#check out the timestamped video

[dreamstar-moonlight]

"Kind, clever, and brave" - that's who Barbie is at her core.

Timestamped. but if that's off, (roughly) 1:08:10 to 1:09:00 is when they talk about it

(Don't like don't read. Post hate and I'll block you)

I hate now that Barbie is forever connected to that bad depressing 2023 movie. I want my barbie movies! My love stories. Friendship, and magic and girl power. Beautiful outfits and beautiful dolls. Where Ken isn't an asshole. Where Barbie world is great place for guys and girls! Where there's no dumb hate for enjoying dolls. Now everytime I look up Barbie that dumb movie is connected to it that makes fun of Barbie lovers and people who loves dolls and fashion in general. I'm all for feminism and being a feminist. I'm a 27 year old woman in 2024. But Barbie was my childhood as a lonely little girl. I loved dolls. And I feel like this movie constantly makes fun of that.

[y-eontan]

when the code just ~works~

[caelusproject]

Soooo I spent the rest of my sunday making a 1 hour playlist. It's Semper Fi focused so expect love songs. These are definitely not all of the songs I got in my little ship playlist but had I added them all this playlist would've ended up being 2 hours long oof-

[hockeynoses]

I'm gonna horn out over La/ura and her hoarse voice for a second. 😳

This is from a year ago, but some highlights include:

4:45 when she first speaks and everyone is like 🥺 it's so sad!!

17:30 where she goes to blow her nose and Li/am makes her laugh during it. 😂👀

40 mins - S/am pokes fun of La/ura (while in character) for having a fucked up voice.

[cleo-serotonin]

i just want school to be over already. im so burnt out from everything. i worked full time over spring break and have a speech due the first day back and i couldnt even enjoy the break bc ive just been stressed about it the whole time. then 2 papers due next month and finals coming up. juggling school, work, and family/friends feels impossible. like, you just cant give 100% to all while still giving 100% to yourself and it takes its toll after awhile.

[royalarchivist]

How to Archive VODs and Clips

Whether you want to download VODs and/or clips for your own records or because you’d like to share them online, knowing how to archive things is handy, especially when so many streams become lost media once they’re deleted off Twitch and/or YouTube.

Here are a few programs that I use for Royal Archivist!

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Of all the programs on this list, my personal favorites / the ones I most strongly recommend are Cobalt and Twitch Downloader! (When all else fails, OBS is also a good backup).

Cobalt

Cobalt has gained a lot of popularity the past few months, and for good reason! It's a very reliable, extremely user-friendly website that lets you save videos in MP4 formats, convert them into MP3 formats, or video-only without sound.

Cobalt is currently compatible with: BlueSky, Dailymotion, Facebook, Instagram, Loom, OK, Pinterest, Reddit, RuTube, SnapChat, SoundCloud, Streamable, TikTok, Tumblr, Twitch, Twitter, Vimeo, VK, Xiohongshu, and YouTube.

Twitch’s built-in download feature

If you’re downloading your own clip, this is the easiest method to use

First, navigate to your clips page.

To do this, click on your Twitch icon and go to “Creator Dashboard.” There will be a row of icons on your left - click the fifth button from the top (the one above the settings icon) and click on the link that says “Clips.”

At the top of the page, click on “Clips I’ve Created” and you should see a list of every clip you’ve ever made (regardless of whether or not you’ve published them, the clips are there!)

If you're having trouble, you can also type: https://dashboard.twitch.tv/u/ YOUR USERNAME HERE /clips/created

Click on the share button, and the list shown in the photo below will pop up.

After you click on the “Download” button (for landscape or portrait), a new tab will open up with the clip (which will autoplay, so heads up if you have your volume turned up high!)

Right click on the video and click “Save Video As”

That’s all there is to it! Please keep in mind that Twitch’s download function only works for clips you’ve made! You cannot use it to download VODs, or other people’s clips.

Twitch Downloader

Twitch Downloader is by far the BEST Twitch download program I have ever used. I’ve used several different ones, some which have broken because of Twitch’s updates, others which have fallen into disrepair because their creator no longer updates the program, but this one has been working consistently for me for a little over a year now. I’ve kept it very close to my chest because I’m terrified it’ll stop working one day, but it’s better to share resources than horde them out of fear.

Pros:

HD quality for all downloads! Whatever quality the stream was, that’s the quality the download will be (unless you adjust anything in the settings).

The best feature of this program is you can adjust how much you want to clip! Only want a 30 second clip from a 6 hour VOD? You can specify the section you want to download so long as you know the timestamps where you want the clip to start and where you want it to end.

You can download entire VODs.

When saving the file, it will automatically enter the original name of the stream and the stream date. (You can change this, but it’s very handy when you’re downloading an entire VOD and not a section of one).

It will automatically prompt you to update it when a new version has been released. (You do have the option to opt out of this, if you want).

There are a lot of other features available, however, I’ve never tried any of them so I can’t say how well they work. The Github page has a lot of examples and a Q&A section though, so check that out if you’re curious!

On the rare occasion that the program encounters issues, it's easy to use a past version, and the creators are quick to release new updates that resolve any problems. As of today (February 21, 2025) the latest version is currently 1.55.2, which updated last week.

Cons:

Sometimes when you click “Get Info” it won’t immediately load the VOD. This is pretty easy to solve by just restarting the program, so it’s not a huge issue imo.

You can’t preview clips before you download them, so you need to know the exact timestamps you want.

You can’t download VODs that are privated or no longer on Twitch.

How to use:

Download Twitch Downloader from Github and install the version that works for your computer. (In this case, I would download the GUI Windows-x64.zip version. Make sure you’re downloading the GUI version if you want a user-friendly version of this program).

Enter the URL of the VOD you’d like to download.

You can adjust the quality of the video and the length. If nothing is specified in the “Crop Video” section, it will download the entire VOD.

Once you’re ready, click the “Download” button and you’re good to go!

Open Video Downloader

If you’ve ever wanted to download any kind of video, I’m sure you’ve heard of Youtube-dl. There are different versions of this program, but some of them are a bit finicky and if things stop working, it can be difficult and frustrating trying to figure out what went wrong and how to fix it — which is why I recommend this program.

Open Video Downloader, aka youtube-dl-gui, is one of the best video downloaders I’ve ever used. It’s basically Youtube-dl with a Graphical User Interface (GUI) that makes the program very easy for anyone to use.

Pros:

No coding knowledge required! VERY user-friendly.

The creator fixes user issues very quickly! Whenever the program experiences a problem, a new update is released within 24 hours.

It can download videos from pretty much all major social media platforms, including Youtube, Twitter, Tumblr, Twitch clips, Instagram, and more.

Cons:

You can’t adjust the length of what you want to download. If you want to download a 2 minute section from a 5 hour Youtube VOD, you’ll have to download the entire video.

On rare occasions, I’ve had issues where it cannot download an unlisted Youtube video. There are sometimes ways to get around this, but it’s a pain and usually not worth the effort.

How to use it:

Download the latest version of the program from GitHub. Scroll all the way down to “Assets” and select the version that’s right for your computer. (For example, I use Windows, so I would download the .exe file).

Once you’ve installed it, you can start downloading things! For this example, let’s say I want to download Quackity’s “Welcome to the QSMP” video. All I need to do is copy the link and paste it into the white box at the top of the program.

Once that’s done, you should see the video pop up in your download queue. You can queue multiple videos to download at once (you can also download entire playlists too). When you’re ready, click the green download button on the bottom right (as shown in the picture below) or if you only want to download one specific video from your queue, click the download button (circled in red) next to the video.

You can adjust the quality of the video you want to download, and in theory you can choose whether to download just the audio or just the video of a video, but personally that’s never worked for me. That might just be a me issue though.

If you’d like to change where your videos are saved to, click the Folder button (circled in yellow) and choose a download destination. If nothing is chosen, it will default to your Downloads folder.

There are ways you can customize this program, but like I said earlier, this program is very very easy to use and does not require any tinkering whatsoever. You open it, download what you want, then close it. Nice and simple!

Other Recommendations

OBS is a good backup when all else fails! I have to use OBS pretty frequently for YouTube VODs, since there aren't a lot of tools that let you clip parts of a YouTube video (and I'd rather not download an entire 7 hour long VOD for a 30 second clip). There are already a lot of good tutorials out there explaining how to use OBS, so I recommend poking around and seeing what works best for you. If you're new to video downloading / archiving things, I'd still recommend starting with some of the tools I mentioned above first.

I’d recommend making a folder on your computer for clips. I find it very helpful to name all my files with this method: [Stream date] Streamer name - Something that helps me remember what this clip is about / something that will help me find it later, or a quote.

Example: [2-6-24] Mike - I hate capitalism

If you’ve got a significant amount of clips on your computer, I’d recommend backing them up and/or saving them to an external harddrive!

That’s about it! I apologize if I’ve missed any steps, but hopefully everything is more or less easy enough for folks to understand! I’m someone who does not like downloading random programs onto my computer and I’m very paranoid about cyber security, but I’ve used these programs for over a year now, and they’re very reliable and trustworthy. 10/10, I recommend both of them.

Lastly: if anyone has a recommendation for good Youtube clip downloaders, please let me know! I haven’t found any good programs that let me specify how much of a Youtube video I’d like to download, and I am suffering. Help your friendly neighborhood Archivist so I can share more clips from the early days of QSMP.

[nonranghaes]

heads up: reader had a nightmare.

mark turns over in his sleep, hand running over the smooth sheets... only for him to raise his head up. he squints at the empty mattress space, blankets left askew, and just stares while his brain is still catching up to him. you're... where? he sits up, rubbing his eyes. he waits first: if you're in the bathroom, you'll be back soon enough...

and then you don't come back. so he stifles a yawn, squints at the red numbers reading out three in the morning, and decides to go find you. all it takes is a few steps to see you sitting on the couch, a blanket draped tightly over your shoulders, as you watch something silly and stupid on tv. mark makes his way over to you and flops down next to you, cheek pressed against your arm as he leans into you.

you look at him, a tired look on your face. "you okay?"

he nods. "you?"

you frown, and then chew the inside of your cheek for a moment before shaking your head. "had a bad nightmare," you lean against him, and he readjusts so you can rest your head atop his own. "couldn't get back to sleep."

he reaches up, hugging one of your arms in his own. "you could have woken me up, baby. it's okay."

"it's fine," you say. "just... figured i'd get some water and take my mind off of it."

mark sits up, and checks the timestamp of this video. there's another ten minutes left, so he turns to you, arms open. "c'mere."

you fold yourself into his arms immediately, snuggling in and shutting your eyes for a moment as you enjoy his embrace. you snuggle in, and open your eyes again to keep watching your video. if you listen close enough, you can hear mark's heart beating.

"i've got you," he says. "you wanna talk about it?" when you shake your head, he gets it. he doesn't always talk about his bad dreams, either. "alright. it's alright," he kisses the side of your head. "nothing's gonna get you. i've got you, alright?" he chuckles, "i'm your spider-man, remember?"

it earns a small snort of laughter from you, and mark just smiles to himself. "yeah," you murmur. "thanks, spidey."

[hwaslayer]

wildfire (cs) | 6.5

—spotify playlist | series masterlist

—summary: assistant professor in bioengineering, incredibly attractive, lonely and divorced; that’s how most people describe san. but despite the events that have happened in his life, san has a lot going for himself. he’s a successful, sought out professor due to his brilliant contributions to science at just an early age of 32. he worked hard to get where he was now; head deep into his research, his publications, building his lab and creating a name for himself. everything was good and smooth sailing— until it wasn’t. because when he meets you, a bioengineering grad student interested in rotating in his lab, he finds himself ready to risk all the blood, sweat and tears he put in throughout the years just to keep you close— his need for you spiraling out of control like a wildfire.

—pairing: asst. professor!choi san x grad student!f. reader

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers to lovers, grad school au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 1.6k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing/mature language, alcohol consumption and slight intoxication, hints of a rocky relationship, i'm trying not to put any hard timestamps to anything cause i didn't flush it out like that lolol but also trying to give you a sense of a timeline! i sawrrrry!!

⇢ POSTDOC | YR 2

San adores Iseul.

And everyone knows it.

But, he looks at her like she's all he knows. Like she's a constellation of tiny details he continuously wants to memorize, like his favorite song, like she's the sunrise and sunset, the ocean, the greenest of grass. 

Bluest of skies.

He sees everything about her; everything in a sense that he's seen who she was, seeing her for who she is now, seeing her for what she'll become.

She's all he knows.

Yunho saw all of it when San first introduced him to her. He saw it all from a simple look in his eyes, down to the way he stayed close to her side.

Hand tightly laced in hers.

The way his dimples never stopped poking out.

She was special to him and Yunho was happy about it. He deserved to be happy, and quite frankly, he could see why San was constantly falling for Iseul. She was beauty and brains, kind and outgoing; all things Yunho admired about her, and then some.

He sees it.

"Where's San?" Yunho checks his watch as he leans back against the stone divider with Iseul in front of him. Tonight was a friend's birthday, a good, mutual friend between the three. He had requested to meet at the bar— a bar with games and karaoke, muted music videos playing through a projector even though there's different music blasting throughout the place.

"Not sure. I texted him but he didn't respond." 

"Maybe he'll turn the corner and surprise us." Iseul laughs at him, waiting for San to pick up the call. The original plan was for them to meet up at Yunho's and head to the bar together. But, tonight, it seemed like the plan was out the door.

"Hey, where are you at?" Iseul slightly whines over the phone, causing San's heart to break.

"I'm sorry babe, I'll be a bit late. I gotta finish imaging. Wasn't too pleased with the data I just got."

"Really?" 

"Yeah, I'm sorry baby."

"That's fine." Pause. "Yunho and I are gonna head over first then, if you're okay with that."

"That's fine, I'll see you guys there. Soon, okay?"

"Don't be too late."

"I won't. Promise." San hangs up the phone and slides it in his pocket, returning the attention to the monitor in front of him. Iseul looks defeated and it makes the smile on Yunho's face drop. He's not exactly sure when he started caring about Iseul in a certain way. He obviously started to care about her as a friend when they met years ago and got close. Things didn't feel so blurred and different back then. They'd all hang out and do things together no matter how simple it was— going grocery shopping together, movies, Yunho and San walking around aimlessly while waiting for Iseul to get her nails done. They moved as a unit.

But now, he's concerned about making her happy and he's not sure when he got to this point.

Maybe when San started focusing too much on his work? Maybe when he'd see Iseul pout and her eyes turn a little more blue and grey? 

He's torn about it because San is his bestfriend and he knows he doesn't mean any harm. He would never intentionally hurt Iseul, but he's passionate about what he does— so much that he can lose sight of the people around him. Iseul and Yunho were equally as busy, but they knew when to turn the switch off and give themselves balance. San, though— not so much. But, he would never hurt a soul. San is like that. He is quiet, he is hardworking, he is a go-getter. He is kind, he is true and he is genuine.

Iseul is looking at Yunho now and she's forcing a smile.

"He's held up in lab, but he said he'll meet us. Let's go?" He nods, but grabs her wrist just as she's about to turn on her heel and walk towards Yunho's car.

"Hey. He'll be there soon, okay?" She quietly nods. It's a very small nod, though. He barely catches it.

"Yeah, I know." He gives her one last reassuring smile before walking alongside of her to the car, popping her door open before getting into the driver's seat.

There's tension in the car.

It's subtle, but it's there.

Yunho isn't sure when it got like this. He's always used to talking to San and Iseul about everything and anything, but she's holding back tonight. Perhaps, she's just missing San.

"Did RJ tell you he was bringing the kraken?" Iseul furrows her brows at Yunho in confusion.

"Is this an inside joke for something or..?" Yunho laughs and shakes his head.

"No, no. It's rum. I forgot where he got it from but he said he really wanted us to try it."

"Oh, so he's trying to get fucked up." Iseul chuckles. "I'd like to see San like that. He needs to let loose. I feel like he hasn't had fun in a long time." She lets out a small sigh, shifting her attention out the window.

"I agree." There's a small silence. "But, he's coming tonight and he'll probably relax a bit." 

"Mm. I don't know, Yu. We haven't genuinely enjoyed things like this together in awhile."

"Let's not worry about it too much, hm?" He hums, playfully ruffling her hair when he stops at a light. It's a very lighthearted move, something he's always done in the past. Tonight, it feels different, something small but soothes the ache and fulfills the craving Iseul has.

The rest of the ride is fairly the same, typical. Yunho and Iseul talk about how their own postdoc work before talking about upcoming plans. They all plan to head to a conference soon, making a week-and-a-half long trip out of it in Southern California. 

Iseul hopes it'll be fun and exciting, nothing too stressful or work-related. She misses having fun with San.

When they get to the bar, all of their friends are already there, holed up in the large karaoke room upstairs and surrounded by finger foods and all sorts of alcohol. Iseul and Yunho shuffle along to take shots [mainly Iseul], catching up with the group in between singing, playing games outside in the main room and dancing.

"Where's San?"

"He's gonna be late." Iseul rolls her eyes drunkly. "Holed up in the lab per usual."

"Yo, is your man married to you or his work? I swear he never misses a beat in there." RJ, another mutual friend, jokes around. Iseul laughs it off but honestly, the jokes are getting old and she's over it. She takes one more shot that probably does it for her tonight, close to an hour into the party.

No San.

"Let's go dance!" Iseul says, grabbing Yunho's wrist. A few other heads follow suit, the group taking up a small space on the dance floor. Iseul is drunk, but she is happy to be around Yunho because he entertains her. He plays along, he dances along. Subtle touches on the hip, grazing her hand. Sometimes, his look lingers for a little too long. Sometimes, her face is a little too close to his.

Yunho didn't have his bestfriend and Iseul didn't have her man like they used to. They eventually found comfort in being together most of the time, comfort in each other.

Like tonight.

"Shit, finally dude! Took you so fucking long!" San laughs at RJ, who is already drunk as hell. He points to the dance floor before making a drinking motion with his hand. "They're over there, but you gotta catch up."

"I'm driving." San brushes him off with a smile before heading over to his lady and Yunho. As he approaches them, he finds Iseul and Yunho deep in conversation. She's leaning towards his ear while he's listening intently. She playfully swats him, hand landing on his chest that San can see the rock on her hand gleaming from miles away. It's ironic, but he'll shake it off because even though his thoughts can race for 100mph, he'll forcibly settle it so he can enjoy his night with people he loves.

Not sit here overthinking every action between his bestfriend and wife, especially when they've always had a good relationship.

Why the fuck would he? They'd never do that to him.

Never.

"San!" The group exclaims. Iseul quickly shifts her attention to San and gives him a tiny smile as she brushes off of Yunho— eyes hazy, cheeks a rose tint from the alcohol in her system.

"Hey." He greets the rest of the group before extending his hand out to his wife. "Hey baby." He pulls her in for a hug before placing a kiss to the side of her head.

"You finally came." She says by his ear. She pulls back and looks him in the eye. He can see the hint of disappointment, sadness. It's not the first time he's came late, and it's not the first time her and Yunho have had to take a head start.

"I'm here." Is all he says while lifting her chin up gently. She purses her lips together before letting out a soft breath.

"Yeah." She pulls away and brushes past him. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom." She stops making eye contact with him and walks off, leaving San to watch her until she makes it into the bathroom.

"Gotta stay outta that cave, my guy." Yunho says, dapping him up and pulling him in for a hug. He isn't really maintaining eye contact with San either and things just feel kinda awkward for no reason. "Let's go get you a drink." He walks off, leading the way to the bar. 

He doesn’t get it.

But, he knows they’d never do that to him.

Never.

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[kaiser1ns]

#. 10 MINUTES

featuring 𝗶𝘁𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶 𝗿𝗶𝗻 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

fluff. mentions of real-life players and federations. you and rin being secretly in love with each other for ten minutes straight.

TIMESTAMP — SWEETEST LOVE

It was practice time, all the team members were walking out of the locker room and onto the field, and Y/N was giving everyone a piece of candy, there's got to be some sweetness in this life after all.

"Here, Hakimi! To strengthen up your defense!" she said handing him a silver-wrapped candy and the defender just smiled "Thank you, Y/N." Everyone loved her, the young girl who came along with their new striker from Japan, who came last and got not a candy with a silver wrapper, but a golden one. Y/N's smile brightened more at the sight of Itoshi Rin — PXG's new weapon.

"Rin-chan, take this please!" she said, her face lighting up with happiness, her eyes starting to sparkle and it wasn't because of the sun, the cameraman is having a lot of fun documenting this cute moment between the two of them.

Rin looked at her, listening to every word that came out of her mouth and those soft plump lips that had some sort of lipstick, he didn't bother to think much about the makeup product. The striker didn't even noticed how he was staring at Y/N the entire time until she looked at him with a confused expression and he immediately looked away, avoiding her gaze.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes."

"Okay, then. Enjoy your training, Rin."

He took the candy from her hand and walked forward with a small smile on his face and hoped it wasn't going to be part of the video.

TIMESTAMP — AWARD FOR THE BIGGEST IDIOT

The hosts were talking, the audience was looking at them at the big stage, while two youngsters were whispering things to one another. They sat next to each other, of course, and next to them were other famous football players with their spouses. She put her hand to his ear to block out the noise and whisper to him until she was caught in action and the camera was on them, hearing the loud cheers from the people who are now standing and looking at them — well more specific to Rin because he just won.

Y/N's eyes immediately widened as she stood up grabbing Rin's hand making him stand up and he just squeezed her hand until she let go to applause too. He cleared his throat, fixing his tie ready to walk alone to the stage when he turned on his heel and grabbed Y/N's hand once again.

To say this was going to make the press and his fangirls crazy is one thing, but to him it was something normal because was it that uncommon to go and receive an award with your plus one? Well there's first time for everything, nothing to lose.

TIMESTAMP — MARRY EACHOTHER ALREADY!

The dressing room buzzed with models and stylists dashing around, preparing for the big show. Amid the clothing chaos, Rin sat like a statue in front of a mirror, clearly uncomfortable in his ill-fitting outfit, casting glances toward Y/N, who was absorbed in the task of checking the list with the football players that were invited from the team.

Sensing his discomfort, Y/N finally looked over, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of his fashion disaster. Without a word, she walked over to him, her expression was gentle — like a wife to a husband. Standing before him, Y/N began to button his shirt properly, her fingers brushing against his chest, sending a shiver down his spine and butterfly in his stomach. She adjusted his tie, her touch light but assured, and the tension in Rin's shoulders eased with each small adjustment she made.

Next, she selected a sleek pair of cufflinks and a simple, elegant watch, it was not his style but it was perfect for him. Rin held his breath as her hand lingered on his wrist, fastening the watch with a tender touch. He could feel his heart race, a silent testament to his growing affection for her.

Stepping back to admire her work, Y/N met Rin’s gaze, her own eyes shining brightly by the well done outfit. Rin, usually reserved and distant, found himself utterly taken by her whole being. With a final, approving nod, Y/N turned to leave, a slight blush on her cheeks. Rin reached out, gently catching her hand for a brief moment, his silent gratitude and admiration conveyed through his tender grip. She smiled softly in return, expecting him to say something and he did "Please, go wear that dress."

Safe to say, they were the stars of the show even though they were the guests.

"What are you watching?" a way-too-familiar voice spoke behind you as you were seated on the couch enjoying some alone time until that someone decided to interrupt.

"Oh, nothing, just some YouTube compilations," you replied, not bothering to turn around.

"Compilations of us being in love for ten minutes?" First, he comes home unannounced, and now he's asking questions and preventing you from watching more. "You're asking a lot of questions for someone who promised to come home early," you retorted, still staring at the screen.

"And you know that we are married. No need to watch some videos from years ago." He dropped his luggage on the ground, took off his jacket, and sat next to you on the couch. His body finally relaxed against the soft material as he exhaled heavily and closed his eyes — finally, some peace and quiet.

"Rude," you said, eyes glued to the TV, the video still playing. Great, now you would have to replay it all from the beginning. "Also, go shower, you stink."

He didn't said anything, wrapping his arms around you despite your protests. "I missed you," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. You tried to push him away, half-heartedly complaining about the sweat and smell. "Rin, you’re all gross from practice!" You could feel his heart beating fast as he pulled you closer, matching the rhythm of your own. Sighing, you finally gave in, resting your head against his chest. "Yeah, I missed you too."

After a moment of comfortable silence, you broke it. "But we are going to watch this video. Also, I have saved a few more. Did you know that people thought me and Isagi had something going on?"

You laughed, remembering the absurd assumptions. He raised an eyebrow, distributed by the fact that they shipped you with Isagi Yoichi. You rolled your eyes playfully at him, well it couldn't be helped since you were one of Blue Lock staff members. "Please, everyone knows you're the only one for me. People were waiting for the moment when you would propose."

He tried to hide the little smile that played on his lips, leaning in to kiss you softly. His lips brushed against yours, gentle and tentative, as if testing the waters. Your breath caught, and you instinctively moved closer, deepening the kiss. Gentle hands cupped your cheek, fingers threading through your hair, as his kiss grew more confident, more insistent, he wanted more. "How lukewarm."

©2024 kaiser1ns do not copy, repost or modify my work

[miscfandomwrites]

141 x 141! reader who was sent out on a mission and got captured.

Reader who was drugged and given some weird, mysterious substances.

Reader who's team thought they were dead for months-

Until you come back.

First, it's all normal, all smiles and regular visits to the med bay and psych doctors, until you realize they're keeping things from you.

"...blood count is abnormally low, almost non-existant...."

Then things start happening.

Nightmares, unsurprisingly, considering the lengths in which you were tortured to get information, yet...

These aren't your memories.

You're not the one being tortured, no you are the one doing the opposite.

Suddenly you're starting to sleep less, and going to the gym more. Some reason meat sounds better than the salad bar. You know you need to eat a balanced diet or you'll feel like shit yet....

You're growing stronger.

Easily dead lifting Ghost's max on the barbells,

Outpacing Kyle on your runs when you were always behind,

Outdrinking Soap when you're at the bar, yet at the end of the night, you're not even tipsy,

The worst was when you managed to spot some snipers on a rooftop blocks away baresighted before Price could, in his binoculars.

That made things stir.

You started tracking how long you slept, finding it was less than half your normal time and was steadily decreasing.

The team, on the other hand, starting tracking other things.

Like how you were able to easily dodge attacks and manage to barely get touched in training, seeming as if you almost pass through them as if they're made of air.

You got grazed by a bullet on your bicep on the most recent mission, barely a week ago, yet last time Ghost checked, wounds don't scar over that soon...and they especially don't scar over black.

You notice that suddenly any new mark you've gotten is healing rather quickly. Bruises you got in the morning's training were faded and gone by supper. Scratches and cuts were absent within the matter of days.

Gaz swears he sees you almost float when you're fighting. Your feet barely touch the ground.

Soap notices your teeth and eyes next, especially because you tend to sit right across from him at tables.

"Teeth are sharp. Not 'jus the regular ones, no, all of 'em"

"Eyes are odd, look, they're dark, almost as if...there's nothing there."

Then a different teams captures the place where you were held hostage for a few months- you expected photos and films of your torture but not like this-

Photos of you strapped to a table, naked, with odd drawings all over you.

Photos of you screaming, covered in various marks, then more photos of you passed out, the marks faded to scars, faded to black.

"...they're timestamped....only hours apart...."

Suddenly you grow more skittish. As more and more photos and even videos are found, you find reasons to hide.

They find needles, and bottles upon bottles of unknown liquid written in a script not even the best translator Laswell can find recognizes.

All the bottles were empty, and when the medical staff ran the liquid they could salvage from them, all they got were error messages.

More photos, more strange symbols and this time there's photos of you cut open,

Seeing your lungs, and heart, intestines-hell, they even cut open a part of your skull from what it looks like.

You start to wonder if that's really you in those photos.

You don't remember any of this.

You remember being strapped to a chair, having your nails and hair pulled, cigarettes burned out on you, getting stabbed in the arms and sliced on your chest-but not this.

The team is starting to give you looks everytime you're around, ones that make your skin crawl. It seems whenever you go even slightly close to anyone they find an excuse to go away from you.

They all have this one distinct look in their eyes too,

One that says, you shouldn't be alive.

After days of barely seeing anyone, you decide to slice open the back of your arm. Because you were curious. All your other wounds healed easily, so this one should too, right?

After not seeing any blood for a couple of seconds you decide that the healing must have already kicked in,

Until you notice that the wound is dripping black.

You smear it across your fingers, realizing it was almost watery, yet was pitch dark. Like blood.

You wrap it up and continue on with your day, people dodging out of your way, and you intend to find Price to ask for medical leave, yet when you walk into the office you're greeted by....

A wall. The entire back wall of his office was not only bare as the bookcases and photos had moved, but photos were pinned on it. All featuring you.

Photos of the symbols, drawn more clearly, photos of your hands and feet, oddly enough, yet when you look closer you realize they're turning black.

Not necrotic, not dead, just pitch black.

There's photos of your back, in which the largest symbol is on, along with several dozen black dots along the sides of your spine. In one of the photos you see needles filled with the strange black substance that, oddly enough, looked like what came out of your arm earlier.

You turn and decide to call it a night, despite the fact you haven't slept in weeks, you just lie there.

Only to be met with the team. They're all standing outside the door to your room, and after almost a month of barely catching glimpses of them, you're rightfully pissed that they're waiting for you outside of your bedroom.

You can't even get two words in until Price overruled you, asking to see the inside of your room.

Knowing these men, you decided it would just be easier if you gave them what they wanted.

What you didn't expect was that there was this black...mold? Growing everywhere. On your couch, walls, the ceiling, it was the worst on your bed, where you 'slept' every night.

Okay, so maybe you haven't been to your room in a couple days, but that shouldn't have caused this...right?

[prudentseer]

The Statue Saga. Edited all on my phone so excuse the choppy footage.

Joel: I'm going to make these so ugly that no one is going to like them, then blame it all on Etho. That'll get him!

Bdubs, Skizz & Mumbo: This is spectacular, amazing, breathtaking. I love it. I'm never taking this statue down.

I cut most of the actual building of the statues out since I wanted to move so focus on the reactions but if you want to see the actual building process I've written the timestamp below. Also there are more scenes that I probably missed or chose not to include so here are some more timestamps. I highly recommend you to check the videos/streams out for yourself.

Smallishbeans - Hermitcraft 10: Episode 14 [13:12]

Bdouble0100 - Hermitcraft 10: Bdubs Forest [5:47], [11:17]

MumboJumbo - Hermitcraft 10: Episode 12 [6:42]

Skizzleman - Hermitcraft 10: Episode 9 [3:35], [48:30] & episode 9 prep stream [1:43:44]

Grian - Hermitcraft 10: Episode 14 [2:44], [7:36], [20:11]

[powluna]

NEW VIDEO TUTORIAL 🩷

Yes, you see right, I uploaded another tutorial just ONE week after the last one, but I just had to explain more stuff.

In this video I talk about vertex groups and how to add them manually to your mesh. This is a follow up video of the last one where I talk about adding own assets into the game, but it also stands very well on it's own if you have problems with the famous "weight transfer" or "data transfer" method.

Definitely check it out if you want to understand vertex groups, bones and weights a bit more!

Here are the timestamps:

00:00 Intro

01:00 Explaining Vertex Groups [Rig, Pose Mode]

01:35 Bone list and Bone tab [Parent & Child Bone]

02:16 Recap of what happened in the previous video [Data Transfer]

02:40 Checking out the current vertex groups and weights

03:29 Finding new bone and adding it to the mesh [Add vertex groups, add weights]

04:54 Deleting unnecessary vertex groups

05:00 Testing the new vertex group and its weight

05:12 Example of different weight paint

05:25 Another demonstration of parent & child bones

05:52 Finding more vertex groups and adding them

06:54 Adjusting the mesh to avoid clipping

07:16 Extra: how to clear custom posing of the rig

 07:40 Ingame demo & Outro

[baekhyunsbestie]

expanding on baekhyun beating it to his so's pics to say imagine him facetiming her in the middle of it cuz he needs to really see herrrr and ur like hi bby wait why is ur face so concentrated and also why is ur arm moving up and down underneath the camera and OH o_o

omgggg i can picture this sooooo vividly it hurts 😭😭😭😭 i literally had to write about it!!!!

18+/MDNI!! | wc: 1.6k+

you and baekhyun have each other’s locations shared, as couples and loved ones often do these days. he’s currently out of the country for a packed schedule and won’t be back for a few more days. you’ve both adjusted to the chaos of his life, as hard as it can be. but the bond you share? unshakable, no matter the distance or time apart.

tonight, though, he’s lying alone in his hotel bed, missing you more than usual. he knows you had plans with your friends, a rare night out you’ve been needing for a while. he checks the time: 11:30 p.m. back home. too early for you to be back, and he knows it.

still, he can’t help himself. he checks your location.

still at the bar.

he exhales, sinking deeper into his pillow. he doesn’t want to bother you. you deserve this—an escape from the stress that’s been weighing you down. he’d rather you enjoy yourself than feel guilty for being out late.

so instead, he unlocks his phone and opens instagram, likely to doom-scroll through endless posts, letting the minutes slip away as he waits for you to get home safely and for the comfort of your nightly goodnight call.

but then, your story flickers onto the screen, pulling him in, a sudden spark in the otherwise dull scroll.

the first post is a mirror selfie: hair falling just right, effortlessly perfect, makeup soft yet glowing, and that simple black dress—one of his many favorites—clinging to your curves in all the right ways. when he notices the timestamp, a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. you sent this to him first. it’s a small gesture, but it makes his heart swell.

the next slide is a quick clip of you and your girls, all glammed up, drinks in hand, raising your glasses with laughter as the music blares in the background. your happiness is so tangible, so infectious, and it warms him to see you this carefree.

then, there’s a repost from your friend. it’s a grainy but adorable video of you and her dancing, swaying in sync with the beat. the way you playfully twerk on her, both of you giggling uncontrollably, is far from suggestive—just two besties reveling in the moment.

but baekhyun is a man. and men? they think with their dicks.

his mind wanders, lingering on the way that dress clung to you, the way your body moved. and now, no matter how much he tries to focus on how happy you look, he’s suddenly cursing the miles between you, wishing for the kind of proximity that doesn’t involve a screen.

he checks the time again: 11:37 p.m.

the urge to reach out to you—text, call, anything—burns hotter with every passing second. he’s jittery, restless, the kind of edgy that leaves his leg bouncing uncontrollably. would you even answer if he called? the thought gnaws at him. god, he misses you. he misses the nights you’d stumble out of bars, dialing him with drunken, slurred words. how you'd insist you weren’t done drinking because the only thing left on your menu was him.

shit. the memories alone have him stiffening in his bed, blood rushing south faster than he can stop it. the sound of your drunk giggles, your uninhibited honesty spilling out between hiccupped words. the way your hands would roam without permission, needy and brazen. he exhales a shaky breath. the ache in his boxers is unbearable now.

he can’t take it anymore.

his fingers unlock his phone, navigating to the photos app to access the hidden folder only you know about. his secret stash. a digital gallery of you: alone, with him, under him, and on top of him. his free hand drifts to his leaking cock as his thumb swipes through the memories.

you knew about this folder, of course. you had your own—filled with matching treasures. you both had this shared indulgence, a mutual obsession. pictures and videos from every angle: your hands clutching the sheets while he buried his face between your thighs. you straddling him, his camera catching the perfect view of your curves. shaky, raw footage of backshots, his hands leaving fiery-red imprints on your skin as you moaned his name into the mattress.

you needed these to survive the nights apart, a remedy for the distance that stung like a wound that wouldn’t heal.

truthfully, even if you saw each other every day, you’d still keep these folders. you both had a thing for cameras, for the thrill of capturing your rawest moments together.

his fist wraps around his length, the other clutching his phone as he presses play. it’s a video of you riding him, your hips grinding against him in a slow, torturous rhythm. the camera shakes slightly—it’s shot from his perspective, the faint tremble of his arm betraying how badly he was already losing it then.

his lips part, breath hitching, and his heart pounds loud enough to drown out the rest of the world. but it’s not enough. it never is. he needs more.

he needs you.

he taps the screen, fingers shaking as he hits 'facetime.'

you answer on the second ring.

it’s 12:55 a.m.

your face comes into view, filling the screen with a teasing smile as you nudge open the door to your shared penthouse. the faint hum of city lights spills in behind you, but all your attention is on him. one glance is enough—his brows are knitted together, lips slightly parted, the cool glow of his phone illuminating his face and glistening off his glossy lips. you know exactly why he’s calling.

“hi, baby,” you slur, voice syrupy with just enough bite, “i miss you so much.”

“i miss you too, my angel,” he exhales, his voice barely more than a whisper, chest rising and falling in measured, aching pulls. from where you stand, you see everything—the way his shirt clings to his body, damp in all the right places, the faint quiver of his lips holding back words he’s too desperate to say. the sound of his breath, uneven and needy, fills the air between you. his gaze burns, molten and consuming, pouring his hunger into every inch of your skin.

you giggle, a sound light and teasing, as you saunter toward your shared room. "i can tell, lover."

his smile is shy, almost boyish, but not enough to stop the slow, steady stroke of his hand over his aching length. "home already?"

you nod, a quiet hum slipping past your lips as you step into the closet, the soft shuffle of your feet muted against the carpet. your fingers trail over the familiar fabrics until they find your favorite pajamas. as you pull them from their place, you cross the room to the dresser, propping your phone against its edge. the glow of the screen bathes the space in muted light, capturing him on the other side—his hand moving with practiced rhythm, his flushed face a picture of unguarded bliss, every gasp and twitch drawing you deeper into the moment.

"ya looked so beautiful tonight. fuck—" his words falter, the shaky gasp making your thighs press together. "y’know i love that dress on you. can’t believe i wasn’t—hah—there to fuck you in it."

you grin, a wicked curl tugging at the corners of your lips. “i could keep this dress on a little longer for you if you’d like me to, baekhyunie,” you purr, your voice a delicate weave of honey and innocence, teasing just enough to leave him craving.

his breath hitches, a sharp exhale breaking free as his head falls back, throat exposed in a display of surrender. “hah— fuck, s-say that again,” he rasps, eyes clenched shut like he’s bracing himself against the tidal wave you’ve unleashed. his hand moves faster now, the slick sound of his strokes filling the space between you.

you tilt your head, feigning naivety, your eyes wide and sweet like sugar dusted cherries. “huh? say what, baekhyunie?” your voice lilts with mock innocence, the act so it’s almost cruel.

as you shift, the delicate strap of your dress slips, baring your shoulder and collarbone—a canvas of temptation. soft, lickable, and oh-so-bitable. baekhyun's gaze sears through the screen, his mind unraveling with reckless fantasies, aching to bridge the distance and claim you, over and over again, losing himself in you until the sun rises.

the sight of you, the way his name drips from your lips—it’s his undoing. his rhythm falters, the once-steady motion of his hand becoming erratic, desperate. he’s unraveling, and you can see it in the furrow of his brow, hear it in the staggered cadence of his breath. you lean closer, your voice dropping into a sultry whisper.

“gonna cum f’me, baekhyunie?”

the way your voice softens his name, rolling off those plush lips, breaks him into pieces. the sensation crashes over him, an overwhelming rush that leaves him shaking, the heat of his release spilling in thick, white streaks across his toned stomach, splattering his shirt in wild, chaotic lines. your name escapes him in a breathless murmur as he rides the last tremors of his high.

you smile, satisfied with the mess you’ve made of him, the power you wield with nothing but your voice and a knowing glance.

as he comes down, his chest heaving, baekhyun peels his ruined shirt off, using it to clean himself up. when his face reappears on the screen, there’s a glint of mischief in his eyes, a wicked curve to his mouth.

“your turn, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice still rough with pleasure.

[arekayic]

THE GRUMBO PLAYLIST EARLY ACCESS IS OUT!!! this is a playlist compiling EVERY grumbo moment i can find! the playlist also has an accompanying spreadsheet with timestamps, so be sure to check it out!! currently only up to the end of s8

and here’s the spreadsheet! it’s also in the description of the playlist! if i’m missing any videos or episodes, please be sure to tell me :D

[three--rings]

Hey, do you like media analysis? Are you tired of Youtube videos that claim to be analysis but are actually just synopsis?

Let me introduce you to Novum, a Youtuber who makes very long and in-depth analysis videos of films, mostly horror or "elevated horror." And it's actual analysis!

Today he released a video I've been eagerly anticipating, his analysis of The VVitch. It's over seven hours long.

No, I haven't watched it all yet, but the "boring" history of witchcraft part that he provides a timestamp for people to skip is incredible, thousands of years of the treatment and development of the idea of witchcraft in the Western world. I learned a lot and I've actually studied the topic.

Anyway, he managed to teach me a lot about one of my favorite films of all time, Alien, so I'll pretty much watch any film he talks about so I can enjoy the videos.

Also he has under 60K subscribers as of this writing, so he's smaller than the well known essayists.

Anyway, here's the vid, check it out or his other stuff.

[sunnys-aesthetic]

Trump's campaign is failing, and the republicans are panicking.

yesterday a few friends and I realized after watching a few of Hasans streams (a political youtuber commentator) and my dear friend @exlimix1a brought it to our attention!

"

"Trump's entire campaigning strategy thus far has been shitting on Biden, trying to make it look like [between] Trump and Biden, Trump is the most competent/able to lead the country of the two His entire strategy has been undermining one specific opponent, and now that that opponent is gone and replaced by a MUCH stronger candidate, all of his current strategy, campaigns, ads, etc need to be thrown out so he's virtually back at square one as well"

"Trump has never been the popular vote, but his strategy was looking good in comparison to Biden. who is no longer running." -exli

^This video was released yesterday, and its timestamped! I HIGHLY RECCOMEND watching the video to the end from its timelapse!

In this video it is a *complete* breakdown of how, and WHY republicans are scrambling around. He's also brutally honest about BOTH the good and bad about kamala too.

Biden was, quite literally, a weak candidate, with him gone and now Kamala harris as front and center, ONE key note of many is that MAGA's plans for abortion prohibitions in agenda24/Project 2025 will hopefully struggle even more with a woman in the upcoming presidential debate. I wish I could write more about this but this video literally says it ALL. republicans have only 3 months and theyre already trying to make campaigns against kamala in a tight schedule. WE CAN PUT THE PRESSURE ON THEM!

and from what I know as of right now its only been ~48 hours since kamals endorsement by biden, and she already been raised 100 Million USD. We are not out of the fight yet.

and of course as always,

CHECK YOUR VOTER REGISTRATION STATUS, VOTE FOR THE DEMOCRATS IN YOUR LOCAL COUNTY/STATE BALLOT AND VOTE DEMOCRAT IN THE PRESIDENTIOAL ELECTION NO MATTER WHO IT IS

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!