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writerwrites · 3 years ago

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All I Want is You

Title: All I Want is You

Summary: You’ve been trying to celebrate your body with a secret Tumblr side blog where you make sinday posts in your new lingerie. It’s a small endeavor and you don’t interact with most of your followers, but when a certain blog does a deep dive liking your posts you can’t help yourself. You just hope things won’t get out of hand.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Word Count: 3.1k Warnings: Smut 18+, Minors DNI, masturbation, voyeurism, some language

A/N: This is my B3 - Mutual Masturbation entry to the Steve Rogers Bingo Challenge. @steverogersbingo | Jammies | Moodboard

Steve opened the app on his phone; that dark blue square with its neon cyan and pink lowercase ‘t’. When he’d gotten his first smartphone a year after trying a flip phone, Tony had taken it upon himself to put a bunch of popular apps on it. It was a little too overwhelming at first, the world of hashtags and fandoms. Now, years later, he still didn’t know how to change his username from ‘captain-oblivious’ but he liked the simplicity of the ‘heart’ feature to save things he liked to look at, enjoyed reading stories people wrote and looking at their art. Steve wouldn’t admit it to anyone but he also liked that the site wasn’t promoted for porn, but gave him access to things he was curious about and when he found your blog…

You saw your phone light up and thought nothing of it. It was sinday, after all. Part of your New Year’s resolution was to accept your body and you’d been breaking out of your shell by posting pictures on a sideblog in new lingerie every Sunday- face cropped out, of course. You’d avoided looking at the follower count or the notes on your posts for months. Instead, you focused on the interactions through your inbox and messenger on the app. Sure, some people were crass or flat out degenerate assholes, but that was the thing about Tumblr, the people that were nice people could be really body positive and supportive. They outweighed the negativity. Still, this particular type of blog had a way of alluring creeps so you rarely were the one to initiate a conversation. However, when your phone wouldn’t stop pinging with notifications curiosity got the better of you.

“How far back are you gonna go, buddy?” You whispered to yourself as you scrolled through the notifications that read ‘captain-oblivious liked your post’. That made you smile, such an odd username making you wonder if he even knew you could see what he was doing. Flipping to his blog, you were met with an even more surprising combination of reblogs. An array of reblogs from history blogs that highlighted minorities and women in military roles, reblogs of stunning buildings around the world, a few shared songs or reblogs of fanart that used lyrics, and then every couple dozen posts a stunning sketch of a person, building, or cartoon. “Who are you?”

Biting your lip and maybe even against your better judgement, you clicked the ‘follow’ button and fell back into your bed. You’d showered, brushed your teeth, and you really should be falling asleep… You should, but instead, you’re still scrolling through this stranger’s blog while they make it through months of sinday posts. Curiosity is a dangerous thing, but there you were sending a message to captain-oblivious, “Planning to have a good night or am I officially your muse for your next sketch?” Tossing your phone onto the blankets next to you, you reached into your nightstand for your vibrator. Just as you’re about to turn it on, your phone chimes and you’re scrambling to find it tangled with your comforter while you squeeze your thighs together, trying not to drop the toy.

Steve froze the moment he saw your follow. He didn’t know the etiquette, didn’t know what you thought about him, and for the first time in a very long time he found himself nervous. Then you messaged him and he dropped the phone like it had burst into flames. His blue eyes stared wide at it as if there was alien tech lying face down on his bedroom floor and he was waiting for it to explode. A part of him felt small again, pre-serum small. What would Bucky do? With shaking hands and a jagged breath, Steve picked up his phone and read your message. He typed out four responses before telling you, “Can’t it be a bit of both without that being creepy?”

Fuck, that was kind of endearing. “It would be less creepy if I had a name to go with all the likes. Y’know, most people have their name and age on their blog descriptions to avoid people thinking they’re minors consuming adult content. Telling people you’re ‘over 100’ in your description isn’t particularly convincing, just saying.”

He stared at your response and bit his lip. Sure, he could lie, but he didn’t know where in the world you were or if you would believe each other if you were being honest. Typing on his phone he clicked away and hit send, “It’s Steve and I’m definitely not a minor. Just bad with the app… or any app really.” He hesitated to ask for your name, biting his lip as he tapped in a few different messages and then clicked send accidentally on, “I’d ask you your name but I know more about you than you know about me.”

With a smile on your lips you replied with your name- your real name. You assumed he wouldn’t believe you anyways. If only you knew that he was on the other side of the phone wrapping his lips around that word and the thought alone of hearing you whimper just hearing your name on his lips was getting him hard. “You still there?” Hoping the message didn’t come off as impatient you spread out on your bed, naked as the day you were born, fingers moving down your skin.

“Yeah, still here. Just thinking about you in nothing but those stockings saying my name.” God, he muttered into his empty bedroom, what am I doing? Was this too forward? He swallowed, watching you type, certain he’d crossed a line.

“You want more? I could put them back on… Otherwise, I really am just in nothing.” Biting your bottom lip you hit send before you got second thoughts you quickly typed. “I’m not a sex worker. Not that I have a problem with that, but I don’t want your money. I’m just in the mood for some... fun.” Steve watched and you rambled in your room before muttering a quick fuck it, “FaceTime, no faces?”

Swallowing, Steve blinked away the shock and confusion. Curiosity was going to walk the dog tonight, he mused before replying with his number and asking for fifteen minutes. You promptly agreed, wondering what he needed the fifteen minutes for. On the other hand, you just wanted to clean up your bedroom, adjust the lighting, and pick out a little mask to disguise yourself in case your phone flashed your face on this little naughty call and this Steve ended up being the type of pervert that screenshot or recorded the call. After all, you had a bad little habit of falling apart when you got off and something told you that you’d be doing a lot of that tonight. He looked around his room one more time as his phone chimed. No more pictures with Peggy or Bucky on the bedside table, shield tucked under the bed, and any Avengers logo clothing thrown into the hamper out of sight. Two rings, three, and he picked up. A nervous laugh passed his lips as he fell onto the bed and kept the phone at his chest and lower.

“Breathing heavy.” You observed, voice soft. “Excited to see me?” That accent, the familiar drawl of a New Yorker. It made him a little hesitant to speak. “It’s okay, I’m sure I’ll hear you say my name at some point tonight. First, you asked for nothing but the stockings, so I thought I’d give you the full show.”

Steve looked down at his screen, flipping his camera so you’d only see his lower stomach and legs as he pushed his fly down and pushed off his jeans, eager to enjoy every moment of your company- distant as it may be. You smiled and he caught it, your face obscured only by your hair and a mask. Slowly walking back toward a mirror, Steve drank in your curves in the soft light of your bedroom as he realized you weren’t lying about being naked. A low hum passed his lips and then you propped up one leg, slowly pulling on the stockings, the thick stitched black line going straight up to the back of the middle of your thigh. You could hear his breathing get heavy as he exhaled, loud and slow. Turning to give him the best view, you put on the other. Admiring yourself in the mirror, you looked back at your phone, mounted and waiting for you to drink him in too. Biting your finger you slowly bent over and trailed your fingers up the stockings. It elicited the exact reaction you wanted, that long, deep groan of, “Fuck.”

“Still want me in nothing but the stockings.” You walked toward your phone slowly, crossing one leg over the other so he could admire your hips, breasts, and curves as you kept your head down, eyes up on the camera through your hair and long eyelashes before you picked the device up and fell onto your bed.

“Better. I wish I was there to run my hands up your legs, across your body. You’re absolutely breathtaking.” He meant it, rock hard and pulling himself out of his boxer briefs.

If you weren’t wet seeing how hard you made him you were definitely clenching needily around nothing when you saw how thick and long he was. A soft whimper passed your lips and you bit your bottom lip to try and catch it, flipping your own camera around so he could see you from the waist down, he asked for the stockings after all. Trying to give yourself a minute to catch your breath you whispered, “The man speaks in whole sentences.” Slipping a finger under the lace hem of the stockings, you moved toward your inner thigh, teasing yourself like you wished he was there to tease you. “If you were here, where would you put your mouth first?”

His hand was still pumping his cock as he swallowed down his answer. It took him a moment, then he confessed, “If I was there I’d kiss you before I ever touched you. What would your perfect mouth taste like if I was there kissing you?”

“A white wine called Moscato Dulce. Sweet, a hint of honey and peach.” You picked up the nearly empty glass on the nightstand and brought it to your lips.

“Turn the camera around. Please?” Your breath hitched then picked up as you did what he commanded and then questioningly begged for, uncertain of why you were so eager to please him. When you did, your lips were damp from your small sips and he sighed. “You have an accent you know?” You frowned a little and he tried to recover, “No, it’s not a bad thing! It’s comforting actually. I was really nervous and then I just heard it and …” You watched him stroke himself slowly, your tongue running across your lips as he swiped his precum over his tip, making it glisten. “It’s Brooklyn, isn’t it.”

With a bashful nod you confirmed, hoping that he wouldn’t just assume you were still in Brooklyn, though you definitely were. You stayed quiet, sipping your wine as you watched him keep himself hard with lazy long strokes as he watched your mouth. Still nervous about talking about where you were, you asked, “Tell me something I wouldn’t expect from you.”

“Seeing as how you probably think I’m just some pervert from the internet, I’m sure anything could cover that.” He stopped stroking himself again, clearing his throat and then reciting part of a somewhat familiar poem:

I set her on my pacing steed,

And nothing else saw all day long,

For sidelong would she bend, and sing

A faery’s song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,

And honey wild, and manna-dew,

And sure in language strange she said—

‘I love thee true’.

“That’s what I thought when you said you tasted like that wine.” Steve rubbed his palms down his thighs and adjusted his frame on the bed. “It’s John Keats.”

You only let him see the blush on your cheeks for the briefest moment, flipping the camera around once more and giving him a new view with the mirror and your legs crossed, blocking his view. Keats was familiar to you, but you doubted that he could make out the books on the built-in shelves behind you. You slowly opened your legs, letting him enjoy the view as you asked, “Do you want to set me on your pacing steed?”

His cock twitched at the thought and he grabbed his length once more, stroking himself a little faster, fist tighter. You admired the veins in his arms as he groaned. The sound alone made you weak in the knees. “Do you doubt it?”

“Maybe a little.” Your words trailed off as you slipped your fingers into your wet folds, circling your clit slowly as you watched Steve stroke himself. The pair of you were quiet like that for a while, breathing growing louder on both ends of the line until you moaned out his name and made him groan so you said it again, “Steve…”

He slowed down, watching you do the same. “What is it, Honey?”

A small moan managed to pass your lips despite your best efforts to keep the needy sounds stifled. What were you trying to say, you thought as you kept playing with yourself. Teasing your opening you slipped the tip of one finger into your entrance and whimpered as you clenched. This was both a turn on and completely unsatisfying. Arching your finger you pushed it deeper into your dripping core. Steve kept his slow pace but he gripped himself more tightly, choking his firm muscle wishing it was you wrapped around him and not his fist. “It’s been so long since anyone’s made me feel good.”

“Do I?” Steve bit his lip when he heard you moan a fleeting ‘mmhm’ and added, “But it’s not enough, is it? Tell me what you need.”

That’s when you caught it, his Brooklyn accent. Your hand stilled for a minute before playing it off by changing pace. You’re just hearing things or maybe he’s a New Yorker and your own accent is rubbing off, you told yourself as you tried to think of how to answer his question. You weren’t being paid, you didn’t know each other at all, so you weren’t sure why you felt almost compelled to lie, to hide how badly you wanted him. “You’re gorgeous, into art and poetry, confident enough to flirt with a stranger naked, and you recite poetry in a voice that could make a phonebook sound sexy. What do I need?” With a gasp and a whimper you picked up your pace, giving him a show as you started to tighten around your own fingers. “I need your permission to come, Sir.”

What you hadn’t expected was for him to come the moment you breathlessly said ‘sir’. Long ropes of thick cum covered his stomach as Steve groaned a long, drawn out, “Fuck.” It brought you to a small release, and left you feeling empty. Rather than linger on the thought of how badly you missed being full and satisfied, seated on a man, you picked up your wine, you turned the camera around. Unknowingly, your tongue was running across your lips again and he groaned watching you as you watched his thick cock go semi-soft. “I know you’re probably used to hearing this but there isn’t a part of you that I don’t want to touch.”

Biting into your bottom lip, you shook your head ‘no’. “It doesn’t matter what I look like out of my clothes, if no one that really knows me wants that.” He was cleaning himself up, listening and thinking of a way to ask what you meant while trying not to call everyone a blind idiot but then you elaborated. “I’m a pretty shy person. I don’t flirt and I’d always rather listen than talk about myself. I guess you could say I’m a bad date.”

“Being quiet doesn’t make a person a bad date. You can’t hear well enough to talk at a concert, need to be quiet in a theater, swimming even hinders a conversation. All of those could be great dates and require very little words from you, so maybe you just need to find someone better at figuring out the things you enjoy.” Steve chucked the boxer briefs he’d used to clean off his stomach to the hamper before turning his attention back to his phone. “So what if you don’t show your affection with words, everyone shows it differently, wants it differently. Hell I’d be happy to see you every day if you kept wearing that red lipstick and biting your lip every time I called you beautiful.”

“Steve, I…” trailing off for a moment, you tried to think of a way to say what you wanted without being pushy.

It was as if the alarms in your head were suddenly blaring and maybe it’s because they were. An alarm rang through Steve’s end of the phone and you watched as the screen went dark before you heard a quick, “Shit.” There was some shuffling and a light shone on the floor of his room. You could have sworn you saw a metal shield under his bed, just for a moment, before Steve had the screen flipped to his chest. “Hey, I have to go. Work thing…”

“Another time then?” He didn’t say anything, clearly moving around as the alarm kept going off. “Hey, can I ask you the same question before you go?” Steve paused, wondering what you meant as he held the phone close enough to his chest so you couldn’t see the vibranium shield getting pulled out from under the bed or the tactical suit being pulled out of his closet. You took his silence as an invitation. “Steve, what do you want?”

Watching his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, and you half expected him to hang up on you. “Honestly? All I want is you.” He ran his tongue across his lips as you tried to remember how to breathe and, before you could pull yourself together he whispered, “Goodnight, Honey. I’ll text you when I’m back in Brooklyn.”

With uncharacteristic confidence and more questions than answered you managed a breathy, “It’s a date.” Watching the corner of his mouth curve into a gleaming smile he gave a quick wave and hung up. “Goodnight, Steve.” You giggled as you picked up your toy and tossed your phone aside, determined to put yourself to sleep and quiet your mind by mentally replaying the phone call until your neighbors knew his name.

A/N: I’ve never written a fic where the people in it are alone. So I hope the dialogue and style were clear despite it being an odd approach to the prompt. I also hope this isn’t a flop to returning from my month of absence. I’m pretty nervous about it. As always, thank you for reading. Little comments and questions are the serotonin my brain continues to deny me so please leave some love, even if it’s just an emoji comment. It keeps me motivated and I really like making new tumblr friends.

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onwriting-hrarby · 3 years ago

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Hello I hope ur doing well

I’m new on tumblr and I don’t really know how it works here sorry lol

I wanted to talk about ur twitter dilemma

When it comes to the pros and how it would be good for the fic since it would gain readership I agree with u on that , I only use twitter to follow fan artists and writers,there is actually an account on twitter that post about EM fanfics and it’s there where I first found out about ur fic ( I’m in love with it btw ur such a good writer ) , so I don’t see a problem on using twitter to promote ur work it can be beneficial, I would advice to only interact with people who enjoy what u write and block any hater u encounter just for the sake of ur mental health and to better enjoy ur time there because as much as Twitter Is amazing with the fanarts and all ,there is a group of people that better be avoided and the haters are always gonna hate no matter what so it’s better to just mute them and move on.

When it comes to the cons I understand ur concern I don’t really know what happend to u on there from what I could understand Is that u got canceled and I’m sorry it happened to u People can be so insufferable, so if u don’t wanna come back it’s understandable at the end of the day it’s ur choice. Twitter is known to be a toxic platform and aot is already a toxic fandom so what can u expect from this combination ,so if u decide to go back on twitter just follow and interact with the people who enjoy the same things as u and share ur interest focus on the things that u love and only surround urself with them. For me I personally deleted the app from my phone and when I wanna check what’s going on there I just use google to log in,scroll down for a bit and log out it’s easy to forget abt the app when it’s not on my Home Screen.

Just like I said at the end of the day it’s ur choice and really hope it works out for u no matter what u chose to do . Again I enjoyed ur fic so much and love ur writing style , u artists and writers deserve so much appreciation ur literally carrying the fandom on ur Back , so thank u so much and best of luck on ur work , have a great day☺️

Dear Anon, thank you very much for this nice input! You're right in all the senses—it's fun, too, that you don't have twitter on your phone! I started like this and then I decided to move to no smartphone, so I can't connect to social media during the day, hehe.

I might take your thoughts into account. I am thinking of not interacting on Twitter anymore, though, just put up the chapter when it's up on ao3. And because as you say, it comes handy for authors who don't have a huge readership/subscribers. I think I know which is the EM fic tweet! I am always indebted to them.

I think, for now, Rotten Judgement won't be on Twitter. I think I will let the account expire, and maybe give me some more time to come back if I feel like it on a future (and I can keep my username).

I am so glad you're liking my fic! Don't hesitate to tell me what you think, either in ao3 comments or in here. I would love to hear your thoughts!

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chris-evans-indian-fanfic · 4 years ago

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Finger Painting

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This is for one of my most favourite writer's challenge! My one-shot entry for @jtargaryen18 writing challenge for her and Chris Evans' birthday month 😄

Description - It's been a month since the reader (Y/N) and Chris Evans have started dating. As the reader is plump around the stomach and the hips, she feels awkward having sex with Chris and so, has been putting it off. But what happens when Chris walks in on her "finger painting"?

Warning - Female masturbation, mentions of porn

Only 18+ proceed!

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Moodboard is by the wonderful @donutloverxo ! Show her some love people 🥰

1 month, 4 days, 2 hours and 26 minutes ago, your dreams had come true. You had started dating Chris Evans! The two of you had met at an axe-throwing club, where you worked. Chris had failed to hit the axe on the wooden board, multiple times. After his first few futile attempts, his group of friends had started teasing him relentlessly, which had further made him anxious.

You had seen him fidgeting with his hands, his breaths shallow as he kept running his hands through his hair. You recognised the signs of anxiety when you saw them, being a victim of anxiety bouts yourself. That's enough, you had decided and taken it upon yourself to share some tips. Chris had followed your instructions and hit his mark, successfully silencing his friends.

After then, he had visited the club almost every week for 5 months. He often offered to buy you a cup of coffee "in exchange for sharing your wise axe-throwing wisdom" he had put it. Putting your anxiety at bay, you had finally given in.

You smiled remembering the coffee-date. It was a simple under $20 date but it had been full of priceless, magical moments. The warm coffee in your hands, soft and crunchy chocolate chip cookies, slow walk under the gorgeous yellow and orange autumn trees, and a lifetime worth of conversations to keep you both company.

After a few more of such simple dates, Chris had officially asked you to be his girlfriend. Still high from the magical date, you had agreed without a second thought.

What you didn't realise was that while dating Chris was a dream come true, it was also as if one of your worst nightmares had come alive.

You found yourself constantly wondering how can someone like him date someone like you?! While you were sure Chris was sculpted by Michelangelo himself, on the other hand, you knew that you were the inspiration for the Michelin tire mascot. And so, even after dating him for 1 month, 4 days, 2 hours and 45 minutes, you still couldn't muster the strength to get physical with him.

While Chris hadn't made any moves to get intimate with you, you knew time would come wherein you would have to either talk to him about it, or get naked in front of him. You didn't like either of those prospects.

Sighing, you laid down on your bed, feeling down after a long day at work. You needed to make yourself feel good. You needed a release.

As you prepared for your bath, you heard your mobile ring. "Hey baby," Chris' voice sounded cheerful on the other end of the call, "wanna watch a movie tonight?"

"Hey Chris, I am too tired. I think I will just go to bed."

"Awww. Are you going to sleep already? Did you eat?" he inquired.

"I was actually about to take a bath, then eat," you replied.

"You sound so stressed baby. Why don't you do some finger painting? I am sure that will make you feel better," Chris suggested.

You have no idea, you thought. "Yeah that's a good suggestion. I will do that."

"You should. I bet they are masterpieces," he said, subtly expressing his desire to view her finger paintings, again.

"Hehe yeah," you laughed awkwardly, "I got to go now. Will take to you tomorrow, 'kay?" you said, eager to cut the call.

"Mmm okay. Take care of yourself baby," said Chris.

Chris found it weird that you had never shown him any of your paintings. Plus, you also avoided the question or were quick to change the topic. With curiosity getting better of him, he decided to head for your place, picking up wine, flowers and chocolates along the way.

After the long bath, you laid on the bed. Legs parted, your left hand immediately went to your bare sex, foregoing all the formality with your breasts. Your right hand browsed through Chris' video interviews on your mobile phone. While porn had worked well for you earlier, it just wasn't good enough anymore. You didn't find those naked, muscular men attractive now.

Selecting your favourite video interview of Chris, you played it on your speaker. His deep and strong voice blared on the loudest volume, while his bearded face, and a tight tshirt hugging his muscles filled your smartphone screen. You were already getting wet, your fingers easily diving through your folds. Time to do some finger painting.

When Chris reached your apartment, he heard a muffled male voice through the door. He tried the broken doorbell and when you didn't answer his knocks, he used the spare key hidden under the welcome mat to enter.

At first, he was surprised to hear a male voice talking on the speaker. He thought maybe you were listening to a podcast. But there was something familiar about the voice...

After a moment, realisation struck! You were watching his interview! Aaawww which meant you were missing him. Good thing he came down to pamper you.

Wishing to surprise you, he sneaked around the living room and entered the kitchen, only to find it empty. Then he heard a small moan from your bedroom. He carefully entered through the ajar door and found one of the most sexiest sights in front of him.

You were sprawled on the bed, your back arched just the tiniest bit as you rapidly thrusted 2 fingers inside of you, with your other hand fondling your bundle of nerves. He raised his eyebrows and smirked, finally understanding the meaning behind finger painting.

He slowly started rubbing his growing erection as you neared your release. You ended your ministrations with an exclamation, your body hitting the mattress as relaxation flooded through you. A peaceful smile crept up on your face, as you felt your release seeping between your thighs.

You screamed with shock as 200 pounds of drop-dead-gorgeous landed on top of you. 2 twinkling eyes, filled with lust and a cocky smirk flashed above you. "Honey, if this is what you call finger painting, then I would love to dip my brush in your paints," Chris said right before he captured your lips with his.

That was it. All it took was a hungry, sexual and passionate kiss to drive away all of your doubts, your anxiety.

You almost laughed at the speed with which Chris disposed off his clothes, his hard and unyielding body merging together with your soft, plump frame, eliminating all the distance between you two.

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purplesurveys · 4 years ago

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survey by hxcsingingsk8r

Phone Scavenger Hunt

First off, what phone do you have? I have an iPhone 8.

And what provider do you use? It’s a local one you wouldn’t know about, called Globe.

How long have you had your current phone? I can’t remember if it would be 3 or 4 years this 2021. Either way, it’s definitely been a while and I’ve been itching to upgrade. It’s too early to make such a big purchase, though.

Do you have any cases for it? Describe them. I have a clear case that I bought last year. Before that, I had a pink Otterbox case that I managed to destroy even though Otterbox is normally known for its durability. I just have a very unique ability to wreck everything I’ve ever owned lol.

How old were you when you got your first cellphone? I was technically 6, but it was meant to be a present for my 7th birthday. We threw a birthday party a month in advance because my dad had to fly back abroad for work before my actual birthday, but we wanted him to be present at the celebration so we decided throwing a party early was the best route.

What about your first smartphone? [If the answer is different] It was an iPhone 5S.

How old are you now? Dunno what this has to do with the theme of the survey but I am now 22.

Okay, move onto the scavenger hunt part

What is your lock screen picture of? It’s of Kim Seon Ho at a restaurant, lmao.

Home screen? It’s one of the shots from a recent promotional photoshoot Hayley did for Good Dye Young.

How many pictures are thre currently on your phone? This question just made me so anxious hahaha. I have way too many photos; and upon checking, it turns out I currently have 6,266. My god do I need to clean up my camera roll this weekend.

How many videos? I have 227. I have no idea it’s gotten to be this many; I barely use my phone to take videos. I’ll go ahead and delete some of them right now, just to give my phone (and its storage) space to breathe.

What is your most recent picture of? It’s a work thing...I guess I’ll explain it so it can make more sense. So one of our clients has got this Lent campaign going on, and to spread word about it we’ve tapped a handful of food bloggers to try out the offers themselves and post about their experience on social media. Now that we’re in the middle of Holy Week they’ve gone ahead and uploaded their own posts, and I’m in charge of taking screenshots so I can show to the client that the execution had been successful.

And the most recent video? It’s a private vlog. Every Sunday, or at least every other Sunday I take a few minutes to sit down and do a weekly video thing where I talk about my ~mental~ and ~emotional~ status, and it’s basically a way to be in touch with myself and keep track of my progress. Who knows, maybe I’ll actually get to uploading them one day.

Do you have any albums? If so, of what? Yeah. I have one for Cooper, one for Kimi, and a bunch of tiny albums I’ve made where I compiled 4–5 photos of friends to post on their birthdays.

What pictures have you favorited? I have a lot of favorited photos. There’s no required category for me to label them as such.

Do you have any shared albums with friends or family or work? No. I’m not sure if I can do that, or how to do it if it is allowed.

Do you have any alarms set? For what time and for what occasions? I have a bunch of alarms but only because they’re archived into the Clock app and I just haven’t gotten around to deleting them. When I was still new at my work, I used to have alarms set for certain work tasks I have to take note of every week – but now that I’ve gotten into the groove of things, I don’t need the alarms to be reminded about them anymore.

Check your weather app, what is the weather and temperature where you live? It says ‘Mostly Clear’ and shows a temperature of 26ºC.

Do you have the YouTube app? Do you have your own channel? I do have the app and my own account, but I never use it to post videos. It’s nice to have my own channel so that my homepage can be tailored to my interests.

Do you have an email app? Which one do you use? I just have the default Email app that comes with iOS, but I never use it because it’s so wonky. It doesn’t refresh new emails and it takes forever when it does, and it doesn’t always show the full thread of email conversations. If I absolutely need to check my email for something I usually have to pull out my laptop.

Does it say that there is an update available on your phone or any apps? Yes, it reminds me everyday hahaha. I don’t update unless Apple has been planning a big revamp with new features, though; and if the updates are just to address bugs, I disregard the reminders.

Go into your contacts, how many contacts do you have total? It says I have 178.

Name all of your contacts under the letter M: Feels a tad bit invasive, so I’ll just name five people I have under M: Lui, Kim, Patrice, Danika, and Andi.

Name all of your contacts under the letter U: I don’t have anyone under U.

Do you have any contacts that are businesses rather than people? Which ones? No, I don’t really use text to contact businesses. If I wanted to inquire or order from one, I usually head to their social media page.

Go into your notes, how many notes do you have saved? This is another one I have a hoarding problem with lol. My phone says I currently have 561 notes, though I’m fairly certain the biggest chunk of it comes from minutes I’ve taken down from work meetings. It was a whole lot less when I was still in school.

What kinds of things do you save in your notes? Like I said, I use Notes for taking down minutes from meetings. There are also a few surveys on there, from times I didn’t have internet and couldn’t post them on here.

Do you have any voice memos saved? What of? Yep. Some of them were recordings I had to do for journalism classes I was assigned to do voiceovers; some are interviews, also from my journ class; and the rest are of me rambling.

Do you ever use the calculator app? Pretty frequently for work.

Do you ever use the Maps app? Not really. If I needed directions, I would check out Waze for that.

Do you have any health/fitness apps? Which ones? I still have the Nike Training app from the very brief time I wanted to start working out earlier this year.

Do you have the Instacart app? The what now? I’ve never even heard of that.

What about a delivery service like Postmates, Uber Eats, Grubhub, Doordash? I have the McDelivery app for McDonald’s, but I also have other general delivery apps like Grab, Lalamove, and Transportify.

Do you have something like Venmo, Cashapp, or Paypal? I have the Paypal app but I never use it. I also have a couple of e-wallet apps just in case I’d have to use them as a payment method, since some businesses I purchase from prefer certain ones. Ultimately, though, I use Grab’s mobile wallet the most often.

Do you use Bitmoji? I think I did before? I never used it all that regularly though. Didn’t see the point.

What other keyboards do you use besides English? Any? Filipino, Korean, and Emoji.

Which social media network apps do you have? Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, YouTube, Tumblr, TikTok, and Snapchat. So I guess I have all the main ones?

If you have Instagram, what is your handle and how many followers? I have a very private one I only use for work. I didn’t want it to have any followers but at present there’s Angela (because she asked to follow it this week) and Bea (idk why).

What do you typically post on the various social media platforms? The only ones I regularly post on are Twitter and Facebook, and on either I share life updates (if there are any) and memes; though on Facebook I have to watch out what kind of memes I share and make sure they aren’t too offensive because I’m friends with relatives, workmates, and media on there lmao. But on Twitter, I basically have no filter.

Do you make TikTok videos? I don’t make any myself, but I do enjoy going through the app.

Do you only add people you know on Facebook? Yes, for the most part. I’ve taken to adding people as long as they’re from UP or my high school even though I’ve never met them as well, but if I sense that they only added me to try and sell me insurance OR try to get me into MLM, then it’s an instant unfriend for me.

Do you have an app that tracks Instagram followers? No, because I don’t need to track my Instagram followers. I’m off the radar as off the radar gets.

Do you have a Snapchat? Yeah, it’s still on my phone just because but I literally never touch it anymore.

Do you ever take selfies with filters? What app's filters do you use? Eh, just before. I don’t really take selfies anymore, period.

Do you use any apps like Depop or Poshmark or Etsy? No. Out of these three I’ve only ever heard of Etsy, too.

What messengers do you use to talk to people? Any besides just texting? I have Messenger to stay in touch with family and friends; Whatsapp and Viber for work; and Telegram just in case my friends want to play games.

Do you have any photo editing apps? Which ones? I have this app called Foodie that has some pretty filters. Otherwise, since I’m not on Instagram anyway I’m never on the lookout for photo editing apps; no one ever filters their photos on Facebook and Twitter lol.

Do you have any games? Which ones? I do have a ton of games on my phone. I never play any of them, but I keep them just in case I get bored enough to start revisiting them. I have word games, drinking games, games similar to Heads Up! where one person will have to guess the word on the screen while the phone is on their forehead, and gimmicky games like 1010! and Candy Crush haha.

Do you have any rideshare apps like Lyft or Uber? I have Grab, which is a rideshare, parcel delivery, food delivery, and online grocery app all in one.

Now go to the actual phone app, whose phone numbers are saved as favorites? I don’t tag any of my contacts as favorites.

Who was your most recent outgoing call to? I can’t recognize the number, so it was probably a Transportify driver that I called to give him directions to my house.

Who was your most recent incoming call from? I also can’t recognize the number, but this time he was most likely a Grab driver.

Who was your most recent missed call from? Again, can’t recognize the number HAHAA

Why did you miss that call? On purpose? Were you sleeping? Busy? My phone is on silent 24/7, so I must have missed it while I was working.

Who is your most recent voicemail from and what's it regarding? We don’t have voicemail in the Philippines.

What was the last thing you Googled or searched on your phone? Candle tunneling and how to fix it.

What music app do you use? Apple Music? Spotify? Something else? I use Spotify, but I also availed of a 3-month trial on Apple Music earlier this year just because. I think it’s supposed to end soon but I have no plans to shift.

What playlists have you made on there? I have playlists called, “robyn discovers kpop,” “winding down,” “angst,” “not my loss,” and my personal favorite, “paramore but fuck you.”

Lastly, what is the most recent song/album you've added to your collection? What Type of X - Jessi.

#survey #surveys

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chiripepe · 4 years ago

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I’ve been having this recurring thought. I don’t know if you guys have wondered this, more than likely yes, if so let me know. But... doesn’t it seem like, the phones are getting better and better with faster and better chips to do the same exact shit? Like, the apps we’re using are not changing. I’m still just loading email and tumblr and videos and jacking off to porn saved in my gallery. Like, the cameras are getting better and the screens nicer but these smartphones are doing the same exact shit.

I have this theory, that most of what these phones do we’re not even cognizant of. Like, every time you open an app, the very first fucking thing the app does is run thru ALL your shit. YouTube wants to know if your phone is connected to a bluetooth speaker so it can determine the kind of forced ads it’s gonna shove down your throat. What time of the day is it. What did you search last on google to send you ads for. What other apps are open? Where are you physically. Are you at home? Are you on your commute? Who else is around you.

I feel like what these phones do, the main reason these companies have to keep putting out faster and faster processors every year aside from the basic shit you buy your phone to do is so that all of these corporations can easier harvest your information in order to sell you shit. Like, the better the processors get and the faster your connection gets the more effective this program of running thru all this information and feeding it back to Facebook, google, apple, yahoo, etc etc.. is. But WE have to pay for the device.

Like, say instead of us having to upgrade every 2 years so our phones work instead they have to upgrade our phones since these companies make so much fucking money from marketing and harvesting all this metadata about users. We have to pay for the phones. I mean, it would be a fucking nightmare if they gave us phones cuz then it would be even worse but just the idea that you can’t control what kind of information these companies have access to. You’re forced to accept the agreement to use ANY of these apps, you can’t pick and choose how the company treats you as a user. You either accept or no twitter, gmail, YouTube, Facebook for you.

I remember when I got my first iPhone and thinking about all that was possible with these new phones but on some level I knew that since everything was being run by corporations eventually they would find a way of fucking it up. Cuz things always go that way.

Remember when you could go on YouTube and watch anime openings to your hearts content without being pounded with 2 commercials at the start and the end? Google invested all that money to getting everyone on there and all those content creator fools on there to make content so once they were the only game in town, and I can’t even THINK of another video hosting service online that matters or is even extant today, once they have you locked in they can do whatever the fuck they want.

Capitalism is shit.

#thoughtz and feelingz

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weeklyhumorist · 4 years ago

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Bill Lumbergh Leads a Zoom Meeting

Okay, let’s see here. ‘Join Meeting.’ Yes.

Is…hello? Is everyone on? Peg, how many do we have here, it should be…18 today. I see Samir, there’s Tom. Peter, nice of you to join us.

Okay everyone, this shouldn’t take more than a few minutes or so. I wrote in my email this morning why I have to get going early. Did everyone get it? Stephen has lacrosse in Derryfield and it’s the season opener, yada yada, have to schmooze with the moms, that sort of thing.

Anyway, first I want to point out what an outstanding job some of you are doing when it comes to putting the new watermark on your Google Slides. Dom and I have been working through all the kinks, a little of this, a little of that, and we finally got it where it needs to be so that you can use it. So, if you all could go ahead and, uh, use it, that would be fantastic.

Now, about Slack. It seems there have been some problems lately when it comes to people not responding to messages – how should I say this – quickly. I’ve talked with Bob and Bob about this and we feel like this is a good sign of whether or not someone is a team player. We’re going on month eight of working from home, so by now you should be treating this as if you’re at your desk or otherwise within my line of sight.

If you really are having a browser issue, you can’t go wrong with Internet Explorer. Those other ones are a little too…a little too flashy for my taste. And if it’s an app issue, well, reinstalling it usually helps. Like I’ve always said, your smartphone is only as smart as the person using it. So, if there’s no technical problem – and I won’t single anyone out, Michael – if you could save the Netflix and the Hulu for after hours, that would be fantastic.

Which reminds me, actually: even though we’re not in the office, and that’s really, really too bad, we do still have a dress code. What it comes down to is that we feel it improves employee morale, and therefore company productivity. But I’ve been doing some, you know, thinking, about this, and since these are such stressful times, I’ve decided that from now on, Fridays will be Hawaiian shirt day or t-shirt with animals day. So, if you want to, you may participate accordingly. I think Nina in Accounts may have a few top-of-the-line items for just this occasion!

But on a serious note, we will be doing a bit of – how do you say – restructuring in the coming months. Weeks, actually, if the timeline holds. You see, Payroll informed me that we really needed to clamp down on overtime, and Bob and Bob and I thought, “Hey, why don’t we just cut off a few branches instead of, you know, having to rake up a bunch of leaves every weekend,” so to speak. Yeah.

Oh, I almost forgot: a reminder to fill out the Personnel Contact Form so you can be reached if Slack is down or if there’s…another issue there. All we need is your cell, two personal emails, your Instagram and Twitter handles, your LinkedIn, Facebook and any dating site profiles, your Snapchat and Skype username, your Signal, GroupMe, WeChat and WhatsApp number (if different than your cell), your YouTube channel and your TikTok account. Tumblr is optional.

That about does it, so I’m going to go ahead and let you go now. Stephen’s birthday is on Thursday, and since normally I know you all would sign a big, big card for him, instead I’m going to record his game this afternoon so you all can watch it tomorrow morning before work. Shouldn’t take longer than an hour and a half. I’ll be going live on Periscope at 4, actually, if anyone on the 8 to 4 schedule wants to catch it then. Either way, please use a work device so that I can confirm on Hubstaff that you’ve seen it all the way through. Anyway, that would just be fantastic, I know he’d really, really appreciate it.

Alright, I will see you all soon, hopefully in person. But I do have this…feeling that with our luck this year, and with everything that’s been going on, the office would probably, I don’t know, burn down on our first day back or something. Imagine that, yikes!

Okay, thanks for your input, Initech Initiators. Be well.

‘Leave Meeting.’ Yes.

Bill Lumbergh Leads a Zoom Meeting was originally published on Weekly Humorist

#Bill Lumbergh #bob #funny #humor #initech #office space #other bob #slack #WFH #zoom

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unseenthewriter · 5 years ago

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Pokémon Go To The Polls [House MD]

When Pokémon Go was released no one was even slightly surprised when Dr. Gregory House downloaded it on day one. Everything else that followed was a little more... Unexpected.

Word Count: 550

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AN: This is my first time actually trying to write a Oneshot so we're going to hope this isn't horrible... This is based on one of my Tumblr Posts I probably WON'T write other Oneshots related to the stuff on the post but maybe someday. Feel free to take inspiration from it though.

When Pokémon Go was released no one was even slightly surprised when Dr. Gregory House downloaded it on day one. Everything else that followed was a little more... Unexpected.

Over time a good majority of Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital downloaded the worldwide phenomenon AR Game.

“I told you to wait before selecting a Team Wilson.” House complained after noticing the now Yellow UI on Dr. James Wilson’s account.

“I didn’t realize that was the Team selection.” Wilson confessed and took his smartphone back.

“You chose Instinct. No one is in Instinct.” House said.

“I’m in Instinct.” Dr. Robert Chase said after running into the other doctors in the hall.

“As I said; no one is in Instinct.” House repeated.

The Aussie Doctor huffed but didn't reply not wanting to get too involved.

House and Chase entered the DDX Room while Wilson continued down the hall to his own office.

The Neurologist Dr. Eric Foreman was sitting on one end of the table with a satisfied smirk on his face. Everyone in the room knew why. He took over the gym near the clinic again. Booting Dr. House and the User Thirteen13 out of the gym.

The User Thirteen13 was a bit of a mystery. Most people had assumed it was Dr. Remy Hadley aka "Thirteen" but apparently that wasn't the case. Her username was instead Bi13. Thirteen13 was definitely not an alternate account either. House may have "borrowed" Thirteen's phone to double-check. The reason the identity of the mysterious "Thirteen13" was curious because that user is level 40. Level 40 is the max level in Pokémon Go and it takes quite a lot of time and dedication to reach that milestone. So whoever "Thirteen13" is they are very good at keeping their addiction to the game hidden.

"Any updates on Fake Thirteen?" Dr. House asked while discarded his backpack on the ground.

"No, but we've got a new case." Dr. Taub quickly replied.

Dr. Chris Taub has been very adamant that Pokémon Go is a waste of time and effort. He's been very keen to shut down any conversation about the Mobile Game.

"Maybe it's Dr. Cuddy." Thirteen mused.

"Not her. I've checked." House replied.

Last week House pulled a bit of a heist to check Dr. Lisa Cuddy’s phone. She doesn’t have the app at all. Which wasn’t a big surprise. After eliminating the Dean of Medicine, House has been a little stuck with figuring out who Thirteen13 is. There was the nurse that Thirteen dumped recently but that didn’t pan out either. She’s at a different hospital now. There’s one more possibility though…

House has been more focused on getting Foreman’s account banned. Unfortunately, Foreman has caught on to this and it’s been almost impossible to nab his phone.

House watched as the doctors rambled off ideas and shot them down. Doing his work for him basically. “Thirteen and Foreman do an LP.” House interjected and winked at Thirteen after the two got up. He’s paying her $20 to get Foreman’s phone.

After the two doctors left House turned to Taub. “Now then. There’s a raid at the clinic.”

“I told you I don’t play that game.” Taub quickly protested.

“Sure thing Thirteen13.” House mocked.

Taub’s face told House all he needed to know. Dr. Chris Taub is Thirteen13.

AN: If you're curious about what teams everyone is on: House: Mystic (totally makes an Instinct alt after this tho) Wilson: Instinct Chase: Instinct Foreman: Valor Thirteen: Mystic (Valor alt) Taub: Mystic Cuddy: Doesn't Play

#writing #house md

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noxexistant · 5 years ago

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gamquick; “(but first) let me take a selfie”

fandom; marvel 616, all-new x-factor (2014)

pairing; remy lebeau/pietro maximoff

word count; 1.9k

rating; g

notes; this is my first time writing 616 and my first time posting a fic to tumblr in god knows how long,, please be nice. anyway, this is Dumb and Self-Indulgent, and i love gamquick So Much, and i think about canon insta baddie pietro every single goddamn day of my life

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“Are you taking a selfie?” Remy asks, somewhat incredulously.

Pietro hums an affirmation, short and sharp in such a manner that manages to somehow convey the complex sentiment of, ‘Well, obviously, you imbecile.’

Granted, Pietro does look the kind of way that warrants a selfie. His outfit and general aesthetic choices tend to pendulate between the extremes of ‘godly’ and ‘unspeakable’, but his current outfit is definitely the former. It’s a linen suit in a summery shade of periwinkle - and Remy hates that he not only knows those terms but also managed to string them together, but he manages to soothe the knock to whatever ridiculous attachment to traditional ‘manliness’ he’s still coddling with the observation that his boyfriend looks fucking incredible. The suit is fitted perfectly, tapered to his narrow waist, and Remy waits for the next sound of a camera shutter to lean over and grab Pietro’s ass through the delightfully tight, light fabric of the slim-fit trousers.

He likes to imagine that the camera managed to capture Pietro’s face perfectly, but it’s more than likely that the photo turned into a blurred mess because Pietro is turning to swat at Remy before he’s even really had a chance to appreciate the ass grab, which is very unfortunate, because Pietro’s ass is the best.

“Go and pester someone else,” Pietro snips, landing a fairly solid playful backhand to the apple of Remy’s cheek - only playful in that it doesn’t actually shatter Remy’s whole face - as he pretends to still be invested in his sleek smartphone. “Lorna’s in the other room. Why don’t you go and tell her that her green dress is an adventurous choice? Very capricious of her.”

Despite his stinging cheek, Remy laughs easily and falls into Pietro, arms winding around his waist from behind as he glances down at his phone screen, catching sight of the camera app still open and just a glimpse of the previews of previous selfies.

“Don’ upset the lady,” he admonishes, leaning close to his lover’s ear and looking up to meet his eyes through their reflection in the full-length mirror before them. “‘S’not nice to tease your sister, cheri.”

Unsurprisingly, Pietro rolls his eyes.

“If she didn’t want my teasing, she should’ve at least gone with a better shade. The seafoam dress was nicer, but she insisted it reminded her of one of Father’s outfits. God forbid. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the man outside of red and purple.”

Remy can’t say he’s all too familiar with Erik Lehnsherr’s wardrobe.

“‘S’this the latest in you guys’ elaborate familial judgement, then?” he asks, “Fashion?”

He raises an eyebrow, going for an unimpressed look, but his face breaks into a smile when Pietro does The Thing - meets Remy’s eyes in the reflection and lets his own become open and warm for just a moment.

“Believe me,” he says airily, “I’ve been judging my father’s fashion choices for as long as I’ve known him.”

Remy tilts his head in consideration, still smiling.

“Must be those bad genetics that influenced that cargo shorts look a couple weeks ago, then.”

His smile widens when Pietro’s expression becomes once again deeply serious, eyes narrowing.

“How many times must I reiterate that not all tan shorts are cargo shorts? The definition of ‘cargo shorts’ comes from the pockets—“

“—Okay, okay, so no extra pockets,” Remy concedes, releasing Pietro’s waist for only a moment to splay his hands in surrender, “But they were ugly. Luna thought so, too.”

Pietro makes a face that Remy struggles not to classify as a pout.

“Luna hasn’t been educated in proper fashion-practicality balance yet.”

“Ah, right, right. An’ that one suit you like t’wear when we go out to fancy joints - the one with no pockets so I have to hold your phone and wallet all night - that’s fashion-practicality balance?”

There’s a twinkle in Pietro’s eyes as he meets Remy’s gaze again, despite the flatness of his tone.

“You’re fashion-practicality balance.”

The gasp Remy lets out is wounded, apparently convincing enough - despite his huge, stupid grin - that Lucifer comes trotting over to investigate.

“I’m a glorified seasonal accessory,” he weeps. Despite the fact that they’ve spent several seasons together. Many, in fact. And Remy apparently hasn’t gone out of fashion.

Unfortunately, Pietro is too busy giving Lucifer and an approaching Figaro stern looks to respond, shifting his feet as they get closer to nuzzle around his shins. “I swear, if either of you get your claws anywhere near this suit—“

“—They won’t. An’ if they do, ‘s’only ‘cause they love you.”

“I don’t care. They’re menaces. Where’s Oliver?”

“Still asleep on your side of the bed, if I had to guess. ‘S’his favourite place. ‘Cause he loves you. Same as me. You’re their stepdad. Step-cat-dad.”

“How many times must I tell you to stop calling them your children?”

“They’re my babies.”

The sigh Pietro lets out is long-suffering and entirely affectionate. It makes Remy want to smile so hard his face really does shatter, especially as Pietro’s face once again softens as Figaro looks up at him and meows sweetly.

“I love you, y’know?” Remy says, letting his jaw rest against Pietro’s shoulder to speak right against the rapid pulse in his neck. It’s for the intimacy, yes, but it’s also mostly just so he can feel the shudder that runs through his love.

“You may have mentioned it in passing,” Pietro says, the same unimpressed tone, but it stings just a little in the way that it always does, because he doesn’t know. Remy could say it a thousand times over, in English and French and every language that Pietro has expressed similar sentiments in and then taken the time to patiently teach Remy to echo the pronunciation. He never manages to make the words sound quite as pretty as Pietro does, but Pietro always smiles at him when he gets the words right, smiles like they really mean everything, even though he can never quite believe them.

“God. I love you so much. Mon trésor. Mon colibri. Mon bibou.”

That last one, as he knew it would, earns him something that’s almost a laugh, a dusting of pink appearing across the apples of Pietro’s cheeks.

“Stop getting sappy,” he says. “If you adore me, then maybe you’ll brush your hair and finally get a shirt on. We do have places to be.”

“Only place I have any interes’ in bein’ is by your side.”

Pietro retches, but Remy manages to see how he smiles even as he laughs against Pietro’s neck, arms looping tighter around his waist to hold him close.

“If you were anyone else, that woulda worked,” he says, as put-out as he can pretend to be. “You got your standards all backwards, mon ami.”

“Clearly. I should’ve gone for a man who knows how to dress himself in a timely manner.”

“Now, I know we got real different definition of what ‘timely’ means.”

“Right now, I’d say it means that the task should be completed at some point before we’re expected to arrive.”

Remy shrugs easily. “Never heard’a bein’ fashionably late, cheri? An’ who are you to talk? You’ve been admirin’ yourself in the mirror for the whole time I was in the bathroom.”

“Failing to give yourself a decent shave.”

“I like havin’ stubble!”

Pietro levels him with another unimpressed look, but it once again softens as he reaches backwards to trace his thumb across Remy’s jaw. Remy smiles and leans forward just enough to kiss his fingertips, just a gentle peck against each one while he appreciates that Pietro’s staying still for once, until Pietro’s holding his jaw again and turning half around in his arms, enough to finally press their lips together. It’s slow and soft, washed warm by the midday sunlight from the bedroom windows, and Remy treasures it for as long as he dares before he peeks his eyes open a little to look at their reflection, make sure he clicks the volume off and gets the angle right.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, when they finally pull back just an inch. “That one looks the best.”

Pietro looks up at him, brows creased in confusion, until Remy holds up the phone he’d easily taken straight from his lover’s hands minutes ago. Pietro scowls, snatching it back in a blur, but whatever ire he holds is immediately forgotten in the face of the photograph on the screen - the two of them, pressed close and kissing, Pietro’s hand against Remy’s neck and one of Remy’s holding Pietro’s waist while the other holds up the phone. It’s not got the best composition - Remy isn’t exactly well-practiced when it comes to taking selfies whilst fully distracted by kissing his boyfriend, but the warm glow of sunlight across them, Pietro’s pretty outfit and artfully messy hair contrasted with Remy’s sleep-rumpled form dressed in nothing but a pair of ugly pyjamas trousers, gives the whole photo a vibe that he treasures. It’s them, solid proof that this is something real, and, judging by that soft look in Pietro’s blue eyes again, he agrees.

“You’re ridiculous,” he says, then mumbles something in a language Remy doesn’t recognise at a speed he could never hope to even comprehend - Pietro’s regular speed. By now, though, Remy’s gotten used to that being Pietro’s equivalent of an ‘I love you’ or something similar, and it makes him grin like an idiot, leaning forwards to press a kiss to that sensitive spot beneath Pietro’s ear.

“Only with you, cheri,” he says, directing a wink at Pietro in the mirror and enjoying the eye roll he gets in response. “Hey, don’ be rude. Just got you our future holiday card photo, didn’t I? Your sisters are gonna love it.”

“I suppose Lorna’s already seen you in most states of undress, but I’d rather not share the sight with Wanda.”

Remy chuckles, hooking his chin over Pietro’s shoulder. “‘S’pose you were takin’ the photos for her anyway, huh?”

“For Wanda?” Pietro asks, then shakes his head casually. “No. They were for my Instagram.”

…“Your what?”

Lorna comes in to chew them out for being late before Remy can get an explanation. He gets dressed about as fast as he ever has whilst Pietro makes entirely unhelpful comments and enjoys his misery, but then his boyfriend brushes his hair and picks a cologne out for him, all intimate and domestic even if it’s made slightly less picturesque by Lorna’s growing frustration.

They all spend the day beneath the warm sun, drinking expensive alcohol and drifting from gazebo to gazebo across a perfectly-kept lawn as they schmooze and chat and act all casually heroic, and Remy almost entirely forgets about the whole Instagram thing.

At least until they’re home and he and Pietro are curled up in bed together, and Pietro drops his phone on Remy’s chest.

Remy picks it up to see Instagram open on a post on what must be Pietro’s account - a collection of photos taken over the course of the day, candid photos of the team and a couple of Pietro’s selfies and, finally, last in the set, the picture of the two of them. There’s no caption, but there are—

“How many likes?!”

#gamquick #quickbit #pietro maximoff #remy lebeau #all new x factor #my fics #i don’t think we’re ever told whether pietro succeeds in his quest to become an instagram star but i think we all know he did #the internet loves arrogant pretty boys with unnatural hair colours and lean muscle #also is this dumb? yes. is my characterisation off? unquestionably. but we’re all just here to have fun and this was very fun to write

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wedgestratos · 5 years ago

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Sailfish OS: One Day

Today’s gonna be a weird and long post, so let’s start slow and give you the choice.

We’ve had, for years, seen the constant back and forth between Google and Apple on their respective phone operating systems. Android, which has dominated the market on basically any device you can pick up here in the states, and iOS, which exclusively powers iPhones, iPods and iPads. Despite the two duking it out, Android does hold the highest market share. As of Q2 2018, Statista claims a whopping 82% market share for Android, and no other competitors really exist.

But, for years, I’ve been enamored by an OS that has been seemingly out of my reach, and has had a lot of drawbacks that prevented me from ever considering using it for more than an hour. An OS that’s been going strong for over 5 years, and might soon see a new breath of fresh air due to recent allegations to Huawei. So, after the break, let me tell you my tale of Sailfish OS.

Now one thing I want to briefly mention is the history of this, but don’t take it as gospel. I’m not an expert on this stuff, but what I’ve gathered is Sailfish OS is built on a foundation of MeeGo and Mer. MeeGo has prospered on its own to Tizen, an alternative OS used widely by Samsung on their watches and fridges (for some reason), while Mer was a fork of MeeGo driven by the community, and became the framework for ex-Nokia employees to start a new project, with the funding of Nokia through their Bridge program. Those ex-Nokia employees would found Jolla, and Sailfish OS would be their creation.

I first heard of Sailfish in 2013, as I was dipping my toes into the world of smartphones at that point. It looked incredible, with vivid, vibrant colors, a gesture-driven UI, a uniform design language, and a promise of privacy and openness that we definitely don’t see from companies today. And at the time, I was especially curious of their hardware.

Credit By Michael Coté - Flickr: Charles' Jolla phone, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=31979039

The Jolla phone saw its first pre-orders in April of 2013, and was officially available for purchase by November. It had decent specs for the time. Snapdragon 400, a modest 540x960 resolution (keep in mind, the flagship Samsung Galaxy SIII had a mere 720p resolution), 1GB of RAM, a 2100mAh battery, and most interesting to me, the “Other Half” which powered the system’s Ambiences. You slap a new Other Half on it, and the color changed to match in the OS. Cool in concept.

The later Jolla tablet would be promoted with an Indiegogo campaign, but unfortunately, costs and availability of materials, and the development of Sailfish OS 2.0 led to the tablet ultimately being cancelled, with a handful of units out in the wild.

Since then, Jolla’s gotten back on stable footing. The OS is open for licensing with OEMs, and Jolla’s been able to get official support from places like Russia, and companies like... Sony.

I have the Xperia XA2, released in March 2018 for $300 in the US. I snatched it up on eBay for a mere $170, and I’ve enjoyed its clean design, near-stock OS, and the solid in-house Sony apps like the Gallery and Music apps worked wonders. But then I discovered Jolla was working on Sailfish X for the XA2.

As a way to support the OS, and a way to fund the continued development of an Android compatibility layer for those who need Android apps, Jolla has Sailfish X, a version of their OS that features predictive text input with the keyboard, software updates and customer support, and of course, the Alien Dalvik, which lets you run Android apps on the OS natively. This was important, since I knew I needed apps like Discord, Twitter, Google Maps, and I could see the available open-sourced apps of things like Keepass weren’t gonna cut it.

The process was a bit difficult, and I stayed up until 4am on Saturday, trying to get the phone backed up, flashed, and ready to go with what I needed. First, I had to unlock the bootloader, which Sony and Jolla made it pretty easy. Then I had to buy the OS for the meager $35 USD (which I had done before even being certain my phone would do it, don’t make my mistake), download their software package and just... do it. After an hour, I had the phone running Sailfish, and man, it was a delight from the beginning. Swiping, tapping, sliding, the OS felt smooth, it had this flow about it.

After I got the accounts logged in, I proceeded to grab a few apps... before realizing all too soon that I’d need Google Play services. This is where I’m probably gonna get a lot of flack. For all the effort I put in, I was about to install apps that were at least partially at fault for the slowness of my XA2 on Android, and defeating the point of installing Sailfish.

Let me be forward in saying I don’t care that much about privacy. Do I like Google being involved in every facet of my life? Absolutely not, but they are sadly a necessary evil. And it’s not like you, the reader, would be any different. Tumblr, after all, is owned by Verizon, who has a history of screwing customers in plenty of situations, including firefighters who need constant access to emergency services for contact. And too many things want or need Google Play for me to avoid it. Discord, Telegram, Authy, Youtube, I use all this stuff, and without GP, it gets unhappy. I could remedy some of those by using Amazon or just going open-source with F-Droid, but it won’t fix the issue. And even now, microG, an open-source implementation of Google Play services, isn’t perfect, and would likely cause more headaches than I could handle at 4am on a Saturday.

Fortunately, some good Samaritans on Jolla’s Together forums created a simple Bash script I could run by just SSHing into my phone... Wow, that was a sentence. A fitting one though. After that, and after some headaches with the Google Setup wizard (here’s a tip: use Vision settings to get to your Android settings, and disable permissions on “Android Setup” when you’ve gotten your account logged in), I was finally using my phone, and it runs quite well. Android apps don’t consistently work correctly. Often, I have to close apps like the settings or Keepass because the framework stops updating the frontend, or even fully stop and start Android support, but it works well for just about everything I’m using on it now!

I really like the UI and design, and since the Other Half concept isn’t there for the XA2, ambiences are just a menu away from changing the look and feel of the OS in this pleasing way.

The system flows thanks to its gesture-driven controls. Swiping up from the bezel will bring you your app tray, swiping from the top bezel gives you quick settings. When you’re on the home screen, swiping left or right gives you a sort of agenda view where notifications, weather, and updates from your Twitter, Facebook, XMPP, VK and other accounts stack up. When you’re inside an app, swiping from the left or right bezel should bring you back home. Of all the interface controls on this device, that one is the most inconsistent one, a pain point given the nature of Android’s design language encourages these slide-out menus that you can’t consistently swipe open due to that gesture. The only setting I’ve found on that is to change the left-side bezel swipe to open the agenda instead of going home. I’d personally prefer hot zones on the bezels, so if I wanted to go home, swipe in from the lower half of the screen, but if I want the Android menus, slide from the top half.

Other interesting design cues come from the glowing parts of the UI, where extended menu options usually hide, or places you can slide out to are available.

Sliding down if the top is glowing usually opens this pulley menu, where each option can be selected by just pulling a bit and letting go. It’s an odd one, and due to the inconsistencies of apps and options, the pulley menu isn’t as instantly intuitive as I would hope. If there’s a glowing dot on a page though, you can simply slide to return to a menu from previously, or access another menu if the dot’s on the right side. Again, this is a bit inconsistent, as the unofficial Twitter app, Pingviini, showcases. You can actually just swipe left and right at will to access your notifications, conversations, search and trendings, and timeline. That bottom menu you’re seeing there is hidden so often, it’s basically pointless to have it there. This does make the whole system feel more cohesive, Pingviini looks like it belongs on this phone, but it does hurt usability.

Thus far, I’m still testing and learning about this OS. I had to google screenshotting, which is simply holding the volume rocker together. Doesn’t feel as reliable as the Android alternative of Volume Down and Power / Home, but I’ll take it. I don’t plan on gaming with this. Games are just not what I buy a phone for. It’s nice to have it there, but I’d prefer to just play my 3DS if I’m out and about.

I can’t wait to do more with Sailfish. It feels really nice to use, and I’m honestly draining my phone’s battery just from the amusement of swiping and sliding menus around and admiring the design of this. The last OS I really enjoyed using was Blackberry 10, and this feels like a sort of spiritual successor, with the included agenda feed and the persistent cards for apps you’re using.

#sailfish os #jolla #sony #android #phones #long post

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joemerl · 5 years ago

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This is my 10,000th Tumblr post.

Wow. I’ve wasted a lot of time on this hellsite, haven’t I? I remember my first post, way back in 2013, complaining that Tumblr was all glitchy for me. (Apparently it doesn’t work with Internet Explorer.) At first I was mostly just posting dumb jokes about Young Justice, but since then I’ve branched out to posting dumb jokes about all sorts of shows. Eventually I even started reblogging, and now my blog is a mess of memes, funny animal gifs and bad puns.

Tumblr really offers a lot of creative outlets, y’know? Weirdly in-depth character analyses, ask blogs, events like Writer’s Month...I’ve been on here for more than six years and I’m still trying new things. Like the last couple of days, I live-blogged watching The Emoji Movie. I got a few notes on those posts, but it didn’t turn out to be the hilarious, engaging comedy act that I was hoping. Ah, well; it was still a fun experiment.

So anyway, as this milestone got closer and closer, I wondered: what should my 10,000th post actually be? It seems anticlimactic to just reblog some Harry Potter joke or an ask list or something. What could I do that would be worthy of such a momentous occasion?

Finally I settled on this: a review of The Emoji Movie.

Y’all should have expected this; y’all know that I’m trash.

(Spoilers to follow)

This movie is not as bad as you probably think it is.

Is it a dumb premise? Yes. It is a cliché mess? Also yes, but if you like all the movies that this is ripping off (Wreck-It Ralph, The Lego Movie and most of Pixar) then you might like this too. The plot doesn’t really make sense, but it makes enough sense to be coherent, which is more than I can say for some of the other bad kid’s movies that I’ve watched on Netflix.

(Admittedly, it probably helps that I’m too tech-dumb to spot all of the things wrong with this movie. I don’t even own a smartphone. My brother and I co-own a flip phone which hasn’t worked for months and which we thus mostly use as a clock.)

The story, as you probably already know, is about a “Meh” emoji (so like, 😐) named Gene who malfunctions so that he expresses multiple emotions, which is a big no-no in the dystopian world of Textopolis. (I will say, by repressed dystopian standards, this world is rather bright and cheerful.) Gene’s particular app/city/planet is owned by a teenage boy named Alex, who has a crush on a nothing of a character named Addie.

Addie sends Alex a text, OMGWTFBBQ, and he tries to send a 😐 in his response. Gene makes the wrong face, however, which is Serious Business to the point where the emojis’...boss? president? Führer? named Smiler wants to delete him. So Gene goes on a quest to try to fix his malfunction, accompanied by a ✋ named Hi-5 and a mysterious hacker emoji named Jailbreak. Their journey through the other apps keeps messing up Alex’s phone, however, to the point where he’s going to have it wiped at the Apple Store or something.

Let’s go through the characters.

Gene is kind of generic, but he’s a consistently nice character who brings out the best in others. The downside is that he spends the whole movie accidentally harming others and never really stops to feel guilty about it. His arc is learning to be himself, because of course it is.

Hi-5 used to be one of Alex’s favorite emojis, making him a VIP in Textopolis, but has since fallen into disuse. His goal on the quest is to reprogram himself back onto the list of favorites. He mostly provides comic relief with his dumb and often self-absorbed ways.

Jailbreak is...a lot less annoying than I expected her to be. A lot of fictional Tough Girls are just unpleasant for the first half of the movie and then turn into standard love interests, but she benefits from switching to nice very quickly. Eventually we find out that she used to be a princess emoji (👸🏽) who wants to escape that role for no stated reason, except that Rebellious Princesses are so common in fiction that at this point we’re not expected to question it. (I guess stereotypical princess stuff doesn’t fit her personality, but these days the stereotype is really just not liking the stereotype.) The movie’s attempts to make a feminist statement out of her backstory fall pretty flat, but other than that Jailbreak is, like Gene, generic but likable.

Smiler is the main villain, and she’s kind of fun because of her constant cheerfulness, which lasts before, during and after her role as a villain. The problem is that her “evil plan” comes down to trying to save the world after our hero has doomed it. I guess we’re supposed to hate how chipper she is about wanting to kill him, but again, she’s a 😁 and thus always happy about everything. It’s interested that they decided on a female villain, which aren’t very common for movies with male protagonists, though her existence is part of the reason that Jailbreak’s feminist message doesn’t work.

Mel and Mary Meh are Gene’s parent, who go looking for him when he runs away. I’ve seen some people call them annoying because they just have one joke (being “meh” about everything), but it worked for Crimson and Ennui and their scene in (an Instagram photo of) Paris was nice.

Poop is a poop emoji played by Patrick Stewart cashing in a paycheck. He’s not in the movie as much as the ads made you believe.

Akiko Glitter: R.I.P. Though to be fair her app was going to send our protagonists to their deaths.

The human characters are...I’ve said “generic” a lot in this review, haven’t I? Alex is a standard nervous teenage boy, and the only reason I don’t call Addie a sexy lamp is because lamps can’t send or receive text messages. (Seriously, she has, like, three lines.) Alex also has a slightly jerkish best friend whose name may or may not have ever been mentioned.

Other things to note:

There are a lot of dumb puns and visual gags, which are good if you like dumb puns and visual gags, which I do.

If you like diversity, the human leads are all different races (...I think), and Jailbreak has a darker complexion than most other emojis. Though this is also a prime example of how diversity is not enough to actually carry a movie.

The art is actually really good, and the different app-worlds give the animators a lot of room for creativity.

I also watched The Boss Baby a few months ago and this probably holds up better.

tl;dr: At the end of the day, I did not hate The Emoji Movie and maybe even consider it a guilty pleasure. Go watch it if you don’t have super-high standards, or download it into your kid’s brain in a few years so that they can see what it was like when humans and cell phones were separate entities.

#Tumblr #10000th post #The Emoji Movie #The Boss Baby

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chris-evans-indian-fanfic · 4 years ago

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Unhinged

One-Shot

This one-shot is my entry for @jtargaryen18 's super spooky Haunted House writing challenge! The prompt was - A celebrity haunted house for charity will be open one night only, Halloween night. You spent days trying to get a ticket online for the event. Thanks to a bad day on Halloween, you get there only a minute before the line closes. You’re the last person to go in and thinking that’s either really bad (everyone is tired or would be in a hurry to see you out) or really good (maybe you’d get some extra time with the one you came to see). You are never seen again.

I had extremely fun writing this story with Mr Freezy! 😍 I hope you guys enjoy it! Please click here to check out all the other wonderful entries!

Description: Villain!Reader meets Mr Freezy aka Robert Pronge and, let's just say they don't get along well.

Warnings: Torture, mentions of murder, non-consensual acts of sex, abusive language, dark theme. ONLY PROCEED IF YOU ARE 18+

Word count: 4300~

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You looked at the pale, lifeless face of a certain Mr Patterson. Skin shriveled up, eyes gouged out, side of the face smashed in and the mouth permanently set in a horrified expression, Mr Patterson laid on the table in front of you as his widow sobbed beside him.

"I-I can't ev-even look-k at hi-him," she croaked between her tears, "My sweet-sweetheart, who-o would d-do this-ss to yo-you?" she wondered rhetorically as she completely broke down in the arms of her daughter, a woman of closely your age.

The daughter couldn't bear to look at her deceased father as she consoled her other parent. She looked at you with sadness, "Can you, maybe, make him look, a little, a bit, presentable?" she inquired quietly, "It's not going to be an open casket funeral. But we, we just want him to, you know, look a little…like slightly, better."

You almost laughed at her face on the request, but years of working at a funeral home as a makeup artist to the dead had trained you not to gawk any client's requests.

You successfully suppressed your laughter, and instead donned a sincere expression, "I will surely try my best ma'am. I am sorry for your loss, please accept my condolences."

As the mother-daughter duo left the room, you turned to face Mr Patterson. "Condolences my ass," you muttered as you spat at his face. It was ironic how the majority of your victims found their way to the funeral home where you worked. Take Mr Patterson here for example, not less than 48 hours ago he was begging you to spare his life, and now, here he was, laid out in front of you, lifeless.

You considered him for a moment, then decided against wasting your good makeup on this pervert bastard. Or maybe he might have been innocent? Who cared, he was dead now. Maybe he was truly looking at the Halloween decorations hung around the house behind you that night, or maybe he was just ogling at you. It was dark so you couldn't get a good look. But hey, you had a suspicion that he was checking you out, so you obviously had to teach him a lesson!

You still remembered killing your first victim. It had been your piano instructor. That lecherous pedophile had forcibly pulled you down on his lap, stating that sitting on him will make you a better pianist. You had grabbed the nearest glass vase and brought it down multiple times on his head, until the carpet beneath was red and his screams were all but an echo in the living room of your parent's house.

Since then, murder had become an activity from which you rarely partook in, then turned in to a pastime, a hobby, a passion and now finally, it was as natural and as necessary as breathing for you.

It didn't matter whom you killed anymore. Whether it was an old man looking at his neighbor's Halloween decorations, a dull attendant at the supermarket, an enthusiastic door-to-door salesman, a college student listening to irritating music on their headphone, or an incessant toddler crying for attention in the store, you didn't care. Anybody who irritated you, or pushed your buttons in the wrong way, or just, was at the same place at the same time with you doing something you disapproved of in your mind, you made sure to dispose of them.

The world had enough idiots, you didn't need any more of them around you.

You quickly wound up your work and left. Halloween was tomorrow and you had to make a quick stop to a local celebrity haunted house that you hoped had already been set up. It was being organized by an NGO for some God knows what charity and the tickets had proven to be difficult to procure. So you had just decided to break into the establishment a night prior.

Unfortunately, the exhibit was still being set up when you reached the venue and so, you decided to try again tomorrow night.

🎃

"OMG I can't wait to see him!" the teenagers standing in the line for the exhibit squealed as you watched them from the shadows. You looked at them with disgust, open contempt. Bloody fucking teenagers, you thought as you regarded their extreme enthusiasm. Clad in rhinestone studded clothes which sparkled under the streetlight, all the teenagers were busy on their iPhones. You rolled your eyes as each girl went live on either Instagram, Snapchat, Tik Tok or God knows what app. Fortunately, they were the last group to be admitted inside the exhibit, and if you could just time everything right, then you could maybe pull this off.

Gingerly, you approached the one who was facing away from the group, her front camera facing her with the entrance of the exhibit behind her. You cleared your throat, "Hi, um, excuse me, could you please help me?"

The teenager looked at you and flashed a wide smile, "Sure what's up?"

You smiled in relief, this would be easy, "I think my car keys fell somewhere back there, and my phone died so I can't really find them. Will you please come with me? I could use your phone's flashlight."

"Oh sure absolutely! Hey guys," the teenager called her friends, "Let's go and help her find her car keys."

"Oh no no no that's not necessary," you said urgently as her other friends grinned kindly at you, "I really just need one person. You guys stay here and hold your position in the line. We will be back in a few minutes."

"Are you sure?"' inquired another girl from the group.

"Yes yes," you smiled back in a reassuring manner.

The teenager who came with you - Ashley - looked at the grass and sidewalk at your request. If you hadn't want to enter the haunted house so much, then you would have considered sparing poor Ashley's life. Meh, you thought as you slowly crept up behind her, life wasn't always fair.

"Hey Ashley, please look under this car. I think it might have gone underneath it," you requested with a sincere expression.

She nodded as she got on all her fours, "It's not here."

"Try inhaling a big whiff of air. The keychain has a strawberry scented air freshener on it. Maybe you could smell it?" you suggested, knowing full well that the cyanide sprinkled under the car by you would instantly kill Ashley.

Your plan worked almost too well. As she painfully writhed on the floor gasping for air, you took her smartphone, hid her hideous rhinestone phone cover in your pocket and headed towards the exhibit.

Ashley's friends were waiting for her at the entrance when you reached. You told them that she was on a call with someone and would join them soon. While they still waited for her, you showed the guard the e-pass on Ashley's phone and entered the haunted house.

You were thrilled at seeing your most favorite characters almost alive in front of you! The animated wax statues bore close resemblance to their movie counterparts. Whether it was the Ghostface from Scream, the creepy Annabelle doll, the weird guy in the hockey mask, the Nun, Pennywise the Clown or the long-haired lady from The Ring, they all looked truly horrifying and you were loving it!

As you ventured further, you were surprised to see Chris Evans' character Mr Freezy or Robert Pronge. The movie wasn't exactly popular, but you figured they had maybe included this character now that Evans was all the rage thanks to the uptight stick-in-the-ass Captain America character.

Mr Freezy was standing besides his ice-cream truck, inviting you to enter it in repetitive robotic movements. His face with his signature long hair and glasses smiled at you vacantly as you looked on.

You vaguely remembered watching this movie, hell, you had even copied the cyanide idea from Mr Freezy himself! Just when you squinted your eyes, hoping to remember more parts from the movie, you heard noises behind you.

"She came inside, Officer," said a voice that sounded like one of the girls from the group. Shit! They must have discovered Ashley! you panicked as you looked for a way out. The door ahead of you had been mechanically locked shut, and the voices behind you were growing louder by the minute. The bright lights flickered on and the animations of the objects around you completely stopped.

Except for Mr Freezy.

His movements increasingly sped up and his eyes grew wider. At first, you thought it might be a malfunction, but you were shocked when he whispered your name, "Enter the truck to escape. NOW!"

As if on auto-pilot, you opened the door and hurriedly stepped in. The dry ice engulfed you, the voices lessening in volume behind you. A moment later, the entire truck shook violently, causing you to blindly hold on to the sides and yelp in surprise.

Suddenly, someone pressed the brakes and you lurched forward. The dry ice cleared inside the van as you stumbled towards the driver's seat. You heard someone close the door and walk towards the back of the truck. A moment later, the backdoors of the van were opened by none other than Mr Freezy himself.

Your jaw dropped to the floor and he mirrored your expression, the pair of you taking in each other's appearances.

Your modern 21st century clothes were completely out of place in the 1960s America that was home to Robert Pronge. His blue eyes from behind his long curtain of hair seized you up as he recovered from shock.

"Who the fuck are you and what the hell are you doing in my van?" he broke the foreboding silence.

You cocked your head to the side, your brain unable to comprehend the reality of the situation. Did you just appear on a movie set? What sort of time-space travel bullshit was this?

"ANSWER ME YOU CUNT," Mr Freezy's voice was loud enough to break you from your reverie, but the strong, tall, well-built man hardly intimidated you.

Instead of cowering as he expected you to, you raised your eyebrow, "So you are one of those method actors huh? Sorry I appeared on your set unannounced Mr Captain Evans," you said with spite as you walked towards him and crouched down to be at his eye level, "I will be on my fucking way now."

"Mr Capta-what? Who the fuck sent you? How did you come inside my van when I locked it? You weren't in there when I left Atlantic Avenue. What the fuc-"

You punched him in the face before he could finish his sentence. Though you liked his deep, smooth voice, his incessant cursing and hostility had started to get under your skin.

As he stumbled backwards from the force of your punch, you looked around him and noticed the absolute absence of large lights, cameras, large crew and any kind of set whatsoever.

You jumped from the van and looked at Chris Evans again as you landed on your feet. He looked exactly like his character in the movie. But something didn't feel right. That's when you heard the small click of his revolver.

Before he could aim it at you, you hit his right palm that held the firearm and twisted it, effectively breaking it in the process. He screamed in pain and tried to move away from you, but you weren't done yet.

Pulling him towards you, your knee brutally met with his pelvis and you punched the air out from his stomach. He doubled down with pain, his eyes watering as he tried to regain balance. But one swift blow to the back of his head turned his world dark.

You were panting when Mr Freezy finally lost consciousness and collapsed on the ground. You looked around again. The streets were isolated and there were barely any houses lined on the sidewalk.

You felt around your pockets for your belongings, but found them empty. You waited around for a few minutes, hoping to get some sense of clarity for your situation as Mr Freezy drooled on the street.

Finally, you resigned and hauled his heavy ass back into the van in the passenger's seat. Desperate for some sort of explanation, you put your hands inside his pants' pockets. You were rewarded with his wallet, some keys and a bunched up paper with an address roughly scribbled on it.

The year on the license was 1963 and the city stated was Jersey City of New Jersey.

Just as you secured his unconscious body with the seatbelt, you took a close look at his face. Despite the creepy hair, he did look handsome. Afterall, it was Chris Evans! Or some sort of alternate-universe-reincarnation-asshole version of his. His soft plump lips looked a bit dirty, so you looked down at his crotch. The pants had riddled up when you had placed him on his seat, giving you a clear outline of his dick.

And my was it a sight!

His thick member was struggling against the uncomfortable position of the pants. The rotund rod was anything but flaccid. You squeezed and rubbed your palm over the semi-hard member, cherishing the disgruntled noises that escaped his lips.

After about 5 minutes, you decided to drive his van back towards the line of houses. You guessed you were at the outskirts of the city and right now, you needed to find how to blend in with the people.

Soon enough, you were deep within the city and found a dress shop. All the signs on the shops which you passed seemed to fit the 1960s, thus leaving no doubt that you had actually time traveled into the past, that too in a completely different timeline.

You considered breaking into the shop and stealing a few clothes, but then decided against it. You were absolutely against stealing. It was probably the only crime you couldn't excuse.

The only time you hadn't paid for your stuff was when you wanted to buy a yellow dress. The lady shopkeeper with kind eyes had told you that the colour purple suited you better than yellow, and insisted that you buy the same. Later that night, you had calmly walked over the old woman's dead body and grabbed the yellow dress that you had loved.

You looked at the dresses in the shop window and decided to come back tomorrow. That's when you noticed the sign "WHITES ONLY".

You went back to the van and grabbed the revolver. Three suppressed shots from the silenced gun destroyed the sign, the wreckage of which witnessed you breaking into the shop and literally stealing everything that was on the premises.

Two. There were two crimes you wouldn't excuse.

You turned the van around and headed back towards the outskirts of the city. It was almost morning by the time you reached the address that you had found scribbled in Mr Freezy's pocket. It seemed to be some kind of a cold storage facility in a dilapidated building.

As you managed to make your way to the second floor with his limp, but still heavy, body, you remembered seeing a similar storage facility in the movie where Mr Freezy stored the dead bodies of his victims.

Your suspicions were proven correct when you picked the lock and entered the room. You found the tub where he cut the bodies of his victims and the chains he used to tie their bodies with.

As you ventured further, you found the dead body of the girl who had been force-fed pufferfish. That you remembered well, because you had tried to buy one but couldn't get your hands on the costly bugger fish.

Looking around, your eyes fell on the chains again and an idea popped into your head.

🎃

Robert Pronge woke up to find himself naked, spread eagle on his table, hands and legs wide apart, tied to the table with secured chains. The worst part? Large chunks of ice were wrapped around his palms and feet, rendering them numb. Waves of painful, frostbiting cold passed through his body. Hardly any sounds escaped his gagged mouth as he feebly tried to recollect what had happened last night.

He vaguely remembered you, a strangely dressed woman who had suddenly appeared in his van and knocked him unconscious.

He tried to look around him, a painful but necessary moment, and he realised he was in his own facility.

After what seemed like a few hours, he heard the door open and the clickety-clack of a woman's heels came near him.

Still shuddering with cold, he looked at you with his hooded eyes, the blue irises filled with hatred.

You chuckled at him. This was going to be fun. "Good morning Robert. Or should I call you Mr Freezy? Do you have a preference?" you cheerfully asked him as he kept staring at you.

You were wearing a yellow dress with white polka-dots, and a small artificial bouffant completed your look. Basically, you were dressed like any other cunt in 1963.

"Oh silly me," you scoffed at yourself, "I forgot about the gag."

A slew of profanities escaped his plump lips as you removed the gag, "You fucking whore! Untie me right now you bitch. Who the fuck do you-aaarrgghhh!" He shut up mid-rant when you slapped his cold naked dick.

"I will not tolerate any bad language. Let's take it from the top, shall we?" you reprimanded him and gave him your name.

He tried to spit at you but failed, his body dehydrated with the cold.

"You have no idea who you have messed with bitch. When my friends find out-"

"Friends?" you asked him, feigning surprise, "I thought you worked alone. Or has Mr Freezy gone all softy for The Iceman?"

Watching Robert gulp in anticipation gave you immense satisfaction. You went away from him, the dull clang of the metal chains filled the air as you heaved and huffed. Finally, he heard you crank the lever and the metal rattled as something huge was hung upside down on the metal hook.

Richard's dull, muted musk reached his nostrils before his dead body came into view. His feet were secured on the hook while his lifeless eyes stared into nothingness. His arms waved around a bit before the metal conveyor belt was brought to a stop.

"See? Richard found you," you claimed excitedly as Richard Kuklinski or The Iceman's body slowly turned above Mr Freezy.

Robert went still. Too still. A different chill had now consumed his body, his heart. He recognised the ugly emotion. He was scared. Terrified. It had been a long time since he had felt this horrible emotion but now, he lay motionless consumed by it.

His desperation grew when he heard you hum lightly, "You don't own me, I am just not one of your many toys". He had to get away from this place, from you.

As soon as he saw you disappear inside the freezer storage, he started struggling against his bonds once again. But the chains did anything but budge. "Now now, that is no way to thank me for making sure you meet your friend,* you scolded him, returning with a heavy block of ice.

"Let me tell you-UGH," you irritably shoved aside Richard's limp body as you came to stand beside Mr Freezy's horizontal torso. "Let me tell you how this is going to work. I want the names and addresses of those dusty, old, poor excuses for flour sacks 'Mafia Bosses' who apparently rule this city," you emphasized with air quotes.

Mr Freezy regarded you carefully. He knew by now that you were dangerous, but even he had his doubts that you would be able to destroy the mafia families in New Jersey. "Rot in hell bitch," he managed to spit weakly.

You rolled your eyes, "Men. Why do they always have to be difficult?" you muttered as you placed the heavy block of ice on his chiseled abs, and he immediately started writhing with the cold. "What did I tell you about your language? Tut-tut, looks like someone needs to be taught a lesson."

And with that, you made your right hand travel down his stomach and towards his thick naked member. Upon the contact, Mr Freezy tried to still his body, but the unbearably cold chunk currently resting on top of him made it impossible for him to stop moving.

You played with the hair surrounding his trunk, twisting and pulling almost teasingly, your eyes searching for his, but unfortunately, Richard's body hung between the two of you, blocking the view. So Mr Freezy couldn't see you and you couldn't see him. But who said there was romance in maintaining eye contact?

You gently wrapped your fingers around his length, making him gasp. "Someone likes this huh?" you cooed as you sped up your gestures, his length soon hardening under your touch.

"St-stop," his command was almost a moan.

You laughed at him, at his pathetic state and at his measly little request, "I don't think you want me to," you teased him as his member was almost erect now. You increased the speed of your strokes, your hands applying more pressure to thick rod that was now bulging with veins.

His hips and thighs tightened, indicating that he was close to the finishing line. But you were not done with him. Not yet.

You completely stopped your ministrations and lifted your hand. A small groan escaped his mouth before Mr Freezy caught himself.

"N-now you lis-listen to me you bit-AARRGGHH" he tried to speak between his pants, but shrieked when you roughly slammed an ice cube against his penis.

"What did I tell you about the swearing?" you chided him as you pressed the ice cube further to his length and balls.

Mr Freezy started fighting his bonds again, and frankly speaking, his refusal to accept his fate had started to get on your nerves in a bad way. You decided to keep the chunk of ice between his legs and grab some early lunch.

You returned in about 2 hours, just to find him in the same position as you had left him. The only difference was that all the ice had now melted. Oh, and there were huge, deep, red cuts on his wrists and ankles, probably due to all the fidgeting.

He was still slightly shivering though. Eh, it wasn't your problem anyway.

"Let's try again shall we?" you asked him as you got a fresh chunk of ice from the freezer. Richard's body was still hanging exactly where you had left it when you reached for Mr Freezy's lollipop again.

He tried to shake his hips, his length dancing along with his movements, as if to discourage you. "No," he muttered through gritted teeth, "No. Stay where you are. Don't you dare don't you fucking da-"

He shut up as soon as you started stroking him again. "We need to do something about your swearing Mr Freezy. Is that the language you use when you talk to kids? Huh? Looks like I will have to teach you some manners."

He soon started feeling the knot in his stomach, ready to unwind at any second, but you stopped. Completely. Again.

Even though he was mentally prepared for the cold hard ice to be rubbed against his genitals, his body wasn't.

This continued for 4 times more before he gave up. As you tried reaching for him for the sixth time, he almost pleaded with you, "I will give you their names, addresses, fucking every detail you would want about the mob bosses. Just let me go."

You laughed at his admission. He nearly jumped out of his skin as your sickeningly sweet laughter filled the isolated room. "Do you really think it's about that now?" you asked him, am incredulous expression on your face, "Ooooh Mr Freezy. I can get that information from anyone! Sure it would be convenient if I got it from you. But that's not what all this is about."

"Wh-why?" he asked, as if he already knew the answer and was terrified by it.

"Because I like breaking strong men," you replied with a pleasant, innocent grin. "Now, let's get back to work. Hhmm?"

"No no wait. I can. No. I will give you whatever you want. You want me to kill for you? I will-"

"Do you think I need a handy boy?" you interrupted him. "You want to give me something? Fine. Then stop swearing!"

He nodded eagerly, "Done. Not a single bad word. I will stay quiet. I promise. Just let me go."

You regarded him carefully, "No," you shook your head, "I don't think you have learned your lesson yet," you claimed decisively as you headed towards his legs.

With what bare minimum strength that was left in him, he shook his body again, hoping to get away from you. "Stop touching me! Stop!"

"It's funny that your mouth says stop," you grabbed his member again, "but your dick says the complete opposite." You bent down to kick a wet stripe from his balls to the tip of his mushroom, giving it a gentle suck as you reached the tip.

Mr Freezy's breath hitched in his throat. While he felt filthy and dirty everytime you touched him, the organ between his legs was aching for your attention. A tear escaped his eye as he realised this was probably the end of his life, that he might never see his son again.

As you set to work on him again, the part of his mind which had refused to accept his fate, slowly started succumbing to your sinful torture. His rebellious spirit was only left with one thought now. To be afraid. Very afraid. Of you.

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kaoarika · 5 years ago

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I was selected to test the new beta Tumblr design in one of my side account blogs (hence, not this one), and I’m... a bit mixed up.

Like, I know it’s still beta. There’s stuff that the staff (pre-Verizon, at least) have been wanting to implement for years, while there’ a bit of stuff that the users may have wanted for YEARS (and extensions like Missing e or xkit have provided as alternative tools for it... but, as always, this hellsite is never going to go functional as the ppl behind those extensions (still) wanted this to be).

Basically, Tumblr wants desktop Tumblr be like Mobile Tumblr, and we all know the mobile app is a mess already.

My issues in functionality are mostly... “why they want this to be like the mobile app”, lol, and “why the ppl in the design team ASSUME everyone have screens that are over 1366x768″ and we all need big font sizes (same issue in Twitter, but at least they give you the choice to reduce the font size).

The mobile experience is not something I have. I have always been a desktop user since day one (and I was a late smartphone adapter), and I am not all day online in my social media.

So, Endless Scrolling is definitely not my idea of fun back in the day (I mean, thanks tumblr purge, at least you did something good and killed my dashboard activity EVEN more) - because I REMEMBER going back to... like, page 25 or 30 when I was absent due to daily school routine. Endless scrolling is “bleh”, like death to me. It doesn’t help that they later implemented the automatic refresh and brought you back to the top of the dashboard. It LOOKS they are removing this silly “feature” no one liked, though... but now we have those loathed mobile gradient loading placeholders for pics that haven’t been loaded yet :).

Opening/Reblogging/Editing posts in the same page is also a no-no in my book. Sorry? That’s what I "open in new tab” is for. It alters the flux of my dashboard and the time I take looking at the posts if I can’t do that.

Sure, it looks like you can delete and edit your posts more quickly and on point... but... uhm...

Other thing I didn’t like, the tags. I still see the tags, thank god, they are also implementing that tag crawler thing from LABS... but I would prefer them taking me to the tag page itself in DASHBOARD (you know, the “/tagged/whatever-fill-the-blank-here” ones) than the blogger’s tag page instead. Especially because tag pages and search stuff is still malfunctioning in the blog’s side/mobile-esque sight, so you cannot see everything in there? I mean... I MEAN, I still access those if I use the URL bar, but clicking right and open new tab or whatever was a good option to do so *sigh*.

I do think there are a few positives... but I wish they could improve them a bit more. Seeing stuff in thumbnails in tag pages is nice (hopefully they respect blacklisted stuff?) and as well in Likes pages... but it’s still the same “dashboard’s endless scrolling” issue and it gets annoying too fast. Imagine wanting to scroll down for posts that are from months ago in a popular tag you wanted to visit or if you are trying to clean your likes’ page... EXACTLY my point.

I MEAN, in paper, not a bad idea... but it’s... hum. Kinda wishing they could do the same (with improvements, obviously) with the Archive page... after it got updated, it’s more annoying... and I REALLY wish a pagination would be implemented there (or just let me see the gdm month I selected, don’t go bck FURTHER). Same could be said when you are looking at your posts in dashboard. REMEMBER how annoying it already was when this hellsite never TOLD you which posts were flagged and you had to go WAAAAAAAY back into your dashboard to see what was flagged? AND sadly, your blog is over 5 years old and you are already in the 30k+ posts’ mark? YEAH. Me too.

The dashboard themes. OH, the dashboard themes. This is a thing that I have seen using xkit for with scripts since god knows when and, at least they are implementing predetermined ones, like a dark mode one (which was already available in mobile, so... ymmv if it was time or not... it really does look like they are giving the mobile users more priority than basic desktop users as myself.

But some colors and choices are eyesoreing (I only got the “haha, cybernetic/matrix” one joke and “ah,,, ye old tumblr times... pre purge, at least, color”, but the light colors... :T).

All this, and it too late... post-purge, post-Wordpress ownership... *sigh* what can I say, really. I don’t think they are making more users go away... but, you know...

My only objection is - they are testing this new design... YET, they haven’t fixed their gdm VERY flawed and VERY useless flagging system... pr0n bots are still on rampage... I mean... CAN WE FOCUS ON THAT FIRST TO MAKE THIS SITE MORE USEFUL?

#kao's nonsenses #i may be forgetting stuff ngl

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pandoraspocksao3 · 6 years ago

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What are your tips and tricks for staying motivated to continue writing?

Thanks, Jackie! I’m flattered you are asking me that! I have one story I’m trying to finish currently (The Hypnotist), and I am struggling a bit with motivation, so this is timely. Thanks for this ask!

1. First, know WHY you write. I write because it brings me Joy and a sense of accomplishment. It’s something I’m trying in middle age that I ruled out because it wouldn’t earn me a living. I wanted to write something to prove that I could do it. I faced my fear of rejection with putting my words out there. Fanfic is a great place to practice and see what works and what doesn’t.

2. LEARN FROM FAILURES. You may go back over previous drafts or uploads and cringe. Don’t. Ask yourself why you are cringing, identify your strengths and weaknesses from writing, and use that as a focal point to work on improving your current project. Writing is rewriting.

3. READ. Read other people’s work, read novels, read magazines and study what moves you. Don’t copy someone else’s work, but pay attention to what you liked.

4. CARRY A NOTEBOOK EVERYWHERE. If that’s impractical, you probably have a smartphone - there are apps that let you dictate with the mic in your phone. My favorite is WriterPlus, but there are others, I’m sure. The main thing is that when you get that thought in your head that’s a good idea, get it down quickly so you can come back to it. That way when you DO have time to sit down and write, you’ll have a notebook of ideas, thoughts, quotes, etc. to build upon. Time management is hard, and I burn out sometimes when I’ve got so much to do and so little time to write.

5. Don’t sweat it if you can’t do regular updates. I know - that’s a cardinal sin, right? Maybe. But if writing has gotten you to the point where your friendships, work, family or home life is suffering, your priorities are out of whack. You will probably lose readers. You won’t get the kudos a “hot” story will. But again, WHY are you writing?

6. Listen to music, look at art, go for walks, swim, exercise etc. for inspiration. Some of my best ideas have come to me when I’m doing that. The endorphins are going and your mind can wander. Just don’t forget to jot it down when you’re done!

7. Quit comparing yourself to other writers! This is probably my #1 motivation killer. I’ll read something a fellow mutual has written and want to throw in the pen, so to speak, because I’m thinking, “I’ll never top THAT.” Well, guess what? I don’t have to! And it’s an opportunity to learn. It might even help me improve my next chapter.

8. Do an outline. If you’ve gone off course, go back and rewrite the outline and put in what you’ve changed so you can follow it. Nothing’s worse than goofing up your continuity.

9. Don’t take negative feedback personally. Feel grateful readers are invested in your story enough to comment. If they are unsympathetic toward a character and that’s NOT what you intended, now you have a heads up that you need to fix it in your next chapter. If someone pointed out a continuity problem or typo, thank them for it and FIX IT. People get so damn sensitive about that shit that they don’t realize someone just saved the story by pointing it out. Those are beta comments! I like them, at least. Some people don’t, but just hearing “you’re great” when there was an actual storyline problem isn’t going to help you be a better writer. Try to interact with your readers and encourage them to say anything they want, because it’s going to help you!

10. Don’t take it so seriously. Writing should be a pleasure. It’s not (or shouldn’t) be a competition. I’ve asked writers since the time I got on Tumblr through now how they do it, and the answers are all varied, but I think all writers experience frustration and burnout at some point. And self-doubt. Even the writers that make my jaw drop because they are so good have said that! So go easy on yourself, and if it’s stressing you out, put it to the side. Are you getting paid for this? No.

11. Brainstorm with a reader or fellow writer. Tell them you are stuck and ask for help if you are really in a bind. When I first started writing this story, I bounced ideas of a few people, and that generated a lot of ideas just by having someone listening. I asked a reader who likes to PM me for feedback, and while she was very shy about doing so, I asked questions such as what she wanted to see in the next chapter, if adding in other characters felt like a distraction, which parts of the previous chapters hooked her and what was forgettable. And thank them for it, because that’s a really solid favor they are doing for you! You will be surprised how much that can motivate you to get going on your story again!

Whew - I didn’t realize I’d learned that much! Hope it helps someone out there. And I always appreciate hearing what motivates other writers!

Tools I find helpful:

1. Grammarly - free online, premium version is $45 (wait for them to cut the price down to that if you get it).

2. WriterPlus app (for taking notes on your phone using text-to-speech)

3. Scrivner (I just bought this and haven’t used it yet, but I heard so many positive things about it, I went ahead and got it)

4. Google Docx - If you haven’t tried it, this is a great way to work with another writer, show someone your work, have someone proofread your work, etc.

5. Playlists - Whether you use YouTube, spotify, Itunes or whatever, music that inspires you or helps set the mood for your story is a great thing to have on hand.

6. Capta and PicStitch for moodboards.

7. Screen captures - invaluable if you are going to promote your story or someone else’s on Twitter. I still haven’t got the hang of it, but since your character limit is reduced on Twitter, you need to have a short and sweet summary, and you need to upload a snapshot of that taken on your phone and then upload that plus a moodboard, and then that gives you room to add the AO3 link, Reylofic hastags, and something catchy. I’m still trying to figure out Twitter!

That’s it...happy writing! Stay with it and never give up!

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oliversmartphonenerd-blog · 5 years ago

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The eternal iOS vs Android debate

So, hello everyone. Since this is my first entry as a tumblr user, maybe not too many people will read this but that won’t keep me to tell you a little story of my personal experience with smartphones and what I think is the better platform of the two mentioned in the title. My very first smartphone (let’s only start counting from the time when smartphones actually WERE smart, with easily downloadable apps and whatnot) was an iPhone 4. Got it off contract and a plan separately to keep monthly rates as low as possible. I stayed with Apple for several years, even built the entire infrastructure around my iPhone with a Mac, an iPad, an Apple TV and even an AirPort Extreme. Then came the time when I got bored with my phone and mostly its tiny screen. Actually I just got the iPhone 5S right after release and I loved Touch ID, the color (got the golden version) etc. But many friends of mine had Android phones that were oftentimes significantly larger. So in order to get a much larger phone I switched to Android and stayed there. From Kitkat all the way to Android Pie, from Samsung over Motorola to Huawei, I got quite a few models and I was very happy with most (except for the Moto X Style which has a different name in the US, that was a piece of junk!). My last Android phone which I’ve only had for about four months now was the Huawei P30 Pro. Amazingly versatile camera, brilliant low light performance, beautiful colors (on the back of the device I mean), humongous battery life and all, I love it. But I decided to switch back to Apple now. I picked the often criticized iPhone Xr for numerous reasons: It’s cheaper than the regular model, it got a better battery life and it comes in cool colors. Of course, coming from a phone of almost 6.5″, 8 GB of RAM, a quadruple camera and a battery of over 4000 milliamps I thought I might regret the potential downgrade. You know what? So far I can’t say that I do. The yellow (in which I got the iPhone) is beautiful, the screen is nowhere near as bad as people say (even though understandably it could still have a higher resolution at this price point). In fact it’s even quite good. The camera isn’t good for zoom like the 5x optical of the P30 Pro, also not very good for macro or night shots. But the HDR is way nicer and portrait works almost as good. Something else I’ve always loved about Apple was the attention to detail. The effects implemented in iMessage, Animoji with the cool MeMoji that you can make of yourself, all that is so very well done. Especially the face tracking of the latter works so well it puts everything else (sorry Samsung with your creepy avatars) in the shadow.

Now, since this is supposed to be a differenciated evaluation rather than an iPhone Xr review I’d like to get back to the differences. See, both Android and iOS come with their very own qualities and faults. What’s better for you simply depends on what you need and what you want. You want great ways to personalize your phone in both the way it works and looks? Android is for you. You want as much variety as possible when you want to get a new phone? Android has tons of phones it’s running on, from cheap to very pricey. Since there are so many different companies, they all try to make their flagships unique. So you can expect all of them to have specifications that you won’t find in most other handsets. Of course with iOS, you’re stuck with Apple’s iPhones. Do you appreciate consistency throughout the entire UI and across all apps? Sounds like you might appreciate iOS (believe me, when every other app seems to have their own set of emoji, it looks very much like patchwork on Android). Both software and hardware are made from the same company so it’s exceptionally well balanced. For a phone that doesn’t have anywhere near as much RAM as some flagship android devices, it’s still pretty damn fast. Even the Xr is quite snappy. The UI is not very flexible but that might also help making it very simple and easy to understand. The flat design is very well executed, especially with the silky glass effects in different menus etc. But I also love Google’s material design to death. It’s really hard to say if I have a clear favorite here.

When it comes to the gimmicks and playful features or animations, as I’ve mentiones that hardly compares to anything else on the market.

One thing one has to keep in mind as well is the support of third party developers. Of course it’s self-explanatory that if you develop a mobile game, you’re more prone to start with iOS as your platform. You don’t have to pay attention to too many different configurations of chipsets and other hardware such as different screen resolutions and aspect ratios. So it’s less work for you to focus on iOS with just the iPhone and maybe the iPad. That was also one of the reasons I wanted to switch back to iOS. I’m highly anticipating the game Oceanhorn 2, which will come out as an iOS exclusive in the beginning. You will notice that with several apps.

Yet another reason was that I’m planning to get an Apple Watch. In comparison, I can’t say I dislike Android Wear but you can tell it’s struggling. Google seems to be not too interested in it. The watch I had kept disconnecting which was a big pain in the butt. It was oftentimes just annoying that I had to get into the Wear App on the phone, restart the watch and reconnect the whole thing. When I tried the Apple Watches of friends of mine, I found the user experience to be of a higher quality.

But lastly, the only real but CLEAR advantage of iOS over Android is the iPad. I mean, even though there might be high quality Android tablets on the market (and still coming up). But they will always have that one particular and crucial flaw: The app support. Apple takes great pride in the quality of their iPad apps on the App Store. They make sure that developers utilize the best APIs for the platform. Android tablet apps are usually inferior as they are only inflated Android phone apps that poorly make use of the screen’s larger real estate. So yeah, my conclusion is that as far as I can tell, wether iOS or Android is better merely depends on your needs and personal taste. With the exception of the iPad which is in my opinion the clear winner over any Android tablet on the market (since even Google refrained from making their own tablets because they realized their position). I’d like to know your point of view on this subject. So feel free to leave comments. Best regards, Oliver

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