#but i nEED TO STOP AND CHARGE MY IPAD

[avenoire]

obligatory Sonic reacts to Shadow laughing x2

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Literally spent around 4 hours at the apple store trying to figure out how to revive my ipad and save all my artwork over the past 6 years to my new replacement ipad

[omgeto]

okay people today has genuinely a terrible day 🥹 and if I die in my sleep because my phone is under my pillow HOT AS HELL and plugged in then so be it. farewell.

[arolesbianism]

My little molecule

[quibbs126]

I need to stop scrolling on Twitter and the tumblr For You tag, I need to stop saving photos

For a bit of context, something I’ve been doing for the past few years now is that when I see something I think is funny or good looking or just generally something I would like to share, I save it and leave it in an album to show my friend whenever I see her

We’re currently on winter break, but this is the last week of it, and it lasts about a month for us. During this time, I elected not to send my pictures because I prefer to see her reaction to them in person. So that means I just keep getting more

How many do I have now in there? About 1200. And I think I reached 1000 earlier this week, and we still have half a week to go

Normally by the time we meet again, I’ve found I usually have 200-300. It used to be closer to 100, maybe 200, but somehow last semester the saving rate increased dramatically, despite me ironically having less available time to scroll on social media, considering I now work for half the week. Genuinely I don’t know how it happened, but 300 was already pretty long, and now it’s quadruple that

But what makes it worse? While not all of the photos I save go to the “Funnies” album, as I dub it, most of them do. Which means that I cannot clear out my photo album for unnecessary pictures because I don’t remember if they’re in the album or not

And now instead of my usual 2000-ish photos in my album (all the Cookie Run refs kind of permanently upped the numbers by a few hundred out of necessity), I currently sit at just under 4000

I need to clear out my photos, but I can’t yet because I need to show her the pictures

Though honestly it’s not even just this event of saving photos for way too long, this is a daily problem as well. I need to stop saving like 40-70 photos a day. Yes, that does seem to be the accurate general range for how many photos I save a day, do you see the problem?

[dreams-of-sapphire-tears]

so many things to be delusional about :)

[casstelli]

am i treating my earbuds worse or do they just not last as long anymore

[99k4manii]

N.A.I.L.S

Doing this to gojo

MINORS DNI

warning: edging(kinda) nsfw, nicknames like pa,daddy,ma/mami (NOT PROOF READ ND REALLY SHORT)

Gojo satoru x black! Reader

“who came ta make sweet love~? Not me~” you had sung quietly laying on gojo’s lap while he played COD, you continued humming the rest of the song but then you scrolled on you’re instagram (on that iPad you begged gojo for) to see sum nails, they weren’t specifically cute but it made you want to get your nails done. “Pa!” You had said excitedly, but he had ignored you. But you was ganna get what you wanted whether he liked it or not. “Toruuuu” you dragged the last letter of his name, “what ma.” He said eyes glued to the screen smashing buttons on his ps5 controller, “can I get my nails doneee~?” “Y’Ya asking me?” Like he didn’t know you wanted him to pay obviously! “becauseee I need you t’pay for ittt!” He ain’t respond “pleaseeee daddy~? Pretty pretty pretty pleaseee??” You kept going till you heard an annoyed sigh which meant yes. “Go get my wallet off the counter over there” he said eyes still glued to the screen. After you gave him the wallet you basically sprinted though the apartment to the bedroom.

You went to your walk in closet and started to get dressed, you wore this when you came back to the leaving room he had his card out on the coffee table signaling to grab it. “I had already got you a Uber it’s finna be outside.” “Thank you baby!” You said almost sprinting out the house till he stopped you, “ain’t you forgetting sum?” you walked back and gave him a kiss “that’s what I thought. bye I love you” “love you too!”

You came home with these nails with gojo’s  initials on them, “baby I’m home!” You shouted because he wasn’t in the living room anymore, you took off your shoes and walked towards the bedroom seeing him on his phone while the tv plays “Madea's Family Reunion” as he smirked at the little jokes n stuff made on the show you hoped on the bed “wanna see my nails??” “Mhm” he said putting his phone down for a little to take a quick look at your nails barely taking in the details. “Cute” he looked back at his phone, you smacked your lips, “you ain’t even look at ‘em!” You sat against the back board, then you remembered a TikTok trend you had seen! So you decided to try it. You pulled your phone out your purse then dropped the purse on the ground, you unlocked your phone going to TikTok and found to sound. “Baby I need you to stay very still f’me okay?” “Why?” “Just do it!”

You placed your hand on his crotch and started recording while grinding your hand on his shaft, he shifted his head toward putting his phone down trying his best not to move or show any typa weakness, “fuck you doing?” He said with his teeth together, “shhh! I’m recording!” This continued for a good 15 seconds this 15 seconds he noticed how cute your nails really were he also noticed the boner on his pants. You stopped recording and drafted the video. Then you put your phone on charge about to get up then he gripped your Arm and stopped you. “Y’think you can pull shit like that and get away with it?”

“Nghh~! Ohhhh~! F-fuckkkk toruuu!” “Yeaaaa just like that mama~” he had your legs over his shoulders your anklet with his name on it jangling in his ear, “fuckkkk mama give it t’me~” “torruuuu~~!” He pulled out and flipped you over arching your back, bullying his cock in your fat cunt smacking your ass making your brown skin turn a little pink “Yeahhh~ fuck me back ma- shittt!” He yelled feeling his orgasm come close “daddyyyy I’m finna cummm~!” You said with a shaky tone eyes slowly closing and opening “cum f’me baby” your eyes rolled back after y’all both hit that orgasm at the same time.

After fucking for another 1 and a half you were snuggled up to his tated chest drifting to sleep, while he was scrolling through instagram and Pinterest for you some new nail ideas.

Should I do a pt.2?

anywayssss ik its short as I said I really can’t type for dat long cuz my computer broke f’now but I’m telling uu once it fixed ima be boomin!

Bye lovelysss!!

[sapphicmsmarvel]

modern au! competition

notes: in elains part i talk shit about The Exorcist. i’m sorry guys that movie is so so bad. Some of these are really short because i didn’t know how to elaborate LOL but yall will get the point. 

Azriel: 

This cranky bitch has beef with your kindle paperwhite. 

You took it everywhere, always made sure it was fully charged and loaded with books. You even used the app on your phone until one day you decided you would always carry your actual kindle with you everywhere. 

When he wanted snuggles and you were reading? You had pushed him away. Until one day, he’d had enough. 

It was a rough day at work, he wanted his girlfriend. He saw you on the couch, with your emotional support water bottle, his hoodie, fuzzy sock-clad feet and a blanket. And you were holding your kindle. 

He knew he wanted to join you in that cuddle pile, so he did. 

He took away your blanket which caused you to yell an indignant, “hey!” Then he spread your legs which had you saying “oh?” 

He rolled his eyes at your dirty mind and laid down on top of you. Your kindle was in the air, he laid his head between your boobs and snuggled in. 

Breathing in your scent, he hummed contentedly. 

He felt you shake with suppressed giggles, “you comfy?”

“Mhm.” He hummed, his eyes closing. 

“My big baby.” You said softly, kissing his head and running your nails through his hair. 

He didn’t need to look up to know you were still reading, just multitasking now. After all, that’s what the pop socket is for. Multitasking while reading. 

(get your heads out of the gutter) 

He loved how happy it made you, though. He also loved the sex that came from the books that you’d want to reenact. 

Cassian: 

don't get him wrong, he loves that you wear makeup because you love it. 

however that damn plumping gloss is gonna kill him. 

“It’s spicy!” 

“You’re being a baby, it’s minty.” 

“it’s fucking spicy!” 

It’s not his fault that your gloss is out to make him croak. He can’t help kissing you though, your lips look so plump and juicy, just perfectly kissable. And the gloss tastes like vanilla cupcakes until the spice kicks in. 

Rhysand: 

He's got beef with the sims. You’ll go missing for hours in your “cozy room” as you call it, and 9 times out of 10, he’ll walk in and see you hunched over like a cave creature playing the sims. It kind of scares the shit out of him because sometimes he’ll walk in on you like that, with a murder podcast playing on your TV. 

Eventually, he loves the game. Because he discovers that you can make your own families. You two have five kids in the sims, because even Sim-Rhysand is horny. 

Eventually he gets his own PC, he’s very excited. Owns and buys you all of the sims packs. 

Feyre: 

Your IPad. You do everything on that thing. Work, planning, reading; writing, even. It’s with you all day, sometimes all night depending on the activity you’re doing. You can’t stop playing candy crush or some other game. She’s fully pulled the IPad out of your grip before to cuddle.

She didn’t get it until you got her her own with procreate installed. And now you’re the one who has to pry her away. She, like Rhysand, has learned the naughty things she can do with her new hobby. AKA, lots of drawings of you. 

Naked, clothed. You two together being naughty. 

She’s learned to love the wonders of an IPad. 

Morrigan: 

fucking theme parks. In the beginning of your relationship she didn’t know how to feel, eventually she fell in love with them. She used to be against them because she hated being sweaty (who doesn’t) but with your help she was able to be comfortable and enjoy a nice theme park day with her girlfriend. 

You two are out of state disney pass holders. Taking random flights on random days for a day at disney. Flying in that morning and leaving that night. Or driving for a long weekend. 

Amren: 

her competition is concerts. you’ll go to any show at any time. Your friends favorite indie band is having a show with 20 dollar tickets? sold you’ll be there. 

She’s not a fan of intense crowds, mosh pits aren’t her scene. But if there’s an artist you wanna go see and your friends can't go? She’s buying you the tickets as an early birthday or christmas gift. She’s even used mother’s day as an excuse to buy you tickets. Or Veterans Day. 

And she calls you dramatic. 

Nesta: 

she genuinely doesn’t understand how you can play video games for hours. She does love it though because you’ll leave her alone to read while you play. 

You rarely play intense games, if you do you’re playing with friends and not some random lobby (because being a woman, a queer woman no less is not fun in random online lobbies). And that’s when you go into a different room because your friends and you are quite loud. 

But when you’re playing stardew valley or any zelda, mario game, or nintendo in general; you’re sitting by her. 

Your usual set up is you both on the couch next to each other, some asmr room video in the background and a few candles lit. 

She can even admit that your video games have awesome soundtracks. 

Elain: 

horror movies. you were a fanatic. On your first date you brought this up to her, nervous she’d be against it. She was all for watching them. She had never seen them, growing up her mother forbid her daughters from watching them. It didn’t stop Feyre and Nesta, however she was a bit of a rule follower. 

She thought it couldn’t be that bad. After all, they're fictional and the effects can be very cheesy. 

However, she hid that she was scared pretty well in the beginning and then when you two saw Jigsaw that killed her “street cred” with you. (her words, not yours) 

So after the intensity of Jigsaw, you had her watch The Exorcist, a movie you thought was ass but was a good movie to introduce her to horror with. 

She ended up thinking the movie was shit, too. But, it gave her a bit of a baseline to go off of.  

After that was The Conjuring universe, then The Paranormal Activity franchise ended up freaking her out in a good way. 

She liked watching supernatural, ghost hunters, and american horror story with you though! And she did enjoy the scream franchise as well as the scary movie franchise! 

She began to love them, and loved the adrenaline. 

She liked the idea of going to a haunted house during halloween, but it scared her a bit more. It was different with a screen in between her and the scare. 

Lucien: 

Your stuffed animal collection. You personified almost everything you owned (which made it a bitch to declutter when you knew you needed to; but you couldn’t stop imagining objects with personalities). 

He loved how passionate you were, how cuddly you always looked however: 

You’re supposed to be cuddling him!! Not a damned stuffed animal! 

Then one time, he came home after a long work trip and found you asleep on the couch, you were waiting for him. 

He found you hugging a fox build-a-bear with one of his shirts on it.  

How can he hate that? 

Eris: 

His own dog is his competition. 

The fucker will cuddle with you then give him a smug ass look like “haha she chose me, she dont want you.” 

He loved the immediate love you had for his (son) pet. And he reacted to you the same way. You two formed a bond, the dog would follow you everywhere around the house. 

His dog was supposed to be a hunting dog, then when you (mom) came into the picture, that’s when you began babying him and forbidding Eris from taking him hunting. 

“My son will not go through the mud! He’s a baby!”

“My love, his whole life’s purpose is hunting. He’s a hunting dog.” 

“His life purpose is being the cute snuggly idiot he is!” Said snuggly idiot was wagging at your feet with an expression on his face that Eris could only describe as a “you go, mom!” look. 

“What if he gets hurt?” Your bottom lip wobbled and he knew he couldn’t say no to you. 

You were sensitive when it came to animals. It was pretty easy to make you cry, you just had to look at the dog being cute and you’d start bawling. 

But, he loved waking up in the morning to you snuggled into him with his beloved (but an asshole) dog with you two. 

Even when the dog pushes in between the two of you in the middle of the night. 

Tarquin: 

Surfing. He can’t believe he’s competing with his own hobby. 

He introduced you to it, but you cannot stop. You spend hours out in the ocean, and he wishes he could be out there with you all the time. But he’s always working with the city's ocean conservation teams and is the leading man in marine biology in your city.  So he can’t leave the office a lot, but when he can, he does join you in the surf. 

You two began a surfing contest to raise money for ocean conservation too. 

[genericpuff]

The Kiss Bet Episode 172 - Hot Pot and Venting About How I Want My 70 Cents Back

Okay, look, this isn't a post I was expecting to make today but it's something that just happened and I have to fucking talk about, so let me preface this with some context.

I had to buy coins recently and because I switched to using my iPad for reading comics on, I got a "new reader" type deal from Webtoons for a coin bundle that got me like 100 coins for $5; because technically it was a 'new account' as Webtoons operates their in-game currency model on apps, not on actual emails (meaning if you use the app on an Android phone and then switch to an Apple iOS device, they're technically two separate accounts which you sync the reading data between via the account info linked via the email, therefore they have two separate coin wallets).

So with more coins than I knew what to do with, I decided to start FastPassing The Kiss Bet again, which I had recently stopped FP'ing around the S3 mark, as it's recently devolved back into the "will they won't they" trope, but instead of between Sara-Lin and Joe, it's between Sara-Lin and Joe's younger brother (the "true endgame") Oliver.

Now I don't mind the ship in essence. Joe was definitely not gonna be endgame, it was always gonna be Oliver, anyone who's read any amount of romance before - especially high school romances - knows how this shit tends to go, and The Kiss Bet isn't exactly trying to be groundbreaking or subversive in any way, it knows exactly what it's about and what it's trying to accomplish.

But it's almost become a little too good at this. Because in playing the "will they won't they" game for so long with a character that we know is endgame, it's basically been weeks and weeks and weeks of-

That said, after I caught up on the recent FP episodes, it seemed like stuff was finally moving a little bit. We were finally meeting Oliver's mom and his stepdad who he has a fractured relationship with, Joe was finally getting with his true endgame girl, Vicky (who's totally not an exact genderbent version of Joe lmao) and Sara-Lin was finally realizing she had feelings for Oliver.

And then the newest episode came out, Episode 172 - Hot Pot and Venting.

CAUTION: FASTPASS SPOILERS FOR THE KISS BET OFFICIALLY BEGIN HERE!

Already I was a little petty over the title like "lmao ok clunky title but whatever". I swept it off as not a genuine criticism, just me being a nitpicking asshole over what's essentially Fluff: The Comic.

The episode cost 7 coins, which is about roughly 70 cents, albeit closer to a dollar for Canadian readers (here's something they don't tell you about Canada - our Monopoly game currency is just as fucked as it looks) and that's where I'm gonna get into my second disclaimer that I need to be perfectly clear about (and it'll be what we get more into later on in this post).

I understand the principle of paying for art. I understand fully that many of these webtoons are being produced on tight deadlines by creators who often can only afford 1-2 assistants, if any at all. I understand and fully agree that creators deserve to be paid for their skills, time, and efforts, not just as creators working on the hellsite that is Webtoons, but as artists in general who deserve to make a living the same as anyone else. Anyone who follows my stuff here knows I'm an artist myself so I would never debate the ethical necessity of paying artists for their work.

However.

I can say that, and also agree with the people who have stated in discussion circles such as on /r/webtoons that a lot of the comics that have started charging 7 coins have been suspiciously delivering less comic since. And it's not even so much in the literal panel count, the liquid volume of these comics have remained the same, but the calorie count has dropped significantly. Food metaphors aside, what I mean is that despite many of these comics maintaining their 40-60 minimum panel count requirement, they have in fact reduced the actual amount of content that happens in them, and The Kiss Bet's newest episode is a stark example of what I mean.

I am going to start by posting only post three panels - three panels that literally sum up the entirety of Episode 172 and what it chooses to spend its time on.

That is it. That is literally all that's established in this episode. I'd tell you to go read it yourself, but honestly, this is genuinely one of those rare times I can honestly say that a 40+ panel episode is not worth 70 cents and you'd be better off, and that's saying a LOT when these episodes are only priced at the cost of a gumball. At least Lore Olympus has entertainment in how bad it is most of the time, Episode 172 of The Kiss Bet is just nothing. You will literally get more substance and flavor from an actual gumball.

Literally every other panel in this episode is either repeating the same dialogue (Sara-Lin saying the same thing multiple different times to express how Oliver is holding her hand or how his stepdad is a dick) and then Sara-Lin and Oliver staring at each other. Over. And over. Again.

I am not joking. I did not cut anything out in that sequence. That is where the episode ends. Complete nothingburger, seemingly cut off right as it was just getting started like Cait Corrain's career.

Out of the entire episode, there were 45 panels. So I can safely assume Ingrid's minimum panel requirement is at least 40 per episode, that's me assuming the best that she didn't exactly meet her panel minimum at 45 panels on the dot.

Out of those 45 panels, there were:

Two actual unique backgrounds that weren't gradients or just a single piece of furniture

4 separate panels of Sara-Lin freaking out over Oliver holding her hand and wondering if he even noticed

10 panels of Sara-Lin staring at Oliver either dumbfounded or asking him to repeat himself (or apologizing over nothing)

5 panels of the characters saying nothing

11 panels of Sara-Lin repeating information in different ways that could have been accomplished in half that time

Two separate occasions of Oliver getting Sara's attention from off-panel, literally formatted the exact same way both times (and both followed by reaction panels of Sara-Lin staring at him dumbfounded)

Way too many panels of Sara-Lin blushing in response to Oliver being an asshole tbh like literally this guy's a douchebag, Joe may have been the "out of her league" love interest but at least he was nice and didn't treat Sara-Lin like someone who just bought a Husky as a "starter pet" ???

Again, I don't usually like being a dick about the coin costs, and I definitely don't like being a hypocrite in telling people they should pay artists for their work while simultaneously posting their paywalled content like this, but I think there does come a point where it feels more irresponsible for people to not be aware of what they're about to pay for and how little they're going to be getting. This episode is literally one of the best - and worst - examples of how far the romance genre has fallen on the platform - when it's not being overtaken and oversaturated by problematic series that romanticize abuse and sexual assault, it's being dragged to death with the most boring executions of tropes that everyone has seen before and is only exciting for anyone who's never read a book or watched a romance movie, period.

And here's the thing where I do approach a bit more "hot take" territory, but every time I see this argument come up about episodes not being worth the coin cost, I see others who rightfully argue that 70 cents isn't that much to pay for what you're getting - weekly episodes of work that are usually always delivered on time, with more panels than you would ever typically see in a free to read comic.

But here's where I take issue with that argument, as much as the principle of it is sound, it misses the overall point: readers are paying for entertainment first and foremost, so can anyone who's actually paying for regular refills on their app currency step away from this and truly call it "entertainment"? Nothing was gained. The comic had 45 panels to say something, anything, and managed to not even squeak out so much of a word. Even the silent moments have no substance, they just reiterate information that we already know.

Do we really need another panel of Sara-Lin blushing at Oliver? We've known for weeks now that she has a crush on him. Do we really need another panel of Oliver getting Sara-Lin's attention? What is this actually showing of their chemistry? What is being shown here that hasn't been shown numerous times - with and without dialogue - for weeks now? What does the comic have to show for itself after four seasons?

Another point of the "it's just 70 cents, don't be an asshole" argument that people seem to miss is it's not 70 cents. It's $1. Because if you want to buy a single episode of the Kiss Bet, you can't just pay for the individual episode in isolation, you have to pay for the coins first, and $1 is the absolute bare minimum you have to pay to get 10 coins, which will only pay for one episode of a 7 coin series - of which there are many now, basically any series that's 40 panels or more will cost 7 coins and, shocker, those are the series that WT will tend to promote most, you'll rarely see the 5 coins series in the banner ads, and that's not even getting into how there are more and more series cropping up that have 5+ episodes behind FP rather than the traditional three.

So if you're someone who's (almost definitely) keeping up with more than one series? You can't just pay the $1, you have to pay at least $5 for 50 coins, and that will NOT go far anymore or cut as evenly as it used to when just about every series is now 7 coins. Webtoons knows fully well what kind of game they're playing by making the new coin cost an uneven number while still offering increments of 5/10 in their coin bundles. They undoubtedly want you to be left with an uneven number so that you'll be easily lured into buying more coins so you don't 'waste' the uneven amount you have left that isn't enough to buy the episodes for the series you want to read. Obviously this is more speculation and not fact, but it's a common business model and with the series that have adopted the 7 coin count model (rather than starting off with 7 coins outright) such as The Kiss Bet and Lore Olympus, it's becoming abundantly clear that either the creators or the platform itself is encouraging these series to meet their panel minimums with as little content as possible in order to get more money out of readers who are barely even being drip fed actual entertainment and narrative progression, let alone spoon fed.

And then there's the waiting. The goddamn waiting. So many of these series guilty of siphoning their content off through a hose that they're deliberately standing on are designed intentionally with the most egregious cliffhangers in mind to keep their audience hooked so they'll undoubtedly FP next week. Do you know what that amount of waiting does to a comic? To its readers? First off, it artificially extends the actual pacing of the comic to make it feel longer than it is, when in reality, many of these plotlines are happening in a vacuum of very short bursts of time. Case in point, Lore Olympus is commonly confused for having a plotline that takes place over the course of months, when actually when laid end to end in order of cause and effect, many of its subplots - including the romance of Hades and Persephone - takes place over the course of days. This over-inflates the plotline's actual depth and, even worse so, it makes it harder for readers to keep up with information that's being delivered, as it often takes weeks for that information to actually go anywhere - so by the time it does, many readers have straight up forgotten about it.

It's absolutely not okay that so many of these kinds of series are normalizing literal slow burning for an audience who's paying to be entertained. It's not a "slow burn". It's just slow, and deliberately so. It's absolutely NOT FUN to follow a comic that does not go anywhere week after week. It's frustrating. And before long, it starts to feel like gambler's fallacy, where readers have to essentially gaslight themselves into paying into it more and more convinced that it has to pay off eventually, based on a promise that was never actually made, only assumed in good faith. And readers should not have to fill in the bulk of the content that isn't happening with their own imaginations, which is something that happens a LOT in these series that spend so much time on the characters just staring at each other and saying nothing. It's not 'plot' to just draw characters blushing and have your audience fill in the rest of it entirely on their own. This is certainly a technique in writing, but in the case of The Kiss Bet and other comics like it, it's much less of a valid technique and more just flat out manipulating your audience into falling so hard into the sunk cost fallacy trap that they don't notice they're being robbed blind by the plot that hasn't actually happened - and they've been paying for that financial and emotional robbery out of their own pockets and brains every step of the way.

Again, I do not care about the coin cost in and of itself, seventy cents IS still an incredibly cheap price for weekly updates of a series that has to put out so many panels each week. But as a reader and a customer, I should not be leaving these updates with less information than what I started with. And I'm someone who's incredibly old school by webcomic standards, there are comics that I follow that have updated 1-2 pages a week for over a decade that manage to do more with their limited pages than Lore Olympus and The Kiss Bet manage to do after entire hiatuses filled with pre-production time.

Why does this page of Alfie manage to move both the intrinsic plot of the titular character as well as the external plot that's going on around her in one page made up of 5 panels better than what The Kiss Bet can do in 45?

Why does this page of Tamberlane manage to convey more information about the world's lore and the people in it in a way that's emotionally driven and clearly affecting the characters without outright info-dumping than what Lore Olympus has managed to spit out onto its plate since S3 started over a year ago?

How does Tales from Alderwood manage to be more entertaining and convey more meaningful storytelling through its characters in a single page consisting of zero dialogue than what The Kiss Bet can convey in its silent panels of staring, blushing, and repetitive stuttering?

Why are the creators who are relying entirely on their own efforts, resources, and ability to generate income through community interaction and support putting out better work with less panels and on slower schedules for FREE than what we're seeing from professional creators on a professional publishing platform who are being paid to do this as their job?

There's this saying in the tattooing industry: good work isn't cheap and cheap work isn't good.

At this point, 70 cents is not a 'bargain' as many people like to argue in defense of the creators. And while I do want to have good faith in the creators who don't pull this shit, the creators who clearly go above and beyond to do what they do in the pursuit of storytelling and polishing their craft to be the best piece of work that it can be - the comics that are worth paying 70 cents and beyond for - are not the comics that Webtoons is promoting to people. The creators of the works that genuinely deserve more than 70 cents per update are being left to fend for themselves without support from the platform, while those that aren't worth the price of even a flavorless gumball are consistently winning the Wonka Golden Ticket lottery.

The cost of 70 cents is relative. For some works it's a genuine bargain. For others like the The Kiss Bet and Lore Olympus, 70 cents is not a "bargain", it's not a "good deal", it's exactly the value of what you're paying for - cheap work that isn't good.

[answithvanzz]

I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE. LIKE I ACTUALLY CANT.

I WAS ON MY IPAD DOING A SCHOOL PROJECT WHEN I CHECK MY YOUTUBE AND THIS IS THE FIRST FUCKING THING I SEE.

WHAT THE FUCK

SO OF COURSE I HAD TO FIND OUT WHAT WAS HAPPENING

I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO FEEL ANYMORE. WDYM COLE’S PROBLEMATIC I FUCKING LOOKED UP TO HIM. I LOVED CTBC MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THIS WORLD AND NOW ITS JUST GONE. WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ME EVERY FUCKING TIME. CTBC IS LITERALLY MY FAVORITE COMFORT SHOW AND I LOVED IT SO MUCH. I GOT SO FUCKING ATTACHED TO THOSE CHARACTERS AND THE STORY BUT OF COURSE THIS HAD TO HAPPEN. IT ALWAYS DOES.

I JUST WANT TO ENJOY A SHOW OR CREATOR FOR ONCE WITHOUT THEM ENDING UP SUPER PROBLEMATIC IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?

…

I’m sad about the show, but Cole? I …don’t know what to feel about him. Of course he’s just 18 and teenagers do a LOT of stupid shit, but the stupid shit he did was REALLY FUCKING STUPID. I don’t have the details because I don’t have twitter but i know it had something to do with racism, stealing assets, and possibly firing staff? I don’t know. I was actually IN the stage he hosted when it was happening, but I didn’t know what was going on at the time so I didn’t know how to react. I thought ‘wow that’s shitty, atleast he’s apologizing though.’ BUT NOW YOU’RE GOING TO TELL ME HE DID OTHER STUPID SHITTY THINGS???

It all happened so fast. I was literally drawing ctbc art, blissfully unaware of this whole situation WHILE IT WAS UNRAVELLING. I didn’t want this to happen. I didn’t THINK this would happen. But now I’m lying, curled up into a ball crying typing this on my bed.

I’ll might still post ctbc art after this but those posts will probably get less and less frequent if i do.

I’m sorry if this post was unnecessarily long, or just felt like me screaming, i just really need to get my emotions out somewhere. I might make a less emotionally charged post when i stop crying and calm down about this, i just don’t know anymore. And to the ctbc fandom, i love you guys, and you’ll always hold a special place in my heart <3

[natty-light-of-my-life]

chuck versus the broken phone

Summary:

Your stagnating life as a college dropout turned retail associate is turned upside down when an international superspy turned fro-yo vendor asks you to fix her broken phone.

Notes:

Loosely based on the television series Chuck. By loosely, I mean I kept the general premise of the show but I don’t remember any details of the actual episodes. It’s more fun this way!

The Buy More. Located in sunny Burbank, California, the Buy More boasts a two-star review on Yelp and is a one-stop shop for all your electronic and everyday needs. This includes you, and your rag-tag band of Nerd Herders, who work the slightly less terrible two-and-a-half-star repair desk.

Today, after your heroics of helping an elderly man plug in his laptop charger, you stood at the help desk, bored and counting down the minutes to your federally mandated lunch break. In comparison to your slouched posture and resting bored face, the teenager next to you was nearly buzzing in the air. Peter Parker was a recent hire, and his unfounded enthusiasm would be cute if it weren’t so terribly sad that he would soon find out how utterly ridiculous the job actually was.

Unwilling to crush his optimism quite yet, you handed him the next device in the queue. It was an iPad that the owner claimed needed a battery replacement. You had noted the dust ball in the charging port and nodded dutifully. 

“Here, Peter,” you said, nodding towards the back room, “take this into the shop and clean out the port. Then run the battery test on it.” The “shop” was actually just a dusty storage closet that your manager, Tony, fitted with an overhead light and an extension cord. Yet, the man insisted that it be called the “shop” for all on-duty Nerd Herders. Your new boss was a bit of a pretentious asshole, but he signed your paychecks and gave you overtime when you asked. What more could a girl ask for?

Peter grinned and nodded happily. The boy was practically glowing. A bit of an overreaction to the task, in your opinion, but you smiled at him anyway. As he happily ran off to clean cat hair out of the iPad, you sighed and rested your cheek in your hand. Twenty-six minutes until lunch.

A new fro-yo shop popped up on the other side of the shopping center a few weeks ago, and you realized that you could go for a scoop of sherbert. Peter was hired around the same time, and you didn’t think he’d left the Buy More for lunch since then. You’d take the kid out, you decided. It was bad enough that he lost his internship with Stark Industries over a funding technicality. As a fellow, former wiz-kid turned Nerd Herder, you could relate to the sting of disappointment.

“Excuse me, can you fix my phone?”

You felt the individual vertebrae in your spine snap to attention at the stranger’s voice. The texture in her voice was smoky, contrasting with her bright red hair and startling green eyes. Eyes that were looking directly at you. She was wearing a simple black T-shirt and dark-wash jeans with a soft, grey flannel tied around her waist. A pair of modest black chucks completed the look.

You’d never seen anyone more striking.

“Chuck?” Was she looking at your chest? Oh god, was there a stain on your shirt? 

And the ethereal being in front of you said something that sounded suspiciously like your nickname.

“...Can you help fix my phone? Chuck?”

Oh. Oh! She was talking to you! You brushed your palms nervously on the side of your worn chinos. The cheap, slick fabric not doing much to dry your clammy hands.

“Yes. Yes! We can fix phones. We can fix all sorts of things. But I suppose you don’t really care about what we can or cannot fix other than your phone. I mean. Yes, of course, we can take a look. And probably fix it. That is.” You squeezed your eyes closed and willed the warmth in your cheeks to dissipate.

“What appears to be the problem with your phone?” you tried again.

The goddess in front of you smiled and slid it over the counter. “The screen won’t turn on.”

You frowned at the offending device. How dare it not turn on for her. You were very-

Blinking twice, you mentally shook the wayward thought out of your head and went to grab your electronics toolkit. Your hand paused briefly. Nerd Herders were supposed to fill out an intake form on every repair and send it to the back of the queue. But there were at least three more furball-stricken iPads already in the queue, and Peter still wasn’t back with the first repair. It wouldn’t hurt to take a quick look at her phone. To diagnose the issue. For the intake form.

Pleased with your rule-bending justification, you picked out one of your tiny screwdrivers and plopped down at the counter.

“When did you notice that the phone screen stopped turning on?” you asked the woman in front of you. You felt her amused gaze on the top of your head but you kept your focus on the work in front of you. The screwdriver made quick and efficient work of the phone chassis. The back cover clicked open easily under your fingers.

“This morning,” she replied. “I was late to work because I took a few wrong turns without having access to Google Maps.”

“Oh bummer,” you hummed, tracing the circuitry on the board with your eyes. Everything looked intact and in great shape. You’re surprised the phone seemed to be failing already. “Did you get here okay, then?”

“Yeah. I actually work here in the shopping center.”

Maybe there was a god. “Oh for real?” you looked up to her, making eye contact with a spectacular forehead, “I haven’t seen you around before.” 

That was lame, you thought. “I mean, I’ve worked here for a really long time and-” 

Nope, that wasn’t it, either. “So which shop do you work in?” 

Better. Not insane.

“Fro-yo Mama.”

“Excuse me?”

She laughed and brushed a beautiful strand of scarlet out of her eye, “The frozen yogurt shop. Fro-yo Mama.”

You must have made an unpleasant face because she nodded in agreement. You recovered quickly though, “I was actually meaning to go there for lunch! I love frozen yogurt!”

“Please don’t” she waved off.

You slumped, “Oh. Okay…”

Realizing how that must have sounded, she quickly shook her head and put a hand - a beautiful hand - on your shoulder. “No not like that! The fro-yo tastes terrible. I wouldn’t recommend it.”

You were glitching to a different plane of existence. Tied only to the mortal realm by her warm hand on your shoulder. The inner workings of her cell phone were forgotten.

“You should take lunch at the hot dog place next door. The best option by far.”

“Yeah?” you croaked, “How so?”

She leaned down and whispered conspiratorily in your ear. Her minty breath left goosebumps in their wake. 

“Actually yeah, a hot dog sounds great. I love hot dogs. Hot for hot dogs haha haa…” 

Your head flopped down in shame. Studying the cell phone screen intently, you then tried to hide your flushed cheeks under the guise of digging around in the drawer. You weren’t actually looking for anything. You didn’t know what was wrong. Her phone looked fine. No cracks. No dirt. No burnt display chips. You really were going to have to fill out that intake form. The teenager in the back would probably figure it out before you did.

Your hand knocked into a bundle of wire. Ribbon wire.

Wait.

You carefully plucked the phone to eye level and squinted. 

Chuck, you thought to yourself, you are a certified dumbass.

You pulled slightly at the phone screen. It was loose. Too loose. You pinched the screen with two fingers and pushed the ribbon wire harder into the LCD display. The pins clicked into place. 

This is why the cashiers get paid more than you, Chuck. You sighed deeply.

Dutifully, you replaced the small screws and re-assembled the phone. You felt the warmth of the woman in front of you as she slid closer to see what you were doing. As you powered up the device, you held your breath.

The screen lit up.

🌭🌭🌭🌭🌭🌭🌭🌭🌭🌭

The beautiful woman - Natasha - invited you out for shopping center hot dogs. 

“Least I could do,” she insisted, tapping her credit card at the kiosk, “since you fixed my phone for free.”

“Don’t mention it,” you replied, “Literally. In fact, if you ever see a dishevelled forty-year-old man with a goatee walking around, please refrain from mentioning it.”

She smirked, “What should be my cover story for taking you out to lunch then?”

“Uhh,” you buffered.

“No really,” she said, pointing over your shoulder, “because here comes a dishevelled forty-year-old man with a goatee.”

You almost gave yourself whiplash with how quickly you turned to look. Unfortunately, the man had spotted you and started making his way over. 

“Chuckles, what are you doing not at work?”

“It’s my lunch break, Tony.”

“Then who is working the Nerd Herd desk? I only scheduled you and Parker today.”

“Peter is.”

“He doesn’t know how to work the desk.”

You nearly rolled your eyes, “I trained him last week.”

“Ah, okay,” he rubbed his goatee’d chin, “Well. Get back to work soon, Chuckles. The kid is probably swimming in anxiety without a supervisor nearby.”

You bit back a remark about Tony technically being the only supervisor on staff today since you haven’t gotten promoted since you started at the Buy More. They even had you stacking CD’s the other day. Supervisors definitely don’t stack Charlie Puth albums. 

“Don’t worry, Tony,” interrupted Natasha, placing an arm around your shoulders, “I’ll get Chuck back before her lunch ends.”

You swooned.

“Who are you? I didn’t hire you.” 

Natasha had no qualms about eye-rolling. “A friend of Chuck’s,” she replied simply. She turned to the freckled teen assembling your hot dogs, “Adam, we’ll actually take that to-go.” 

Adam nodded as he wrapped up the hot dogs in foil and handed them over the counter to you. You barely had time to give him a grateful smile before Natasha laced her hand with yours and started walking. You nearly tripped over your feet as they blindly followed her. 

“You have thirty-seven minutes, Chuckles!” came the grating voice of your manager before the glass door slammed behind the two of you, courtesy of your new friend.

“God,” complained Natasha as she shook her head, “what an idiot.”

“He is an idiot,” you agreed, “but he’s an overqualified idiot. I looked him up on LinkedIn when he was hired, and he has two masters in Engineering and half a dozen active patents on the market. I think he may be in a midlife crisis or something, so I cut him some slack.”

Natasha hummed, “Or something. It’s not that bad working at the Buy More though, right? I considered applying for the employee discount but the fro-yo position has a better dental plan.” 

You glanced up from the half-eaten hot dog in your hands. The two of you had sat down at a bench tucked between a T-Mobile and a pawn shop. “Fro-yo Mama provides dental insurance?”

Natasha grinned at you with perfect, pearly teeth. “Ironic, right?”

Mirroring her smile, you laughed, “We should get the Buy More to start stocking anti-capitalism literature next to the People magazines. Really play into the shopping center irony angle.”

“So?” She asked again, finally unwrapping her hot dog. You noticed that hers didn’t have any condiments. 

“So?” you repeated, confused. Natasha dug into her pocket and retrieved a small packet of… hot sauce?

“So,” she asked again, biting into her hot sauced hot dog, “do you like the Buy More?”

“Oh, sure. We get a five percent store-wide employee discount. No dental, but Kenny in the warehouse has a guy that can extract a wisdom tooth on the down low. Peter is really sweet. Love working with the kid.”

“Probably shouldn’t mention the black market orthodontia to a stranger,” she laughed, wiping her fingers on a napkin that appeared out of nowhere.

You pouted, “I thought that we’re friends now.”

“I could be a fed.”

Natasha’s eyes glittered in the afternoon sun. Her red hair, cut to a bob just above her chin, swayed in the breeze. A faint perfume of citrus and sandalwood tickled your nose.

“You?” you remarked, giving her an exaggerated once-over, “not a chance.”

She laughed, “I guess you don’t meet many federal agents that scoop dairy on the side.”

Your smile died a bit. There had only ever been one person that you knew of who grew up and went into law enforcement. You hadn’t talked to him in person since college. But the email he sent you a month ago sat heavy in your inbox. You gripped the bundle of tissue and aluminum foil in your hand harder.

Natasha noticed. “Chuck, are you alright?” She gently tugged the wad of trash out of your fist, brushing the pads of her fingers comfortingly against the back of your hand.

You managed to relax your palm and smile slightly, “No, yeah, I’m good.”

Natasha turned her body to face you, fully. “Yeah?”

Taking a deep breath, you nudged her shoulder. Best to forget about old friends and focus on making new ones.

“Yeah. I just hope our government pays its agents enough that they’re not scooping out orange creamsicle cups to make ends meet.”

Natasha just laughed, shooting you an amused grin before getting up to throw away the detritus from your lunch. Stranger things have happened.

[silverhallow]

The Sea Witch’s Curse

pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett

summary: when Sophie loses her voice at her job as a disney princess at the disney store she has to get creative… not thinking it would completely change her life

warnings: none. Just fluffy nonsense

word count: 2224 words

author's note: I saw a post on Instagram about something like this happening and @sophiebernadotte told me to write it… so I did 😂

The Disney store was not where Benedict had hoped to spend his afternoon but he had promised Hyacinth he would take her out shopping so that she could have whatever she wanted, within reason, if she behaved for him whilst he was looking after her the week before.

At 8 years old she was obsessed with Disney and the princesses and every weekend when she was at the shopping centre, she demanded she be took to the Disney store so she could hang out with the Princesses.

Benedict, so far, had managed to avoid that particular trauma with his youngest sister but this weekend he knew he had no choice, he had made the promise and since it was a toss up between Disney Store shopping or three separate events for Eloise, Francesca and Gregory… he knew which he’d prefer and so he’d bundled his youngest sister in his car and headed off to the shopping centre with no idea how much his life was about to change…

~*~

It was the last thing Sophie Beckett needed today. Waking up with no voice when she had a full day at work and they were already low on staff so she was working a longer shift than normal so she knew there was no way that she was phoning in sick.

Not only was it against her working ethics, it wasn’t fair to her friends there so she’d messaged her manager to tell her what was happening and that she had a plan…

It was a little unconventional, she knew some of the kids in the shop would be a bit confused but she was sure it would work, at least to some degree anyway.

And for the most part people just wanted pictures with her in her Princess uniform anyway so she wouldn’t be required to do much speaking she was sure of it.

She’d made sure her Ipad was fully charged and her Apple Pen was ready and raring to go as she made her way into the packed shopping centre.

Saturday’s were always the busiest and there would always be a steady stream of people with kids coming in and out of the disney store so she knew she was in for a busy day.

Kate, her best friend was also on shift but due to the shortage of staff was on the tills today rather than being dressed up as usual and had laughed at Sophie’s plan but said it was ingenious, Tabitha, who was dressed as Ariel had laughed and agreed to Sophie’s hairbrained plan for the day and agreed to back her up if anyone asked why Cinderella was walking around with a sign that said “Ursula the Sea Witch has gotten confused and stolen my voice today but I am still happy to assist you”

Sophie knew it was a long shot and some of the kids had been very confused as to how Ursula had gotten confused between the two of them but Ariel had explained that she and Cinderella had been trying on each other’s clothes and it must have confused the witch and some of the younger kids bought it.

Sophie did have one creep offer to give her “true love’s kiss” to get her voice back but after a disgusted look and the security guard coming over to protect the princesses from the creep in the shop who had no kids with them, most of it stopped.

That was until one of her regular and favourite customer’s came in.

She hadn’t seen little Hyacinth in a few weeks and the last time she’d come in her older brother had spent a lot of time talking to Kate and so Sophie had shown Hyacinth the new Moana stuff they’d gotten and it had been a fun afternoon with the young girl.

Sophie didn’t know much about the Bridgerton’s but she knew they were a large family and so when she heard Hyacinth’s squeal of happiness at her favourite princess being there and looked up and saw a different older brother with her, Sophie felt her heart do a little flip.

He could have given any Prince Charming a run for his money and some but Sophie didn’t have long to admire the man as Hyacinth had thrown herself into Sophie’s arms and was hugging her tightly.

So tightly, Sophie had lost the grip on her iPad and it had fallen to the floor, “sorry Sophie” Hyacinth exclaimed as she bent down and picked it up and then read what was on the screen and gasped “Ursula has stolen your voice!?” she explained

The man with Hyacinth chuckled “I thought it was Ariel that she usually stole the voice off…”

“Well Sophie’s got such a nice singing voice, even better than Ariel’s that clearly Ursula wanted someone else” Hyacinth said in a matter of fact tone to her brother as she handed Sophie back the iPad, “besides, it doesn’t matter, if she’s lost her voice then we have to find a way to defeat Ursula to get it back!” she said “Ohhh there is Kate! I’ll go ask Kate for idea’s!” Hyacinth said and ran off before Benedict or Sophie could say anything.

“Sophie huh? I thought you were Cinderella?” the handsome man asked with a brow raised and a lopsided smirk on his face

Sophie grabbed her pen and scribbled Hyacinth’s been in that often she’s seen me on non-princess days so refuses to call me Cinderella anymore, same with why she calls Kate, Kate and not her princess

“Well that make sense… that and Anthony is now dating Kate” he said

True. but she was calling Kate her name long before then.

He smirked and shrugged “she is very strong willed, she’ll have a thousand ideas as to how to get your voice back when she comes back”

I don’t doubt it but some rest and not speaking will do it for me I am sure. I’ve not seen you here with Hyacinth before but clearly you’re a brother… so you must be Benedict? I’m assuming.

Benedict blinked, most women, or people just saw him as another Bridgerton and rarely did someone who had never met him before even know his name

“How… did you know?”

Sophie beamed and wrote Hyacinth told me she had four brothers, Anthony i’ve met, she told me that Benni was taller than Anthony, and Gregory is 10… and i’m sure I saw Colin in here a few weeks ago talking to Kate and trying to make her see sense about Anthony and he was definitely shorter so you have to be Benni… and Kate told me it’s Benedict not Benni…

Benedict laughed “yes, Benedict, or Ben… it’s nice to meet you Sophie, Hyacinth doesn’t shut up about you or Kate or the rest of the princess to be honest…”

Well she’s a sweet kid

“Sweet isn’t how we’d word it…”

Strongwilled?

Benedict laughed “that’s kinder than pain in the arse but yes, she’s got the entire family wrapped around her finger”

It must be nice. Being close to your family

“It is maddening but it is nice…” he smiled at her, wondering why he felt so comfortable around her and found her so easy to talk to.

Hyacinth had always said that Sophie was a kind hearted girl, that she was training to be a Vet, that she was very pretty but Benedict was blown away by her green eyes, the smile on her face and he’d not heard her talk but he could almost imagine her melodious laugh and tone when he read her words.

There was a magical quality about her and it was drawing him in.

They spent half an hour talking, or he was talking and Sophie was writing, just chatting about his family, he’d asked about her course and how it was going, whilst Hyacinth was talking to Kate and then talking to Ariel and a few of the other princesses, her eyes kept flicking over to the keep and eye on Benedict and Sophie and he missed the scheming look in his sister’s eyes when Kate had come back and whispered in her ear a few seconds later Hyacinth came running over “I know how to fix it!”

Benedict and Sophie looked towards the young girl with their brows raised and looking amused “and how is that Hyacinth?”

“Kate said it’s the same with Ariel, she has to be kissed by her Prince Charming!”

That may be the case Hyacinth but I don’t have a Prince Charming

“I know! Kate told me! But Benni could be him!” Hyacinth said without a care in the world, causing Benedict to splutter and Sophie to go bright red.

“I’m not Prince Charming Hy, you know that…”

“But you could be!” Hyacinth said, jumping up and down excitedly.

“Hyacinth, you can’t just kiss people you’ve just met and not when they’re at work…” Benedict said trying to defuse the situation as he felt his own cheeks growing red

“But you could take her out and then kiss her! Kate said you were checking Sophie out and flirting with her! So you could!”

“Hyacinth…” Benedict whined as both Sophie and Benedict shot Kate a look who was just standing behind the till laughing away to herself as she served a customer and clearly enjoying the look on her friends face.

Hyacinth, it is nice of you to try and help me out but I am sure i’ll be fine in a few days, and besides I am sure Benedict wasn’t flirting with me.

“He was flirting with you!”

Benedict went bright red at being called out by his littlest sister.

“Hyacinth, look, just… here… here’s £30, go find a toy and buy it. Please…”

“But…”

“Look, just let us talk please… if you do this we’ll go for a mcdonalds and then an Gunthers on the way home…”

Hyacinth looked at the money and then between Benedict and Sophie and grabbed the money and ran off into the toys looking for something to buy and Benedict turned to Sophie, both of whom were bright red and a little mortified

“Sorry about her…”

It’s fine. She’s not the first one to try and find me Prince Charming today. It’s okay you can just… I don’t know tell her you’re not interested or whatever or say we’re going out and just lie?

“And what if I am interested in taking you out? And was actually flirting… and clearly doing a bad job if you think i’m not interested”

Sophie spluttered, the first real noise to come out of her mouth all day; you’re interested?

“Of course I am. You’re beautiful, you’re funny, I see why Hyacinth loves you so much, so what about it? Give it a few days for your voice to come back and i’ll take you out to dinner? If… if you want?” he said suddenly wondering if perhaps he’d misread the signs

Sophie nodded, i’d like that… if you give me your number i’ll message you when i’m off work and we can text whilst my voice heals then we can go out.

“Really?” he asked excitedly

Sophie nodded with a shy smile.

Benedict stuck his hand in his wallet and grabbed a business card out and with the actual pen Sophie had on her lanyard he scribbled another number down “this is my personal one, this is my work one… and my email just… just incase” he grinned sheepishly, realising how uncool it was to go over the top but Sophie just grinned and took the card and slipped it into the top of her costume and out of sight and Benedict tried not to look as it disappeared into her bra and he went more red than he already was

I’ll send you all mine later

“Thanks”

“BENNIIIIIII” came a voice that was skipping back with a huge Stitch stuffed toy and an innocent smile on her face “can I have this?”

“How much is it?”

“£55…”

Benedict sighed, it was more than he wanted to spend and he knew Anthony would kill him but considering Hyacinth in her bulldozer way had maybe just helped him get a date with the most beautiful woman he’d ever met in his life he nodded “fine… but you have to chose Gunthers or McDonalds we’re not doing both…”

Hyacinth squeaked “thank you”

“Come on, we’ll go pay, it was nice to meet you Sophie and I look forward to hearing from you later…” he grinned at her and Sophie beamed

It was lovely to meet you too. See you later Hyacinth…

“Bye Sophie!” Hyacinth said waving and Sophie watched as the brother and sister made their way to the till and Benedict’s clearly sheepish interaction with Kate and Kate looking over at Sophie with a smirk on her face, which Sophie returned with a glare, and mouthed “i’m going to kill you”

Though she knew it was just payback considering she’d done the same thing not a month earlier when Anthony had been in the store but as Benedict left with a bright smile back at Sophie, she couldn’t help but save his number into her phone as Prince Charming…

And when he proposed to her, 18 months later…he did so dressed as Prince Charming from Cinderella…

[dailymothanon]

sorry yall no art today 😌 i mightve lost my damn mind cuz i was almost done finishing a drawing when my ipad decided to die all of a sudden and refuse to charge correctly and it made me want to eat a bomb and shed my skin (a normal human reaction) but listen ive been waiting for 9 hours now for it to stop turning on then dying all of a sudden a second later and i should be asleep way long ago (i sorta did this to myself because i have a bad mentality of using things until they disintegrate but clearly this is not my fault)

but anyways, this is something ive been meaning to ask yall but, what are yall's headcanons for states with scars? i know nevada with his crater (??) stuff and cali and his fire scars but im interested about others, no they dont need a specific reason why, yes it can be a "just because i wanted to" thing, i just wanna hear about it because i need something to gnaw on

[sirfrogsworth]

Today's Uber was also my first time riding in a Tesla.

A quick review…

I had no idea how to open the frickin' doors. I know making them flush to the door reduced the drag by a percent or two, but those handles were not intuitive and probably not very ergonomic for people with hand or finger disabilities.

The interior was fine. But it was extremely plain. It reminded me of those bachelor pads of rich tech bros who are super into minimalism.

The giant iPad-like screen to control EVERYTHING seemed silly. And I hate that so many car makers are copying that. Real knobs and buttons can be memorized through muscle memory and are much less of a distraction. With the touchscreen, any change you need to make requires taking your attention off the road and going through menus or even submenus. There is no way to feel the controls without distraction.

The ride was pretty bumpy and uncomfortable. Not sure if that is a suspension issue or if the weight of the batteries causes that. But my car from 2008 has a much smoother ride.

The seatbelt felt cheap and it was extremely difficult to buckle. I kept having to reset it as it would lock up on me before I had enough slack.

Everything in the interior felt cheap. The seat upholstery was this fake leather and felt a bit tacky. And the little A/C vent for the rear seats was very cheap plastic. I felt like I was going to break it when I adjusted the airflow direction.

The good stuff is pretty much the reason people buy Teslas. The acceleration is effortless. Even at slow speeds you could tell. it is very quiet--no blaring engine noise. They have an excellent battery system with industry-leading range and an impressive drivetrain that goes fast and stops fast. I'm sure it is very fun to drive. Just like my brother's muscle cars.

But they put little effort into fit and finish. They did almost nothing to make sure the car was comfortable for passengers. It's like their entire design philosophy was, "As long as it goes fast and has excellent battery life, we can do the bare minimum with everything else."

And that strategy has worked so far. But as I see actual auto manufacturers with decades of experience start to design EVs, I don't think a zippy car will be sufficient for Tesla to stay competitive. Once other companies figure out the charging network dilemma, I think Tesla is going to have some major problems.

[princesheepish]

Sometimes I see posts about drawing advice and the first thing I see sometimes is “DiTcH thAt DigiTaL CraP” and man is it the fastest way to get me to stop reading. Just cause digital doesn’t work for you doesn’t mean it’s bad shut upppp. Just saw a post on Reddit that was like “there’s too much involved in carrying around an iPad! You have to remember to charge it and charge the pen!”

And then went on to list “ok so you need this specific 20$ sketchbook, this set of pencils, erasers, and blenders” yeah ok remembering to charge an iPad is too hard but grabbing 30 fucking art supplies isn’t??? And if your argument is yeah well it all goes in one case guess what: so does the ipad

Like yes varying your art now and then isn’t a bad thing but I’m so tired of the demonizing of digital artists like it’s not real. Especially w the rise of ai bullshit of trying to replace real hard working artists and animators.

Like look I’ve got about 20 or so sketchbooks from when I was in middle school and I’ve moved four times in the past two years. Moving sketchbooks SUCKS. That’s shits heavy!! I had some of my earliest sketchbooks ruined cause they got wet! All of my digital art is kept both online and on flash drives!

Not to mention cost. Yes a tablet or iPad or computer will probably set you back in initial cost, but I’ve had tablets I’ve used for 6+ years. That compared to the price of sketchbooks, canvases, paint, etc is so much cheaper in the long run.

Sorry for the rant but I am SOOO tired of bad takes about digital art as someone who’s drawn digitally since he was 11! Man!