#oh the frackin?

[eggpoke]

steel ball run except instead of looking for a corpse they're drag queens lip syncing for their lives

[sapphism-and-nihilism]

😋

[miniatureromulus]

Rupaul just breathed a sigh of relief

[lonely-darksun]

update: there may be the tiniest, tinyest chance. That I'm a spotted (or maybe, maybe striped?) hyena.

why.

just why.

[starryserenade]

EPISODE 2 OF VISIONS HAS ME WRECKED

[charlie375]

Carry on wouldn’t be such a long book if half of it wasn’t spent with freaking Simon and baz obsessing over each other like oh em gee I get it you wanna fricken slobber on each other but oh my lord and Simon being so clueless LIKE OH MY GOD “Baz always looks at me, too, to make sure I’m watching.” LIEK OH MY GOD HE DIDNT EVEM MAKE ONE TINY GLANCEE TOWARDS AGATHA HES ACTUALY BEEN STARING AT YOU FOR LIKE 5 HOURS BLUD NEEDS TO GET HIS FRACKIN EYES CHECKED.

[endivinity]

ooo you play starbound? I want to enjoy it but I always feel. guilty knowing what happened in development :( I wanna play really bad but then my brain is like 'SHOULD u?'

oh yeah the situation surrounding that entire debacle is absolute shitte. they fucked up big time. but also that situation has been and gone (and i hope they face intense scrutiny from there forward and don't repeat it) + the game itself is like... idk, maybe 10-20 hours worth of engagement and then you get bored? so people should nab it on sale if they're tempted, i'm not sure the base game is worth full price

but I play it with the frackin' universe mod set installed, which has skyrocketed my current gameplay up to 1000+ hours, multiple characters, and that as a mod set is run and handled by just a single absolutely insane guy not affiliated with chucklefish and all the mod editors managing all their stuff under its umbrella are (presumably? it's mods. it's voluntary) just doing this for fun. it's basically what Feed The Beast is to minecraft. complex as hell to figure out but they've made it easier for new people to get into lately. you can farm bees for rare resources. you can get bit to death by tiny tiny spiders. you can exploit the power of the universe to make your weird ugly gun you found in a pirate's shipping crate stronger. i went fishing in lava and a massive meteor landed on my head with precision accuracy and exploded my body into a fine mist. the crown my bird character is wearing whispers subliminal messages in my ears

so honestly even if chucklefish themselves have been a bit weird i already HAD the game when all that came out. and now i'm in it more for the fuckin amazing experience of this shitload more work done and available for free (besides the basegame) done by people who do this for fun and really just want people to play what they've done and tear their hair out over it. bc that will happen

[dailyastrodrawings]

Day 18 of daily bad madoka drawings

Oh my frackin god it's the silly man in that one madoka magica pose holy shit

[cant-get-enough-btr-forever]

Big Time Games: "Recycle Rush."

In my last post, I said I would give y'all a play-by-play of Big Time Rush online games. So, that's exactly what I'm doing.

Unfortunately, I can't upload more than 30 images per post. So, I'm only including Recycle Rush in this one. Don't worry—"Stage Rush" will come next.

Enjoy!

The rules are simple: Hit the spacebar to drop the trash on the boy below you (he catches it). The trash eventually gets dropped into a dumpster.

Also, lol—cows give you bonus points. "Green Time Rush" approves.

This is how my very first game went:

Side note: Notice how the Palmwoods only has two floors. The levels literally stack up as the game goes on. Interesting.

Let's try this again!

Carlos drops it on James...

...James drops it in the dumpster...

And, uh, yeah. That's it. That's the whole game.

Level 2: I noticed that these yellow exclamation points pop up over their heads. They let you know when the boys are about to turn around. Good to know! I just wish someone had told me...

Suddenly, a wild Kendall appears.

To accommodate this new arrival, the Palmwoods morphs into a 3-story building. See what I mean?

Kendall valiantly carries out his duty.

Level 3: There is now a 2-liter bottle magically floating in the hallway.

So this is how you get bonus points—you need to drop the trash on the bottle and the guy simultaneously. It isn't always a bottle; sometimes it's a banana peel or a soda can. Clearly, you need a bit of timing (and patience) for this.

But since I'm an expert, I pulled it off. On the second try.

Ah, Logan. 'Bout time you showed up.

Side note: The elevators' positions don't make sense. Why are they so far apart from each other?

Crap. I dropped trash all over the lobby. Bitters is not gonna like this.

Logan's exclamation point works well here—it's like he's saying, "What the—dude, seriously?! I'm over here!"

Anyhoo, I was able to restart Level 3…

…only to fail once more.

This is not good for my ego.

'Tis but a scratch. I brushed myself off and labored on.

Level 4:

Listen, I really wanted to know what would happen if I dropped the trash on the Cow.

Don't make the mistakes that I made, friends. You must always ensure that the boy is under the trash, too.

Still, it was hilarious to watch the Cow plummet whilst enveloped in a trash bag.

I corrected my actions, and was rewarded with the sight of Logan carrying the whole frickin' frackin' Cow on his back.

Ahem. Anyway.

Does this mean that they're going to recycle a...a cow??

Whew. The Cow jumped out. By the way, in this level, the dumpster moves from side to side. Is the Palmwoods haunted again, or...?

Level 5: The guys are now speed-walking. Thanks, boys. Make my job harder for me.

Also, here's something bizarre: Carlos starts out on the top floor, while James is directly below him.

Moments later, Carlos is several floors below, and James is in the lobby.

Well, they ain't called Big Time RUSH for nothing!

Level 7 (Level 6 is identical to Level 5): Okay, everything is going about the sa—

Wait.

Oh, dear God.

There are two Jameses.

Who recycles more garbage than YOU?

I love this game, guys.

From here onwards, the difficulty doesn't change much. So, I simply got my score to 10,000 before stopping. Which took a lot longer than I'm willing to admit.

Final Thoughts: This is quite fun. More fun than I thought it would be, which is always nice. I give it an 8/10.

If anyone wants to give it a whirl, here it is. Be sure to use a computer, and not a mobile device.

Happy playing! 😁

[tiramegtoons]

(Hi, the bullying anon is speaking. Neither English nor Italian is my native language, but I still hope you'll find the next text enjo- I mean horrible. Have a nice day, spectre smoocher :3 ) This day has been not like most of the days of this month.

Since the morning Snatcher’s been swirling around you the entire time, leading you either on a simple walk, to a place in the forest where he rolled out a black and purple blanket and presented you a fruit basket, or back to the tree-house where a sweet homemade tiramisu’s been awaiting you since Friday.

You knew it was there since Friday not because he told you, but because the entire room covered in cocoa powder and Snatcher (the culprit themself) were the first thing you noticed when you returned home after another long day. When you asked him about the mess, he said he didn’t understand what you were talking about, and you were too tired to ask him any further. Besides, kissing his cheeks was never as sweet before.

Long story short, today was so busy with activities that you needed a weekend after this weekend.

At the very least, now you could relax in the embrace of your favourite ghost. Face hidden in his chest, lazily playing with his fur, evoking quiet purrs from the depths of his soul.

“So what is the meaning of all this?” you ask him quietly and turn your head up, examining the softened features of your capturer, his gentle smile, and expression of adoration.

The paws on your shoulders don’t go anywhere, but the rubbing stops for a second. Then, Snatcher continues making biscuits out of the tired muscles of your back, like a big cat does when it feels safe and comfortable. Heh, maybe there is a relation between ghosts and felines.

“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? NOTHING’S BEEN OUT OF-“

He interrupts himself, glimpses towards the forest, and snaps his fingers. There’s a yelp resounding from somewhere afar that makes him let out a mischievous chuckle. He turns back to you and to his previous emotional state of affection. He caresses your cheek with a claw while staring into your eyes with that same soft expression. You cover his claw with your hand, squeezing it oh so slightly.

“AS I WAS SAYING, NOTHING’S BEEN OUT OF ORDINARY!”

He isn’t answering you that easily, is he?

“Fine,” you say as you lean back from him and stretch a little, his paws retracting from you in surprise and barely concealed disappointment from the lack of your touch only to wrap around your waist a moment later, “then, I guess, I’m going to...”

You pause and giggle, savouring the sight of Snatcher’s confused and expecting expression.

“...spend the rest of the day studying!”

You jump on the floor.

“NOOO-“

Noodly arms, wrapping thrice around you and completely stilling you like a rope, but still not tight enough to bring you any sort of discomfort, replace the paws on your waist.

Pfft. Gotcha.

“I MEAN-“

“Yes?” You drawl while slowly turning your face to your shoulder where Snatcher’s head now rested, “is something wrong? I thought you loved studying. Even when it takes a lot of time.”

Snatcher sighs, realising the futility of his attempts to keep his intentions secret. Already having a few ideas about what the answer could be, you wonder why would he be so sneaky about it.

“NOT WHEN IT’S YOU WHO STUDIES FOR WEEKS ON END AND IT’S THE ONLY THING YOU DO.”

“Aww, is the spooky spectre worried about me?”

Snatcher doesn’t burst into denials, as you kind of expect from him. Instead, he simply looks at you, no sign of a smile. You almost expect tears to form on the edges of his dimmed eyes with how concerned he seems to be.

“Yes. I am.”

Oh.

All your desire to joke around dissolves almost instantly. It’s hard to stay in the playful mood when he looks at you like this.

“Sorry, schpookums,” you lean to his face with yours, touching his cheek, and give him a weak smile. You were tired after all, “you know how it is with studies.”

“OH, I SURELY DO!” For a second, his voice sparks with joy from a wave of memories, but he returns to his previous state, “BUT YOU’VE BEEN GOING FOR SO LONG. SONO FIERO DI TE, MIA CARA, MA... I JUST WANT YOU TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF MORE.”

Sense of pride for his attempt at speaking Italian rises in your own chest and mixes with a heavy lump of feelings in your throat. You try to swallow as discreetly as possible.

“Those hours spend on learning Italian sure do pay off, huh? Well,” you have to clear your throat and turn away from Snatcher, who’s still resting his head on your shoulder and now returning your weak smile, “one full day off certainly won’t hurt me.”

“YES, CERTAINLY! ESPECIALLY SPEND IN MY COMPANY.”

And here we go.

“Can’t believe you only get more humble with years.”

Snatcher quickly wraps around you with his tail, almost as if he’s still thinking you’re going to run to your chemistry notes as soon as he moves away from you for an inch, and frees his paws instead. He combs his invisible hair with one while resting the other on his chest and gives you perhaps one of his smuggest smiles.

“WHY, OF COURSE I DO! IT’S ONE OF MY MANY TALENTS AND WHAT MAKES ME SO PERFECT FOR YOU.”

Some thought seems to cross his mind, as he stops the dramatic posing and turns back to you, holding his paws in front of him, dinosaur-style.

“AS MUCH AS I’D LOVE TO TALK ABOUT HOW GREAT I AM, DON’T YOU WANT TO MOVE BACK TO THE CHAIR?”

“Mhm! Also, is there any tiramisu left in the fridge?”

“SURE IS!”

And so you two spend the evening cuddling in one seat and talking about everything and nothing at all at the same time until you fall asleep, your soul warmed by the presence of the purring ghost by your side and the tiramisu in your stomach. Maybe you can even hear a quiet “ti amo” and feel how Snatcher carefully takes you to your sleeping place while you’re drifting away and how light his touch is when he spoons you from behind.

However, one thing you surely aren’t aware of is a beast of an unknown species hiding in the bushes near your and Snatcher’s home, swearing under its breath and occasionally throwing annoyed looks towards the tree while tending to its singed tail.

JXHDHFJDJDJCJ

WHAT THE FRICKA FRACKIN

WHAT

*SUPERSONIC SCREAMING*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

[cnovelartreblogs]

with tumblr dying, do you know of any open discord communities for danmei and cnovels?

Hey hey!

The only public fandom server I'm part of for Chinese media (...virtually the only public fandom server I'm in at all, and my personal main hang-out spot on Discord...) is @merinnan et al's Daomu Biji server.

It's the nicest, chillest, most welcoming public fandom server I've ever been in - not that we haven't had our moments of drama, but they've been rare, and I've always felt comfortable there - and I've made a lot of friends too. That said, if you're not into DMBJ and/or as obsessed with Zhu Yilong as I am, I can't imagine it'd be a great fit.

Also, so - I'm @unforth, and my day job is that I own and operate an indie micropress, Duck Prints Press, that publishes original work by fanartists and fanauthors. As part of that, I and the staff involved with that run a "Book Lover's" Discord server. While it's sort of a combo "about the Press" and "about all queer books" and "about whatever we feel like talking about" server, we do end up talking about danmei a fair amount because multiple of the people involved in the Press, including obviously me, are into that kind of thing. Like we do a weekly chat on Wednesday about what we're reading and yesterday's was like, "here's one mlm YA book! here's a thriller in Dutch! here's the Yuri manga I just read! And here are the eighteen bajillion things we're all currently reading on Bilibili oh and I started Poyun." You're certainly welcome to join us. What we talk about there really boils down to what the people who are there want to talk about, ya know?

About a million years ago, I started building a cnovelartreblogs Discord server myself, but I've been so frackin busy the last couple years that I've never managed to finish setting it up the way I'd like. That said, it's got penciled in rules and channels for some of the more popular cnovel fandoms (mostly danmei, tho there is a Please Don't Laugh section). If I could get help moderating it, I could open it.

I just really don't have the ability to do it myself anymore, my days right now are like:

wake up

scroll tumblr and do upkeep on the art side blogs (while sitting with my kids and helping them get ready for the day) (1.5 hrs or so)

study Chinese (while sitting with my kids and helping them get ready for the day (.5 hrs, tho I wish it was more, if I can manage more than 30 minutes then I can actually try reading a real damn book but I only have the time maybe once or twice a month)

work (7 to 8 hours on weekdays, often more on the weekends, bonus if my kids are around and my wife is at work, such as tomorrow)

try to be a good mom (all the hours)

errands, chores, kid after school activities, etc. (1 to 3 hours a day)

read while snuggling kids on the couch and trying to ignore the tv (an hour if I'm lucky)

sleep (8ish hours, I hope)

there's just no wiggle room left for me to do any extra fandom stuff right now, sigh.

(sorry to whine about that part. it's not relevant. I just got my covid booster yesterday and I feel terrible today so I'm feeling sorry for myself. it's truly not a bad life overall I'm just perpetually exhausted)

[the-hopeless-romantic-blackcat]

hii!!!

Its a me! @/goddess-of-bubblegum! This is my official ooc acc because yes :)

Im a minor and I've had a irl friend describe me as a "loyal guard dog" (they ain't wrong-)

Most of these will be moodboards , fandom stuff (more on that) and shite posts :D

Sooo uhhh fandom stuff!

I like: epic the musical, pjo, gravity falls

I used to like: umbrella academy.....s4....oh no...

Naturally I'll post stuff about it!

Ask me to do anything

Things you can tag me in:

Anything about Greek, Egyptian, Roman and norse mythology!

anything with frogs and pigions!!! I frackin luv em!!!!

Tags!

@demigod-jack-hearth @braydons-world @bast-the-best26 @reyna4ever only feel safe tagging y'all, feel free to tag more!

[supersonicob]

Ok now here is the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles eyeshadow palette. It was the VERY last one on the shelf and I knew I would regret it if I didn't buy it. And it was also worth the money spent. Because omg are you seeing the swatches on my fingers?! 😲😲😯 IM FRACKIN IMPRESSED!!!! And here is the thing, I BARELY RUBBED MY FINGERS IN THE COLORS! IM NOT LIEING I DONT NEED TO LIE I PUT 0 PRESSURE AND LOOK AT HOW PIGMENTED AND PERFECT THESE COLORS LOOK. NOW TGATS WHAT THE FUCK IM TALKING ABOUT! THIS IS HOW EVERY MAKEUP BRAND KNOWN TO MAN KIND NEEDS TO BE MAKING THEIR EYESHADOWS. THE INGREDIENTS does say that it is oil infused so that might have something to do with it. For work today I used the black in the bottom right hand corner called "Fearsome Foursome" and i used the silver glitter called "shredder" in the corners of my eyes. Oh my gosh! They need to make more because they can have my money if they keep up this perfect formula.🥰😍🤩💯

[arthrobug]

Oh my frackin gob

I heard rumors of Google Docs starting to try out AI but GODDAMNIT

[i-believe-in-melinda-may]

Roslin/Adama fluff and angst for Christmas

Being unaware what happened in the CIC Larua is in the brig when Lee is brought in, and the second she sees her son Laura feels horror rise up inside of her as she sees Lee’s hands, arms, and tank tops covered in blood.

“Lee? Are you okay? What happened? What did they do to you?” Laura asks, sounding desperate and horrified as she hurries to the bar of her cell, trying to get closer to her son, wanting to know that her son is okay, and not believing that Bill would have done anything that caused their son to be covered in that much blood.

“Dad’s been shot,” Lee says, as he is led into a cell, knowing that there is no easy way to tell Laura so he might as well just say it.

“What?” Laura asks, her legs giving out, and the only reason she remains standing is because she is holding onto the bars, her voice full of heartbreak, the same heartbreak Lee has heard in his mother’s voice twice before; when Zak died and when his grandfather and aunts died.

“Mom!” Lee says, trying to move closer to the bars, trying to get closer to his mother. “Somone get this frakkin’ things off me, please!” Lee exclaims, getting frustrated.

“I’m not authorised to do that!” the guard says.

“I’m behind the frackin bars!” Lee exclaims.

“Lee, how… how bad is Bill?” Laura asks, struggling to get the words out, fighting back tears as even though she is currently feeling betrayed by him she knows she can’t lose him.  

“Bad,” Lee admits, and he sees another look of devastation pass over his mothers’ face. “Two bullets in the chest,” Lee admits, and as he does Laura’s legs threaten to give out once more, so she holds onto the bars for dear life.

“Is Doctor Cottle with him?” Laura asks, needing to know that Bill is getting the best care he can considering the circumstances.

“Ishay is, Doc Cottle’s not on board,” Lee answers, and even though she is holding onto the bars Laura struggles to remain standing and as she struggles to hold it together Laura knows there is one more thing that she needs to know.  

“Lee where is EJ? Where is your sister?” Laura asks, as she knows EJ was in the CIC which is where she assumes the shooting took place.

“Last I saw she was following Dad’s stretcher to sickbay, she saw everything,” Lee reveals. “Tigh… Tigh wouldn’t let me follow,” Lee explains his voice breaking.

“Oh Gods,” Laura mutters, feeling terrified for both EJ and Bill, horrified by what happened, that EJ and Lee saw it, and heartbroken at the possibility that she is going to lose the man she has loved for twenty-seven years, even if she hasn’t always been able to admit that’s how she felt.

Twenty-Seven Years Before the Fall of The Colonies

Having met each other only two days earlier Laura and Bill have been together ever since Bill approached her at the bar. It was late at night and Laura and Bill were in bed together in Laura’s hotel room. Laura lying on Bill’s chest as he had his arm around her.

“What time do you have to go back to the freighter?” Laura asked as she knew that their time together was coming to an end, and she wanted to know just how long they had left together.

“I’m meeting Sal at twelve hundred,” Bill answered and once he did Laura glanced at the clock.

“So, we’ve got about twelve hours left together,” Laura realised.

“Yep,” Bill said as he leant down and kissed Laura, a gentle kiss, a kiss he wanted to saver and memorise when they were apart. “I will be on Caprica in a about a month,” Bill revealed once they broke apart. “We could meet up then,” Bill suggested, feeling nervous as even though they had spent so much time together he wasn’t sure what it meant, nor what would happen next, even though he was certain of how he felt.

“I’d like that,” Laura said as while she wasn’t sure exactly what she felt she knew it was something she wanted to explore more, that it wasn’t something she was willing to let go off. “I’d also like to write to you, if that’s possible,” Laura said.

“It is, I’ll give you the details before I leave,” Bill promised.

“Good,” Laura said before she placed a kiss on Bill’s chest and then continued to kiss up, his body as she straddled him, having been determined to take advantage of every single second until they were separated.

If you would like to read the full story you can find it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52392649

I have posted 4 chapters, but am currently writings chapter 32.

[sizablelad]

the hbomb video has inspired me to think a lot about the video essay culture on youtube and, in general, the academic institution of Queer Theory. there's a lot to be said about how Queer Theory as an academic pursuit has a very different and much more rapid ascent to prominence than a lot of other disciplines that affects the work done in it today. a badillion scholars, particularly scholars of color who because of their positionality might recognize these things out of the isolation of Queer academia, are presently discussing the state of Queer Theory as an academic pursuit and what the goals of this research can/should be, but that's a huge and complicated topic that others know more about.

at a more basic level, i feel like the sheer popularity of the video essay format as academic scholarship but for the Masses has inspired a lot of people without the basic training on how to do research to do research. i mean i'm only a frackin undergrad, but in high school i participated in a program specifically designed to teach us the basic foundation of how to do quality original research. and, simply put, it's a lot less glamorous and a lot more rigorous than people realize (including me-- i've only had a taste of what this research involves from a program that obviously has a limited scope; also only from a humanities perspective). there's a really important part at the very beginning of your research when you figure out the gap, then scope of your research. you have an idea of "oh this topic interests me and i think i want to add to the knowledge around it" and then you figure out a gap in the research that could be addressed by your own research. so i was interesting in queer characters and the potential differences when queer characters are written by queer authors vs non queer authors. so then you conduct a literature review to find out, okay, what research has been done on this topic? what has already been done, how useful would my perspective be on this research, what hasn't been addressed, how can i adjust my research goals so that i am not just conducting a review of others' research, but adding something new to the field. which, conducting a literature review and stopping there is fine! that's okay! but that is different from a goal of doing original research which says something new, and doing that requires a very symbiotic process of review and adjustment between your own research goals and the reality of the research that's already been done.

so i guess in a case like somerton's, he might genuinely want to add something to the field. maybe he loves the ideas he talks about and wants to be like the people that put those ideas to paper. but either he doesn't know how to do research so he gets stuck at doing a historical literature review, or is embarrassed that he might be "not as smart" as the community of people he admires and wants to be a part of, or maybe he just wants to make a quick buck. i don't know. but even if that's the case, him and people like him have demonstrated that they do have the skills to at least find past research, so why not just acknowledge the reality of what you're doing and say "hey look at this research i found and find interesting, i'm going to introduce you, my audience, to these people's work" and emphasize collaborations with the people who's work you're talking about. like with the internet historian video, obviously the video was very well done and funny and enjoyable to watch, and his methodology is different from someone like illuminaughtii's content mill production, which obviously requires a way different approach. what would've headed the WHOLE thing off is if he reached out to the og journalist and said "i read your article and am thinking about doing a video on it, want to endorse (.....and profit from) it?" but that would be assuming a lot of these people are good faith actors, which they aren't.

i don't really know what my point is here. maybe experts in their field are experts for a reason? the academic institution and it's scholarship have it's problems (boy does it), but at least there's processes in place to ensure academic integrity? the video essay as a genre is a cursed hellscape that is a great idea in theory but has been taken over by bad faith actors? misinformation is a plague partially perpetuated by people claiming they act in good faith and audiences can't be expected to constantly be on alert for the myriad of ways creators can take the good will of their audiences and manipulate it for their own personal agendas?

on a side note, this is why (at least, during my more intense youtube days) i tended to be suspicious of youtubers who would either 1) make a lot of research-intensive essays about a lot of different topics in a relatively short amount of time, or 2) make videos about things completely unrelated to their background. i have a hard time believing that jimbob the youtuber was able to become an expert and produce high quality of research in a topic they'd never previously publicly expressed knowledge or interest in. obviously there are exceptions, but with the proliferation and popularity of the video essay it seems like the well has been poisoned in that so many bad faith actors, realizing it's potential, have entered and been proven as bad actors on the video essay scene that it's impossible to see it as a genre with blanket integrity. i don't know the exact history of the genre, but i have to believe that this was not nearly as big a problem as it was before now.