#been trying to write this up for awhile

[jadewritesficshere]

Steve and Eddie are sharing a joint, sitting in Steve's car. They're just talking about random shit, when Steve goes to apply chapstick. And that made him think about lipstick.

Steve likes lipstick. He voices this opinion. Likes the pop of color that draws the eyes. Likes how it emphasizes lips, makes them look even more kissable. Likes the marks they leave on the skin when kissing. It gets him all hot just thinking about the trail leading down and down-

And Eddie. Eddie just shrugs and returns to puffing on the joint they are sharing. Says he's never experienced it. Which, Steve thinks is criminal. Sure, Eddie is gay and it's the 1980s, but lipstick is just makeup and anyone should be able to wear makeup. I mean, Steve isn't shy to wearing lip gloss not that he advertises it.

So, Steve digs around his car, finds the lipstick that Robin left. He applies a thick layer to his lips, smacking them a few times. "I'll prove it, come here," Steve says leaning into Eddie's space.

And Eddie is wide eyed but agrees.

One kiss leads to two. Which leads to Steve pressing open mouthed kisses into Eddie's neck. Eddie moans and Steve whispers in his ear," I've wanted to do this for awhile,, you're so hot." Which leads to Eddie's shirt coming off. Leads to red lipstick trailing down Eddie's chest and down and down and

Yeah, Steve was right. Lipstick is hot.

[beatcroc]

there's no way the bathroom at peppino's pizza is actually that big but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . hey ummm anyway.... i care them...... anyway there's a lil ramble on my take on fake pep's like psyche or whatever in tags on the og post if ur into that kinda thing :y

hey! it's a series! fake peppino world tour: [noise] [noisette] [peppino]<- u are here [gustavo] [gerome] [noisette again]

[daz4i]

wait so chuuya has angel imagery about him in stormbringer. and dazai is referred to as a demon on more than one occasion. and. hold on. wait. I'm going insane. hold on.

[simgerale]

me after attempting to get back into sims and realizing i had a lot more to do than play the game

[choking-on-roses]

Colleague called me a Luddite today because I wrote the abstract for a book chapter submission by hand without using ChatGPT

[candyheartedchy]

Kinda just want to do a fancomic now about CoralBob instead of the fic.

[somebodysminecraftidk]

[What Could Have Been]

After the unfortunate reveal of what kind of person Wilbursoot was, I was unsure whether or not to post this, but I've decided to. Here is my outline for the beginning of a fanfic I was writing...

Note: Everything under the cut was written before Wilbur was exposed for being an abuser, as well as some of the tags

A Modern-Vampire!AU involving SBI and a few other people.

Techno is an aspiring writer that recently moved into a very... low quality aparment. He's taken note of the number of bats that fly around the neighborhood and has developed a habit many people in his apartment complex have; feeding fruit to the bats that hang out around his place.

The place is pretty chill. Techno works at this nice Café. (Whether it's Niki's or not is up to you.) He's developed a small rivalry with this random kid who pesters him for food all the time. Techno usually shares his lunch with the kid. (Techno admits the kid is pretty cute with his squid themed. backpack and hoodie)

Anyway, Techno is doing well, he's adjusting to the neighborhood, his boss is pretty nice, and he even has the free time to write his second novel now.

Time passes and Techno has fully adjusted to the place, getting comfortable until... Tommy shows up! Tommy is a fledgling vampire who recently was given the freedom of going out. (As long as one of the other coven members are with him.)

One day while out, Tommy gets distracted and wanders off, loseing his caretaker of the night. This leads to Tommy getting lost and ariving at an old apartment complex. The place has bat boxes and Tommy prepares to spend the day in one to hide from the sun.

While trying to hide from the sun in his bat form, Tommy finds this weird guy with shitty pink hair who's been trying to lure him inside with grapes. (Techno sees a small pup without it's mother desperately hiding in his very old and falling apart bat box.)

Eventually Techno gets the pup inside, wrapping him up in a soft baby blanket and putting him in a shoe box with a warming pad.

Tommy is scared and confused by the actions of this random human... but he quite likes the warm box he's been put in... it's not his fault if he fell asleep!

Across the city is a frantic Wilbur trying to find his missing brother who disappeared after he looked away for a second! Okay, maybe he was staring at that pretty human running the nearby record store but Tommy had been right there beside him!

Wilbur and the rest of the coven desperately searches for Tommy before being forced to take refuge from the sun indoors.

I'm unsure of what happens next but Tommy eventually makes his way back and is promptly grounded and forced to stay indoors. The only problem is that... Tommy has imprinted on Techno during his time with him and begins sneaking out to hang out with Techno. (Techno is relieved that the little bat he helped was doing well!)

[i-am-become-a-name]

Hello, if it's not too close to the deadline, I wished to propose "Roads Untraveled" as a prompt 🫡

 10/12/2024 (definitely not the 26th oops, meri kirihemite for the future and past?)

warnings for injury, trauma and grief.

“Adric can pilot the TARDIS,” his voice was firm beside Tegan, and she whirled around the best she could, the metal hand around her arm jarring it into a burning agony she ignored. 

“Adric will be better, I insist. I’ll stay.” 

“Doc,” she protested, but he threw her a glance so frightening she fell quiet. The Doctor stepped forward, away from the Cybermen, and grabbed hold of Adric, pushing him back towards Tegan. 

“But Doctor, I-” 

“Yes, he can.” 

The Cybermen looked between them both, the background noise of gears picking up their pace and they considered. The Doctor stood by the pilot console, made smaller by the loneliness of the position. 

“Very well,” they allowed, and Adric and Tegan struggled as they were pulled away, but the mechanical strength was beyond them. Their last view of the Doctor was at a distance, his head bowed and hand lax on the controls.

—-

 Adric can. He dematerialises the TARDIS and whether it is from luck or the TARDIS acting on her own accord, but Tegan screams at him all the same. They can’t just leave the Doctor behind, they can’t. But as the ship flickers in and out of time, she knows there isn’t anything they can do. There is a low groaning in the Cyberman’s chest, and she thinks it’s laughter before it starts issuing orders on where and when the TARDIS must be piloted. But Adric’s hand comes around from behind it, a battered and much abused badge of mathematical excellence in it. He’s too short to reach though, and it’s Tegan who lunges forward, pushes it up those few more inches and grinds it into its front until it screeches mechanically, choking and oily smoke pouring from its chest unit. 

—-

—-

The dust is so dense they choke as they leave the TARDIS. There is no light, no way to see where the freighter had crashed, and they want to believe the Doctor is alive, but the TARDIS is groaning,  not the normal grate of its dematerialisation, almost a keening cry. Adric asks if it’s broken, but privately Tegan thinks it is crying, grieving the Doctor.

All the words he had spoken had become important. It had been such a short time they had known him, but had shaped them more than anything in their lives. A well prepared meal, and they try, try to appreciate those small moments, but none of them are exactly cooks. Two of them couldn’t even find the ingredients of their homes, destroyed or inaccessible. And as Tegan tried to compare what she could name of Earth vegetables to what Nyssa described of Traken food and Adric pointed out things they could have got from Alzarius, and no one pointed out they couldn’t get there. 

The meal was disgusting, and Tegan didn’t even know how Nyssa had done that to innocent earth vegetables, but they laugh, and she can’t stop when Nyssa joins in. Adric happily eats his plate, and asks if they’re going to finish theirs or just be silly. 

—--

Tegan takes to talking to the TARDIS. All the exhaustions and frustrations and fears she can’t share with the others, because they need to be cohesive. She tells the TARDIS one night, deep in a bottle of something that had unearthed from a glass cabinet in the Doctor’s room, that Adric and Nyssa are a heart each. One for science, one for maths, and they were trying their best to be the Doctor. There is a clumsy brush across her mind, painful before it becomes familiar, and the TARDIS is old too now without him, more erratic, rooms no longer all there - awkward angles and potholed floors. She doesn’t know how long they can keep doing this, cannot even trust the time of her own body - either her body doesn’t know which way is up or down anymore, or the constant never ending stress has stopped her periods, seemingly for good. She rather appreciates that side-effect actually, but carefully doesn’t think about what it means for her health. Not that, between the aliens and the robots and the revolutions they stumble into does she expect to have to think too long term. 

—-

Adric’s hair had turned to a shock of white several years (?) ago, and neither of them knew why. It had stolen his voice with it, dark eyes and unfathomable beneath the long snowy fringe. 

—-

Sometimes they win, sometimes they lose, and sometimes it is an inevitability, a landslide of events that started far earlier than they had materialised. There is science and maths and humanity, and they are doing their best.

Tegan loses part of her finger. A door closes too quickly, sliding free at least as she tries to block off the mutated plant from growing out through the door from the next room with a creaking speed, and suddenly there is one less knuckle and she’s too shocked to even scream. She loses her top too that day, wrapped around her finger and too bloody to ever wash out. 

—-

They manage. Adric keeps a notebook, writing down his equations so quickly that they sometimes smear across the page. Lines mark his face now, creases between his brows and grooves leading down from his snub nose, the rest of him learning to match his white hair. 

They all move a little slower now. Tegan has changed to flat shoes and even in them she’s not quick enough to get to Nyssa. Can only try and contain the blood at the source, the raw flesh that is now her shoulder. She knows they win the day in terms of the planet and population, but their little group is lopsided now. 

—-- 

She’s on her last legs. There are only emergency lights in the TARDIS now, and the console has lost any responsiveness to Adric’s coaxing. The rooms are stable, for now, but there are so few of them that they’ve started tripping over themselves. Tegan doesn’t know when the air will turn off, thinks the TARDIS is trying to hold onto that for last, and she keeps her hand, battered and clumsy with past damages, on the wall wherever she walks, the closest thing she can do to holding it’s hand in it’s dying moments. 

When the lights finally go out, she gathers the other two into her arms, tells them of the good they have done. Hears her voice crack not only with age, but with grief for who they all could have been, once upon a time. 

—--

There is light, there are strange men and women in high collars who ask them where the Doctor is. They are the Doctor, they tell him, and there is talk of regeneration trauma, or chameleon arcs and single hearts. And then, one reaches out, disgust on their face, to touch Tegan’s forehead and he’s there, the Doctor, his arm around her and the voice she had forgotten arguing the importance of small beautiful events. The sadness in his face when he wished Adric and herself good luck. And she’s gasping, great hiccoughing sobs that bring her to her knees. The Time Lords, and she knows now beyond doubt that they’re the Doctor’s people, have walked away, have categorised them as unimportant. They need the Doctor, not a ragtag group of aliens masquerading under his name. But they’re alive, and he is not. Tegan brings herself under control, only small sobs shaking her frame as she struggles back to her feet, Adric lending her his hands. The Time Lords have a screen up, and the three of them gather around, the scene aching familiar even from this strange perspective. Had they really ever been so young as they were here? Their faces so smooth, their bodies still whole. 

Both Nyssa and Tegan step forward, volunteer themselves without a thought, but the Time Lord’s eyes slip past them. Their eyes a dark and heavy weight on Adric. Tegan and Nyssa turn, and Tegan knows that look, that sadness and inevitability. Had seen it so many years ago on a freighter careening through space. They argue, of course, Tegan and Nyssa with the Time Lords, but there were timelines, things that will happen in their futures. Things that will not happen to Adric. They throw around the term aberration, and Tegan bares her teeth at the cruelty. But they can see it in Adric’s face, see he already knows. 

The Time Lords can pluck him out, and why didn’t they do that the first time, Tegan wants to scream. There are conditions, they say, their faces grave. They need the Doctor, universe  ending and timeline risking dilemmas, and he is their last resort to solve them. But the freighter crashing into Earth, that is an event that must happen. The spiralling situation of humanity in the timeline must happen. And the freighter needs that payload, that complex  blend of amino acids and metals and everything that leads to the human race on Earth. 

There is a flurry of activity around them, sombre and controlled even in this, and time stretches, flexes, and snaps. 

—---

They’re on the freighter, and Adric looks so small next to the pilot’s console, but smiles bravely at them. Tegan struggles as the Cybermen drag them away, but the Doctor’s face is stoic. Time stretches, flexes, and snaps. The freighter crashes into Earth, and the TARDIS keens, mourns a timeline that had happened and not happened.

[gilgil-machine]

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[tommygotwrittenoff]

no, no, because imagine. we get a shot of eddie looking at himself in the bathroom mirror. he touches his mustache and sighs. the next shot is someone knocking on the door of the loft. buck opens it, and it's eddie on the other side, freshly shaven and finally ready to acknowledge what buck means to him

[mooodyblue]

ignore me lol

[rosicheeks]

We would love to hear you sing a song...maybe singing even a sad song would help lighten your load a little, and we would be blessed with your angelic voice...please.

🥺

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Do you ever listen to someone speak and marvel at how smooth, free-flowing, and free of pauses it is?

Because I sure do. I can’t do that.

Maybe that’s why I feel like most people’s speech is insincere even when it isn’t… because it sounds like how I would recite or read a script. That explains why I view people who aren’t native English speakers, have a heavy accent, and take long pauses to think of the words they need to say as being more trustworthy… because my cadence is similar to theirs; and we both stumble over words.

[lil-kissy]

Fluff, Drama, Lighthearted or Dark

FMA, Wonderland, Ygo or anything in between

I wanna plot gdi.

Look I love short n sweet interactions, quick asks and small threads they're all great but I'm going to be perfectly honest. I Miss plotted stuff.

I miss a single lengthy thread, or continues story beats and plots over multiple. I want progression.

Character Growth- for all muses, the world and story building, relationship growth/bonding. The good, the bad, the happy , the sad and everything else that comes with those types of threads.

Quite frankly that's what I want more then anything in regards to Kisara, future of the blog, general desire/rp interest.

This isn't to say I want to stop or won't continue doing small stuff, answering asks and sending that. I'm always for those especially as good buffers whether as a break from a current thread, a lull in motivation, life getting in the way of being able to focus on lengthy things you know whatever.

I'll always be 110% on board for any and every interaction nor am I discounting the enjoyment they've brought in the past, I love everyone one of you guys and everyone of our interactions has been a joy to do and always will be.

But I'm gonna be real it has been far to long since I last did like a properly plotted thread, a fun long continuous thread that didn't end up dying out or forgotten real quick.

Just wanted to let everyone know this is what I've really been feeling and really wanting to try and lean into more not just for her but in general with my rping as whole this year.

But especially here cause in part the fragmented one shot mini threads while always fun they kinda end up all over the place and I'd love to be able to start creating some kind of time line? do interactions that will actually carry over from one to the next, consequences for actions, lasting affects of things good or bad between threads (which I already have been trying to do that with some of her interactions and not just let them sit in a unconnected nebulous zone of their own heh)

[paigemathews]

Whenever I actually sit down and start posting the next gen series, one of the things that I really wanna do is kind of... incorporate reader's choices into it? Not in big ways bc my plan is to write like a full season before I start posting episodes and that can affect it, but like. smaller beats.

One example is that I have an episode idea where there's a big emotional thing for three different characters and our resident empath has a discussion with each of them, but it's reader choice which scene we see. Another one is an episode where it's reader's choice for who gets hit with some kind of emotional puncture and just spews emotions everywhere. It'd be mostly character and relationship scenes for arcs that are already happening, but readers would have the chance to see their favorite or the one that they're most curious about up close on "screen." Not for every episode, but like. maybe once or twice a season or something. Idk, thought it might be interesting.

[leveragehunters]

CoPilot in MS Word

I opened Word yesterday to discover that it now contains CoPilot. It follows you as you type and if you have a personal Microsoft 365 account, you can't turn it off. You will be given 60 AI credits per month and you can't opt out of it.

The only way to banish it is to revert to an earlier version of Office. There is lot of conflicting information and overly complex guides out there, so I thought I'd share the simplest way I found.

How to revert back to an old version of Office that does not have CoPilot

This is fairly simple, thankfully, presuming everything is in the default locations. If not you'll need to adjust the below for where you have things saved.

Click the Windows Button and S to bring up the search box, then type cmd. It will bring up the command prompt as an option. Run it as an administrator.

Paste this into the box at the cursor: cd "\Program Files\Common Files\microsoft shared\ClickToRun"

Hit Enter

Then paste this into the box at the cursor: officec2rclient.exe /update user updatetoversion=16.0.17726.20160

Hit enter and wait while it downloads and installs.

VERY IMPORTANT. Once it's done, open Word, go to File, Account (bottom left), and you'll see a box on the right that says Microsoft 365 updates. Click the box and change the drop down to Disable Updates.

This will roll you back to build 17726.20160, from July 2024, which does not have CoPilot, and prevent it from being installed.

If you want a different build, you can see them all listed here. You will need to change the 17726.20160 at step 4 to whatever build number you want.

This is not a perfect fix, because while it removes CoPilot, it also stops you receiving security updates and bug fixes.

Switching from Office to LibreOffice

At this point, I'm giving up on Microsoft Office/Word. After trying a few different options, I've switched to LibreOffice.

You can download it here for free: https://www.libreoffice.org/

If you like the look of Word, these tutorials show you how to get that look:

www.howtogeek.com/788591/how-to-make-libreoffice-look-like-microsoft-office/

www.debugpoint.com/libreoffice-like-microsoft-office/

If you've been using Word for awhile, chances are you have a significant custom dictionary. You can add it to LibreOffice following these steps.

First, get your dictionary from Microsoft

Go to Manage your Microsoft 365 account: account.microsoft.com.

One you're logged in, scroll down to Privacy, click it and go to the Privacy dashboard.

Scroll down to Spelling and Text. Click into it and scroll past all the words to download your custom dictionary. It will save it as a CSV file.

Open the file you just downloaded and copy the words.

Open Notepad and paste in the words. Save it as a text file and give it a meaningful name (I went with FromWord).

Next, add it to LibreOffice

Open LibreOffice.

Go to Tools in the menu bar, then Options. It will open a new window.

Find Languages and Locales in the left menu, click it, then click on Writing aids.

You'll see User-defined dictionaries. Click New to the right of the box and give it a meaningful name (mine is FromWord).

Hit Apply, then Okay, then exit LibreOffice.

Open Windows Explorer and go to C:\Users\[YourUserName]\AppData\Roaming\LibreOffice\4\user\wordbook and you will see the new dictionary you created. (If you can't see the AppData folder, you will need to show hidden files by ticking the box in the View menu.)

Open it in Notepad by right clicking and choosing 'open with', then pick Notepad from the options.

Open the text file you created at step 5 in 'get your dictionary from Microsoft', copy the words and paste them into your new custom dictionary UNDER the dotted line.

Save and close.

Reopen LibreOffice. Go to Tools, Options, Languages and Locales, Writing aids and make sure the box next to the new dictionary is ticked.

If you use LIbreOffice on multiple machines, you'll need to do this for each machine.

Please note: this worked for me. If it doesn't work for you, check you've followed each step correctly, and try restarting your computer. If it still doesn't work, I can't provide tech support (sorry).