#streaming service fails

[doctordisaster]

Watched a half hour of the Asoka Starwars show and got through maybe... five scenes? Y'all know you can... leave stuff on the cutting room floor, right? Like I don't actually need to see every single fucking step of rosario dawson in a funny hat solving a lameass zelda puzzle. Space biker chick seemed to be moving approx as fast as Austin Powers in a steamroller for the unbearable length of the lead-in to her "cool biker move" on a totally deserted completely straight highway that did not pass anything interesting or appear to go anywhere

and SPEAKING of which, I hope when the strike ends streaming people remember that shows are supposed to happen in WORLDS that have PEOPLE and STUFF in them. It's not just the wasteland straightaway to nowhere either, it's this fucking holodeck thing they insist on using to film every goddamn show and it is getting fully unbearable. There's a scene that is supposed to take place in the exact conference room where Mon Mothma said "many bothans died to get us this doordash" years ago, but look: that RotJ scene must have had over a hundred people in it. There were cool aliens and colorful costumes and side chatter and humanity and jokes and story.

In this fucking show that room has two people in it. They are having a boringass conversation for what feels like a quarter hour and they don't even use the hologram table and nobody is fucking there! because the whole room only exists on a goddamn wall of screens that can't render actual characters for shit! and of course my office drone ass is totally distracted because I can't stop thinking: bitch you booked a whole-ass conference room for this??

tl;dr sorry fans of Asoka Starwars but this show is all filler no anything and halfway though the scene whose only point is a fugly muppet that acts and sounds exactly like a cat while having none of the grace that makes cats so charming I turned that shit off never to return

[captainsparklefingers]

Dear Netflix,

Go fuck yourself. Seriously, go get fucked, you suck.

Best regards,

Someone who is sick of your shit.

[faerygardenparty]

no way watcher decided to move to a streaming service 😭😭 someone tell them why later rooster teeth shows failed

[heich0e]

hello!! im so sorry to bother you with this silly question but im very curious about haikyuu from your posts! where can i watch it without paying…😅😅 all my suggestions are crunchyroll and Netflix, unfortunately!

bestie u are not gonna like the only two suggestions i have to give you :')

[just-your-average-tangerine]

I gotta say, I really don't like the state of entertainment these days

[toxicrevolver]

BL WRAPPED 2023

Tagged by @loveable-sea-lemon

you watched 1 bl this year. that's about 16 hours!

you primarily watched bls from Thailand

you spent way too much time thinking about these characters: Vegas Theerapanyakul, Pete Saengtham, Kinn Theerapanyakul, Tay (idk his last name. Does he even have one?)

your favorite show was Kinnporsche. you kept thinking about it all year. (I have nothing to compare it to yet)

your overall bl mood was angst? (Idk honestly. Kinnporsche was a fuckin roller coaster)

you read the most fanfiction about VegasPete. like way Way WAY too much.

another of your favorites from this year was love in the air. they captivated your gay little heart. (I’ve ONLY seen the gifs but it applies. I need to watch it. I like the ponytail guy.)

your favorite acting pair was Boss & Noeul. there was just something so mesmerizing about them... (I know almost nothing about them. But the gifs. THE GIFS. I need to watch them act okay. For science.)

here's to another year!!

(Blank version)

Tagging: @boysbeloving and anyone else who wants to participate! Idk who follows me that watch’s BLs I’m sorry.

[nic-is-the-worst]

Every one should watch this movie because it’s crazy and bad. Leonard Nimoy is a psychic race car driver who gets Into a physical altercation with an elderly lady and also a child. Please watch it I’m begging you.

[residentrookie]

roslyn by bon iver is my favorite song of all time there i said it

[bones-sprouts]

hey guys if any of you are interested at all in arrested development you should start watching it right now!!!! on march 15th it gets taken off of netflix and the fifth season potentially becomes lost media!!!!!!!

[badolmen]

People against piracy fail to realize that no, I can’t just ‘buy it.’ They stopped making DVDs and Blu-Rays. They’re barely offering digital copies for download. I am not spending money I could use for food or bills to pay for a subscription service just so I can always have access to a beloved piece of media. Especially not when the service will remove media on a whim without concern for how the loss of access to that piece will make its artistic conservation nigh impossible.

For example, I recently learned that Disney+ had an original film called Crater. It’s scifi, family friendly, and seems cool - I would love to buy it as a holiday gift for my little brother! But: it’s exclusive to D+ and THEY REMOVED IT LITERALLY MONTHS AFTER ITS RELEASE.

The ONLY way I can directly access this film is through piracy. The ONLY available ‘copies’ of this film are hosted on piracy websites. Disney will NEVER release it in theaters, or as something to buy, and it may NEVER return to the streaming service. It will be LOST because we aren’t allowed to purchase it for personal viewing. If I can’t pay to own it, I won’t pay for the privilege of losing it when corporate decides to put it in a vault.

So yes, I’m going to pirate and support piracy.

Edit: if you are able, use $5 you would otherwise use for a streaming subscription to donate to a GazaFunds campaign.

[briscoelily]

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[hanlight]

I finished reading The Tainted Cup yesterday (A+++ y'all should read it, it's fantasy with a sherlock&watson main character duo and our POV char is the one like watson who is a bisexual disaster w dyslexia. the sherlock one is a grumpy lady who makes me scream every time she speaks. also there's leviathans a la AOT) and today I have decided to start better call saul bc of that one post by @jackwhiteprophetic comparing those 2 characters from breaking bad to buddie.

[divinekangaroo]

finally gets my long-planned no-kid uninterrupted time to watch Chungking Express

-> file is corrupted

[soldier-lodbrok]

Whom do I have to pay and how much to make icons for one actor out of a 2 hour running movie?

[bloodybellycomb]

"Netflix cancels show because of capitalism" is true but they aren't even succeeding at capitalism. Pretty much all streaming services are hemorrhaging money right now. In their desperate attempts to win at capitalism, they are failing at capitalism. They are killing art for the sake of a pretend profit they never receive. Pathetic.

[hairmetal666]

No one knows who writes the Hawkins High Tattler. It comes out every week, without fail, has for almost two decades. Everyone reads it, even teachers, even parents. It's caused more the one suspension, grounding, and even--famously--a shipping off to boarding school.

Steve's never let the Tattler get to him much. He's in it, of course, practically a new story every week. But it's just silly gossip.

Of course, Steve is also, currently, the titular Tattler, so. It's not like he's surprised when his name shows up.

It's his third year, his last year, and he knows everything that ever goes on at Hawkins High. It's pretty easy, honestly. Everyone thinks he's ditzy and vapid; nothing more than hairspray and polos. People will say anything around him, assuming he's not listening or not interested, and then bam. It's in next week's Tattler. No one even suspects him.

The confessions locker probably helps. Down by the theater, busted and unusable, the perfect place for people to leave tips, to tattle on their friends (or enemies, as the case may be).

That's what he's doing right now, checking the confessions locker. After 9:30 on a Friday night, the place silent as the tomb, perfect time for it. Pretty standard fare this week. The only thing of interest is that Eddie Munson was the person who broke all Ms. Click's pencils and left the stubs on her desk. This one, he laughs at, can't wait to publish it; can't wait to talk to Munson about it.

He gets a lot of stuff about Eddie. Most of it he doesn't publish because it's bullshit about satanic rituals--the nerdy kids he babysits play dnd, and there's no way Karen Wheeler is letting anything satanic happen in her basement--or about his sexuality, and one thing Steve doesn't do is out people.

Gathering up this week's submissions, he closes the locker with a soft clink, and he swears, swears he hears the squeak of a tennis shoe on the polished tile of the floor. He freezes, heart in his throat. Nobody has been here this late before.

Seconds pass but there's only silence. Confident he's only hearing things, he heads out, the parking lot just as empty as when he arrived.

---

He sees Eddie a few days later, when he's picking up the kids from the arcade. They typically exchange casual greetings, but as Steve waits, Eddie stands with him, offers him a cigarette.

"Read that was you who messed with Click's pencils. Good one."

Eddie shrugs, gives a little bow and a smile. "Happy to be of service."

"It was my class, when she found them. Never seen her so mad."

"No way," Eddie laughs. "Not even when Hagan drew dicks on all the textbooks?"

"Not even then, man. She was throwing pencil stubs everywhere."

"Fuck, sad I missed it." Eddie takes a drag, Steve's eyes following the movement, lingering on his mouth. Something warm and tingling builds at the base of his spine and he forces his gaze away.

"How long you in detention for?"

"I'm not. Swore it wasn't me, and Click doesn't want to admit she reads the Tattler, so. Not much they could do. "

"I've seen it sitting on her desk!"

"I know! She reads it when she has detention duty!"

They lean against Steve's car, laughing, and Steve feels good. This is good. He likes Eddie. He's funny and dramatic and smart and kind. He's not deserving of any of the mean things that get submitted to the Tattler.

The kids come streaming into the parking lot then, and Eddie stubs out his cigarette, says "see you around, Harrington," and Steve finds himself flushing for reasons he can't quite explain.

---

He starts seeing Eddie around way more. He's in school most days, smoking in the parking lot after the last bell, chatting with Steve in the hallways.

It shows up in the Tattler; big news that the King and the Freak are hanging out. Most of the submissions are about it, increasingly elaborate rumors about their supposedly deep, close friendship.

He wishes he could tell Eddie.

Eventually, Eddie invites him to smoke at the quarry. He doesn't hesitate to say yes, doesn't even bother to try ignoring the swoop in his stomach, the speed of his heart.

They sprawl out in the back of the van, Eddie's loud, raucous music pounding around them, sharing a joint back and forth.

Steve gets hazy, boneless, can't stop watching Eddie, the way his lips purse around the joint, his long hair glinting gold in the weak light of the camping lanterns, the pleased shine of his eyes every time he makes Steve laughs.

He likes Eddie so much. Everything about him, honestly. Butterflies ping in his stomach, happy and slow, and he thinks how nice Eddie's lips are, wonders how soft they must be. And he thinks--he's read the submissions, right--he knows the things they say about Eddie, and he wishes it was true, he wants--he wants--

He wants

---

Steve's running late to check the locker. Lost track of time at the diner with Eddie, and it's making him panic.

He stuffs the submissions haphazardly into the pocket of his hoodie, dancing with nerves, willing himself to grab them all and get out.

Locker emptied, he sprints towards the exit. He has a second to process someone barreling towards him in the dark, but he's going too fast to stop, can only brace himself as they collide.

It sends him sliding across the floor, Tattler submissions spilling out of his pocket like snow. He hits the ground, scrabbling for the papers, praying that whoever is here with him can't see them in the low light.

Hands grips his biceps. "Stevie, Steve, we have to get out of here" and there's a second where he's comforted by the familiar rasp of Eddie's voice before terror spikes again.

He pulls himself from Eddie's grasp, searching for any dropped submissions in easy reach. "Wha--why--what's--"

"I ran into Jason Carver and his band of idiots at the gas station. They're on their way to here to try to catch the Tattler in action."

Steve freezes. "I don't--that's not--I--"

In the deep silence of the empty school, they both hear the slamming of a door, a bitten off giggle. Eddie grabs his wrist and they run. Into the theater room, through a door Steve didn't know existed, to the backstage area of the auditorium.

"You should be safe here," Eddie says.

Panic spirals through him. "I can explain. I was just--I forgot a--I needed--"

"Harrington! I know, okay? I already know."

Steve can only blink at him, swallows rough in his throat. "What--Eddie, I--"

"I saw you. Weeks ago. Forgot my notebook in the theater room after Hellfire and had to run back for it. You were there, at the locker."

"You can't tell anyone."

"I'm not going to."

"No, Munson, you really can't. Nobody can know. Nobody--"

"Swe--Stevie, I promise. The secret's safe with me." He rocks back on his heels, chewing on his lip for a second before he continues. " I--I couldn't figure you out, you know? I saw you around with those kids and it didn't make any sense. King Steve, babysitting tiny nerds? But I saw you at the locker and..."

"You're giving me too much credit, man."

"I don't think so. You're never--fuck, Harrington--you're never mean. At least, not in the last couple years. You spread gossip, but you don't punch down, and you're funny as hell. Mean as shit too, but only to the people who deserve it."

His ears burn and he looks down. "Just because I have fucking--fucking editorial standards doesn't mean that I'm anything special."

Eddie scoffs. "Remember, Stevie, I was reading it a year before you were here. Cruel, vapid garbage. Always the most vile, pointless stories about people who couldn't defend themselves. And how many submissions have you gotten about me, for instance, that you've never used?"

Steve clenches his fists. "I would never--"

"I know. Sweetheart, I know. That's why I li--You're so fucking good, Stevie."

He laughs, ears burning. "I'm really not, Eddie. I try to write about fun gossip that can't hurt anyone too much, and nobody's found me out because they think I'm too dumb--"

Eddie reaches out then, fingers connecting softly with the edge of Steve's jaw. He can't help but lean into the touch, eyes flickering closed.

"You don't want to hurt people because you're fucking kind. You know how I know for sure? You must get submissions every week about me, and you've never once printed that I'm--" Eddie stops then, swallowing hard.

Steve's throat goes tight. He rests his hand over Eddie's, still holding his face. "Me too," he whispers. "Kind of. I like--it's both. For me."

"Oh," Eddie breathes, mouth lifting in a bright, beautiful smile that Steve can't help but return.

He's watching, sees when Eddie's gaze drifts his lips, making his breath hitch. He doesn't really think about closing the distance between them, slotting their mouths together in a tentative, gentle kiss.

"You're just full of surprises aren't you, Steve Harrington? Eddie asks when they part.

Steve blushes. "That's sort of the last of them."

"Sure. Next you'll be telling me you've played dnd."

"I have a character."

"What???"

"Human paladin. Dustin worked on it with me. Ready to get out of here?"

"Human paladin," Eddie gapes. "You know--you said--what's happening?"

Steve twines their fingers together, leading Eddie towards the auditorium exit. "Well, first we're going to walk out to my car and then we're going to my house, and we're going to look through Tattler submissions. Maybe makeout a little bit."

Eddie giggles. "What the fuck? Like. What the fuck, sweetheart?"

He turns to face Eddie, smile big and pure and bright with happiness. "If you're really nice to me, I'll let you help write this week's issue."

"Oh, oh. You're going to wreck me." Eddie mumbles, almost to himself.

"If you're lucky." Steve beams.