#back in my day...

[nstyona]

looking back on it this'll always be my favourite kaiser panel because not only did it make people shut up abt his miss in the prev chapter, it came out on my birthday 💗💗 To me, this was goal from him was a gift

[nerianasims]

I see people saying they get how people are soooo frustrated with Sims File Share, they totally understand, but it's still good, and...

Look, I'm not in the mood to play nice about this. The people complaining are whiny, annoying, and spoiled. Sims File Share almost always works extremely well. It is free. Not even ads. You people griping and moaning sound just like the people griping and moaning at fanfic authors for not writing your exact preferred pairings your exact preferred way, or for AO3 not being organized the exact way you want it to be.

Me, I do not understand the people who are complaining. Get over yourselves. You will live without those entirely free pixels for a game for a day or two, somehow.

[jennmakesitweird]

Y'all want to see something?

I found some pictures - blurry and not great but still - of my bedroom from 37 years ago. 1986. I was 15/16 years old.

It's embarrassing... but I'm going to share anyways

This is my Judas Priest wall. They were my favourite band at the time, and this was right next to my bed. The album Turbo came out that year, and I was lucky enough to see them twice on that tour.

This was the other full wall in my room, across from my bed. There's an awful lot of Robert Plant pictures, so I must have been heavy in my Led Zep phase at the time.

I remember how hard it was to get pictures of the bands and musicians you liked. We would make trips to the bookstores or corner stores to check out all the magazines. Sometimes you'd have the misfortune of having two good pics on the back of each other, so you'd have to buy two copies if you wanted them both.

I spy: The Scorpions, David Coverdale, John Sykes, Iron Maiden, Aerosmith, Jake E. Lee, Joe Lynn Turner, Vivian Campbell, Rainbow, Ratt, Motley Crue, Van Halen, GTR, Jimmy Page (around the time of The Firm), Ann and Nancy Wilson, and the Canadian metal queen Lee Aaron. All these years later and I still listen to almost all of these bands.

The next year, I still would have the Judas Priest wall, and I lot more glam metal bands joining the fold (like Whitesnake post 1987, Cinderella, Winger, etc). Then 1990 rolled around, Priest released Painkiller, and that got me into much heavier stuff... 🤘🏻

Tagging: @long-cold-winterr, @hellbent-for-metal, and @copiaslittleguineapig just for fun, lol

[chryblossomjjk]

happy birthday to bangtan sonyeondan, my forevers

[writerobscura]

Instagram 5.14.2023

☝️The fujoshis when some bara-sign carrying fool comes along thinking its all about him because he met some homophobic yaoi-fans once (and yes, when they gush over your gayness to the point of cringe, that's homophobia.) Fujos aren't 'fetishizing' you, they're enjoying comics and films and have no idea you exist until you show up tossing commandment tablets at them like some fucking delusional Moses descending Mount Misogyny. If the 'girls you've met' have made you feel objectified, then they're creepers and everyone is fair game to them, not just 'you and yours.' In ten years, they'll be lusting for something else. Fujoshi are just fans of BL & geikomi, genres written and drawn by people of all genders that are lgbtqia themselves.

[snailobituaries]

That’s it. Bard alum are never allowed to play root again unless they graduated >10 years ago or have a note from their doctor saying they don’t have a inferiority complex or a gear fetish

[eonars]

Last summer I was on a very expedited acid come up at a music festival and my entirely unaware mother thousands of miles away was at costco and texted me incredulous at how they already had halloween stuff out for sale in the summer but all I saw was a message preview of a giant 10 foot tall skeleton with glowing eyes and "can u believe it??"

[isjasz]

[Ready for a new game?]

day 11 definitelynottober - heart in your fist & week 1 weeklyhermittober - beginnings

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IM SO READY LETSGO SO EXCITED FOR THE NEW LIFE SERIES💥💥💥💥💥💥

[lucidseduction]

Alot of you were born in a completely different millennia than me.

💫 Isn't that neat? 💫

[hinamie]

trick or treat!

[inkskinned]

you said you were stuck in a time loop, which was fine. i feel like late-stage capitalism has us all in a time loop, ammiright? you came barging in at 5:33. in the morning. i hadn't even processed the idea of coffee.

but you had this look of utter panic in your eyes. terror like the ocean. you grabbed my cheeks. im in a time loop.

i don't know why in movies the first reaction is to deny it. when someone is panicking like that, it's not appropriate to ask them to calm down. it didn't matter if i believed it, what mattered was that you believed it so much that it was consuming you.

so here we are. i pour you some of the dark roast. "you look like utter and entire hell," i say.

you push your fingers into your eyes. "you always say that."

i try to think of something funny to say that i wouldn't have said on previous time loops, but jokes don't land without the proper timing (lol). "remind me to think -"

"-yeah, of a joke that only works in the future. and before you say anything, i know you're pissed i just stole your punchline." you bolt the coffee, which is wild. it's very hot. you don't seem to notice.

i blow on mine to cool it down. i both am very pissed at you and also i can't see you in this amount of panic without wanting to help. but i'm also not really sure what we are, not since i saw you kiss her like that, no offense. it just was like, kind of rude when you knew i liked you.

and besides. i'm just like, barely a person. i write omegaverse fanfiction. i love the concept of a time loop, but what the fuck am i gonna do? send an alpha in there? i open my mouth.

you point at me. "you're about to ask why me. and then say some disparaging shit about yourself. i'm just a nerd who plays dnd or something. that self-own is slightly different each time." you sigh. "i know you think you can't really help me. i don't know who can help me. i only came to you because you fucking believe me." you check your watch, sigh, and throw your head back. you cover your eyes with one hand. "i've come here on 26 separate revolutions," you say. "you have believed me every time. and yeah, i have no idea how you fit into this but i just -" you sigh again. "i just like fucking talking to someone about it."

"do you need more cof-" i start, but you're already holding the empty cup out. i frown at it. "you're not getting any more until you promise not to bolt this one like an animal."

you laugh a little and sit up, pushing your hair out of your face. "okay, that's new dialogue. but to be fair to you, i'm not usually this rude. i'm still pretty new at all of this." you check your watch again. another sigh. i guess you're cruising for a personal best in the Sigh Olympics.

i almost tell you im not an NPC but i've played enough video games to know i'm very much an NPC. i pour you another cup. "so what happens in the loop?"

"really bad explosion." you mutter into the mug. you put your elbows on the table (rude) and bury your face in your arms like an angsty teenager. one hand floats up while you talk, because evidently you literally can't talk without your hands. "i have to save the day and there's this bomb and i have no bomb training and it keeps moving, you know."

"do i die?"

you peek up from your arms. "yeah. bigtime. you keep trying to run or stay or do anything and you always super die."

"oh."

"to be fair, like, everyone dies in it though.... so you're in good company."

i hate that you make me laugh. i hate that being around you always feels tingly and strange, this electric tension between us. something that is evidently (given how you stuck your tongue down a stranger's throat literally 3 days ago) (well. 3 for me) super one-sided. i take a sip of my coffee and close my eyes.

i die today, i guess. a little spark of panic starts at the top of my hands and starts whipping up my wrists.

"shit," you say. you look at your watch and jump to your feet. "i have to go. if i can come back, i will. i am still trying to figure out when is best to do everything, you know? the order of stuff. maybe morning isn't good for us."

i look up at you and think about how you keep kissing me in the back of my car and in alleyways and in the dark. and i can never fucking get a read on you. and i also think about how incredibly panicked you look. how broken. how long have you been doing this? "i don't want to die," i say.

you glance downwards. "well, you're not really dead, you'll come back in the loop."

"but i will have died." my hands are shaking. i am trying really hard to stay calm.

you push your hands through your hair again. "i really have to go. i will have this discussion with the next version of you, though. it is like, something i am thinking about."

"but i don't get a next version," i say. i don't really have the language for this, because i haven't had 26 tries with you. i only have my memories: you, a week ago. drunk and telling me you loved me in my ear. you, kissing her anyway. you, months ago, throwing up on my birthday, whispering to me i ruin everything i touch, always, over and over. please don't ask. i can't ever fucking have that be you.

i run my finger along the rim of the mug. "i don't want to die in this one."

you seem baffled by this. "i get that but - time will reset, you'll be fine, you won't even remember we talked about this."

"but i know now." i stand up too. "i have to live the rest of this day knowing i could die. knowing i probably am going to."

"you could always die, to be fair."

i feel my hands get out of control. "earlier, you said i always say a different insult about myself. what if you're just going through different parallel universes and those are all just different - but real - versions of myself? what if you're not in a time loop, you're in a fucking universe loop?"

"if it helps, i've wondered this too. also, you're hot in all of them. if that helps."

i point at you. "no flirting. i'm trying to figure out if i die today."

"who's flirting?" you catch my wild hands and give me that long, perfect smile. like we're in this together. "i won't let ya die." you check your watch and sigh again. "well. maybe not this time."

i grit my teeth. you are so not making quips at me while i try to explain the existential dread i'm having. "does the time loop reset if i fucking kill you?"

"honestly i don't know how long it continues after i die, because i just wake up. it could be that the loop goes until the explosion for everyone, and we're all in the loop, or it could be that when i die, the loop restarts. when i die i wake up, is all."

i pull away from you and stalk into the kitchen and start doing all 3 of my dishes. "okay, first, you know i was joking. and secondly, this is exactly my point. you don't know if this is just a parallel universe. maybe in the ones where you died, the explosion happened and nobody reset and it's just you travelling." i have to stop and push the heel of my palm into my eyeball. "... how often have you died?"

i look at you. you look at me. you give me this very sad, halfway smile and a little what can ya do shrug. something in that action seems so old and weary that i want to burst into tears.

"i have to go," you say. "really. for real. there's this family of five i save from getting into a car crash. and i know it's like oh but we're all gonna die in the explosion anyway, what's the point. and..." you shrug again. "it matters to me, is all. at least i saved them for now. at least i saved anything."

you pad over to me and wrap me in a tight hug. you always seem so tall against me. i feel your cheek rest against the top of my head for a moment. for a second, it's just us, and the space is warm, and my heart is a little broken hare.

you leave me there, and i stand in my stupid badly lit kitchen with my stupid mugs. i think about you. i start texting my mom that she needs to get out of the city, but it feels pointless.

i don't know what to do. tomorrow is the same day for you. but i have to prepare to die in my today.

[bisexualvader]

what my notifs look like currently

[homiu-l]

crazy season am I right

[the-maw-consumes]

do you think it'll let up soon?

static version:

[maeamian]

If you saw me agreeing with being annoyed about wasted helium in a fictional context and were like "I bet she has some more helium based anger in her life" good news LAPD fucked up a raid on a medical facility they thought was a pot farm and flat out ruined thousands of gallons of the stuff.

[frenchublog]