#i log in and get bombarded with information

[sucktacular]

I miss the days where existing online was a fun thing for ppl with social anxiety to make friends on instead of like Life 2.0 ya know

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Story Time || LN4 & MV1

Random blurb that popped into my head. Lando Norris x Fem!reader, platonic!max verstappen x bestfriend!reader

Max was streaming with his Redline Team as he usually did when it wasn’t race week. You had received the notification that he had gone live on Twitch and grabbed Lando’s laptop from beside the bed to log in and watch it.

“Okay, I have another story you might enjoy.”

Lando chuckled as he entered the room with the cups of tea he had gone to make. “His stories are the best.”

There was never a shortage of stories from Max and you were lucky to have witnessed them for a large portion of your life. You had known Max since you were young and it was through him that you met Lando.

Your boyfriend handed you the mug that he had given you for Valentine’s Day last year: a big red heart that had his LN4 symbol in the middle. It still amused you that his gift was really for himself and you happily drank from it every day.

“He can hardly keep a straight face,” you said as you pointed to Max’s video feed. “It has to be a good one.”

“So I got a call last week from my good friend, Y/N.” Max had to stop to take a sip of his red Bull as he was laughing too much. “She was on a date with Lando, still don’t know how that happened but that’s another story, and they went to dinner in Florence. Lovely, right. One thing about Lando and Y/N, their Italian is absolutely terrible.”

“I’m already offended,” you said as you grabbed your phone.

“Oh, she’s watching the stream!” Max laughed as he read the text message you had sent him and he held it up to the screen for a second. “It says, ‘eighteen years of friendship and you settle on good? I’m insulted. Sincerely, your ex-best friend and current good friend.’ I think I’ve hurt her feelings. I’m sorry, I love you.

“Anyway, my good friend, she sends me a photo of her meal and immediately calls me. ‘Like what the fuck is this? I asked for pasta.’ Blah, blah, blah. Turns out she ordered a bean salad. She’s too embarrassed to admit she messed up so she eats the salad, she fucking hates salads, and then orders dessert.

“I get another picture and phone call soon after and she’s absolutely fuming because she received another bean salad.”

Lando was in hysterics beside you as he relived the disastrous date and he put his mug down before more tea spilled over the bedspread. “I’m sorry, baby, but it was funny.”

The chat down the side of the live stream was already getting bombarded with information you could have done with last weekend.

@/tifosi1: Cannelloni = Pasta @/vinividivici: Cannellini = Beans @/verstap1: Cannoli = Dessert

“We’ll have to see if she shows up to Monza, because she swore she would never step foot in Italy again.”

You fired another text through and he choked on his laugh. “I can’t read this one out loud, I’ll probably get censored and the race is ready. That’s it for story time.”

“I hate him,” you huffed as you slammed the laptop closed.

“I don’t,” Lando grinned, taking the laptop away and pulling you into his arms. “He brought you into my life.”

“Shhh, stop being sweet and let me be mad at him.”

“Okay, he’s an absolute bastard. We should toilet paper his apartment and throw eggs at his car.”

You cupped his face and pecked him on the lips. “Thank you. That must have been hard to say.”

“Yeah,” he shivered with a grimace. “Can we not be mad at him now? I don’t like it.”

“Me neither…fine.”

You unlocked your phone and sent him one last text.

To Max: I’m still your best friend.

You didn’t receive a reply until his race finished and you smiled as you showed it to Lando.

From Max: Always.

[zapreportsblog]

❝HUSBAND❞

✭ PAIRING : Edward Cullen x Reader

✭ FANDOM : Twilight

✭ SUMMARY : When Edward proposed to Bella he expected her to accept after all they were mates? Right? Wrong! Bella rejected edwards proposal breaking his undead heart in the process, not being able to withstand the aftermath Edward leaves home; only to return 2 years later but this time he’s married?!

✭ AUTHORS NOTE : I already know there is a story on here called the same story with the same cover (on quotev at least) mines had been edited to a clearer form, (again on quotev) that was my old account, (marveluserlovesmarbel again on quotev was my old and very first account) one of my first actually. If I can remember the login information from it I’d log back in and post my stories from their over here but for now enjoy the remake of said story :)

✭ QUOTEV VERSION

✭ HUSBAND MASTERLIST

✭ CHAPTER TWO : A Surprise Homecoming

Inside the Cullen home, a sense of curiosity and anticipation hung in the air. The family gathered at the entrance, drawn by Alice's sudden vision and the excitement radiating from her. Her golden eyes sparkled as she clapped her hands together.

"I just had a vision," Alice announced, "Edward is coming back, and he should be arriving any minute now."

Everyone exchanged glances, surprised and eager to see Edward again. Moments later, the sound of an approaching car could be heard, and they watched as Edward pulled into the driveway. As he stepped out of the car, they were taken aback by the presence of a woman in the passenger seat. Edward opened her door, and they exited the vehicle, both smiling warmly at the Cullen family.

Edward greeted his siblings with hugs and was bombarded with questions about his trip. Carlisle suggested they continue the conversation inside, and they all moved into the house.

Once inside, Edward introduced the woman beside him. "Everyone, this is (Y/n). We got married."

The room fell into stunned silence. Carlisle was the first to break it, his face a mixture of surprise and happiness. "Edward, this is wonderful news, but since when did you get married?"

Edward explained, "We got married a year ago."

Alice gasped, fake outrage coloring her tone. "And you didn't let me plan your wedding? Unacceptable!"

Laughter rippled through the room as they realized Alice was teasing. Edward smiled, "Honestly, after Bella, I didn't expect to find love again."

Esme stepped forward, her motherly warmth enveloping them. "Well, I'm happy you did, son." She turned to (Y/n) and asked, "Now, how did you two come to be?"

(Y/n) laughed, her eyes sparkling. "I tried to kill him."

Bewildered looks crossed the faces of the Cullen family. Jasper scoffed and nodded. "That explains it."

”I’m sorry what?!”

”What can I say, it’s in my blood to hunt creatures like Edward,” (y/n) says with a laugh.

“Hunt? Are you a hunter?” Esme asked with slight hesitation.

”Yeah. My last name was Winchester but i guess it’s now (Y/n) Winchester Cullen, decided to keep my last name you know.”

Jasper can’t help but scoff, “Figures.”

Everyone was still puzzled, and Jasper elaborated, "The Winchesters are a hot-blooded family of hunters."

Edward added, "We're also mates."

Rosalie, never one to hide her feelings about Bella, couldn't help but ask, "Wait, aren't you and Bella mates?"

Edward explained, "When I met Bella, it was her blood that called out to me. She was my blood singer, which is why I felt such a strong connection to her. I deluded myself into thinking I loved her for her. But when I met (Y/n), I instantly felt the mate bond."

The family began to understand, and the room filled with smiles and warm welcomes for (Y/n). It was a surprising turn of events, and everyone felt a sense of joy and acceptance as they welcomed Edward and his new love back into their immortal lives.

┉

As the Cullen family settled into their cozy living room, the girls - Alice, Esme, Rosalie, and (Y/n) - conspired to have some girl talk out on the balcony. They silently made their way outside, leaving the boys to their own devices.

On the balcony, a sense of camaraderie and curiosity enveloped the girls. Esme leaned against the railing, looking at (Y/n) with a warm smile. "So, (Y/n), how did you find out that Edward was a vampire?"

(Y/n) leaned against the balcony and looked out at the starry night sky. "He did a good job hiding it at first, but after a few weeks, I noticed something unusual. One day, he reached out for something, and his hand caught the sunlight, causing it to sparkle like diamonds. I couldn't ignore that."

Rosalie's eyebrows arched in interest. "And what did you do next?"

(Y/n) chuckled. "I did what any person would do in this situation—I did some research. I found out about the myth of vampires sparkling in the sunlight, and it all started to make sense."

Esme nodded, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "You were pretty observant."

(Y/n) shrugged. "I guess I've always had a knack for details."

Rosalie, intrigued by the prospect of conversation, leaned in closer. "Have you encountered more of our kind?"

(Y/n) thought for a moment before responding. "I've hunted vampires, but they're of different vampiric natures. Some of them don't sparkle, instead, they burn in the sunlight. Others have special jewelry that allows them to go into the sunlight without a problem."

Alice leaned forward, her golden eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Tell us more about the supernatural creatures you've encountered."

(Y/n) began to share stories of her encounters with various supernatural beings, including werewolves, shape-shifters, and even ancient mythical creatures. The girls listened with rapt attention, enjoying the opportunity to learn about (Y/n)'s adventurous life.

Back in the living room, the boys decided to go on a hunt, giving the girls some privacy. Edward proposed the idea, and Emmett, Carlisle, and Jasper readily agreed. With their departure, the girls had their opportunity to get to know (y/n) better.

In the heart of the dark woods, the Cullen brothers and father continued their hunt. Jasper, after a moment of contemplation, decided to address the questions that had been gnawing at him. He turned to Edward and said, "You look well."

Edward chuckled, his voice a wry whisper. "What's with the small talk, Jasper? You know I can hear your thoughts going a million miles a minute."

Jasper sighed, his concern evident. "Why a hunter, Edward? I know she's your mate, but you could've pulled away."

Edward's eyes, glinting like polished onyx in the moonlight, met Jasper's. "You know I wouldn't have been able to pull away if I felt the pull."

Jasper persisted, his voice tinged with worry. "She's a hunter, Edward. She's dangerous."

Edward countered, "And I'm a vampire. I can be dangerous too."

Emmett, who had been silently listening, finally chimed in. "I mean, they both can kill each other at the end of the day. Can't we move on from this topic?"

Jasper was unrelenting. "No, he's putting us all in danger. Aside from her being the very thing that kills us, she's also a human."

Edward's brow furrowed, and he asked, "What's your problem, Jasper?"

Jasper's voice grew more serious. "Listen, you've never faced a Winchester before. I have. Trust me, you don't want to cross their path."

Before the argument could escalate any further, Carlisle intervened. "Gentlemen, I suggest we drop this argument for now. I see something." He pointed toward a deer approaching through the trees, reminding them of the primary purpose of their venture. The brothers refocused their attention on the hunt, leaving their concerns and debates for another time.

The Cullen brothers and father, fresh from their successful hunt, made their way back to the house. Emmett carried the lifeless deer, a triumph in his strong arms. As they approached the house, their senses picked up the unmistakable scent of a familiar visitor. Bella Swan had arrived, her red beat-up pickup truck parked near the house.

Bella hesitated by the truck, her posture awkward and uncertain. She called out to Edward, "Hey, Edward. It's been a while."

Edward's face remained a mask of emotionless grace, but he kindly greeted her with a simple, "Hello, Bella."

Bella continued, "I didn't believe Charlie when he said he saw you passing through Forks. He said he saw you with someone. I take it you've brought a friend?"

Before Edward could answer, (Y/n) appeared, coming outside with a warm smile to greet him and the others. She rushed into Edward's arms, showering him with affectionate kisses on the face.

"My love," (Y/n) said, her voice filled with both relief and happiness. "You've been gone for so long, I got worried."

Edward's stoic facade softened as he held (Y/n) close, returning her affection with a warm embrace. Bella watched their reunion with a mix of emotions, perhaps sensing that the connection between Edward and (Y/n) was deeper and more profound than she had ever experienced with him.

[icycoldninja]

Hello! I'm wondering if you could write the Sparda Boys + Lady (If you write for her, feel free to ignore if you don't) with a Dhampir S/O?

I don't do Lady but I do write for the boys. Enjoy 💜

Sparda boys + V x Dhampir Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante is amazed. He's the spawn of a demon and a human, and you're the child of a human and a vampire? So cool.

-Won't stop bombarding you with questions regarding your abilities like an overly curious child.

-Will challenge you to duels and races to see if your Dhampire strength and speed can outmatch his demonic stamina.

-Constantly testing your senses of smell and sight by doing stupid things like dropping a pin in the middle of the road at 2:00 AM to see if you could hear it, or by taping really tiny notes to trees outside to see if you can see them.

-Has absolutely no problem being your living blood bank, to be leeches off of whenever you need it.

-He'll extend his arm, leg, and even neck to you. It doesn't matter, Dante will let you drink from him anywhere, for as long as you need. He loves the feeling of being drained dry. Don't read into that

■ Vergil ■

-Quite impressed, as Dhampirs have a great deal of POWER.

-Wants to test your strength in every way possible, from arm wrestling to actual, physical wrestling in which you end up suplexing each other onto the floor.

-Sword duels are also common, during which your true strength is displayed. It's exhilarating, finding a good match, and as a result, duels become as commonplace as your daily workouts.

-Your heightened senses are a boon during devil hunting missions since you can sense them anywhere, no matter what they may be doing.

-Has absolutely no qualms about you feeding on him since he secretly enjoys it. The man will never admit it, but he can't get over the feeling of having your fangs sink into his flesh.

-Bonus points if you bite him on the neck. It makes him feel like you're in a cheesy Wattpad vampire-romance story where he's the lovestruck human and you're the baddie vampire.

□ Nero □

-Nero was honestly scared at first. He always thought of vampires as mythical creatures (ironic, given his dad and uncle are half demons) and never thought he'd end up dating the child of one. But here you are in all your spooky glory.

-Looks up Dhampir on Wikipedia (like I did lol) and asks you questions to see if their information is true. If it isn't, he logs in and changes the page.

-Takes you on devil hunting missions so you can help him beat up demons with your remarkable strength. After seeing you in action, Nero has to admit, you're almost stronger than him. Almost.

-Is very curious to see if you can turn into a bat.

-Is also astounded when he learns you feed on blood, but doesn't want to be your personal blood bank. It's not that he's afraid, no, it's just the thought of having another part of his body ripped away from him is stressing, to say the least.

-To compromise, he brings you animals and occasionally fat demons for you to feast upon. Enjoy!

● V ●

-V was pleasantly surprised to learn you were a Dhanpire. He'd read about them in stories once or twice, but he never even imagined getting to meet one in real life.

-Now that he has, he's curious, are the stories really true? What are vampires like? Do you have the ability to turn others into vampires? Did your father turn your mother into a vampire after you were born? Are vampires really goth? Would he pass for a real-life vampire?

-Depending on your answers, V may decide to write a discourse on vampires, Dhampires, and everything in between, though what he'll do with it is a mystery.

-Very much enjoys it when you put your super strength to use by toting him around the house all the time. You're his personal transport, and he loves it.

-To repay you, he'll offer up his blood for you to feast on, even if there isn't all that much left in him to begin with.

-Loves to cuddle you while you feed; being nestled in your embrace while his blood is drained from his body makes him feel so relaxed for some reason. He expected it to hurt, but it doesn't. It feels strangely good.

[commsroom]

Heyy have you ever seen @drezzdon on Instagram? All I think about when I see their stuff is Hera getting back to earth and (accidentally or on purpose) truly Being Released into the internet and subsequently into every computer ever and instead of becoming like a God she's all powerful and omniscient but constantly bombarded by unholy amounts of information which drives her into some kind of Eldritch madness constantly witnessing everything while still trying to hold onto herself and process all of her grief idk if I'm making sense. Opposite of fix it fic btw I'm making everything worse.

oh, cool! i've seen some of those videos around, and i like them, so i'm glad you told me the source. it kind of reminds me of this comic about the perception of angels + seeing everything at once. i think too much information = lack of clarity works well in the context of wolf 359's treatment of 'the big picture' as an antagonistic and dehumanizing force, and i also think it's a good visual metaphor for overstimulation. we're aware that hera is always everywhere at once, but also that she's more some places at any given time than others, and i think the way the show presents that is very interesting, i.e. that the only time we actually meaningfully experience her being in multiple places at once is when she's having a breakdown.

anyway. i think being on the internet will be really bad for hera, but like, in the way that being very online and isolated is bad for anyone, amplified by how quickly she can interact with it and the fact she literally cannot log off and touch grass. but i want her to. it's going to be hard, and it'll probably get worse before it gets better, but i want good and comfortable things for her. hera narrowing + clarifying her perspective, being able to be truly (physically) present in her own life, especially as a rejection of her 'intended' purpose, is very dear to me.

[lilliesofinspirationvalley]

I’ve wanted to share more about my various ideas and story concepts for pokemon and other interests, but I keep psyching myself out from thinking I need all these perfectly in-context sketches and memes and bells and whistles

But y’know what? I’m not gonna let myself get stuck in that anymore! I eat up other people’s posts regardless of all that! That can get your attention, but your attention sticks because of the compelling ideas!!

So… I’m gonna treat my main blog as more of an informal concept log!!! Get ready for a lot more original posts and infodumps from me, occasionally including sketches, and progress shots of artwork and writing! Hopefully I don’t bombard you with everything too much!

[luv-assangiebatch]

The One Where I was Written Into My Favorite Scene...

Courtesy of our own @bethanys-adventure

Recently, our fic-senpai Bethany shared some of her Kassangie archives with me-- and I remembered this one quite well and fondly-- as she wrote me straight into one of my favorite scene from The Fifth Estate! That's right-- The Pirate Bay shirt scene!

Effective Immediately

“Everything’s going out at once in case there’s a gag order”

“I’m struggling to keep it to 14 pages.”

Julian was bombarded with pages that two members of the guardian were giving him. This was all about his upcoming leak, the biggest one yet. This was the first public release of 91,000 Iraq war logs.

Kat was standing outside the office, not wanting to disrupt the meeting. Since she was not technically part of the WikiLeaks staff (she still managed to convince people that she was Julian’s PA) nor a journalist, she saw it best to keep her nose out of those sorts of meetings.

“Kat?”

Kat looked up to see Daniel walking towards her.

“Oh, hello Daniel!”

“Where’s Julian?”

Kat pointed to the office behind her “Why, what’s going on?” she questioned curiously, she noticed that Daniel sounded annoyed. She then wondered if the reason why Daniel was angry was because of Julian.

‘Of course not! They’re best friends!’

‘Well I did overhear something about a major unedited upcoming release of Iraq war logs… maybe it was that…’

Daniel nodded and annoyed, he almost burst through the door of the office “Julian.” Kat saw Julian look up and that was it. She didn’t hear the rest, she could only see. Julian looked a little annoyed and then stood up.

He walked out of the door, Daniel and possibly Ziggy (the new intern) trailing behind. Kat knew that this may not go well. She sighed and looked at Julian, who was wearing her favourite Pirate Bay shirt underneath a white button up (with all the buttons undone).

“What were you thinking?” Daniel growled.

“We make a promise to our sources to publish in full” Julian retaliated.

“You lied to everyone, you lied to me!”

“It’s funny; I don’t remember you objecting us publishing the names and addresses of every BMP member”

“These sources are fighting for the very thing we are supposed to stand for!”

“And remind me what that is exactly? Hm? Transparency for powerful organisations? Exposing corruption wherever it exists?” He turned to face Daniel.

“We’re going to have to push back publication. There’s no way we can publish in 4 days!”

The two entered another room, Kat decided to follow Ziggy, who waited outside. She sighed, knowing this would end badly.

“14 pages in the Guardian. 12 in the New York Times. This is more coverage than all of the leaks we have had combined. We are winning an information war! Which goes beyond the short term alliance we have with the mainstream media and you want to throw it all away because you fear that some US government informant might come to harm?”

“These are human beings Julian, there are lives at stake!”

“What about the lives of the soldiers and the civilians involved in these conflicts. Death squads, unreported civilian casualties, Countless incidents of ‘friendly fire’! This is information the world needs to know! So the next time you find yourself lecturing me about this organisation, please try and remember why I created it and why I hired you to help me.”

“That’s funny; I don’t remember you hiring me. I don’t recall a contract or a salary. But I guess I should have known when I met J Lim, there is no organisation. There’s just you and your ego and the lies you tell to get whatever the fuck you want!” Daniel almost shouted as Julian walked away a few steps.

Julian inhaled deeply, trying not to show any signs of anger “You know it’s incredible.” He mumbled loud enough for Daniel to hear “How much time you can spend with a person and still have no idea who they are.”

Daniel nodded a few times, clearly fuming. Kat had her fist close up to her lips in anxiety, the tip of her index finger poking the bottom of her nose.

A few more people had gathered out to see this argument.

Julian finally broke the silence “You’re suspended.” He turned around “Effective immediately.” He clicked his fingers and pointed at Kat and cocked his head “Love?” Kat knew the signal and followed him. As she was about to walk down the flight of stairs, Daniel grabbed her arm “Kat, you’re not really going to do this? You’re not going to follow him? Are you?”

Kat sighed “I’m sorry Daniel, I really am.” She brushed Daniel’s hand off of her arm and continued to follow Julian. When she had finally caught up with Julian, she could tell that he was fuming- even more than the incident with Sam.

He didn’t speak a word to her until they reached the hotel room they were staying in, obviously trying not to take his anger out on her. Kat stopped in front of Julian, with her left hand she cupped his left cheek and with her right hand, she curled a few strands of his hair in between her fingers and nuzzled his nose.

“Kat. Please.” Julian sighed.

“Hmm?” Kat mused, signaling that she was paying attention.

Julian then paused “What did Daniel say to you?”

“Julian, are we really going to talk about this now…”

“Yes, what did he say?”

“He asked me if I was really going to follow you. Whose side was I on.”

“And whose side are you on?” Julian questioned.

“You asked me a while ago if you had me. I will always be on your side Julian, always and forever. Not even Daniel can convince me otherwise.” Kat pulled Julian into a hug, pulling her head into his chest.

Julian nuzzled the top of her head and kissed her forehead. He smiled and said “Is it because you love me or you love the Pirate Bay shirt?”

Kat giggled “You know I can’t say no to that shirt and the maroon hoodie… and the cargo pants. But you know that I love you more than your clothes.”

Julian grinned “Thank you Kat. Thanks for everything.”

***

Later that night.... 😏🔥

[thatsmistertoyou]

a list of grievances with the modern internet:

there’s no such thing as ‘no’. it’s always ‘not now’ or ‘snooze’ or ‘remind me later’

fucking cookies popup on every goddamn fucking website you visit. every single time.

when you try to unsubscribe from marketing emails and then you have to log into an account you didn’t know you had

so many ads that a page is completely unreadable

paywalls for information about like, for example, a global public health crisis

ads that make fucking NOISE and/or pause your music/video

when you go to an online store and it tells you to sign up for emails to get a discount, so you put in your email and actually they want your phone number too so they can text you every time you visit. ping ping bitch it’s us again

‘hello fellow kids’ but it’s Sally’s calling you their bestie in the subject line of an email about a shampoo sale. they’re in their shampoo era.

‘don’t skip this ad!’ fuck you

‘choose your ad experience!’ y’all seen that shit on Hulu? just get on with it

every app you download is like, I know you just opened the app for the first time but, would you like to give us money?

‘this is your sign to -‘ no it isn’t, you paid money to put this in front of my eyeballs fucker

my boyfriend Spam Risk is calling me again, he’s so clingy, I dunno how he keeps getting my number after I block him

would you like to hear the opinion of every person in the world about stuff that may or may not even matter? you have no choice, you just read something ignorant and you’re mad now

even if you don’t look at comments, you’re looking at comments. here’s the top one! I sure hope it’s funny or insightful and not just the most inflammatory one that got the most engagement!

that stupid automated tiktok voice or whatever it is, it is so grating to me

whatever the fuck tiktok did to make people censor extremely normal words

whatever the fuck youtube did to make people censor extremely normal words as a means to avoid demonetization

filming or taking pictures of strangers without permission

everything is a fucking subscription. and paid services that didn’t used to have them are now bringing them back because they hate you.

have I mentioned the ads? it’s actually kind of disturbing how much we are bombarded on a daily basis with not only ways to spend money, but our attention. the capital isn’t just money, it’s attention. attention is the best commodity.

I need to lie down.

(Also im far from the first person to make these observations, I just felt compelled to compile them)

[odysseywritings]

Freedom or Reality

@flashfictionfridayofficial

Carter celebrated the dark New Year with a homeward walk across the synthetic parks covered in plastic trees. The blocky statues provided artificial oxygen, but Carter kept the gas mask on as the smog was getting too noxious, and it grew with the black smoke coning from the automated cars. It wasn't dangerous walking at night, though Carter had to calm down after hearing moaning howls breaking the silence.

There weren't many people even in daylight and the few out at night got their kicks pushing uppers, downers, and sidewinders to runaways looking for relief. The lost Johnnies seemed to grow in number, and their cybernetics are rusting almost as quickly as the seniors. Speaking of, the seniors out under the young and middle aged many times over, with retirement facilities every on street.

Carter felt listless and isolated in this electric rural wasteland. Perpetually bored of the misery and unable to care about the blood sports occupying everyone's head. What Carter really wanted was... Oh, it was never going to happen, so Carter saved the energy for walking and hearing for howls.

Carter returned to a shambled house with vines growing around neon lights. The inside fared slightly better with heaps of broken computers littering the floor like tiny mountains. Carter took off the gas mask to reveal a pale face covered in lesions and logged onto the computer to check the forums. A barrage of flashing lights and stimuli bombarded the numbed Carter, with a video of the president speaking monotonously, local moralists raising a stink about the number of books being burned, messages asking for donations for UFO investigations.

Carter went through the motions and clicked away, signing away money and signatures to make the posts end. It was part of being a model citizen to accept everything hitting you and drudgery meant patriotism. But Carter misclicked and went down a tunnel of information from an email meant to be spam. A name Carter never heard before.

It was from a user named Praxis. Inside was a link that beckoned Carter to open.

No one will help you but yourself. Not the government, not God. There is technology that shows reality like you have never dreamed of. We will no longer decay by flesh or silicon. This must be secret so that the police and pastors do not hunt you down. They will not believe that I am already dead and can communicate.

Carter felt a chill. Why did Praxis sound familiar? What was this message about? And more importantly, could there be an escape from the doldrums of life? Carter would no longer be a cog in the machine but something greater. Something freer. It was frightening to head into the unknown where death seemed so close yet trivial.

It tantalized Carter, however, with feelings. Honest feelings that felt human and full. A spirit of freedom that coursed throughout the body, or the parts that still ran with blood and not gas. It was sacrilege to turn technology into a deity, yet it was delicious to taste that ascension denied to common workers. The gas mask would be replaced with the interface.

[yurissweettooth]

Leaving Twitter was the best decision I ever made. Being constantly bombarded with tragedy after tragedy that I could do absolutely nothing about made me so cynical and hopeless and made my agoraphobia so much more crippling and I didn't even realize the full extent of it until I left.

I will no longer succumb to the idea that I need to be informed about everything all the time. To maintain the bare minimum of sanity and functionality I need to be uniformed about most things most of the time and trust that if there's a news event or policy change that affects me or that I can somehow help with (petitions, supporting my loved ones who are affected, etc.) the people around me will tell me (they do).

Not to mention how competitive it feels for people creating things and how distant the fandom had felt (to me) vs the more meaningful interactions I've had here.

And let's not forget how vitriolic a lot of people on there are and how those are the types of posts that get bumped up by the algorithm.

Literally one of the worst websites. After logging off for good in February I am starting to feel like a human being again and not a quivering, anxious pile of mush. It feels like there are good people and good things in the world again which is, unfortunately, a feeling I was starting to forget.

Idk, if you're on there (or any social media tbh, even this one) definitely evaluate how it's making you feel, what you're actually getting out of it, and if the positive returns you're getting outweigh any negative drawbacks.

I'm certainly not one of those "screen bad, go outside!" types because, due to the nature of my disabilities, I pretty much live exclusively in my room and most of my hobbies are digital (writing/drawing, video games, etc.) and indoor/digital hobbies are just as valid as outdoor ones! But if social media is making you feel bad you definitely need to put your phone down for a bit, log out for a while, or log off forever.

[dunadaan]

Oooh does Crea have any hobbies?

She absolutely does, anon!!

Créa actually has quite a few hobbies. Her first really began when she was young, with her father traveling and bringing back pressed flowers from other lands. She herself began to start collecting flora from around where she lived, pressing them in a little journal and writing about where she found them, doing little drawings of them, and trying to figure out their uses, if any. She was quite a little scholar, but admittedly at first she mostly did it because she thought the flowers were beautiful, and picked the prettiest ones, before being fascinated with the natural world around her.

When she left home to become a Ranger, she was suddenly thrust into a new landscape with plants the likes of which she'd never seen. New trees, new flowers, new grasses- her journey was delayed somewhat because she kept stopping to collect leaves and sketch and the like! For a long time, elves and rangers alike would be bombarded with questions from her- what was this? what's its purpose? what's its name? Thankfully, most were patient with her curiosity and even encouraged it, and her journal was packed full of new plants. As time went on, however, she realized it was getting too full, and mixed in with her daily logs describing her day and what she did, and she began to move over some of the extra pickings of dried plants to a new journal- one that was dedicated solely to collecting all the knowledge she could on plants. Over the years it grew exponentially in size as she traveled and discovered new (to her) plants, and what started as a personal passion project began to take on a new meaning as the cumulative knowledge of (almost) all the plants in Eriador, and eventually, in Middle-earth.

In her lifetime during the Fourth Age, her collection is officially published for widespread use, (though I've never come up with a title for it), and it's an invaluable resource for many healers and others alike, as much of the information was lost or previously unknown to many, and one of the last few books ever published with the direct knowledge given by the elves before they all sailed.

Oops I blabbed a lot BUT another important hobby related to above is gardening! She's a very talented gardener and has an incredible green thumb. I like to think she was some sort of farmer in her life before she discovered her dúnedain heritage, and she still decided to take a part of that life with her. She carried the seeds from her home but wasn't sure she'd every do anything with them, being on the move all the time with her new life.

Some time passes, and Créa really struggled to find where she belonged. Evendim was her chosen area to stay, but she was at a serious disadvantage. She was no scholar, and wasn't raised with stories of the Dúnedain, nor their history. She's no archeologist who can help with sherds or artifacts. She can fight, but anyone could wield a blade, and her reading, writing, and speaking in Sindarin was not the best as she struggled to learn. She wanted to contribute in her own way and felt out of place, and like an outsider for a long period of time.

It wasn't until exploring the ruins of Tham Nambarth, overlooking the ruins of Tinnudir that a sudden idea came to her. She had been told these grand estates once used to grow grains for the city- and she realized she could repurpose the grounds for her own garden. One that could support the small gathering of Rangers here, or be used for trade with the Hobbits of Oatbarton. She kept it as secret as she could, wanting to surprise the others, though she enlisted help from friends when she could. It was a lot of work, converting an abandoned area with centuries of weeds and grass to a large garden bed, but she did it, and it's her proudest achievement. It was something unique that directly contributes to the Rangers, and she can keep them well fed with food she grew herself. (I also headcanon that her garden has been destroyed a few times and wrote a long fic about it dfgdsfg)

The building itself stores the dried and pickled foods for winter, ready to transport to the camp below, and the gardens boast of berries, herbs, tubers, squashes, beans of all sorts- really, anything she could get her hands on that would grow in the soil. If you can't find her out on patrol or in the keep, she's usually in the garden, covered in dirt and smelling of earth :)

As far as other hobbies...like I mentioned before, she sketches landscapes and plants to try and accurately reflect the environment she found them in. I think she also paints a little to get the colors right. And for the fun of it, because I like bird watching, I think she enjoys bird watching and identifying too! And it makes sense since the dúnedain can talk to and understand birds so!

She also loves swimming- she spent many summers swimming in the Anduin, and is one of the strongest swimmers in Evendim! Hasn't beat Calenglad yet though. If there's a body of water, she's more than likely going to jump in, like a duck to water.

[rainydayladybug]

Hey crypto terf I get off to fanfiction: BOO!

Gotta love how “TERF” has conveniently become so detached from the core transmisogyny/intentional exclusion + violent demonization of trans women.. to the point that people think that calling trans people, especially trans women and other TMA people, “TERFs” is a morally superior action. And tangible form of trans allyship.

And it’s somehow NEVER due to stances or topics related to radical feminism, or the core pro-trans women’s exclusion, that would even warrant the mention (or accusation) of “TERF”. Somehow even the hate groups that target us become weaponized against us, with the vague claim that it’s for our own good and our protection.

And for anyone who wants to know what this stemmed from.. I mentioned on a post that hypothetical incest/rape/abuse/CSA survivors are always thrown in the faces of those who criticize the public eroticization + normalization of these topics in fan fiction (somehow always written in the most tacky, immature, harmful ways), because “maybe the author and everyone jacking off to it is coping with trauma!!”.. but that no one seems to care about the actual victims of these traumas who express discomfort (or even just ask for trigger warnings or have a DNI). Instead these survivors get called fascists and, in this case, TERFs. Because our existence as survivors is only allowed in these circles if we comfort, support, and sexually feed anyone who jacks off to our abuse.

And, since no one on this site can grasp any nuance or form their own thoughts, and they think all complex social justice issues / issues of morality are sorted into “PRO” and “ANTI” or “INCLUSIONIST” or “EXCLUSIONIST” (because that’s the only complexity that their still-forming virgin brains can comprehend) criticizing this toxic behavior within fanfiction circles somehow means you’re against all forms of erotica, and loathe + exclude all trans women from your activism. even if you’re a trans woman yourself. not sure how trans women got inherently linked + embedded in your right to *checks notes* write an online novel about Dora and Diego fucking, without criticism.

And for the record, I also have controversial/“problematic” kinks that have formed due to years of sexual abuse. But I don’t stomp my feet like an angry toddler denied fruit gummies when other abuse survivors express discomfort with kinks like mine, and the endless (tacky and horribly-handled) erotica + porn that fetishizes our abuse, and normalizes it and becomes a tool in grooming the kids/teens that have full access to the platforms they get uploaded to.

This site is full of children (who’ve been bombarded from incredibly young + formative ages with violent, unrealistic porn in this digital age) and self-admitted adult virgins who either think sex is “yucky” and talk about it in incredibly immature ways, or their concept of sex revolves around terribly-written + unrealistic erotica created by other adult virgins.. like I really don’t expect to have mature, informed conversations about sex or trauma on here. Like I’ve had more nuanced, mutually-critical discussions about this on fucking Fetlife and in BDSM dungeons. It’s incredibly on-brand for me to be accused, with barely any context and no justification, of being a TERF and a fascist (as a trans Jew) on this performative faux-leftist site, all because I’m not applauding whatever low-quality fictional garbage y’all spend hours every day hyper-fixating on.

And I hate how I can’t even tell you to log off and finish your algebra homework or something, because I can’t tell if you’re a 14 year old just trying to be edgy, or a 35 year old white queer from Portland who fights for the rights of “pro-shippers” more than they fight for actual minorities.

[rostbef]

Internet is really becoming fucking unusable. You have to log in everywhere, every time you log in you have to wait for some fucking verification code and then when you log in you get a notification about a login. Unless you know how to use specialised search engines you can’t find any worthwhile information, only whetever’s best optimisied for search engines. Every purchase sends you through a bunch of hoops and you end up with like seven emails. “You have purchased...” “We are processing your payment...” “Your payment has been processed...” holy shit shut the fuck up. Any time I try to do anything online I feel like I am being bombarded by a torrent of useless data.

[ahmedreviews]

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[syrakhanistan]

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>Welcome [USER]. >You have [1] new message and [1] activity. >>Activity

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>Battle control ONLINE. Comms status: Active. >Currently viewing: Grid No. 40N20E.

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>OpCom: Thanks for logging in at such short notice. It's an all-hands on deck situation. >A: Orders, sir? >OpCom: Grid 40N20E, zoom in. >A: Copy. >OpCom: Anything unusual? >A: Negative. Is this a combat scenario? Does HAMMER need to-- >OpCom: Not currently. Just a... necessary precaution. >A: Permission to observe closer? I'm seeing some larger movement. >Opcom: Granted. >A: ...Sir, OpFor-1 appears to be retreating from the area of combat. >OpCom: Relevance? >A: Well, off-the-record? >OpCom: Speak, son. That's an order. >A: Tch. Well, either way. Point I was going to make in less proper terms... >A: This OpFor, the one I've marked? In my current command sit of this area, they haven't behaved this way unless-- >A: Well... >OpCom: I am inclined to agree, from your previous reports and from Int on the ground. >A: Should I get-- >OpCom: Wait, we've got new intel. Need you to get [REDACTED] for a moment, just there? >A: Copy. >OpCom: Standby on that view. Looking for any odd visuals. >A: ...oh no. >OpCom: [REDACTED]? What's the sit looking like? >A: Sir, they've fired-- >OpCom: I'm seeing it. Time is of the essence - can you get a cl >[END OF LINE].

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>Grid:40N20E >Zoom: Enabled. Y/N. >Y. >Grid:40N20E - 1.7 >Confirm. Y/N. >Y. >Grid:40N20E - 2.5 >Communications disruption detected. Make Emergency State Save? Y/N. >Y. >... >Saved. >Shutting down...

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Video shows the region colloquially known as the Middle East from space. The Moon and, for certain people, [REDACTED], are seen on the horizon, making the camera slightly more blurry due to [REDACTED] [REDACTED].

Video zooms in to region known as Golan Heights. Several OpFor-1 groups are seen in a rushed retreat.

Video feed zooms down a little further to a desert region, before cutting off abruptly.

Photograph shows a single large missile - identified as a patchwork combining elements of the Jericho-4 missile from the former Israel and the JL-4 missile from the PRC - deploying a Multiple independently targetable reentry vehicle (MIRV) in orbit, with half the payload remaining in high altitude and the other half appearing to fall onto the region. The photo did not finish processing, as can be seen by one of the payloads radiating a bright flash.

The author of this log notes that this event, now known as the Golan Heights Nuclear Border Event, was an attack by the fledgling MSF onto [REDACTED], which involved a double-tap operation of using a nuclear EMP to disable OpFor equipment and then bombarding the area. As of [REDACTED - CURRENT DATE], the glassing of the Golan Heights has resulted in a vast field of Trinitite/Almagordo Glass, making the informal term regarding the deployment of nuclear weapons abhorrently literal.

The HAMMER project holds several similarly classified photos of the region from space, that are simultaneously stunning as well as positively disturbing.

[aurorathoughts]

Week 9/27: Buzzsumo Viral Story

I decided to research on Buzzsumo a viral story a co-worker was telling me about recently. I mentioned to them how I loved the Tabi by the Maison Marginal and how badly I wanted one. These shoes are easily over $1,000. This coworker then tells me about about a viral story of how this guy and a girl went on a date and the guy stole her tabi shoes? She said she followed this on Tik Tok and I don't have one but it sound so crazy to me. I decided to search on Buzzsumo to see where I can find the source of this story.

When searching "tabis shoe" into the search for the trending stories for the past week to month, the first result was "What's really happening with those missing tabi shoes?", this was by the New York Times. However, you need a subscription to the website in order to view the articles. I kept scrolling through and the last result on the first page starts off "She meets a guy on Tinder, invites him home, and he steals her shoe..." This sound like the story that I was familiar with from hearing a small summary from my co-worker.

The website that the article was on was oicanadian.com. The website itself didn't seem too authentic. I tried searching oicanadian about page first and it came up with this.

It was just strange because this story takes place in NYC however the "About Us" states they talk about celebrity news and rising stars in Canada. My guess is that this story was extremely viral so that is why they covered it and featured it on their website.

Going back to the story, I decided to search on TikTok itself for the viral story. Her TikTok username is @nextlevellexuss and the first pinned video that I can see had 1.5 Million Views and it says across the video "NYC FASHION GIRLIES BEWARE". I watch that video and she says the entire story from her point of view of what happened. I can see why this went viral because her story telling was good and the story itself is so insane. The guy was invited back to her apartment after their date and spent the night. The next morning when this guy was getting ready to leave her apartment, he mentions there was this Spotify playlist he wanted her to listen to. He said he didn't have it on his phone and said he will find it on hers. After he leaves the apartment, she realizes that her Tabi Shoes were missing on her shoe shelf. And he mentioned last night how badly he wanted Tabi shoes. She doesn't want to think she's crazy so she goes to message him on Tinder where she originally was speaking to him and realized that he was unmatched and she goes to her call log and their call history was deleted.

I scroll down a bit on her TikTok and watch the other related videos to the "Tabi Shoe stealer" to get the rest of the resolved story. All of the videos that she put out with the updates matched up with the article that was written on oicanadian.com

This tab shoe stealer story became viral on TikTok and in the very first video she put out was shared 41,000 times. She even states in her next videos after the original one with the updates, that she had no idea that the story was going to go viral. The people who shared the story got it to the right people and they were able to message and share with her the thieve's instagram, information to get in touch with his sister, and even finding out that the guy had a girlfriend. He kept denying her and private his instagram when she reached out to him. She was able to find out more details that this guy actually gifted the shoes to his girlfriend and then I guess after getting bombarded by the internet, he finally gave in after denying.

She made a requested video on TikTok of them meeting up for him to give back her shoes. This happened so fast for this girl since it wasn't too long after that she received her Tabi shoes. The original video was put out on September 1 and the retrieval of the Tabis video was September 5. I got these from the video dates at the bottom of the TikTok's. Her update videos were posted on September 2 which is when she found out her story went viral and that she was able to get in touch with the guy eventually.

It is just so crazy but not surprising how this happened so fast. It's amazing because now with viral stories we can track down thieves faster than ever!