#idk why it looks so ugly on mobile

[aquawhim]

Tutorial to switch from Gshade to Reshade for ts4

The original tutorial for switching to reshade is for ffxiv, and there are some minor differences for the sims 4, so I figured out I can show you how I switch to Gshade for ts4! Credits to op for sharing the original tutorial for ffxiv.

This is intend for those who want their Gshade presets to look exactly the same on Reshade.

I’m not here to inform why you need to switch to Reshade and force everyone to do so. If you wish to know more about the situation, read this and this). Gshade still works if you’re not on the newest version (4.1.1), and is pretty much safe to use at the time writing this tutorial. Feel free to continue using it if you’re aware of the risks.

1. Backup your preset and shader folder

Go to “Documents/The Sims 4/Game/Bin/Gshade-presets” and “Program Files/GShade/Gshade-shaders” to back up respective folders. Lost/deleted your “Gshade-shaders” already? You can grab it here.

**If you use custom shaders downloaded separately (not from the Gshade program itself, e.g. full bloom multiLUT by picture amoebae), then copy the Gshade custom shader folder as well. (I’m not sure about the location, since I don’t use custom shaders and I’ve uninstalled Gshade already. Gshade should have created a shortcut on your desktop, or you could probably find it in “Program Files/GShade/” as well.)

2. Uninstall Gshade

Run Gshade uninstalled in “Program Files/Gshade/Gshade Uninstaller”, then go to your game folder and delete “d3d9.dll”. (Or “d3d9”. If it doesn’t exist, don’t worry. When you install reshade, it’ll tell you if there’s any file interfering the reshade installation.)

3. Install Reshade

Install whichever Reshade version you’d like to use. Run the exe file, choose the sims 4, then direct X9. Only check “standard shaders”.

4. Replace shaders and presets folder

Replace the content in “Reshade-shaders” in your game folder with those in “Gshade-shaders” you backed up in step 1. Copy and paste the “Gshade-presets” into your game folder, then change the name to “Reshade-presets”.

**if you use custom shaders, paste the content from “Gshade-custom shaders” to “Reshade-shaders” as well

5. Delete Gshade folders

For some reason, your GShade folder may still be there even after the uninstaller told you that the files will be deleted after restarting your pc. Go to “Program Files/Gshade”. Check if it’s still here and delete it manually if it is.

6. Edit global preprocessor definitions

Your MXAO & DOF shaders don’t work? Your game turned into a horror movie like this?

Don’t worry, after you start the game, press “numpad 7” to bring up the menu. Go to edit global preprocessor definitions, change “RESHADE_DEPTH_INPUT_IS_REVERSED” to 0.

Voilà! These shaders should work again!

Congratulations, your Gshade presets now work on Reshade! If you have any problems feel free to pm me<33 (I’ll respond faster on my instagram)

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Gosh please please please can you write something daniel x reader maybe inspired by too sweet by hozier when he thinks(some internal turmoil cuz he can't stay away from her) she's too sweet/innocent for him or something like but it turns out to be further from the truth?? I love love love your writing, i think about please's and thank you's at least three times a day since i read it. You're so immensely talented!!!

I'd really really appreciate it.

(i don't mind age gap(like up to 10years), some kinky smut or even a bit of morally grey characters as long as there are no explicit mentions of past relationships or cheating and etc., happy ending plss, and I won't mind if you add a pinch of "who did this to you")

Ly ly ly

𝖍𝖙𝖙𝖕𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖊'𝖘 2𝕶 𝕾𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑 | 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖊𝖑 𝕽𝖎𝖈𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖔 𝕰𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝐓𝐒𝐀

Summary: She’s too pure for him. She hasn’t been damaged by life like he has and he hopes you never will be. So, that’s why Daniel can never allow himself to be with her. He knows she’s convinced herself that she can fix him, but he knows that the longer he sticks around, the more he’s ruining her. He finds it cynical: their relationship (or lack of a relationship) reads like one of the books she’s obsessed with: right person wrong time or forbidden love. Daniel learns that it might be a little darker of a trope—like one of her books that she never allows him to see a page of. Content Warning: 18+ only. mdni. implied sexual content. mild!yandere!reader. stalking. sabotage. angst with a happy ending. lando and max are here. not edited at all. mentioned alcoholism. pov switch. fights? idk danny gets his ass beat. possessive!reader. can you find the hozier inspo in here? probably. Pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!reader (black-coded? but not mentioned in the fic, i think) Word Count: 2.7k words.

Author’s Notes: okay! this is past me (6/11) hoping that the tumblr queue doesn’t do me dirty! this should be posted on thursday, because i won’t be able to manually post it on my own as i’ll be hiking in san diego the whole day :p

this was formatted on mobile so please ignore how ugly it looks :( and also ignore the ugly writing i’ve never written dark/morally gray characters so i’m pretty sure i did your request like terribly LMAO. um also i couldn’t find a way to write smut into it? so again i apologize for that :/

anyways, please bare with me. i’ll make it pretty when i get back to my computer…on sunday 🥴

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Daniel meets you in the elevator. At first, he thought you were a Formula One fan who snuck into the condo trying to get a glimpse of your favorite driver (himself, obviously) but, he learned that you’re his new next-door neighbor. It was awkward; he accused you of following him to his room and felt like the world’s worst person when you—dressed in the cutest pink dress and matching flowy bow tied in your hair—stared at him terrified, before you unlocked the door to your flat and slammed the door behind you quickly without a word.

He sent you a bouquet of pink orchids the next morning, along with a hand written card apologizing for his rude behavior and that he hoped the two of you could become good neighbors and friends. It seemed all was fixed, as the next time he ran into you, you greeted him softly, like nothing had happened. It was 5 A.M: you were starting your day and Daniel was ending his night.

Daniel was on his third drunken attempt of shoving his key vaguely in the direction of his lock on the door, when you exited your flat with a yoga mat over your shoulder and a water bottle that was comically large. With a hushed ‘good morning,’ you kindly helped Daniel into his apartment, telling him to drink a big glass of water and have pain killers ready when he wakes up; there was no judgment in your wide brown eyes, only tenderness, and a slight hint of worry. He woke up after twelve at the sound of a knock, his head pulsing with pressure and his sight slightly blurry from not quite sleeping all the drunk away.

He eventually made it to his front door and found that you ordered him lunch: a chicken wrap and sweet potato chips, from one of his favorite brunch cafés—Daniel figured you have good taste, as he doesn’t recall ever telling you about this meal in either of the two interactions you’ve had. So, he ate, drank plenty of water, freshened up, and debated if he should go over and express his gratitude, or whatever. He decided he will, and found himself putting on a nice watch and a few too many sprays of his expensive smelling cologne. Daniel didn’t let any thoughts of why he was prettying himself up cross his mind; he’s simply thanking you; a girl far too young, and probably far too sweet for his tastes.

You brushed off his thanks shyly, hidden behind your door with a blush strong enough Daniel saw it paint your dimpled cheeks and he knew he wouldn’t be able to stay away. Thinking quick enough to rival his reflexes, he offered to exchange phone numbers so the two of you could meet up and he could buy you a coffee. You entered your name in his phone with a yellow heart next to it.

The coffee meet-up had to wait due to Daniel’s hectic schedule, yet the texting flourished. He initiated the beginning of your text thread the next day, mindlessly texting you about how he overheard Emilio (another neighbor) arguing with his wife on the phone; Daniel said she’s probably going to mail him divorce papers within the next week. You replied that it was mean to eavesdrop and gossip. Daniel followed up saying it’s not eavesdropping if said person was screaming into his phone in the hallway, and he wasn’t gossiping, he’s merely keeping you informed.

Daniel laughed in the middle of his motorhome listening to the voice message you sent four days later, eagerly telling him about how you saw Emilio in the lobby with a couple boxes and without a wedding ring on his finger.

It was a warm morning, when you and Daniel finally managed to meet for coffee. You scrunched your nose in distaste when he ordered plain black coffee; Daniel did the same when you ordered a drink that was mainly milk and sugar. Daniel chuckled when you claimed the amount of coffee in your drink had you wired for the rest of the day. He decided to let you believe that, and not inform you that it was most likely the sugar content that had you crashing hours later.

Daniel invited you over for burgers one night and you comment that his home looks like a mix of a “mojo dojo casa house” and a “minimalistic hell.” You gifted him a throw blanket and a potted plant the next day, and continued to text him reminders about watering it.

Around 10 P.M. on another night, he’s yelling at Max for cheating at fifa. Max laughed around the lip of his beer bottle before the two of them paused at the sound of a knock. Daniel checked the door and opened it to see you: fuzzy slippers, eye-mask on your forehead, bonnet, matching pajama set, and pout on your lips with a sleepy tilt to your eyebrows. He apologized for the noise and promised to quiet down. Daniel threatened to kick the Dutchman out when he teased him for having a “crush.” He doesn’t get crushes, he’s a grown man.

Daniel spends less time in night clubs and more time with you. You took him to sip and paint nights, pottery classes, hiking, even bookstores. You order him to not open any of the books he’s holding for you; Daniel tries to take a peek when you scan through one and you slam the book shut, saying it’s too dark for your liking. He doesn’t comment when you end up getting it (Daniel paid).

He kissed you in your apartment, halfway through Howl’s Moving Castle. He proceeded to tell you it was a mistake. You teared up when he said you were too pure for him, arguing back that you weren’t a child. The tears fell when Daniel claimed he’s too old for you, that he’d only hurt you. He returned to his apartment, figurative tail tucked between his legs, and heard you crying through the wall. He fell asleep hating himself.

Daniel distanced himself from you; he misses your shared adventures and condo gossip, but he never forgets to water your potted plant, even without your texts. He fell back into the clubs, bringing home various women but never manages to get them in bed due to various things going wrong. He gets stuck in the elevator with Stephanie who happened to claustrophobic for hours, locked in the stairwell with Sofia who sprains her ankle in five-inch heels, the fire-alarm interrupts him and Kiana just as he unlocks the door, and his kitchen sink burst when he lifted Laura on the counter.

He tries to console Laura, who runs from his flat in drenched clothes, and sees you staring at her in confusion from your doorway as she rushes past. Daniel apologizes for waking you again, and you shrug, ignoring his words, murmuring that he should call maintenance before he floods the entire floor and shutting your door in his face.

Your potted plant starts to wilt, no matter if Daniel moves it in or out of direct sunlight, if he waters it less or more, or if he changes the soil, or adds fertilizer. The universe has it out for Daniel.

He finds himself in an ultra-private lounge, dim-lighting, sultry piano, and dark decor enhancing his dramatics as he reveals how he ruined his life to Max, Lando, and the bartender who will be tipped handsomely for pretending to care. The piano fades to the end of the piece just as Daniel wraps up his lament.

“It sounds like you deserve it, honestly,” Max stated bluntly, Lando nodding agreeably at his side.

Daniel groans into his hands, lifting his head to say that he’s already aware of that, but freezes when he sees you rise from the seat of the piano. Your figure is snug within a floor length, backless, black dress, complemented with gold jewelry, and makeup that opposes your angelic nature. You bow your head slightly in the direction of the tables clapping at your performance, stumbling briefly when your eyes meet Daniel’s. You smile softly and begin to make your way over to him.

“Oh, fuck,” Daniel shrinks into his seat, as the other two drivers stare at him in confusion.

“Hi, neighbor,” you start airily, before turning to smile at Lando and Max, “Hello.”

“You didn’t tell me you worked here,” Daniel mentions.

“You never asked,” you narrow your eyes at him, before relaxing, “I also don’t work here—this is my brother’s bar. The pianist suddenly fell sick and I offered to fill in.”

“Oh,” Daniel hums, “This doesn’t seem like your type of scene.”

You snort, rolling your eyes, “You should know better than to tell me where, what, or who I do or do not belong with.”

“Okay!” Lando claps, kicking Daniel’s shin under the table, everyone ignores his muffled groan of pain, “Sit with us for a minute, if you can take a break. Danny is seriously obsessed with you.”

You take the offered chair next to Max and sigh, “Really? I couldn’t tell,” all three men wince at your dig, but you continue, “Did he tell you that he almost flooded the entire floor last week?”

Daniel watches as you charm his friends, the three of you chattering happily over his demise, and ignoring him as you do so. He can’t find it in himself to be annoyed, only thankful, as this is the first time in weeks that you’ve been in his presence for more than five minutes. You smell so good. Is that weird of Daniel to think?

Unfortunately, the four of you are interrupted far too soon. Your brother calls you over from behind the bar; his expression is less than pleased, jaw tensed with irritation, and Daniel thinks the look in his eyes has a hint of crazy. He wonders if you told your brother about him. Hopefully not—the man looks like he could fold Daniel like a lawn chair without breaking a sweat. The three men watch as you argue with your brother; it doesn’t seem like it’s going in your favor.

Lando calls Daniel’s name, “Mate—she’s good for you.”

“Nah, mate. I’ll only ruin her.”

“Daniel,” Max scolds, “The few months you were ditching us for her were the happiest I’ve seen you. I wasn’t worried that you would be passed out in a random club or yacht after giving yourself alcohol poisoning.”

“She’s sweet, Danny. I think she’s exactly what you need,” Lando adds, “You've convinced yourself that you don’t deserve anything good. She’s trying to prove you wrong and you need to let her.”

He doesn’t answer verbally, he chooses to shake his head and remain silent. You make your way over to the table again and stand in front of them with a pout.

“It’s past my bedtime, apparently,” you huff, turning your head to glare at your brother, “Don’t worry about paying tonight, it’s on the house.” You exchange polite goodbyes with Lando and Max, Daniel gets a soft smile. He watches you leave the bar with a sad tilt to his lips, then orders a shot of whiskey.

You’re sat on your couch, freshly showered and ready for bed. It’s 1 A.M. and Daniel usually doesn’t end his nights out for another hour. So, it makes sense for you to be worried when you see his location nearing your shared condo building an hour early. Did you sneakily (his phone password is his birthday, it wasn’t that hard) use his phone and share his own location with you? Yes. But, you did it with good intentions. You worry about him when he’s not with you.

You decide to go down to the lobby and pretend to ask if you received any packages in hopes of intercepting Daniel when he walks in. You don’t manage to step out of the elevator when you suddenly have an armful of a bruised-up Australian. His lip is busted and you can see a bruise blooming high on his right cheekbone. You start to shake with anger.

Furiously pressing the button of your floor and slamming the ‘close door’ button, you frantically question Daniel, “What the hell? I left you not even two hours ago, and you look like a mess. Did you get into a fight, did you get mugged, did you—“

“Did your brother beat my ass for hurting you?” Daniel groans, not fighting your motions as you tug him out of the elevator and into your flat, “Yes, he did.”

You pause and grumble angrily, forcing Daniel to take a seat on your couch. You rush into your kitchen for ice, then to the bathroom for a first aid kit. He doesn’t fight when you order him to ice his cheek, and lets you hold his face to tilt his head at every angle possible, as if it’ll expose any more damage. Eventually, you end up looking into his eyes, pretending that you have the knowledge to know what a possible concussion looks like, even though you really just wanted an excuse to look at him.

Unconsciously, your thumb rubs soothingly along his temple, Daniel leans further into your hand. His tongue flicks out for a brief second, and he flinches when it disturbs the cut on his bottom lip. Blinking rapidly, you clear the haze from your eyes and frown as you turn to rifle through the first aid kit.

“I can’t believe he put his hands on you,” you bite out angrily, finding a disinfectant cloth to clean his lip, “I don’t know why I tell him anything anymore.”

Daniel winces at the sting of alcohol, remaining quiet as he watches the focus that covers your expression.

“I apologize for him,” you mumble, “He doesn’t think clearly when it comes to me, he thinks he’s like my guard dog or something,” you dispose of the wipe and grab an ointment, “I promise you I told him that the only thing you did was waste my time and hurt my feelings,” Daniel deflates under your hands, “It’s not like you physically hurt me…or anything. He’s just an idiot. I’ll kill him.”

At that, Daniel laughs quietly, dropping the ice from his cheek so you can clean that too, “Don’t say that. You’re such a sweetheart, you couldn’t hurt your own brother. Also—I’m not sure if he hoped this would make me stay away from you, because if you keep rubbing my face like that, I might fall in love.”

You hum, pleased you have him eating out of the palm of your hand, “Have some decorum, Daniel. You sound desperate. Also, he knows that I don’t like people touching what’s mine.”

“Oh? You’re possessive,” Daniel teases, “Is it bad if I kinda like that?”

Your heart flutters, he’s really the best for you. He doesn’t need to know about the lengths you went to ensure any of the girls he tried to bring home didn't make it into his bed. It's a shame Sofia sprained her ankle; that was not intentional on your part.

You shrug lightly, “No, it’s not bad. I think it makes you perfect for me. As long as you don’t mind a little crazy. And—don’t think you’re off the hook. You still have to apologize for making me cry.”

Daniel nods seriously, “I’ll fall to my knees and beg right now, if that’s what it takes.”

Sticking a plaster over his cheek, you stand and gesture for him to do so too, “Okay. Kneel.”

“Huh,” he chokes, eyes wide with disbelief, “You’re serious?”

“If you beg well enough, I’ll let you eat me out.”

The sound of his knees hitting the floor echoes.

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[wormshirt]

As someone who uses a mobility aid and has muscular tension that cause me general body and joint pain and stiffness from the hips down on both sides what would kill me with doctor who wouldn't be the running it'd be the fucking stairs. They don't always have stairs in doctor who but oh boy when they do. I can run super fast and then inevitably injure my hips and suffer through it and keep limping along through the pain but if it's a flight of stairs between me and safety I'm so dead. If I don't take those stairs 1 step at a time my knees WILL lock or my muscles will throw such a massive hissy fit that it'll take me TWICE the time it takes your average person to go up those stairs and I will be killed or kinapped or put through some strange and unusual scifi horror by step 3. The doctor and I (limping) run down 50000000 hallways and we reach the end of a hall with only a reasonably sized staircase on the other end of it and the doctor immediately starts vaulting up the steps 3 at a time until he turns around and notices that I have stopped completely at the bottom of the steps to stare at him blithely. He starts trying to get me to go up the stairs or ask what the hell I think I'm doing and I slowly lower myself back down to the ground and cross my arms over my chest and begin reciting funeral prayers with a serene smile. The big evil monster comes after me and I am eaten. Badly. The doctor yells NOOOOO really loud and cries a little maybe idk and then is emo about it for like half a season until they end up back by the staircase in a season finale or something and it's revealed that the stairs are magic stairs that preserve the conciousness of any ugly ass bitch who hates staircases enough and the doctor is implied to have know this all along. and the doctor gives me some heartbroken major depressive disorder poster child look and a little speech about how they "couldn't have come back here for blah blah excuses reasons" and I smile sweetly and say "why the fuck didn't you have an emergency exit strategy or some shit incase the guy who uses a fucking cane couldn't do some shit like go up stairs super fast because he uses a fucking cane. Hello. Not even mad. Are you stupid. You are a timelord. Your people let your gay ass fuck off to who knows where because you're the dumbest timelord ever and they couldn't stand your stupid ass. I can't believe I'm stuck on this gay ass space station with this lame ass death for all of eternity because you didn't think that the guy who struggles to go up stairs would struggle to go up stairs. You wanna know what the alien said to me before he ate me. He said hey that dude you're here with sucks so bad and is stupid and gay and lame as hell. And I would have said 'yeah lol' but then he ate me. He ate me because of stairs doctor. Stairs." And then I'd stay forever trapped with my soul in that staircase just so I could spend the rest of enternity sending spam calls and telemarketers to the tardis phone. The doctor's investigating something outside an alien bar somewhere and sees ads like XXX Brittany Wants To Spend a NIGHT With YOU Sexy! Hot Singles in your area! Call here for a night of FUN! HOT SINGLE Xxeksifloryean Milfs Looking For a MATE in GALAXIES NEAR YOU!!!!❤️❤️❤️ and softly puts a hand on the posters and goes "I'm sorry I couldn't save you....." five seconds later jerry from *TOTALLY REAL* intergalactic statefarm NOT A FAKE NOT A SCAM calls up the doctor on the TARDIS phone to ask about the doctor's insurance info. Somewhere I kick an ugly ass step on a stupid fucking staircase and break my ghost toe. I hop around and start swearing.

[sippywippy]

my friends comments on tf2 characters just by appearance

ft. ssome slurs we can say and ummm not kind nor important nor helpful language ^_^

scout

meowmeow : minecraft youtuber, british, ugly looks like my old stepdad, no facial hair makes him uglier, only faggots shave

woof : replied with chat gpt telling me to leave her alone

soldier

meowmeow : he looks like a strawberry dipped in chocolate

pyro

meowmeow : FUCK ME -> why are his pants so low hes like those black people

woof : i genuinely think he looks like a hey mamas lesbian

demo

meowmeow : his gun looks like a dildo

woof : "its easier to fake a smile than to explain why youre sad" ahh sticky note😭 🙏 🙏 🙏 🙏

engineer

meowmeow : Dude all these characters look like theyd have big dicks i wanna ride them & why are his feet so long

woof : defending scaramouche with her life in another channel

heavy

meowmeow : word girl sandwich man (chuck), why does he have a syringe on his gun

woof : he looks likw he gets men pregnant idk

medic

meowmeow : why does he look like a flayed rabbit in this picture

woof : nothing

spy

meowmeow : he looks like a monkey HE LOOKS LIKE HED HAVE A NEW YORK ACCENT

woof : isnt francw like anti muslim why is he wearijng a mask he clearly has one of those like hostage porn kinks

sniper

meowmeow : he looks like the guy that shot himself

woof : too racist for tumblr

miss pauling

meowmeow : shes like those 3d animations with the cum all ovwr the walls and everything

woof : SHE LOOKS LIKE LILY FROM LILYS GARDEN

EXTRAS

saxton hale

meowmeow : he looks like some guy from a farming mobile app i think

woof : is that the guy u have on mudae (i dont sadly)

burly beast medic

meowmeow : 🤤 licks

woof :

ok thanks

[minijenn]

Jen Tortures Herself With Every Dreamworks Animated Movie Ever: Shark Tale

See now this is the part where the word "torture" really becomes accurate because oh my fucking god that's exactly what this hell movie is.

So uh yeah. Shark Tale. It sucks. Do I really need to go on? It's insufferably annoying with ugly ass characters who are incredibly unlikable, with a paper thin plot that beats you over the head with its message right from the very start. But I suppose if I have to break it down....

The movie stars Will Smith Fish I mean Oscar, who's a self-centered clout chaser who wants to become a "somebody" and a cliche misunderstanding succenly launches him into the status of a hero known as the Sharkslayer. This happens after the son of some shark mob boss (yes there's a shark mob shut up I hate it too) dies in an accident, and his other son, Lenny (who's a vegetarian, idk how that's possible, just roll with it) befriends Oscar and the two stage another shark slaying to keep Oscar in the limelight. Inset a stupid ass love triangle with Lola, the blatant gold digger, and Angie, Oscar's best friend who spends the entire movie pathetically simping over this piece of shit, and well... you have the cinematic mess that is Shark Tale.

So the plot sucks, the whole messages of "tell the truth" and "status and wealth aren't everything" are so beaten into you the movie barely gives you a chance to think about them for yourself. But even worse than that plot are the characters. Oscar is just so damn unlikeable man, he's a lying asshole who only really cares about upward mobility and is willing to screw the few people who do care about him over to get it. Angie is just as bad, a bitchy, jealous simp who more or less gaslights Oscar into loving her by the end imo. The other characters are all one-note and lame, but I guess if any of them are mildly amusing, Lenny is the best of the bunch, if only because he's not an utterly miserable tool like everyone else in this movie is.

The music is the typical early 2000s Dreamworks pop nonsense, it wasn't too insufferable given the vibe of the movie, but still, it wasn't anything standout. The animation is... ok, but god these fugly ass character designs. Why oh WHY did they decide to putt Will Smith's face on a fucking FISH? Who looked at this and thought THIS WAS OK????

I will say the backgrounds and environments are genuinely nice to look at though, probably one of the very few redeeming qualities this film has to offer. As for everything else, well, there's a reason this movie lives in infamy as one of the worst things Dreamworks has ever put out. It sinks to scrub the bottom of the barrel (get it? Ok I'll shut up) in just about every way there is. It's riddled with lame puns, unfunny jokes, blatant product placements, and just about every stupid cliche you can think of for a kids movie. Save yourself the trouble and leave this one for the fishes (goddammit now the stupid ass movie has me doing it too).

Overall Rating: 2/10

Verdict: Send these ugly ass fish to the toxic waste dump where they belong

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[softhanni]

2024 Media: 72. Spiritfarer (2020) - 5.5/10★ This review is going to be a long one and definitely not spoiler free so I'll write it beneath the cut off <3

Pros: - The concept was very interesting and unique - The art was beautiful, the animations of the characters felt fluid and the character designs were so well done - It has a bit of everything. You can grow crops, upgrade your boat, craft things, fish, explore, there's a story, multiple characters that have their own stuff going on, mini games. There's pretty much always something to do more or less! - The Everlight turning into oven mitts, a fishing rod, etc. I know it's only a little thing but I think it is SO cute and fun. Cons: - Some of the controls (I played on PC) felt not very smooth and like they overrode each other - You can't view the map outside of one specific room - You have to travel to a specific location to check your completion progress which is REALLY annoying and even then you don't know what you're missing because it doesn't say the names. - You have to hover over each individual location to check for resources which means whenever you're looking for something specific you have to check around unless you have a good memory. - Lack of instructions for certain crafting things on the ship Now onto the story and characters. I think this game should of been a lot shorter. I feel around the halfway point the characters became less impactful and all the back and forth of the later game definitely became less fun. I know not every death has to be a lesson or something thought-provoking but it felt as if that was the vibe of the game and then...it suddenly wasn't...and then it kinda was again?? Also, I really don't understand why a lot of these characters died which is strange in a game about death? Gwen was the introduction to the entire system essentially so that's chill. Atul's passing was the one that I felt left the biggest mark. Not getting to say goodbye felt like so impactful. Astrid and Giovanni allowed a conversation about how feelings surrounding loved one's death can be messy and complicated and not always black and white. Summer's cancer was of course a topic I'm sure resonated with many people and her conversation around being unable to find peace with it was very powerful imo. Alice slowly losing her mobility and memories due to age, once again, very impactful. Then... it just, for me, went downhill. Gustav felt so flat? Bruce and Mickey, I was waiting for something to happen and it just...didn't? Beverly was just...like a second Alice? Elena's intense challenges didn't fit the pace of the game AT ALL and she didn't feel like a character as much of a way to spice the game up. I LOVED Stanley with my whole heart but I'm still confused as to why he was there? Daria was a very interesting character but once again I'm confused as to why she passed away? I feel like out of the latter half Jackie was the only character to have that same impact. His more antagonist nature was very interesting and mental health is always a topic I'm happy to have more rep for. Not to mention it brought the topic of morality and the afterlife in which go hand in hand. However, I HATE that he was one of two essentially antagonist characters and the reason was...because of his mental health. Of course mental health can be ugly and cause people to be horrible but it being the ONLY rep of it in the game felt so ugly to me idk. As for Stella's story... I didn't really care by the end of it. Once again I think the length of the game and the way the pacing was ultimately worked against the emotional impact of her story. It was like "take her to the everdoor" and then I had to finish other quests for a billion years first which dulled the emotion completely. Also, her ending just felt sad and flat which may have been the point but it felt very anticlimactic either way. All in all I did enjoy this game despite all the complaining lmao, I just think it would have been more coherent at like...half the playtime and with half the characters. Shoutout to my baby boy Stanley <3

[pigeonhearts]

What's y'all's Animal crossing new horizons opinions?

Mine is that they shouldn't have stopped updating the game to focus on the mobile version (which was made to make money) and instead make more merch and stuff idk.

Also the whole grid system in animal crossing sucks ass and is honestly super annoying.

And the 5 star ranking system needs to be updated too.

Also why do the characters always look so ugly.

You should be able to either approve or disagree if a village moves to the island. Like if a villager wants to move in you should be able to either disagree or agree for them to come. And if you wait too long they simply move on to another village and the opportunity to get them vanishes idk.

Finally different characters should be more useful towards the game. (Isabelle, Airport Dodos, Timmy and Tommy, ect) Like they could be so cool and interesting if they weren't for one purpose only.

That's all I gotta say lmao

[tojisbutterfly]

Yall I just realized my title is fucked up on mobile- BUT IT LOOKS SO GOOD ON A LAPTOP 😭😭 NOW I HAVE TO CHANGE IT LIKE WTF-?!?

Idk why but it's like: ♡ToJIs BuTtER FLy♡

LMFAOOO IT LOOKS SO UGLY I'M CRYJNGFFF

[anon-f]

night #3, 1/3/25

My laptop has finally been deemed old enough that it can't be updated anymore, which kinda sucks because I really like this pc. I don't really have the money to invest in a new one at the moment, so I guess we'll just be posting from mobile for now.

Nothing of note really happened today. I was off, so I just did some chores and ran errands. I took a nap, even though I really didn't want to because I didn't want to mess up my sleep schedule. I ended up having a nightmare, so I guess that's punishment enough. It was kinda weird, though; I'm pretty used to nightmares because I don't really have basic/good dreams that often, so they don't bother me that often. This one kinda left me feeling all anxious and jittery, even though I don't remember what it was about (for the most part). I think I really cared about the other person in the dream, and we were running from something, so maybe I was worried about them not making it. It's been a few hours since that, and I still feel uneasy.

Hoizer's "Who We Are" has had a grip in my soul for the past week or so. It makes me feel everything that I want to keep tucked away, but if I think too much, I'll start to space out. A vicious cycle, truly. I've been trying to go through the motions of feeling what I'm feeling instead of tucking them away and spacing out, and songs like this help with that, even though a lot of the time it feels like every fiber of my being is desperately trying to avoid feeling. It's probably based on some sorta coping response, but it gets in the way a lot of the time. I'll get close to people and do things that seem to make me happy, but that part of me will scream that I don't deserve it, so maybe my brain thinks that if I just avoid feeling all together, I can avoid thinking those thoughts. I can't even say that not feeling helps keep me safe from the really hard thoughts because, even then, later on, those thoughts will still make their appearance when I'm weak. The difference now is that when I feel those feelings, it's like I already expect what's making me feel that way. I can't be surprised or disappointed when those feelings were there all along, and tucking away just caused them to fester until I reached another breaking point.

Despite my last entry, nights like this make me wonder if I am being used by my loved ones. It's such an awful thought. I overthink everything, like how people seem to only want to hang out when there's something I can do for/offer to them, and those thoughts fight with the fact that I shouldn't doubt that my loved ones do love me. I suppose it still sucks that people only seem to talk to me when they want something, material and immaterial. Is that a word? Idk. Alternatively, nights like these make me lean heavy into the contentment of only living to serve others. It's quite the emotional rollercoaster, to say the least. I wonder how that really affects me on a day to day basis without me knowing.

I'm wondering when the desperation of wanting someone with me will become painful again; it's Jan. 3rd, I'm honestly surprised it hasn't set in yet. My guess is that the next time I hang out with my friends or coworkers, it'll begin to set in. It's like it just goes on vacation and leaves me thinking that I'm okay being by myself, but quickly returns and reminds me. It's like "ah. I'm not really okay with it." My friends say that I'm a good person and that I have nice features. I try my best to talk to people and put myself out there. I think I'm a decent person, so it makes me wonder if I'm so ugly that I just repulse people. But then, if I have nice features, am I so terrible a person that I repulse people because of my personality? Perhaps I am personality and looks-wise, just unappealing. Maybe I'm not meant to be with anyone.

If that's the case, why does it feel like something is missing? Why does it hurt my arms and my chest so much thinking about never meeting anyone?

[akash1618]

16 nov. ?appreciation post?

she's so pretty, i can simply keep looking at her, if only she wouldn't have felt uneasy. i really wish the guys at 1.13 never close the door. she has proly seen me a few times looking at her, if she can see from that side as well :P

when i look at her, it's as if i forget about everything that exists. forget about me, how ugly i look, time. just everything. i've gotten a bit used to looking at her and control my facial emotions to some extent but it's difficult to not take a deep breath after seeing her. she's just that amazing. in a crowd of hundred, i'd still look at her. i control the kid within me from yelling "i love you" sm everytime i see her haha

my heart sometimes feels calm after seeing her, and sometimes it races.

poetically, i would call her an angel. a flower. an ocean. the moon. a mess. a poetry. and everything her.

yea, she's just "herself." there's nobody else like her. she looks so cool and pretty effortlessly. doesn't even need to try. the way she flips her hairs <3 the way she softly smiles <3

ig this is how i look when i am looking at her:

(yeah, mochizuki because he loves tamako sm. and he's the only guy that comes too my mind who's head over heels.)

she's dusky. is proly a bit shorter than me. is confident, and walks with grace. that one time when she wore a white short kurta paired with a baggy jeans and a bindi, will always have my heart <3

she has the out of league aura.

she wears black too much, idk why. ig she likes wearing black a lot. keeps her hairs open, and always has the hair tie around her wrist. always plays with her hairs. seems so independent. also has her lunch alone sometimes. lol, i once let go of four-five goals in foosball while i was looking at her.

she seems so sad sometimes. always seems as if she's frowning. must be her job. her gaze is so sharp, but she always keeps looking at her mobile. she mostly seems very serious and dedicated to her work.

i really feel that beyond her job, she must be a cheerful and lovely-to-have-around type. is proly a lot silly. is just my intuition though. i would love to talk to her, but idk how and what :( i get so nervous whenever she's around me. i try to act cool, but i sweat cold from within.

i sm want to create a song playlist just for her that she can listen to. all songs appreciating her. get her an ice-cream, a coffee, a book, a gift, a watch, earrings, a flower, a bouquet, the moon. bake a cake for her.

i wonder if she's single. i hope she isn't already married (⁠ꏿ⁠﹏⁠ꏿ⁠;⁠)

she smiles rarely, but has the prettiest smile. i wish she smiled more often. i first saw her in march iirc, but don't remember from when did i start liking her. it was gradual. slowly being captivated in her aura. at first i didn't think i'd get taken by her, but before I knew, i was always looking at her in the office. as is going now, i will definitely make an attempt to talk to her by the end of this year.

as much as i want to label my seat change in october as a coincidence, i cannot bring myself to. as much i don't want to believe in destiny, i cannot bring myself to say it doesn't exist. either i get hurt, or i get to be with her. i don't see any other way out, neither do i want to leave this without a conclusion. i just hope she doesn't get hurt in this in any way.

lol, i sound so obsessed with her (i am ig). haha, it's just that i want to tell her how much i appreciate her presence. i hope she listens at least when i speak. but i cannot speak even a fraction of what i can write ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ

[face-palming-fox]

it's kinda funny (not really)/weird that when staff changed the explore page on mobile pretty sure people complained about it and they put it right back the way it was soon after but how come... they're not doing the same for desktop. what's different about mobile vs desktop.

i also have a theory that they're fucking up the website not only to try and appeal to people who are never going to use their site not matter what, but to also encourage everyone to move to app bc it's slightly?? less worse?? (unsure about that cos it's still really bad in it's own way but at least on desktop i can somewhat control how i use the site via blockers, extentions to put the site back the way it SHOULD look, not have to look at tumblr live in my fucking face every week, etc) and if we go to mobile we have less ways to do that.

but yea. staff should really listen to those that use and like this site the most or they're just gonna be another statistic of failure.

(also idk why these platforms are so insistent on forcing it's users to have to look at and use HORRIBLE layout designs that are inconvenient, confusing and ugly when the brief second that i was on misskey to see if i wanted to join there proves... that these devs can make customizable layouts that the users could use to cater to themselves ezpz but they just choose to force everyone to use the most inaccessible layouts, features and visuals ever. i think they forget their entire purpose is to appeal to it's users to get them to keep using their product)

[elaichoi]

okkkk video editing phase is shorterrr. i mainly used videostar (mobile) (i did purchase a lot of diff packs i think theyre called idk i forgot basically editing features n fx) but i did use other apps alongside just as extra effects or whatever for individual clips, and sometimes cutecut/cutecut pro. but videostar was the main platform and just where i started all my video projects. videostar (vs) was the real g when it came to video editing, bc all vs editors wanted to be after effects (ae) style editors so bad (me included), and vs made it possible to achieve similar results, but maybe not as smooth, high quality, detailed, etc.

i downloaded a bootleg sony vegas pro (desktop) and i tried sooo hard to learn how to use it but 1. it was hard and i gave up despite watching guides n tutorials over n over 2. it was a bootleg so it was kinda laggy and weird idk i deleted it.

i miss video editing esp in video star bc its advanced so much more since the last time i used to and appearance wise it can look kinda intimidating complex but i strangely *kinda* wanna learn bc although i did make progress n growth when it came to my video editing style, compared to my experience in photo editing, my video edits r also very noob esque in comparison. so i still kinda wanna learn..

except when capcut launched, i stopped wanting to learn bc capcut made video editing easier and all of a sudden everybody is video editing so now i don't wanna do it anymore bc everything has a shortcut now. idk how to explain it, its just kinda similar vibes to how writers feel abt ai, im turned off by capcut in a similar way. i dont have anything against capcut or anyone who uses it or anything btw,, i just ,,,, choose not to lmao

btw, im v v v sorry i have a very bad habit of oversharing + rambling i genuinely have a hard time differentiating when im oversharing pls forgive me T^T i also do not enjoy proofreading hence why these asks r so ugly n messy

i would love to hear ur story w editing (only if u want!!), just like the same things u asked me ^^ i'm curious as to how u got into it and just your progress and experience as a whole!!

no gooood god i remember the vs rage so much bc the whole wannabe ae editor fever was real for EVERYONE and bro everyone and their mother was on alight motion and cute cut pro to learn the effects and mirroring and the transitions bro I cannot remember the times i used to watch the transition tuts for am and cute cut pro and cry when I couldn't do it maybe that's why I never became a full fledged video editor. also spending money on any of my hobby was like,, nope im like born stingy (desi genes.)

bro the Sony Vegas PRO I WANTED IT TO SBAD bc like before ae all the cool editors who used to edit movies and those kpop crack mv used to use that and i wanted it sooo bad but like as we've established before i was such an wuss to install bootleg version so i never even tried editing on my desktop lmao but you strike me as such a cool person like you literally march forward to whatever your vision is and just go at it as much as you can until you lose the interest it's so fuckin cool to me bc I'm the kind of person that just latches onto something and it's hard for me to let go too ( haha if you don't mind me asking what are you cognitive functions)

my editing journey began and ended with kinemaster like I tried to do those cool edits of a certain idol before i realised i really don't have the will power not the brain power to make the idol the star of the edit bc i tend to focus more on the story or the song aspect so i did a few edits of idols on songs but then most of my editing was just based on,,, you guess it,, themes lmao! i used to so many multi fanfom edits based on songs like, finding bunch of purple and pink shots on kpop mvs and editing them on sunmi's pporapipam to make it seem like it's a linear storyline or like heartbreak in kpop mvs, or like gemini shots in kpop ( bunch of kpop scenes in mvs that reeked like gemini to me). i basically just focused on the song and found scenes from mvs that fit them i do still kinda miss it tbh so maybe I'll go back to it one day tbh i get what you mean by capcut but that's just like everything now you even got chatgpt where u don't even have to research on net for hours you can just shoot the ai a question,, we gonna be one handicapped generation bro.

omg this was so fun please anon id love to talk to you on so much more shit i feel like we'd really REALLY match on the wavelength you're literally so freaking cool!!!

[palioom]

[eloquentmydear]

Hope // Hopeless

[letoatreides]

gwendolinechristies’ 1K FOLLOWER CELEBRATION

↳ @smilecapsules asked: favorite song + The Greatest Showman

♫ When the sharpest words wanna cut me down I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out I am brave, I am bruised I am who I'm meant to be, this is me Look out 'cause here I come And I'm marching on to the beat I drum I'm not scared to be seen I make no apologies, this is me ♫

[cloudydoodle-moved]

wwwhat the FUCK is this what the fuck give me the old dashboard back what IS THIS