t use the software — not enough space on my hard drive which says I have used “ALL” of the storage on my laptop

62% Storage : System Data. I am only using about 20% of the storage on this machine. the rest is applications + other files that I can’t delete.

Do yet another deep clean of the files on my laptop and get rid of anything that’s not either saved on my phone or on Google Drive.

2% storage available now

Download two pictures of the 30 that I took to convert them.

Sign back into Lightroom

Two factor verification from Adobe again to sign in.

Can’t run software because the photos I downloaded take up too much space.