#fix crash fortnite

[modsgamer77]

How to fix crash screen problem in resident evil village..................

[soupy-sez]

[pearlzier]

tbh i think nerd!matt explaining fortnite terms, items.. guns.. ect to me would fix me

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⠀⠀⠀ˑ   𓈒 𐔌  ㅤnerd.ᐟmatt  ×  nerd.ᐟreader   ͡꒱ ۫⠀

⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀your honour i love them !!! theyre so cutesy !!! also someone tell me if the layout is cute or not....... gdjdh yay :3 n also whether i should write more for these two gaspsies

YOU'D BEEN SAT BESIDE MATT as he played fortnite for a while now, maybe an hour or so. you didn't exactly want to bother him, so you'd been quiet for the most part. when matt plays fortnite, he takes it seriously, when he loses? yeah, he needs a little time to cool down after before he says things he's pretty sure he'll regret. his tongue idly flicks at the gum in his mouth, jaw working occasionally on it as he sits at the desk, meanwhile, his fingers deftly work at the mouse. your eyes linger on the veins on his hand a moment before you catch yourself, knowing he almost has a sixth sense for those sort of things.

eventually, he notices your silence. pushing back his headphones, he glances at you over his shoulder and gives you a soft smile. even though he was focusing on his game, he always preferred hearing your voice. "you're quiet, babe," he murmurs, multitasking glancing at you and also playing the game. you always wonder how he does it, but well, that's matt for you. "you okay?" his brow furrows a minute, biting his bottom lip before his head tilts to the side a little bit. at that, a soft smile plays on your lips, and you nod.

"yeah, yeah, just watchin' you," all you'd been doing was scrolling your phone, watching him. you were pretty content to be completely honest, but of course, you did want his attention. "m'not distractin' you, am i?" you say after a second, placing your phone down into your lap so you can focus your attention on him.

"distracting me?" matt scoffs, a quiet chuckle slipping past his lips. "in all respect, you're not exactly doin' anythin' to distract me," he teases softly, and his smile grows when he sees the way you roll your eyes. a warmth runs through him at the sight—god, he falls more and more in love with you each day, he's sure of it. "c'mere," he says, "missin' you." his voice goes a little quieter there, a tad bit needy in parts.

"needy," you retort, a giggle escaping you, but all the while, you get up and make your way over to him. his eyes rake over you, lingering at different parts of you. damn it, he loves the dorky little graphic tee that you're wearing, it suits you so damn well. "y'too far away," he's quiet for a minute, "if i asked you to sit on my lap would that be crazy?"

"might have to ask my lawyer," there's a playfully reluctant tone in your voice, and matt gasps, his mouth falling open with a little indignant noise. that in itself makes you giggle, and you peck a quick kiss to his forehead before planting yourself into his lap. matt leans back, letting you settle in his lap before he moves forward again to press his chest up against your back. shifting his weight beneath you, a soft sigh slips past his lips. "comfy?" he asks, head tilting to the side.

glancing back at him, you agree, "comfy," and he hums, resting his chin against your shoulder so he can look at the screen once more. wrapping his arms around you, he gets back to playing the game, humming occasionally. "gonna actually crash out if some kid starts campin' again," he scoffs, eyes rolling as he plays. your brows furrow a moment, a tad bit of confusion filling your gaze. "campin'?"

"y'know, people who stay in a certain area, jus' waitin' to kill you. campin', like they're settin' up a tent in a place just to shoot at ya," he explains it effortlessly, licking his lips after, not even giving it a second thought. he knows fortnite like the back of his hand, like he knows you. basically—he knows practically everything about it. "oh," you nod, biting your bottom lip before you release it with another nod. "you get it?" matt asks gently, wanting to make sure you understand what he's on about before he continues playing.

he enjoys telling you things about the stuff he likes, sharing his interests. though he knows you're not as into fortnite or gaming as he is, he knows you like learning things from him anyway. "okay, good, you'll be a pro in no time," he muses, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder before he glances back at the game again. you watch him, seeing how he doesn't have to focus all that much and still be damn goof at the game. it's admirable.

after a few minutes, he realises the warmth that ran through him when he'd explained what camping was. it was simple, shouldn't have meant as much to him as it did, but it did. he's quiet, quiet grunts coming from him as he plays before he's speaking again, voice soft, "y'know what a dub is, baby?" it's hard for him to hide how giddy this makes him, getting to teach you this stuff.

"uh.." immediate thought? like, the english voice overs for animes and stuff, but you're 99% sure that's not what he's talking about right now. "no," you say, once you've considered his words. "mmh, a dub is just a win, i guess. what, uh, about a one pump? in game, of course, uh.. not anythin' else," he knows you don't know this stuff, which makes it a little better for him. eyes lifting to yours, a soft smile plays on his plush lips, followed by a flush on his cheeks when he clears up any misconceptions.

"you're askin' me like m'supposed to know," the words are grumbled as they leave your mouth, but you smile, shaking your head. you're not exactly into video games like he is, he's a video game fiend. you literally have to rip him off his console to get him to sleep or to get him to leave the house. meanwhile, you've got your head buried in a book or eyes glued to your phone screen 'cause of some good fanfiction. you'd get him to read some fanfics with you one day, you're sure of it.

"there's uh," matt sits up, "one sec," he waits until he's shot some guy in the game, so he can focus on explaining to you as he hides out in some corner of the map. "i mean, it got vaulted, but there's a pump shotgun, right?" you nod, not exactly understanding what he means by vaulted, but sure. seemingly, he notices this, and he adds, "vaulted s'like, they're not in the weapon rotation right now. so taken out, like, to balance the loot pool. you followin' so far?" you're a little busy looking at the way the light in his eyes shimmers with every word he speaks, but you mumble a quiet, "uh-huh," in response to show you're listening.

"okay, yeah, so s'called the pump shotgun, so what d'ya think a one pump is?" damn matt and his ability to teach so well. no wonder he tutored people for some extra cash on the side, he was damn good at it.

"one pump?" you ask after a few seconds.

one corner of his lips flits up, into a small smirk. "that's right, yeah, one pump. think about it," matt encouages, leaning his head against your shoulder a little more before he adds on, "you got this. real simple. like.. a type of shot."

"one pump.. uh, takes one shot to kill someone in game? with the.. pump shotgun?" it's a wild guess of yours, you had no clue, a shot in the dark, to say the least. but to your surprise, it's right, and he practically beams. "you're so fuckin' smart," he sighs, a little giggle of his own escaping him. nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, he gives you a few gentle kisses as a little well done for getting it right. it was simple, sure, but he was so proud of you for getting it right.

"y'sure you haven't played fortnite before? might be even better than i am," matt mutters, and he revels in the way you laugh at his words. "you're laughin', i mean it!" he whines a little, poking you in the side which only causes you to laugh more. "mmh, okay, baby, whatever you say," though your words are a little muffled by the kisses you give him on his cheek, he hears you, and his smile only grows a lot more. "don't 'whatever you say' me.." he grumbles.

the moment is cut short however by him realising that the storm is closing in on him, and he quickly sits up, "oh, shit," he grabs the mouse again, "impromptu lesson on don't stay in the storm or y'die, you payin' attention? great."

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[kameyyy]

PASSION - ATSUMU MIYA X READER

INTRODUCTIONS: 4 lifers

MASTERLIST !!

LORE:

- 📍OSAKA - they're all MSBY jackals players - they live together - sakusa has a ring camera in his room because he doesn’t trust hinatsubo and his room's lock is broken and their landlord hasn't fixed it yet - at first it was just hinatsubo and sakusa lived on his own but his landlord kicked him out within like a month and in a big city like osaka it's a pain in the ass to find a good apartment quickly - he says he lives with them only temporarily but hasn't looked for other apartments in a while - atsumu cannot cook for his life - they tend to crash at osamu's shop whenever they feel hungry (minus sakusa) and osamu is sick of his ass - hinata has a history of getting scammed and they only recently found out it's always the same guy (because hinata broke his silence otherwise sakusa would've called it earlier) - bokuto obviously knew about hinatas scam but when he saw the poorly changed and written email about akaashi his mind went blank - sakusa considered texting meian to schedule a media safety lesson for hinata and bokuto

- hinata plays roblox and fortnite in his freetime - bokuto and atsumu had an argument about whether you drink milk from a glass or a mug - bokuto is for mugs, atsumu is for glass - the argument was pretty intense - sakusa likes to journal when he's left alone in his room so he can express his other emotions (besides anger & hate) instead of bottling them up - he's a little emotionally constipated - when atsumu isn't bothering his roomates he hangs out with osamu and suna and they sometimes reminisce about their time in highschool (he lowkey misses living with osamu but would never admit it)

taglist, open (comment or send an ask);

[sturnsblogs]

DEMANDED ATTENTION

WARNINGS- SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT CHOKING

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You were frustrated, irritated by the way Chris was paying more attention to his game than to you. The silence between you two had stretched far too long, and you couldn’t hold back anymore. You walked into the room, where Chris was fully absorbed in Fortnite, his headset on as he stared at the screen. Without a second thought, you climbed onto his lap, reaching over to mute his mic, making sure he couldn’t focus on the game.

“Baby… please, can you get off?” His voice was strained, clearly not thrilled about the interruption. He glanced at you briefly, shifting his camera. “Mama, just give me a little more… hm?”

You whined, feeling the frustration building up inside. “Chriiisss!! Please, baby… you’re ignoring me.” You began planting soft, teasing kisses along his neck, your lips brushing against his skin, and his eyes fluttered shut for just a moment, clearly affected. He took a deep breath, cupping your cheeks gently. “Angel, just give me a little more time,” he muttered, but his tone was softer now, filled with an undercurrent of affection, despite his annoyance.

You sighed dramatically, knowing he was still focused on the game. The hours dragged on, and you stayed on the bed, crossing your arms and pouting. You couldn’t help but feel neglected, your need for his attention ignored. Finally, when he finished, Chris walked out of Matt’s room and toward his own. He froze as soon as he saw you, still pouting, clearly upset.

“Baby… you wanna cuddle now?” He asked, his voice full of gentle concern.

You shook your head, not even bothering to face him. You were done. The lack of attention had worn you thin. You turned your back to him, a clear signal that you weren’t in the mood for his usual attempts to fix things.

Chris sighed heavily, walking toward you and sitting down on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. He reached for your shoulder, trying to get you to face him. “C’mon, princess. Don’t piss me off,” he muttered, trying to mask the frustration growing in his chest.

You turned slowly, your gaze avoiding his. “You don’t even care about me,” you whispered, voice tinged with hurt and vulnerability. The words stung, and it was clear they hit harder than you intended.

Chris’ eyes darkened, and his jaw clenched. “You want me to fucking prove I love you?” He growled, his patience finally snapping.

The air between you thickened, charged with tension that had been simmering all night. Your heart raced at his tone, the raw edge in his voice sending a shiver down your spine. Before you could respond, he closed the distance between you, his hand sliding up your arm with a firm but careful grip. He tilted your chin up, forcing your eyes to meet his, and the intensity there made your breath hitch.

“Say it again,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous, but laced with something deeper—something desperate. “Tell me I don’t care.”

You opened your mouth, but the words caught in your throat. The way he was looking at you, the heat radiating off him, made your defiance falter. Instead, a soft whimper escaped, and that seemed to be all the answer he needed.

In one swift motion, he pulled you closer, his lips crashing against yours with a hunger that silenced every doubt swirling in your mind. The kiss was messy, urgent, his hands roaming your body like he was staking a claim. You melted into him, the frustration you’d felt earlier dissolving under the weight of his touch. He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down your jaw, your neck, leaving a burning path in their wake.

“Chris…” you breathed, your voice trembling as his hands slid under your shirt, tugging it up and off with a roughness that made your pulse quicken. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, his fingers deftly working at the rest of your clothes until you were bare beneath him, vulnerable and exposed.

“You think I don’t care?” he muttered against your skin, his breath hot as he pressed himself closer, the mattress shifting under his weight. “I’ll show you how much I fucking care.”

Before you could process his words, he was on you, his body pinning yours to the bed. The world narrowed to the heat of him, the way he moved with a purpose that left no room for doubt. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him, and then he was inside you, deep and unrelenting. A gasp tore from your throat, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he set a rhythm that was both punishing and pleading.

“Still think I’m ignoring you?” he growled, his voice rough in your ear as he thrust harder, each movement driving him deeper, filling you completely. Your head tipped back, overwhelmed by the intensity, the way he claimed you like he needed to prove something—to you, to himself.

All you could do was cling to him, your earlier frustration replaced by a desperate need for him, for this. The tension that had built up over the hours unraveled in waves, each one crashing over you as he pushed you closer to the edge. His name fell from your lips in broken whispers, and he groaned in response, his grip tightening as he buried himself even deeper, like he couldn’t get close enough.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded, his voice raw, ragged, as he drove into you with a force that made your whole body tremble. You tried to answer, your lips parting to form the words, but all that came out were babbled moans, incoherent and needy. “Mmm—y-yours—ahh—” The sounds spilled from you uncontrollably, your mind too scrambled to string together anything coherent as he pushed you past the point of thought.

His hand slid up your body, fingers wrapping around your throat—not too tight, but enough to make your pulse race beneath his grip. “Say sorry,” he growled, his voice dark and commanding, his hips slamming into yours with a relentless rhythm. “Say sorry for interrupting my game, princess.”

“S-sorry—ohh—Chris, I—” Your words dissolved into a mess of whimpers and moans, your body arching beneath him as the pressure built. He shifted then, one hand hooking under your thigh, lifting and adjusting your leg over his shoulder. The new angle made you cry out, his thrusts now hitting that perfect spot inside you with devastating precision, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

“There it is,” he muttered, his voice rough with satisfaction as he watched your reaction, driving into you harder, deeper, each stroke igniting a fire that spread through every nerve. His hand tightened slightly on your throat, guiding your gaze back to his, and the look in his eyes—wild, possessive—pushed you closer to the brink.

“Come for me,” he ordered, his voice a rough whisper as he pounded into that spot relentlessly. The pressure coiled tight, too much to hold back—his grip, the angle, the way he filled you completely.

Your body tensed, a sharp, shuddering cry ripping from your throat as you came, the orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave. It started deep in your core, a white-hot burst that radiated outward, your walls clenching around him as your legs shook uncontrollably.

Your vision blurred, stars dancing behind your eyelids, and your babbled moans turned into a desperate, keening sound—half his name, half pure release—as the pleasure consumed you, leaving you boneless and gasping beneath him.

He didn’t stop, chasing his own release with a few more punishing thrusts, his grip on your throat loosening as he groaned your name, spilling inside you with a shudder. The weight of him collapsed against you for a moment, both of you breathing hard, the room heavy with the scent of sweat and sex.

After a beat, Chris rolled off you, pulling you gently into his arms. His demeanor shifted, the roughness giving way to something softer as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. “Hey… you okay, angel?” he asked, his voice quiet now, laced with concern. “Was I too rough?”

You nestled into his chest, still catching your breath, your body buzzing from the intensity. “No… I’m okay,” you murmured, a small, tired smile tugging at your lips. “Just… wow.”

He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Good. Didn’t mean to lose it like that.” His fingers traced lazy circles on your back, soothing the marks he’d left behind. “You want some water? Anything?”

You shook your head, content to stay wrapped in his warmth. “Just stay here,” you whispered, and he tightened his hold on you, his breathing steadying as he held you close, the storm between you finally settled.

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A/N- STRICTLY FOR @freshlyinlovewchris

My beautiful babies- @blushsturns @starrii-sturns @izzylovesmatt @chrisslut04 @jimmasterflashh @oopsiedaisydeer @csturnioloswifey @just-a-girl-1 @sturdyyolo @sturnslvtt @sturnbows @sturdyyolo @chriss-slutt @franticroads @thecrawlys @ribbonlovergirl @sturniolosrtewsexy

[pinkyjulien]

Was testing the fortnite poses on multiple characters of same rigs to crash test the T-pose fix and caught his ass smirking like that

[salty-scars01]

Shopping Carts

Kaiju no. 8 Crackfic

Characters: Kafka Hibino, Kikoru Shinomiya, Reno Ichikawa, Iharu Furuhashi

A/N: Came up with this while playing Fortnite to be real honest, and now this is something that lives rent free in my head.

A/N: Don't judge me for this one please </3

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Shinomiya, Kafka, Ichikawa, and Furuhashi were out on a rare day off, where Hoshina's whole squad got to relax for a day.

Shinomiya insisted on going shopping at least once during their outing and the men agreed.

Now they stood outside at a nearly empty mall parking lot while Shinomiya crossed her arms at her co-workers antics.

"You cannot be serious," she sneered at Kafka, a 32 year old grown man excitedly pushing a stray shopping cart her way.

"Oh hell yeah!" Furuhashi exclaimed as Ichikawa returned with a shopping cart of his own.

"I promise, it's fun. Even if we get in trouble for it." Ichikawa smiled as Furuhashi climbed into the cab of the cart.

Furuhashi pointed his finger to the sky and yelled, "LET'S GO!!!" And with that, Ichikawa took off running. It was rare to see him so laid back like this, but it was far from unwelcome.

Kafka turned to face Shinomiya now as Iharu's contagious laughter rang out throughout the parking lot with a few stray onlookers. "See? It's fun! C'moooon Shinomiyaaaa, just one run around the parking lot!"

Kafka pleaded with his best attempt at puppy eyes that his old age could muster and Shinomiya sighed.

"Fine, just stop making that face." She retorted as she approached the shopping cart.

The smile that crossed over Kafka's face was enough to send a shiver down her spine.

She carefully mantled the cart, hopping into the cab whilst Kafka held it still for her. She crouched in the cart and looked back at Kafka, who still had a goofy smile across his face.

"Ready?" He asked, making sure she felt secure.

"Ready as I'll ever be."

Kafka started off slow, but quickly sped up as he noticed Shinomiya smiling briefly.

He began to move at a run, then he broke off into a sprint.

"K-Kafka!" Shinomyia exclaimed as she felt the cart wobble against the pavement.

"It's fine! We just got a rusty cart is all!" He moved his left foot onto the lower shelf and continued to push with his right. He kept his torso folded over the handle of the cart to keep the balance as they continued to glide around the lot.

Shinomiya moved her hands to hold onto the edge of the carts as Kafka caught up to Ichikawa and Furuhashi, though she wasn't excited about the fact that they nearly crashed.

The two teams decided on a race to see who could finish one lap around the parking lot first. And by the teams, I mean Kafka and Furuhashi individually.

Kafka and Ichikawa continued to skate around the parking lot while Furuhashi laughed maniacally, standing proud in his cart with his foot on the rim as if he were a pirate leading a ship.

Shinomiya eventually found the courage to stand as well, if only to remain crouched afterwards.

Kafka took a hard swerve into the next street and nearly ran into a goose who was wandering around.

The creature honked at him ferociously and flapped it's wings in anger, which caused a spot of trouble for Ichikawa as he had to slow to maneuver around it, allowing Kafka to take the lead.

~

By the end of their run, Kafka was out of breath and leaned heavily on the side of his shopping cart while Shinomiya climbed out, and big smile on her face for only a second as she fixed her windswept hair.

Hardly a moment later, Ichikawa brought his cart to a stop next to Kafka and paused to catch his breath as well. Furuhashi hopped out of the cart, still laughing.

"Man, I haven't done that in forever!" He shouted proudly.

"And we probably won't get to for another while," Ichikawa reminded him.

Shinomiya turned to Kafka, who was still bowled over from their activities.

"Hey, old man." Kikioru snickered at him.

Kafka looked up at her with a furrow of his brows. He wasn't that old.

"That was fun." She flashed him a smile and a flick of her ponytail.

Kafka beamed at her and started laughing. "See? I told you!"

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Bonus video of what conspired to make me write this.

Also imagine relentless giggling and autistic "Shopping cart?" "SHOPPING CART!!!" back and forth between two people while two others are sitting in silence judging us menacingly.

[iamfitzwilliamdarcy]

I also wanna play the ttdp fave lyrics game from @itspileofgoodthings!! I didn’t really read anyone else’s so as to not be influenced but my problem is all her lines are so good and it was so so hard to choose — I tried to balance my faves with like the Song’s Essence — I’m not even sure I picked right for all of them lol

Fortnite - Your wife waters flowers / I wanna kill her (that’s my fave the most like summative line is probably I love you / it’s ruining my life but I’m really fascinated by the “for a Fortnite there we were forever” in comparison to some of the later songs on the album)

TTDP- But I’ve read this one where you come undone / I chose this cyclone with you (very very close second is the “so I felt seen”) 

 My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys- I’m queen of sandcastles he destroys (but close second is: I felt more when we played pretend / than with all the Kens / cause he took me out of my box)

Down Bad - ‘Cause fuck it I was in love 

So Long London- you swore that you loved me but where were the clues? / I died on the altar waiting for proof / you sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days 

But Daddy I Love Him- I’m telling him to floor it through the fences / no I’m not coming to my senses (also i do really love when she switches to “even my daddy just loves him”) 

Fresh Out the Slammer - but it’s alright, I did my time (although I’m pretty sure I did gasp aloud the first time I listened through at the “imaginary rings” line) 

Florida!!!- what a crash, what a rush, fuck me up Florida 

Guilty as a Sin? - Torn between “Am I allowed to cry?” And “ what a way to die” would probably choose the latter if absolutely pressed

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me? - I was tame I was gentle til the circus life turned me mean /don’t you worry folks we took out all her teeth (also like the whole bridge) 

I can Fix Him (No Really I Can) - They shake their heads saying “God help her” / when i tell ‘em he’s my man (also the “woah maybe I can’t”- choosing as the song “thesis” but I’m also lowkey obsessed with the part about him drawing hearts on her face with is pistol-calloused hands) 

loml - this whole song is devastatingly perfect but I am choosing “and all at once the ink bleeds / a con man sells a fool a get love quick scheme” (I also LOVE the “what valiant roar what a bland goodbye / the coward claimed he was a lion”) 

I Can Do It With a Broken Heart - Lights Camera Bitch Smile / even when you wanna die

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived - you didn’t measure up / in any measure of a man 

The Alchemy - I haven’t come around in so long /but I’m coming back so strong 

Clara Bow - you’re the new god we’re worshiping /promise to be dazzling 

[themattress]

As we rapidly approach Star Wars Episode IX: The Rise of Skywalker's 5th anniversary, I find that, much like this person, I can defend the movie from almost all charges made against it.

When I say almost, I mean there are five things I simply cannot defend:

- The hackjob editing in the first half, and especially the first act. I truly believe that a good chunk of the flak this movie receives is based upon bad first impressions created by the editing, which is trying to be way too literal-minded in regards to the pacing of the Original Trilogy and desperate to fit into a specific runtime that, as the finale of the Skywalker Saga, it shouldn't need to fit into. As a consequence, important things like the Eye of the Webbish Bog, Palpatine saying that he's a clone, specific interactions at the Resistance base which includes more screentime for Rose, Lando's story about his daughter being taken plus Finn's emotional response to it, and Kylo Ren's confrontation with a captive Chewbacca are cut out.

- Palpatine's return being announced through a broadcast that we never hear, unless you happened to be playing Fortnite at the time it was played there, is all kinds of nonsense. Have either the Resistance or First Order replay the damn broadcast. We need to hear it! You can't just open the movie with "The Dead Speak!" yet not let us hear what The Dead Spoke!

- I can accept and even embrace a lot of stupid convenient happenstance in Star Wars movies; it kind of comes with the territory. But even I have to draw a line somewhere, and I draw it at the heroes just happening to crash into quicksand that just happens to drag them underground where they just happen to find the exact thing they were looking for that Luke and Lando were never able to find. That is ridiculous. An easy work-around is that Rey instinctively caused the crash because she felt the Sith Dagger calling to her through the Force due to her blood ties with Palpatine, which obviously wouldn't have happened for Luke.

- Hux being killed almost immediately after his spy/traitor reveal was incredibly lazy and wasteful. I get that the movie was trying to cement Pryde as a competent threat, but I don't think it was called for since letting Hux survive to the final battle and have some kind of confrontation with Pryde there would have felt more satisfying. As cool as Pryde is, the fact of the matter is that Hux was the main First Order general throughout the entirety of the previous two films, so bumping him off unceremoniously halfway through the final movie so a guy we only just met can supplant him feels cheap and makes him feel kind of pointless.

- Finn never receiving proper pay-off to him wanting to tell Rey about his Force sensitivity. It's baffling that we have him use it during the final battle and also when he senses Rey dying, but then nothing comes of it once he reunites with Rey. That big emotional hugging scene should have continued with actual dialogue from Rey, Finn and Poe where this comes up. It would also make it explicitly clear that Rey does indeed intend to continue Luke's work in training a new generation of Jedi, rather than the audience just being left to assume that.

There are other nitpicks I have here and there (ex: Leia's lightsaber should have been purple, the Sith Fleet should have caused more damage than just blowing up one planet, the Knights of Ren should have done a lot more than they did, we should have seen the Force Ghosts in Rey and Palpatine's final clash, and several of the choices made by The Last Jedi hamstring the movie in certain areas), but none of them are actively harming the movie the way those five things I list above do. If those things had been fixed, I'd be going to bat for the movie as objectively the best of the Sequel Trilogy, rather than just my personal favorite while The Force Awakens is clearly the best put-together film (maybe The Last Jedi too, I'm torn on it).

[slycooperconfessions]

We haven't had a Bentley poll yet!! We're fixing that right now!

[blazehedgehog]

A Eulogy for my Playstation 4 Pro

So since I was a brain genius who decided to transfer all my fundraiser money to my bank account on a weekend, let's have a little eulogy for my poor Playstation 4 Pro.

I bought it in 2017 after a hellish move from Colorado to Nevada. We'd lived in Colorado for 26 years, and rented the same house for 24 of those years. I literally grew up in that house. Then our landlords got greedy (as all landlords eventually do), almost tripled our rent, and we had to move.

One of the last things I did before I packed up my computer was release The Definitive Way to Play Sonic Adventure on Youtube. That video was a modest success, but it had a secondary effect where a no-commentary gameplay video I'd uploaded for the fangame Sonic Utopia got picked up by the algorithm as a result, and that video suddenly took off like wildfire. I found myself sitting on a pair of videos that were about to pull in close to a combined 3 million views. It was the most I'd had a video blow up in a very long time.

I was now flush with a few thousand dollars of cash that I could do whatever I wanted with. That was great, as I got to help cover some moving expenses. I gave my Mom some money, I paid one of the deposits on our new apartment, paid to fix some stuff that got broken in the move, I bought myself a new desk, new computer chair, some storage shelves, a new bed frame, and still had about $700 left to spare. So I bought a PS4 Pro and a small handful of games (The Nathan Drake Collection, Yakuza Kiwami, The Last of Us Remastered, and Parappa the Rapper Remastered, I think). It was the first true next-generation console I'd bought in 11 years -- I'd had a Wii U, but that doesn't count.

Within that first year, I'd already run into my first problem with that Playstation 4. Back in the Xbox 360 era, I had a moment in my life where I was a psychopath that was running a media server off my PC. Every morning I'd wake up, download everything my Youtube subs had posted the day before, along with whatever GiantBomb had uploaded that day, and threw it up on the media server. The 360 could see the server, and those downloads would basically become my background noise for the day. I watched the entire GiantBomb Persona 4 Endurance Run that way: on the 360, through my media server. For context, these were the days before there was any way to watch Youtube on a television. There was no app. Youtube was just a website. So the Media Server was what I had to do to see Youtube on another screen.

In the move out to Nevada, I'd bought a cheap 32GB USB thumbdrive from the back-to-school section at Wal-mart and filled it full of movies and videos and stuff. With the PS4 set up, I plugged that thumbdrive in and tried out the PS4's media player capabilities, hoping it worked like the Xbox 360.

It did... for about 45 minutes. In the middle of watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The Movie the media player suddenly crashed and refused to see the USB thumbdrive anymore. I reached down to pull it out only to find it was almost too hot to touch. I might have actually dropped the thumbdrive because it shocked me just how hot it was. I have never felt a piece of electronics be that hot before.

For the rest of that day, that USB port was dead. Nothing you plugged into it would be recognized. Eventually, it finally started working with controllers, but it never accepted any other thumbdrives, ever.

After about three years, I started to notice recordings were starting to get a little weird. Clips I'd record of my Fortnite matches would have huge 2-3 second chunks go missing, or the encoding would corrupt and smear. But then it went away, so I figured maybe it was just a problem with the game and not the console. It'd come back every now and then, maybe once a year, but it only ever happened with Fortnite, and only occasionally.

About a year and a half ago, I started to notice something else weird. Unless there was a specific game I needed to play for work stuff (like Sonic Frontiers or whatever), my PS4 was mostly just a Fortnite machine, and mainly because the PC version of Fortnite is a disaster.

But for months I'd left a disc in my PS4's disc drive. I think it was probably Balan Wonderworld or something, and as I booted up Fortnite for my daily founder's mission rewards, I noticed a sound. I'd been hearing it on and off for a while, but now I was finally paying attention to it. I realized: the console was sitting there scanning the disc, over and over and over, like it couldn't read it. I'd hear the disc motor spin up, the soft click-click-click as the read head scanned for data. It'd spin down, spin up, click-click-click, whirrrrrr, click-click, spin down, spin up, etc. Over and over. It'd do this for a good 30-45 seconds, then finally settle down and identify the disc.

The first time I noticed this, I ejected the Balan disc and put in something else; I think it was Dreams. PS4 read the disc instantly. I shrugged, figured maybe the Balan disc was just cursed and didn't think anything of it.

About a week later, I caught it doing it with the disc for Dreams. And then Sonic Frontiers. Then Sonic Superstars. Pretty much any disc I'd put in there. As the months wore on, it started taking multiple minutes for it to identify the disc.

A few weeks before it died, I ended up taking the disc out and basically resigning myself to only putting a disc in if I was going to play it, and removing that disc the moment I was done, because that scanning process seemed like it was making the problem worse.

A few months before it died, I got a full hardware crash on the console. The error code it gave me pointed to a hardware failure, but a google revealed that it was a generic error code that could mean literally anything. Right around this time, the video corruption in my Fortnite recordings came back around. I had a feeling it was the HDD.

Thus began the saga of trying to replace my PS4's HDD. I knew it could take SSDs, so I did some research, saved up $100, and bought a 2TB SSD that was compatible with the console. Followed Sony's official instructions on replacing the HDD, and...

It didn't work.

I vowed to get my money back and order a different HDD, but prices went up and realizing the other mounting problems with this machine (including the fried USB port), and my general mood overall, I just kept the money and figured I'd ride or die until the machine breathed its last.

8 months later... it refused to boot up at all.

Rest in piece, king. The only other console I've ever had straight up die on me like this was my Xbox 360, and if I'm being honest, I kind of smothered that poor boy a little bit hoping to get a sturdier console back from the repair center.

(I did not, but that's a story for another day.)

[updatingranboo]

ranboo on aimsey's birthday subathon 2023 masterpost

here's some timestamps for boobers for when ranboo was on aimsey's birthday subathon :D

part one (before the crash)

among us: 0:54:20 - 3:41:44 ranboo fixes aimsey's subtitles: 05:49:00 - 05:50:00 happy birthday aimsey in person: 05:59:48 - 06:03:03 ranboo's mom wishes aimsey a happy birthday: 06:24:00 - 06:25:59 ranboo's birthday video to aimsey: 07:15:27 - 07:15:45 friendsmp: 08:34:54 - 08:55:47

part two (stream crashed, new vod) friendsmp: 00:16:50 - 00:22:34 aimsey rejoins vc: 00:39:27 - 00:44:15 fortnite racing: 01:14:24 - 01:44:00 gartic on stream/ranboo and friends talk to chat: 01:46:37 - 06:12:45

[landslided]

your humble anon back to praise you for those casting choices!! rebecca demornay the absolute beauty!! and phoebe cates is so so perfect! please know i am cheering you on from the sidelines waiting to give you the kudos you so rightfully deserve. (and if you feel like sharing headcanons, i would love to hear about them! also, you mentioned being inspired by hacks so is miguel the ava to johnny's deborah? or is he just the catalyst to johnny's reemerging career? it's all so interesting however i can be patient i promise!!)

anoooon, thank you so much you are making my absolute DAY!! my response is super long so i’ll put it under a cut.

i am not very far in hacks so as of right now ava and deborah’s relationship is… tumultuous to say the least. i will admit, yes, miguel would be johnny’s ava in this context. they don’t have the same arc at all or the same bond but miguel is sort of this door for johnny into the modern world and all it includes.

in my mind, after his fall from grace (and i will get into that), johnny becomes a bit of a recluse. she moves from the heart of LA to a much more secluded place where she does what canon johnny does at the start of cobra kai, she works for a fixing company and makes very little money doing gigs. she doesn’t live from acting at all, she barely gets royalties and she doesn’t have ANY contact with her old friends and costars. miguel moves in her building where she has never been recognized before. in opposition to the face claims i gave, this johnny has gotten a bit more masc and butch in her older age and people wouldn’t immediately associate her now to the image of America’s Sweetheart Joanna Lawrence who was once in every magazine and was a double sided poster (on one side, johnny with her teased to hell blond hair, posing in roller skates with neon shorts and a shirt that says LOS ANGELES, on the other side, johnny at the beach, playing volleyball in a red bikini. she was everyone’s crush, she was THE sitcom it girl) but miguel does recognise her because he and rosa watch a lot of reruns from the 80´s comedy show she and danielle were in and he tries to befriend her for an autograph.

in doing so, miguel explains to johnny that a lot of people would pay a nice amount of money for autographs, for interviews, anything from this actress that disappeared from the public’s eye. the show back then was extremely popular and the 80´s nostalgia has hit america. johnny, for money but also to prove herself she can be more than what the world has told her, tries to reboot the show as an actress and writer (with miguel’s help) and that is when her path crosses danielle’s once again.

as for johnny’s downfall, there were rumors of alcohol (true), drugs (true), homosexuality (true) and her sleeping her way to the top (untrue and that’s why she was blacklisted for so long). she was arrested at 25 years old for crashing her car inside her manager’s house. it was seen as a coke fuelled accident (but in truth, johnny might have tried to murder kreese) and it completely burned her reputation.

miguel, robby and sam are all around 21/22 here because i admit getting a bit tired of writing high school experiences and also because i love the idea of johnny with a team of writers who are all so young and so social media trained that they have to block her out of twitter so she doesn’t get canceled before she can get back into the spotlight. aisha and tory will also make an appearance (and maybe the binary brothers as well).

danielle, as stated in my first post, is an A list celebrity (think kind of meryl streep ish in terms of legend BUT she hasn’t been filming in a long while). since miyagi’s death, danielle has had a hard time getting back onto the saddle of acting, motherhood is also extremely hard when you’re stuck in an heterosexual marriage as a lesbian, your daughter has fallen into some bad crowds and your son would sell pictures of you to TMZ for fortnite skins if you weren’t already paying for everything. she has been thinking of directing more and more (she has refused to do too much to her face and body apart from some hair dyes and a little botox which means that even if she did want to film, she won’t find a good role) and she has the ambition of maybe rebooting this 80´s comedy show she was once a part of but as a lead and director this time so when she learns that johnny is already on the case, she loses her mind a little.

i feel like im already giving quite a bit away here but im actually very excited to get into writing this!!!

thank you again, anon!!! you’re loooovely

[faint-kitten]

I AM going to do a Chrimbus stream today I'm trying to get Saints Row 4 to stop crashing so we can play the christmas DLC. If I can't get that fixed Idk what I'm going to do. I kinda don't want to just play lego fortnite or something "normal" I was hoping for a festive stream. But SR4 apparently is just known for crashing on PC and it crashes like 6 minutes after I launch every time.

[oragamiartist]

I had this problem with Fortnite recently. Every match would crash before I got anywhere and it just sucked trying to play. I tried dumbing down the graphics as much as humanly possible and nothing worked. I don't care if everything is low poly. I just want to play.

I ended up dropping $100 on a computer part that made it actually run but it still crashes if I try to mod a gun in game. To fix that I need to upgrade a different computer part. I haven't dared resetting the graphics settings.

My solution for bloatware is this: by law you should hire in every programming team someone who is Like, A Guy who has a crappy laptop with 4GB and an integrated graphics card, no scratch that, 2 GB of RAM, and a rural internet connection. And every time someone in your team proposes to add shit like NPCs with visible pores or ray tracing or all the bloatware that Windows, Adobe, etc. are doing now, they have to come back and try your project in the Guy's laptop and answer to him. He is allowed to insult you and humilliate you if it doesn't work in his laptop, and you should by law apologize and optimize it for him. If you try to put any kind of DRM or permanent internet connection, he is legally allowed to shoot you.

With about 5 or 10 years of that, we will fix the world.

[teasack-blog]

longing and the lack of locking in - tea sack

I had a breakdown and decided to start a tumblr blog, because I don't know what else there is to do but air out my dirty laundry to around two or three people on the internet. I don't know how to handle anything anymore, so maybe some of you do. anyways, now comes my tale of woe, grab some botox to remedy the cringe your features will endure.

nothing could've prepared me for the stage of life where you're 17 going on 18, in that awkward period where you're treated as both an adult and child. it's my final year of school, and no matter how many people say they miss school when they get older, I am done. I never want to step foot in this place again. all that character development just for me to crash and burn again in grade 12. at least when I was at my lowest before, I wasn't longing for a boy that has no interest besides being BESTIES. I DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR BESTIE, BESTIE. FUCK YOU, I AM GREAT AND YOU'D BE LUCKY TO LOVE ME. but also I really like you and would like to find the key to being friends with someone that has brought me the closest to love so far. I know I'm only seventeen, but this boy is something truly special. the way he looks at me, the way he carried himself, his kindness, how he cares so much about his acne that he wears makeup. his voice. I just wish he could see the same specialness in me. and maybe smooch me on the couch while we watch a movie. nothing too drastic.

nobody seems to be noticing how much I'm struggling, besides my friend who goes to a totally different school. and even so they have their own problems weighing on them, many that we share. I'm spread open and shoved full of homework everyday like some type of prostitute nerd, and no matter how much I sleep I can't seem to shake the bags under my eyes or the slump of my shoulders when I walk through my prison of a school. I swear I'm going to crack, and when I have a meltdown in the bathroom I expect my therapy to be paid for IN FULL, because obviously no adult I know knows how to remedy my teenage pain. on top of that, when I finally get home, tired as if I've worked a 24hr shift in the mines, I immediately check my messages to see if this loverboy of mine has somehow suddenly changed his mind about me. he hasn't yet, but let's cross our fingers besties 😊🤞

I don't know how to prepare my mind for these upcoming exams. I don't know how to muster the energy to not curl up on top of my work books and rot away in a heavenly coma. I don't know how to care or regulate my emotions when I DO care. I don't know anything, that's the one thing I do know. it's hard not to do anything bad to myself, it's hard not to cry everyday, it's hard to cry in a way that fixes me, if only for a little bit. I just want to be alone for a while, but who knows how well that would go? I'd love to be somewhere cold right now, working at a coffee shop where my friends come visit, flirting with a cute guy who orders some fruity drink. I'd talk about how much I love the cold and then scribble my number on his cup, and while I wait for his message I write my epicly epic fantasy book. doesn't it sounds divine?

at least it's friday, and once everyone is asleep I can chug an energy drink and spend the quiet hours playing fortnite and reading Circe. I suppose I should focus on the positive, but it's getting difficult.

much love, teasack <3