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[fly-chicken]

A Pragmatic and surprisingly comforting perspective about the Trump 2nd Presidency from the ACLU

***Apologies if this is how you found out the 2024 election results***

Blacked out part is my name.

I’m not going to let this make me give up. It’s disheartening, and today I will wallow, probably tomorrow too

AND

I will continue to do my part in my community to spread the activism and promote change for the world I want to live in. I want to change the world AND help with the dishes.

And I won’t let an orange pit stain be what stops me from trying to be better.

A link to donate to the ACLU if able and inclined. I know I am

[jes3icasriley]

late night confessions - tlou

paring - Ellie Williams x fem!reader/ Ellie Williams x miller!reader

summary: Ellie had been drowning in a feeling she could no longer ignore—was it love? It gnawed at her, restless and undeniable, until she finally turned to Tommy for advice, knowing Joel would lose his mind if he found out. Tommy’s answer was simple: get up and confess. And so, she did—knocking on your window, heart pounding, ready to spill everything.

Ellie knew she was screwed ever since she saw you standing alongside Joel and Tess. Not in the life-or-death kind of way—not like when she was running from infected, dodging bullets, or nearly dying by a group of hunters. No, this was worse. These were feelings. And worse than that, they were feelings for you—Joel’s daughter.

Which meant she was really screwed.

She didn’t know when it started. Maybe it was the first time you stood up for her against Joel, saying she wasn’t some dumb kid who needed to be babysat. Maybe it was the way you laughed—really laughed—when she made some dumb joke. Or maybe it was just you, always you, existing in a way that made her heart do things it shouldn’t be doing.

But there was no way in hell she was telling Jesse or Dina about it. Jesse would make fun of her for life, and Dina? Dina would absolutely run straight to you with the biggest, dumbest grin on her face. So Ellie did what any completely rational person would do in her situation—she went to Tommy.

The decision was made in a panic. She hadn’t even planned it. One minute she was helping him kill stragglers out on patrol, and the next, she was blurting out, “I think I’m dying.”

Tommy had blinked at her, understandably confused. “Uh… what?”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me..” Ellie mumbled, dragging her hands down her face. “I feel all… weird. It’s like where my stomach does this thing…like, like a tummy ache or some shit—whenever I see her, and my hands get all sweaty, and my mouth just stops working!”

Tommy frowned. “Who’s ‘her’?”

Ellie looked at him, looking around the area, almost seeming to want to ignore that question until she gulped. She sighed, cursing at herself, then actually telling Tommy.

“Yn..” she whispered, mostly to herself. Tommy moved his head to the side, giving Ellie that look like “speak up, I can’t hear shit” so she did just that.

“Urgh… y/n, okay? I don’t know, it’s… Complicated.”

Tommy stared at her for a long moment before a slow, knowing grin spread across his face. “Ohh. Ohhh.” He nodded, clearly enjoying this way too much. “You got yourself a little crush, huh?”

Ellie groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Don’t say it like that.”

“Like what? Like the truth?” Tommy smirked, nudging her with his elbow. “Wow, Ellie. You really went and fell for good old y/n? You sure you’re not actually dying?”

Ellie let out a dramatic sigh, flopping back against a nearby tree. “Might as well be. If Joel finds out, he’s gonna kill me.”

Tommy chuckled, shaking his head. “Nah, he won’t kill ya. Probably just glare at you real hard until you wither away.”

Ellie groaned again. “Not helping.”

“Alright, alright.” Tommy held up his hands in surrender. “Look, it’s simple—if she makes you all sweaty and dumb, you like her.”

“Wow. Thanks, Doc,” Ellie deadpanned.

“You want my advice or not, smartass?”

Ellie huffed but nodded.

“Just tell her.”

Ellie made a noise like she was physically in pain. “Are you insane? Joel would totally kill me. He’d turn me into boots, Tommy.”

Tommy shook his head with a small snort. “C’mon, Joel ain’t that bad.”

Ellie cocked her head towards him, giving Tommy a deadpan look.

“…Alright, yeah, he’s that bad,” Tommy admitted, laughing. “But I’ll tell you what—if he tries anything, I’ll take the blame. Tell him I put you up to it.”

Ellie stared at him, eyes wide with genuine horror. “You would die.”

Tommy grinned. “Eh, maybe. But it’d be funny.”

With that so-called “advice,” it led her to now. Standing outside your window like some creep, hands sweating, heart racing, trying to convince herself not to run away.

She knocked—too loud, too aggressive—before immediately panicking and knocking again, this time way too soft. She cursed herself, looking around the night of Jackson.

Maybe she still had time to run away and forget even confessing—until a few seconds passed before the curtain shifted, and then suddenly, there you were. Sleepy-eyed, confused, and unfairly pretty even in an old shirt and sweatpants.

“Ellie?” Your voice was groggy, and God, why did you have to sound cute right now? “What are you doing?”

Ellie opened her mouth. Then closed it. Then opened it again.

Shit. She should’ve planned this out.

“Okay, uh—so, funny story.” Ellie scratched the back of her neck, shifting on her feet. “You know how, like, sometimes you think you’re dying, but it turns out you have, like, emotions?”

You blinked. “Ellie, what—”

“I like you,” Ellie blurted, then immediately winced. “I-mean yeah, I like you. A whole lot actually. And I didn’t know what the hell was going on until Tommy—yeah, Tommy—explained it, which, by the way, super embarrassing—”

“Ellie.”

“—but then I figured I should tell you before I implode or Joel literally murders me—”

“Ellie!”

She finally shut up.

You just stared at her for a long moment, eyes scanning her face like you were trying to make sense of her rambling. Then—before she could fully process what was happening—you reached out, grabbed the collar of her hoodie, and pulled her forward, pressing your lips against hers.

Ellie froze.

Oh.

Oh.

She barely had time to react before you pulled back, searching her face with an expression she couldn’t quite place. “Does that answer your whole… thing?”

Ellie, who was still short-circuiting, managed to let out a very intelligent, “Huh?”

You laughed—soft, amused, ridiculously fond. Your cheeks matching her flushed ones, Ellie staring at you, then your lips again.

“I guess you can say I like you too?”

“I guess? What does that mean–”

“I’m kidding, I really–really like you too.”

Ellie blinked. Then blinked again.

Then—“Holy shit.”

You grinned, tugging her inside before Joel could wake up and murder her on the spot. Your hands still on her collar, pressing your lips against her cheek, a soft hitch coming out of Ellie.

You pulled back, your eyes scanning Ellie’s freckled cheeks and nose, turning a bright pink color as she placed her hand on the spot where you kissed her. Then, the stupidest—goofiest grin appeared on her face as she leaned in and pressed her lips against yours. You cupped her cheeks in your hands, deepening the kiss as the nerves left Ellie’s system and melted into the kiss.

Maybe, confessing wasn’t such a bad thing after all?

hiiI! So this is my first post, hoped you guys enjoyed it! And thank you soo soo sooo much for reading!

[gossippool]

i love the ship name poolverine because deadclaws is a very aesthetic ship name but also i feel like it's way too cool for the two most unserious idiotic characters in existence

[anonymous-force]

old request :3

[honeycreammilkshake]

we know that fighting is sukuna's canonical "love language"....

so what is this???

the level of physicality and closeness in all their fights is making me rabid. sukuna really gives yuuji such special treatment .... not only does he spare yuuji's life so many times when he could have killed him, he also keeps fighting yuuji in close combat when he literally has a cursed technique that can slice people apart from a distance.

this is a choice he's making to get so skin-to-skin with the enemy he's supposed to hate.

also, the way he was (unnecessarily) cradling yuuji's neck almost gently as he literally beats into him, how he's grabbing onto yuuji and just manhandling him — i'm no going to lie, it's almost carnal. how is so much intimacy in all of their fights compared to everyone else sukuna clashes with?

and the way sukuna is so expressive and uncharacteristically emotional whenever he gets to face yuuji. that brat just works him up so bad—

it's especially interesting when sukuna looks almost proud or excited to see what yuuji can do.

also.... sukuna, why do you look so excited for yuuji to come beat you up? is this like a date to you???

i mean, to be fair, sukuna probably considers violent brawling a love confession so no wonder why he's always ready to take on yuuji.

even in the official art he's so obviously into it.

the way he's smirking down at yuuji, holding onto his wrist, it's like he can't stop touching him. probably misses the closeness they used to have back when the brat was his vessel tbh.

i especially love that one scene where he literally sat on yuuji

he didn't have to do that. he just wanted to pin his brat down <3

"you're mine, you're not going anywhere without my permission" kind of thing really. like a bully with a crush would do.

in conclusion, sukuna gets off on throwing his boy around and feeling him up. it's just fact.

and yuuji is more than likely into it, too....

this means they share the same kinks traits to me tbh. if sukuna really did survive, i would like to believe that they would go on fighting hard with each other, even over the stupidest things. domestic cursed husbands to me <3

[tqlepatia]

How do we think Abby would like a chubbier/thicker reader yk stretch marks, caked up, insecure blah blah blah I LOVE YA

- she would be fucking obsessed, she like something to hold on, you are made for her

(I can't relate because I have more bones showing than the skeleton of Minecraft 💔)

[a2zillustration]

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[melatien]

smooch

[gojoest]

hello dashster, i am considering slowly making my way back here bc i miss you ! i have one tiny thing to say before i go back to my regular posting though — now this could mean 2 things, but fyi we all hate ai in this house

[jes3icasriley]

In another life

The last of us x the notebook AU

Paring - Abby Anderson (Noah) x fem!reader (Allie)

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Chapter 1: The Summer that Changed Everything

it was a dark warm summer day when Abby first saw you, standing near some bumper cars at the fair. You were surrounded by your friends, your laughter floating in the air, carefree and full of life. Abby really couldn’t take her eyes off of you. It wasn’t just the way you carried yourself—confident, but somehow still relaxed. The way your eyes sparked at the lights, the way you smiled without a care, and the way you held yourself like you had everything figured out. To Abby, you were everything.

She wasn’t usually one to get all starry-eyed over someone she just met. In fact, she’d always been the one to keep her distance, the one who did the pursing. But there was something magnetic about you, something that made her heart race a little faster the longer she watched from afar.

Manny noticed her trace-like state, nudging her elbow. “Dude, your drooling all over her,” he teased, his voice light but but knowing.

Abby snapped out her “trace”, glaring at him with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment. “Shut up, Manny,” she muttered, trying to keep her gaze back to the ground. “I’m not drooling.”

“Yeah okay.” Manny laughed, bumping his shoulder into hers. “Just go talk to her, man. She’s just…. y’know over there playing ring toss, looking like she’s having the time of her life.”

“I—“ Abby hesitated, unsure what to say. “I don’t even know her name.”

“Y/n,” Manny said, his tone dropping to something more serious. “Her family is loaded. They’re here for the summer or something, staying in that big mansion over by the lake. You really don’t know her?”

Abby’s brow furrowed as she turned back toward the fairgrounds. She could see you now, laughing with your friends after winning a stuffed animal. She couldn’t help the way her heart skipped. It was like the universe had thrown you into her path, and she wasn’t sure what to do about it.

“No, I don’t know her,” Abby said, her voice low, almost to herself. “But I think I want to.”

Manny snorted, clearly entertained by his friends behavior. “I’ll give you a heads up—she doesn’t seem like your type, Abby. But if you’re serious about this, go for it.”

Abby didn’t even notice Manny walking away until he was out of earshot. She was too busy watching you as you tossed the ring onto the bottle, your eyes narrowing with focus, your lips curling into a grin as you words “you won!” Appeared at the top of the screen.

“Maybe,” Abby muttered to herself, “this summer is gonna be a lot more interesting than I thought.”

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Later that evening, after Abby had managed to work up enough courage to walk over to the bumper cars, she spotted you again on the way. You were just stepping off the ride, laughing and brushing a loose stand of hair from your face. Abby’s heart seemed to skip a beat as she stood there, frozen for a second too long. She had no idea what she was doing, but her feet moved on their own.

“Hey!” Abby called out, her voice more nervous than she’d intended, it didn’t stop her from pushing forward though. “You just got off the bunker cars, right? You, uh, having fun?”

You turned to face her, and for the briefest moment, Abby could’ve sworn the world stopped spinning. The way your eyes grazed at her face— your eyes tracing her facial features. That was enough to make Abby’s heart race. You smiled, a playful glint in your eyes.

“Yeah,” you said, your voice light and friendly. “You were watching me? I thought I saw you earlier.” You raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but not entirely thrown off by Abby’s sudden appearance.

“Uh, yeah,” Abby stammered, feeling a blush creeping up her neck. “I mean, not… not in a creepy way or anything. I just… um, saw you win the ring toss earlier. That was impressive.”

You laughed, clearly amused by her awkwardness. “It’s just a game,” you shrugged, but the smile on your face told Abby everything she needed to know. You were warm, approachable, and you had no idea what you were doing to her.

“I’m Abby,” she managed to say, trying to force some confidence into her voice. “I just—“

“Y/n,” you interrupted with a grin, offering her hand, “nice to meet you, Abby.”

She took your hand, the contact sending a shockwave through her that she wasn’t prepared for. “So, uh,” Abby started, her mind racing for something else to say. “You, uh, you come here often?”

It was a terrible line, and she knew it. She could feel herself cringing inside, but you didn’t seem to mind. You just smiled wider, shaking your head.

“Nope, just here for the summer,” you replied easily. “My family has a house nearby, so we come down to the fair whenever we can.”

Abby nodded, trying to focus. “I didn’t realize this was your thing. The fair, I mean. You seem like someone who’s into other… things.” She immediately regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth, but to her surprise, you laughed.

“Well, you’d be right,” you said with a smirk. “But I’m here for the summer, so why not enjoy a little nostalgia while I can?”

Abby grinned, relieved that she hadn’t totally embarrassed herself. “Well, if you’re up for it, maybe you’d let me show you around some of the other booths. I’m pretty good at the games here.”

“Oh really?” You raised an eyebrow, amused. “You think you can beat me at the ring toss?”

Abby smirked. “I’m better than you think.”

[ms-demeanor]

Since some people might want a Mac, I'll offer a Mac equivalent of your laptop guide from the perspective of a Mac/Linux person.

Even the cheapest Macs cost more than Windows laptops, but part of that is Apple not making anything for the low end of the tech spectrum. There is no equivalent Mac to an Intel i3 with 4 gigabytes of RAM. This makes it a lot easier to find the laptop you need.

That said, it is possible to buy the wrong Mac for you, and the wrong Mac for you is the 13-inch MacBook Pro with the Touch Bar. Get literally anything else. If it has an M2 chip in it, it's the most recent model and will serve you well for several years. Any new MacBook Air is a good pick.

(You could wait for new Macs with M3, but I wouldn't bother. If you are reading these guides the M3 isn't going to do anything you need done that a M2 couldn't.)

Macs now have integrated storage and memory, so you should be aware that whatever internal storage and RAM you get, you'll be stuck with. But if you would be willing to get a 256 gig SSD in a Windows laptop, the Mac laptop with 256 gigs of storage will be just as good, and if you'd be willing to get 8 gigs of RAM in a Windows laptop the Mac will perform slightly better with the same amount of memory.

Buy a small external hard drive and hook it up so Time Machine can make daily backups of your laptop. Turn on iCloud Drive so your documents are available anywhere you can use a web browser. And get AppleCare because it will almost certainly be a waste of money but wooooooow will you be glad it's there if you need it.

I get that you are trying to help and I am not trying to be mean to you specifically, but people shouldn't buy apple computers. That's why I didn't provide specs for them. Apple is a company that is absolutely terrible to its customers and its customers deserve better than what apple is willing to offer.

Apple charges $800 to upgrade the onboard storage from a 256GB SSD to a 2TB SSD.

A 2TB SSD costs between $75-100.

I maintain that any company that would charge you more than half the cost of a new device to install a $100 part on day one is a company making the wrong computer for you.

The point of being willing to tolerate a 256GB SSD or 8GB RAM in a Windows laptop is that you're deferring some of the cost to save money at the time of purchase so that you can spend a little bit in three years instead of having to replace the entire computer. Because, you see, many people cannot afford to pay $1000 for a computer and need to buy a computer that costs $650 and will add $200 worth of hardware at a later date.

My minimum specs recommendations for a mac would be to configure one with the max possible RAM and SSD, look at the cost, and choose to go buy three i7 windows laptops with the same storage and RAM for less than the sticker price of the macs.

So let's say you want to get a 14" Macbook pro with the lowest-level processor. That's $2000. Now let's bump that from 16GB RAM and a 512GB SSD to 32GB and 2TB. That gets you to $3000. (The SSD is $200 less than on the lower model, and they'll let you put in an 8TB SSD for $1800 on this model; that's not available on the 13" because apple's product development team is entirely staffed by assholes who think you deserve a shitty computer if you can't afford to pay the cost of two 1991 Jeep Cherokee Laredos for a single laptop).

For $3000 you can get 3 Lenovo Workstation laptops with i7 processors, 32GB RAM, and a 2TB SSD.

And look, for just $200 more I could go up to 48GB RAM and get a 4TB SSD - it costs $600 to upgrade the 14" mac from a 2TB SSD to a 4TB SSD so you could still get three laptops with more ram and the same amount of storage for the cost of one macbook.

I get that some people need to use Final Cut and Logic Pro, but hoo boy they sure are charging you through the nose to use products that have become industry standard. The words "capture" and "monopoly" come to mind even though they don't quite apply here.

"Hostile" does, though, especially since Mac users end up locked into the ecosystem through software and cloud services and become uncertain how to leave it behind if they ever decide that a computer should cost less than a month's rent on a shitty studio apartment in LA.

There's a very good reason I didn't give mac advice and that's because my mac advice is "DON'T."

[calkestis]

HBO's THE LAST OF US episodes + music @pscentral event 17: vibrance

[gossippool]

hi can i mansplain -, –, and — to y'all. this is not even directed towards anyone i just have no opportunity ever to talk about this so take these as fun facts on punctuation i guess

so these are called the hyphen (-), endash (–), and emdash (—), and these are all used in different and specific ways. (also the endash and emdash are just called that because of the lengths of the letters n and m. now you know)

firstly, the hyphen (-) is used ONLY to connect words, like uhh. self-respect or something. and speaking of which, you hyphenate words whenever they are adjectives put before a noun, like a five-year-old boy, but not if the boy is five years old.

secondly, the main usage of the endash (–) is actually for ranges. when it is a replacement for "to", like the years 2012–2015 for example, or the time 1:30–5:30, you should be using the endash with no spaces before and after.

moving on to emdashes (—)! they can also be represented by two hyphens (--). so when you break up a sentence like this—to talk about extra information and whatnot—you either use the emdash (—) with no spaces before and after it as shown above, or the endash (–) with spaces. the hyphen should not be used at all in this context.

"and if you're interrupting someone—"

"—or if you're—if you're stammering and repeating words, you should be using the emdash as well."

speaking of which, you can interrupt dialogue with action (without a speech verb like 'said') like this:

"you did all this"—she gestures around her—"for me? 🥺"

there is no occasion in which you should have a space after an endash or before it.

and that concludes my mini ted talk. thank you for coming

[kikidoesthings]

i am SO excited fo tlou season 2

y'all dont even KNOW

i will not tolerate kaitlyn and bella slander on here <3

[tqlepatia]

Ellie with a girlfriend that still likes to wear bows and cute outfits even though it's the apocalypse? 👀

💌⌇ pretty n' pink.

- conceited