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clatterbane Ā· 3 months ago
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My greedy ass is over here contemplating RAM upgrades, when I haven't actually been doing anything that isn't perfectly fine with the existing 16GB. But, this laptop will go up to 32!
(Unlike with the last relative potato laptop, which did not in fact have the 2nd slot that it was supposed to from everything I saw. And the existing one wouldn't handle more than the factory 8GB. šŸ˜”)
OTOH, I could always do with more SSD space. And this'll also take another internal drive. But, I do not particularly want to pay what I would need to for even an on-sale 1TB M.2 NVME. Would honestly hesitate less if I didn't have like a third of the somewhat readily accessible discretionary funds monthly that I did in the UK, without needing to request a top-up and probably explain myself. May have to pull the trigger anyway, because I did see one pretty tempting deal.
(We are not remarkably poorer, the difference in discretionary funds these days just ends up triggering Ghost Poverty Brain sometimes anyway. And I end up budgeting way tighter around things like groceries than is probably necessary. I really don't know why the auto-deposit got set up that way, and my beggarly unemployed ass honestly hasn't really wanted to inquire. In spite of the occasional splurge on shit like this or other hobby supplies, I really do not have a notable history of blowing money or anything. And he doesn't have a history of acting like the household resources are anything but shared. I really do need to figure out what for most people would be some type of side gig, but would be pretty much all my disabled ass could handle. It might be good for my mental health, if nothing else.)
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loveinhawkins Ā· 9 months ago
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When Steve gets to his last year at Hawkins High, it feels like some kind of veil has been lifted right in front him. Or maybe itā€™s more that the veilā€™s actually been slowly lifting for years, and heā€™s noticing it all the more because itā€™s no longer there.
Either way, when he receives his yearbook, it doesnā€™t seem like the huge deal that his younger self wouldā€™ve made it out to be; he flicks through the pictures half-heartedly, doesnā€™t even care when the candid ones taken at sporting events catch him in unflattering poses, lip jutting out in concentration.
If he tried to voice his disinterest, Henderson would probably spout off some precocious shit about societal expectations, and Steve would pretend to nod sagely before stealing whatever dorky hat he happened to be wearingā€”itā€™s not like he could let the little shit suspect that he occasionally had a point, Steve would never hear the end of it.
The yearbook signings are predictably inescapable: people passing their books back and forth in class or in the cafeteriaā€”and that oneā€™s a risky move, with the threat of drinks spilling on the pages, whether accidental or malicious.
Steve thinks the feverā€™s dwindled out until he spends a free period in the school library. The seniors typically all bunch together in one of the far corners, the spots with the comfiest seatsā€”loners included, like the perks of age for once outweigh the usual ridicule.
But that silent truce is not exactly being upheld, Steve notesā€”Eddie Munson is sitting alone at a nearby table.
It becomes painfully obvious when the signing starts up again. Thereā€™s a cluster of girls on the yearbook committee who initiate it, and soon every senior in reach is either passing over their own book or signing one.
Almost every senior.
Itā€™s not like Eddieā€™s the only person ever to be held back. Heā€™s not even the only one to be held back for next year, either: John Nelson off the swim team is in the same position, and heā€™s still been asked to sign.
But Steve knows thatā€™s not what the source of exclusion is, not really.
Heā€™s gotten good at spotting silent crueltyā€”good at avoiding it too, before his popularity gave him a temporary shield.
Itā€™s all just bullshit, he thinks. Itā€™s been a recurring thought lately.
He brings out his own yearbook because he knows itā€™s expected. When itā€™s finally passed back round to him, he ends up right near the seat opposite Eddieā€™s, just by chance.
But actually sitting there is his own choice.
He can tell that Eddie has spotted him even though heā€™s not looked up from whatever homework heā€™s doing; thereā€™s a silent tension in the way heā€™s holding his pen.
Steve mulls it over before he asks the question. It could blow up in his face, but what did that matter, really? In the grand scheme of things, it would hardly count as a major embarrassment; itā€™s not like itā€™d be any more mortifying than telling his dad that he didnā€™t get into any colleges whatsoever.
So he pushes his yearbook across the table, because what the hell.
ā€œWanna sign?ā€
Eddie glances up. Thereā€™s a guarded look in his eyes, and Steve can almost hear him mentally replaying the question.
ā€œPardon?ā€ Eddie says with pointed emphasis, like heā€™s daring Steve, let it drop and weā€™ll say no more about it, Harrington.
Steve doesnā€™t take it back. He shrugs and flicks open the yearbook, finds a blank spot and taps it once with his finger, a silent offer.
Eddie stares like Steveā€™s a riddle, like heā€™s wondering just who the showā€™s forā€”but the other students have turned away, have gone back to their seats, yearbooks temporarily forgotten.
Eddieā€™s hold on his pen relaxes, ever so slightly.
ā€œYou sure, Harrington?ā€ he says. Thereā€™s still a wary edge to his voice, but thereā€™s an undercurrent of something else, too, like heā€™s secretly amused despite himself. ā€œHavenā€™t you heard what folks say? I could curse you.ā€
Steve scoffs. ā€œThat all youā€™ve got? Iā€™ve dealt with way worse, man,ā€ he says mildly.
A corner of Eddieā€™s mouth twitches into a surprised smile. Then itā€™s gone almost like it had never been in the first place, his gaze turning thoughtful rather than defensive.
And obviously this isnā€™t Eddieā€™s first rodeo at the whole senior year thing. Steve wonders if thereā€™s a veil thatā€™s been lifted for him too, wonders if he can see straight through it right now.
The bell rings.
Eddie stands up, gathering his stuff.
Steve thinks thatā€™s the end of it: something thatā€™s neither a success or a failure.
But then, lightning fast, Eddie darts across the table and scribbles something on the open page. Slams the yearbook shut and pushes it back over, and it feels like a challenge, like some of his caginess is backā€”like heā€™s just daring Steve to reveal that it had been a joke all alongā€”
ā€œBet youā€™re counting down the days till you can hold your own copy, huh?ā€ Steve says dryly, as he stuffs the book into his bag.
Itā€™s a risk; he knows Eddie could easily take it as pure ridicule, could misinterpret it as Steve throwing the failed school years back in his face.
Eddie just shakes his head, but he could be laughingā€”the momentā€™s gone too quickly for Steve to know for sure.
ā€œNah, Harrington,ā€ Eddie says easily, thrown over his shoulder as he leaves, ā€œthose things arenā€™t worth the paper theyā€™re printed on.ā€
Steve doesnā€™t check the yearbook until heā€™s home. He eventually finds Eddieā€™s signature, simple black ink right in the upper corner of one page.
Good luck, Steve. ā€”Eddie
Some of the letters are bunched a little too close together, drifting upwards on the blank page, as if they usually need lined paper to guide themā€”left-handed, Steve thinks vaguely.
Within a sea of scrawled nicknames and loudly enthusiastic messages, Steve finds that he kind of likes how mundane Eddieā€™s truly is. Likes the sign off with minimal fuss. Just ā€œEddie.ā€ Likes how he was just ā€œSteveā€, too.
And yeah, if anyone needed to be told good luck, Steve thinks, with the kind of amusement that only comes from distanceā€”pictures his past self, freaking out about monsters come to life.
He slots the yearbook into his bookcase. By summer he might forget about it altogether, left to gather dust as he works for 3 bucks an hour, but for now he marks its significance: something real, hidden alongside the bullshit.
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oken-art Ā· 7 months ago
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I love their complex relationship
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undertalethingems Ā· 1 year ago
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Unexpected Guests Chapter 10, Act Two: Page 7
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Gaster has many tricks up his semi-existent sleeves, including editing location values for entire blocks of carpet... and the people standing on them. But he didn't leave the battlefield, which means he's still a valid target for attacks, and there are two people entirely focused on doing just that.
The action continues next time, coming Nov. 30th! Stay tuned!
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sealsdaily Ā· 1 year ago
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Today's Seal Is: Truth Coming Out Of Her Pool To Shame Mankind
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canisalbus Ā· 5 months ago
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Can we have a au where machete survived the assassination attempt after a struggle with the assassin and machete uses the assassin's corpse as a body double to fake his death?
Oh he's really min maxing this scenario. Two birds with one stone, good for him.
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scalpho Ā· 2 years ago
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zac oyama PCs and kindness unbefitting of their station, of themselves. colin having violence as basically his only skill but refusing the kind of violence they committed under the fda's orders and deli's pursuit of it that follows; lapin casting fly on theo instead of himself, a moment where he could have guaranteed himself an out but instead chose to better the rest of the party's chances, ending in his own death; pib being a trickster spirit (and thus should be a certified piece of shit) but having all his trickery guided and motivated by his ultimate goal to help - to help his friends and whatever pathetic men he decides to take under his wing along the way. does anyone understand what the hell i'm talking about over here
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vaguely-concerned Ā· 2 months ago
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lucanis reading romance novels out loud to spite in the seventh attempt to explain to him what sex is and spite bemusedly being like 'wow you people really get up to that shit I thought that was just a bit mortals did or something'
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liddlediddy Ā· 30 days ago
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squid game season 3 spoiler
Gi-Hun (after the inevitable Frontman reveal): if i had a nickel for every time I played the games and formed a close bond with player 001 only to be devastated when my choices directly lead to them being killed, and then later find out that not only did player 001 fake their death but turn out to be the person in charge of running the games, I would have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.
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hajihiko Ā· 2 years ago
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Trust and belief and trust and belief and trust and belief and-
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kacievvbbbb Ā· 23 days ago
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What is fun about the last time Shanks saw Mihawk he was probably 29 on the cusp of 30 and then they fall out and they donā€™t really reconnect until Mihawk is middle age and Shanks on his way there.
Thatā€™s alot of time to miss someone you used to know intimately. A whole life has been lived there. And think how much Mihawk must have changed how much shanks himself has changed. All this to say that I really think Shanks loves watching this version of Mihawk being domestic and having his little old lady hobbies.
He loves watching him cook and bake and talk about recipes and how to make sure the little gremlins under his care are getting the proper nutrients. He loves watching him tend to his garden with his ridiculously domestic sun hat, he loves watching him pick strawberries and put them into a little quicker basket and plant and harvest cocoa trees for Perona, and teach Zoro how to chop vegetables really fast and embroider his little flower patterns and read erotica and newspapers Like the same thing and take naps in the sun spot like a cat and interact with the kids and just he likes seeing Mihawk live his life because I will never come down from the hill that Shanks really kind of subconsciously worries about him and his loneliness and kind of the empty way he was living his life.
Cause like I think for shanks itā€™s such a jarring juxtaposition with the Mihawk thatā€™s still freshest in his memories 10 years ago. 20 something young dangerous and wanted. Mihawk back then was probably the definition of vagabond literally bound to nothing and no one except occasionally shanks. Sailing around in a tiny ass boat with only wine and his sword a one man calamity.The Mihawk he remembers was always itching for a fight and would gladly start one. And because I headcannon Mihawk probably didnā€™t get his title till after his big blowout with shanks this is still a Mihawk with a lot to fucking prove and heā€™ll prove it every chance he gets. This is a Mihawk who still regularly accepts challengers and is also actively challenging people. This is a Mihawk that is hunting marines for sport (or revenge Or both) His life revolves around wine, sword-fighting, violence and blood shed and in the way only a man that doesnā€™t even realize how lonely he is it revolved around shanks.
I just think 20 something Mihawk had 1 friend and 1 hobby and hewas a lonely fuck who was so intensely single-mindedly putting all his energy into both he ends up kind of losing both (shanks crumples under the weights of his expectations and he literally positions himself so far above the crowd in swordsmanship and the one fight he actually does want to have is ruined for him that for a long period of time he doesnā€™t even experience the same joy that he used to while fighting itā€™s just another thing he can no longer fully indulge in) 20 something year old Mihawk was a discontent mess rapidly spiraling into depression and nihilistic boredorm and like Shanks canā€™t do anything about it because Mihawk wonā€™t do anything about it he wonā€™t even properly acknowledge itā€™s happening. And suddenly they arenā€™t friends anymore the love of his life literally walks out of it.
And then 10 years go by and zap suddenly hereā€™s this 41 one year old man mostly unchanged but definetly more mature on the cusp of something truly life changing and then thereā€™s this 43 year old with an island and a home and these 2 kids that he canā€™t even properly contextualize how they fit into his life and that must be so jarring one moment shanks remember A 29 year old nihilist that is literally breaking his heart and now hereā€™s a ā€œmellowedā€ out little old grandma hobby having middle aged man doing needle point on a Sunday evening come to take his place. A whole life lived in 12 years and Shanks didnā€™t get to see a lot of it but heā€™s so glad to see this now, that he gets to have this now.
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sylenth-l Ā· 10 months ago
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No. No, you aren't.
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aprilblossomgirl Ā· 9 months ago
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Youā€™re no longer mad at me, right? Iā€™m fine. Youā€™re fine? Well, thenā€¦
We Are (2024) | Ep.07
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lurking-loaf Ā· 4 months ago
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Surprise! They wanted to bring you this pumpkin and when I say they bring you I mean sun makes a cute pose as moon carries all the weight
Awww! Thanks for the pumpkin! I am sending Sun and Moon back to you with something we quickly put together over here.
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Hopefully Sun will be a little more helpful on the return trip.
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undertalethingems Ā· 2 years ago
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Unexpected Guests Chapter Ten: Page 13
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Gaster's caught back up with Frisk, and he won't let anyone get in his way... But Toriel can give as good as she gets. Gaster's quickly learning this 'simple procedure' has a lot more complicating variables... And he's just made on of them very, very angry.
I really would have liked to get one more page done for this update, but alas--you'll just have to see how things go down in the next update, coming May 11th!
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towersofviolet Ā· 12 days ago
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there's no feeling more blessed than getting into a new piece of media that has sooo much content
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