#casette collection

[shadowxamyweek]

Let me clarify

Shadow listens to Greta Van Fleet I don't make the rules.

[midwestemokilledmygrandma]

pro of having old parents and being into physical media lol my mum still has all her vinyl from the 60s, 70s and 80s and one record player from the 90s and one from the mid 2000s, both my parents still own their old cassette players and cassette tapes collection and their old cd players and cd collections and my mum has both her old ipods from the 2000s (one is from 2000 one is from 2006, which is now mine), they both have tons of dvds and my mum still has every computer she has ever owned lol and floppy discs and my dad still has his old film cameras from the 80s, one which has been mine since 2017. They also both still have every brick phone they ever owned. we had VHS tapes until like 5 years ago but my mum gave them away. it is epic can't lie

[sweetsuenos]

Guys a cool older lady at my job gave me a cassette player :D

[crimsonblackrose]

I totally thought that the next type of media I'd end up with would be vinyls. Like I'd find a vinyl of something I liked and I'd buy it and start my collection then slowly be on the lookout for a player or save up for one.

Somehow I've ended up with cassettes instead. 🤣

[dbssh]

Happy hc for roadhog... neow.

hm i like to think he would have a really nice singing voice but most of the music he listens to is like. buttrock and metal. so nobody would really know. incidentially i think he wouldnt listen to that much music like even besides the general difficulty of electrical devices in The Wasteland i just dont really think its his thing.

[memes-of-my-father]

[lobolicious]

I got a soundwave today B)

[labyrinth-magic]

Value of Music Cassette Tapes | EverPresent

I am currently assessing the value of my casette tape collection. I am posting thus article because it has the potential to be as useful to others as to myself. 🎶

[bipolarsupernova]

[tobiasdrake]

I really do love how much you can tell about Doomguy just from looking around his room.

Like. Yeah, all the stuff you expect to see is there.

He's got his big ol' gun rack.

What appears to be a rock he uses as a punching bag.

Whetstone for sharpening his knives. All the Real Manly Violence Man stuff you'd think would be there.

But also a pair of nunchaku. Doomguy has never used nunchaku in any of his games. Those are just there because apparently he's the kind of dork who likes to play around with nunchaku and pretend he's doing kung fu.

Also a jump rope. Gotta keep his cardio up for all that running and jumping he has to do.

He reads Guns & Bullets magazine, but he also reads Science Monthly. Which makes sense that he'd be a bit of a techie since....

...he seems to have made his new Praetor Suit by disassembling the old one and rebuilding it to be higher-quality. You can see from the guts of the suit that it's powered armor, and he just... knows how to work that.

He's mad. Not stupid.

He also reads cooking magazines, of course. His only friend is Doom J.A.R.V.I.S.; He's gotta be self-sufficient. Though how he got those pizzas delivered is certainly beyond me.

And, of course, he has a collection of regular books that he likes to read as well. Though his taste in literature reveals a certain trend.

Also, he reads comics.

So many comics.

So, so many comics that he's left discarded comics lying around on his munitions cases. This man is a nerd.

And if you doubt his nerd cred, remember that he even keeps collectible toy displays. Doomguy is explicitly the kind of person who will go out of his way in a firefight with the forces of Hell itself to go snatch up a new toy for his collection.

He even has collectible toy figures hanging out on his computer desk. He put a little hard hat on one of them.

On the other side of his desk, he's got some leftover pizza from the inexplicable delivery service, plus takoyaki flavor chips and some candy. It seems Doomguy is a fruity candy kind of guy, not a chocolate guy. Man after my own heart.

Oh, you know he has shredded every single surface of the Fortress of Doom at some point. How do you think he learned to react so quickly in combat?

That is, of course....

When he's not ROCKING OUT with one of his three separate guitars. I bet the middle one's his favorite. It has a place of honor under the giant demon skull.

Some people might say that a record player and casette tapes are old-fashioned but cut him some slack; He's a Gen X-er.

Of course, there's one thing that any walk through Doomguy's room reveals more than anything else. The one thing that matters more than the world to him. The thing that drives him in his every waking moment.

He loved his bunny rabbit. My favorite thing about the portrait - Well, my favorite thing about it is that it's a piece of fanart that got officially canonized, but aside from that - is that he's wearing his Praetor Suit in it.

That's not something he brought from home. He commissioned an artist to paint that after becoming a Night Sentinel. He still loves his poor, late bunny rabbit.

And he keeps her close to him when he's home.

[66graves]

My uncle bought a storage unit and gave me a deck of cards from a casino in Vegas and a blank 90 minute cassette pretty cool

[grox]

This legit how it feels to collect vinyls CDs and casettes

[pokemonbattletournament]

Announcing: the We Have Pokémon at Home battle tournament!

We are proud to present the follow-up to the Pokémon Battle Tournament: the We Have Pokémon at Home Battle Tournament! In this tournament, monsters from the monster taming/battling/collecting genre that are explicitly Not Pokémon will duke it out in a one-on-one battle tournament. This tournament will take on the same format as the Pokémon Battle Tournament, asking “who would win in a battle?”. For this tournament, we are taking submissions for which monsters to include. Monsters from non-pokémon franchises, pokémon parodies, fakémon and beta pokémon are eligible. Your own fakémon creations and unique outside the box suggestions are especially encouraged.

Submissions are closed, thanks everyone for submitting!

Answers to any questions you may have under the cut.

Q&A: Which monsters can I submit as contestants? Monsters eligible to be included in the tournament are:

Monsters from another monster taming franchise. A non-exhaustive list is included below, monsters from other franchises are eligible as well.

In-universe Pokémon parodies (think, for instance, of the Voidcritters from the Sims 4) are allowed and encouraged, provided individual species are documented somewhere online.

Fakémon are allowed and encouraged. Especially your own creations are encouraged as a special treat. Mons from published fangames are allowed. Fakémon variants of existing Pokémon are allowed. Fusion designs are allowed.

In the light of the recent leaks, beta versions of Pokémon are allowed. For leaked pokémon, any link to a post discussing the leak is sufficient as documentation.

Anything else you can think of that fits the criterion of “we have Pokémon at home”. Outside the box suggestions are encouraged.

Monsters ineligible to be included in the tournament are:

Official Pokémon or any of the canon variants thereof.

Monsters that lack an image or online documentation of an individual species.

Monsters not submitted as individual species.

What do I need to submit a monster? To submit a monster, you need an image link and a link to information about the monster, preferably a wiki page or an introduction post by its creator.

How many monsters can I submit? As many as you like. Go nuts.

Which monsters will be included? As many as are needed to round up or down to the nearest power of 2. Preference will be given to a variety of origins, so if a specific franchise or fakémon creator dominates the submissions not all of them will be included.

When are the submissions due? Submissions will run for two weeks, until December 20th. Depending on the rate of submissions, I reserve the right to cut off submissions early if the number of submissions runs in the thousands.

When will I know if my submission made it? When the polls for round 1 go up! A huge part of the fun of the first round is, to me, the element of surprise, so you will find out at the same time as everyone else who is in the tournament.

The pre-approved non-exhaustive list of franchises from which monsters can be submitted is as follows. New franchises may be added to the list as submissions come in:

Digimon

Monster Rancher

Shin Megami Tensei

Spectrobes

Bakugan

Bugsnax

Coromon

Dragon Quest Monsters

Neopets

Robopon

Telefang

Temtem

Yo-Kai Watch

Monster Hunter Stories

Nexomon

Yu-Gi-Oh

Palworld

Slime Rancher

Casette Beasts

Ooblets

Loomian Legacy (Roblox)

SquisherZ (Hypnospace Outlaw)

Fossil Fighters

Voidcritters (The Sims 4)

Beastieball

[driaswrld]

i'm just — gojo satoru and geto suguru.

wc : 1.6k

summary : (fem!reader) satoru gets lost in his head way too early in the morning, you and suguru ease his worries with one simple question.

part of : the star paradox collection.

notes : honestly this is before megs and tsumiki, just when the trio is figuring out their futures and i wanna show rlly how complex satoru's feelings are but from the pov of the ppl who love him. bcus let's bfr suguru and reader would live in a cardboard box under a bridge with satoru if it meant the three of them would be happy.

other : mentions of hickeys/lovebites ig? poly satosugu x reader but labels haven't really been defined so do with that as you may. and yes this is totally reader n suguru telling satoru that hes kenough!

current casette : i'm just ken - barbie, the album

You wake to a weight pressed against your left arm, blood rushing to your fingertips. A soft gust of summer air blows the thin blue curtains to the side, just as the morning sun peeks out from beyond the railing of the balcony. It’s hot.

It’s not just hot. The apartment is quiet.

Not often is it this quiet.

Wiggling your legs beneath the covers, you roll onto your left side, and the first thing you see makes your heart do a somersault.

Suguru, with his head pressed against your arm, his chin snug in the inside of your elbow. You don’t want to wake him — really, when was the last time any of you got a full night’s sleep let alone the privilege of sleeping in during the day?

One of your legs hike over the thigh Suguru has slotted between your own thighs, and there’s a sliver of movement beneath his eyelids. You freeze.

There’s a shift in his breathing pattern, like he’s about to wake up, and instead of moving your leg more, the arm he’s laying on moves around him to the back of his neck, pulling him closer and into your chest.

In his sleep, he mumbles something inaudible.

You still talk in your sleep after so long, Suguru?You think, but you swallow it with a smile.

Strands of jet black swallow your chest like a blanket. Silently, you card Suguru’s hair between your fingertips. Halfway down, the length of your thumb hooks on a broken hair tie, and you pull it out, a few darkened knots coming with it.

Graciously, you discard it on the empty side of the bed next to you. Satoru's side.

The pillow is cold.

Back then, you would slide out of Suguru’s hold and saunter off to find Satoru, drag him back to bed maybe. But now, you’re old enough to know he can never stay away too long.

No sappy stuff! Satoru just gets major FOMO when you and Suguru cuddle without him, that’s all!

His words, not yours.

The sunlight beaming in from the open balcony door warms your skin, heating the curve of your jaw, the flesh of your cheeks buzzing with warmth. You look down at Suguru, wondering if you should close the curtains before the light bothers him—

He’s like a baby, just laying there on your chest.

From here you can see the edge of his shoulder, a soft red mark blooming on his bare skin. Was that you? No, you don’t remember doing that. Maybe it was Satoru.

Maybe it was the both of you. You can never tell.

Suguru shifts, nuzzling his head into you, tip of his nose in between your breasts, and you wonder if he can even breathe like that.

He babbles something mindlessly, and his arms snake around your waist, pressing his weight firmly on top of you. Curious, you move a tuft of hair out of his face.

His eyes form soft slits, moisture tickling the edge of his dark lashes from sleep, his lips parted slightly with soft breaths. He’s beautiful like this.

“...Did I wake you?” A whisper comes from across the room, and you turn your attention from Suguru to where Satoru is leaning against the doorframe, shirtless and eyes heavy with sleep.

Carefully, you check on Suguru before you glance back at Satoru. “No, you’re fine…” You whisper back, hyper aware of your volume. “I got warm, is all.” The last thing you want to do is wake Suguru, and Satoru gets the idea quick as he steps over to the end of the bed.

“Warm?” Satoru repeats, rubbing a fist over his eyes, before he glances over at the open balcony doors adjacent to the bed, the baby blue curtains swaying softly with the little wind. And it clicks in his brain. “Yeah, the thermostat is still busted — I tried fixing it,” he murmurs, taking a seat at the edge of the bed, back turned to you. “I’ll just call someone to get it fixed later.”

Suguru stirs atop your chest, and you pat the top of his head, coaxing him to sleep more.

“Do we even have the money to get it fixed anyway?” You ask, soft.

Sometimes, the three of you tend to forget you’re just kids. Fresh out of highschool and starting from scratch — desperately trying to make something of your own. “I can ask Nanami to look at it tomorrow—”

“I don’t want you to ask Nanami, though.” Satoru cuts you off, and you breathe a sigh.

“Don’t be prideful, ‘toru. It’s just a thermostat.”

Satoru feels a foreign feeling bubble in him. Rather, not foreign, but a variation of the same feeling he’s been feeling these past days.

Ever since he decided to put his inheritance from the Gojo clan on hold, so the three of you could do this on your own. Ever since Suguru started taking extra missions to help with rent. Ever since you started taking half of Nanami’s overtime shifts — is pride the name of the heat bubbling inside him? Or is it disappointment?

“It’s more than the thermostat, name.” He whispers, looking over his shoulder for all but a mere second, waiting for Suguru to stir again. But he doesn’t.

He can’t run to Suguru to stall this conversation. “It’s the bathroom sink—”

“Suguru tied a bandana around the bottom of the faucet, it’ll stop the dripping until we can—”

“No.” He shakes his head, shifting to fold one leg under him as he finally turns to look at you. “It’s the whole apartment, it’s the late shifts — it’s all the things I can’t do.” Satoru’s voice cracks an octave higher than it should.

You open your mouth to say something, but no words come out. Suguru’s body rolls to the side and you take advantage of this to slowly start sliding up against the headboard.

“All the things I can’t give you two.” Satoru whispers, mostly to himself than to you.

Suguru sleepily stretches his arm to you, his fist curling around the hem of your shirt just as your back leans against the wood of the headboard. “I never asked for anything though… I doubt Suguru has either.” You reply in a mumble.

You’re right. Satoru knows that. But why would you and Suguru ever need to ask him for anything?

It’s what he’s supposed to do. That’s what love is. He’s supposed to want to give you two the best. He’s supposed to do all the heavy lifting — he’s the strongest. He's supposed to take care of the both of you.

“You’re stupid if you think we care about all that.” Suguru’s voice cuts through the air, hoarse from sleep but thick with something other than sleep — conviction, pride.

Pride in Satoru. Pride in you. “Who cares about the thermostat? Who cares about the sink?” His head lifts only a few centimeters away from your chest, his eyes still closed but his voice showing no signs of slumber at all. “I could drown in the bathroom tonight for all I care.”

You smile a little. And Satoru looks over at you two, albeit a little incredulously.

Why are you looking at him and smiling like that?

Why is Suguru so unbothered?

Satoru tries to wrap his head around it but for the life of him he can’t.

“What the hell is wrong with you two…” Satoru mumbles beneath his breath, turning his body completely, both legs crossed as he sits on the bed. “This isn’t— this isn’t what we wanted…”

The three of you wanted peace. A life full of shenanigans and sporadic missions. A life where you’d worry about nothing, do nothing but feel everything.

Satoru can’t help but burn inside at the way you two don’t even realize you’ve gotten the short end of the stick with this life. This life with him—

“name.” Suguru mumbles into your chest, just as he raises his head to your eye level, the first time he’s opened his eyes since morning. And yet, there’s a softness in them you’ve never seen before. “Are you happy?” Suguru asks, simply, straightforward.

In your mind, you think of a million different ways to answer the question, a million different ways to break down and explain and talk and talk and talk about how you feel but ultimately it all leads back to—

“One word, yes or no.” Suguru tilts his head, looking up at you expectantly yet prepared. Like he already knows what you’ll say before you think it.

“Are you happy?” He asks again and Satoru strains his gaze to the bedsheets, waiting for an answer he thinks he doesn’t want to hear. Because how? How can you be happy?

“Yes.” The answer leaves your mouth with a fluidity, like it came out absentmindedly, without needing any thought. And Satoru is about to say something like about it not being so easy or Suguru’s question being dumb and vague, but—

“Now, Suguru, are you happy?” Suguru mimics Satoru’s voice, dramatically raising his pitch a few tones, even going as far to open his eyes wide — like he’s got six eyes to spare. “Oh, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been—!” Suguru raises his arms in an over the top gesture and you can’t help but laugh.

You look over to Satoru, and he’s looking at you and Suguru like he’s seeing something he’s never seen before.

And the knot twisting inside of him loosens. Just enough for him to have to force himself to bite back a chuckle. I don't even talk like that, he wants to say.

“Are you happy, Satoru?” You ask, and he stills for a moment. And now he thinks he understands Suguru’s dumb not so easy but extremely vague question.

He’s never not been happy when he’s with you two. It shouldn’t even be a question.

“I’m never… not happy…” He whispers, his shoulders slouching forwards. “But it’s not—”

You cut him off with a grin. “One word.”

Suguru laughs. “Yes or no?”

Satoru sits a little straighter, and he feels like he can breathe easier.

“Yes. It’s always yes with you two.”

[deadbutnostink]

I just re-read good omens and i just love how clear the book makes it that crowley isnt cool. Hes literally just dressing up as what he thinks a cool human is!!!

He is anxious and erratic and has no control over what is going on and he is always running away. When driving up to the site of armageddon the one thing he actually wants to do is get pissed and wait for it all to happen.

When he knows that he fucked up and Hastur and Ligur are coming to get him, he is pacing through his flat, watching TV, starts putting his casette collection into alphabetical order before realising it is in order already and he is soso scared.

Most of his evil deeds come back to bite him in the ass. He even thinks that letting hastur, who is trapped on a tape, turn into the best of queen is too evil. And then hastur escapes and eats an entire telemarketing-office.

And then there is Aziraphale being an absolute brick headed bitch. Oh yea we should just kill the 11 year old that is the antichrist but i cant do it because im the good guy so i will just get the insane old witchfinder dude to do it with his huge gun. Aziraphale is always ready to face problems once he actually sees them.

[muzzlemouths]

alright that last ask got heavy so let me drop some irrelevant DFtR lore that exists on a lighter note.

Despite not being able to taste anything, Sun LOVES s'mores because they were always eaten around friends and made the kids smile. He used to "accidentally" burn his marshmallow once or twice just to get a few laughs out of the campers.

Moon and Oscar used to hold prank wars with each other. They started with small, classic tricks (signs on each other's backs, whoopee cushions under seats) but quickly esclated to bigger and messier ordeals. Eventually management caught on and put an end to it, but for a while there they were unstoppable.

Prior to being used for a different purpose, Sun had a habit of stealing players from camp staff and management alike in order to record music onto his casettes, since that was the only way he could reasonably attain music while locked to the campgrounds year round. He had a very extensive collection of tunes at one point.

Moon is an enormous fan of bugs nowadays, but he didn't used to be. Towards the beginning of their creation both he and Sun felt rather squeamish around the little critters (especially considering their cabin wasn't nearly as maintained as it should have been), but after a while Moon, specifically, began to find himself enamored with them. He is especially fond of spiders. Sun himself is still less than enthused about them, but he's learned to ignore them like one might a difficult coworker rather than outright hating them.

Both of them love to sing, but neither is very good at it.