#thread: blackout

[honeyknome]

[creativitycache]

Oh my god it finally happened!

My small closed subreddit I moderate finally got the attention of the Reddit overlords!

Guys they sent this message 8/8/23, I closed the sub two flipping months ago and they finally noticed I'm still waving a tiny defiant flag

[sinn-bee]

For #Bingliuweek24 || Day 1 Lust/Chastity

Don’t feed me, I will come back || 🔞

🗡️Fresh from abyss Huan Hua disciple Luo Binghe/Experienced Dom Liu Qingge

🗡️Misunderstandings, Xin Mo, Kinda hidden identity

🗡️BDSM Dynamics, Dom Liu Qingge, Submisisve Brat Luo Binghe

[boredintjqueen]

Conspiracy theory time:

First Twitter. Then Reddit. Now ao3. Meanwhile Instagram and Threads are doing fine. Meta's taking out the competition. They'll come for us next. It's a Zuckerfest. Brace yourselves.

[flicker-bot]

 @faultfindingfirebot​ asked: [  pull  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  closer  to  them 

Flicker was just using the elevator, thinking about leaving for a short walk before it would be his recharge time, when all lights in the firehouse went out and the lift came to a halt. The young mech startled.

The lift had reached the ground floor, but it had stopped a moment too early and when Flicker rushed forward, his ped caught on the gap. He stumbled with a sharp yelp, but just then he felt someone grab his arm before he’d hit the floor. When he was pulled closer, he recognized the figure in the dark.

“Uncle Wave!” Flicker gasped and turned his headlight on. “What happened? W-why did the power turn off?”

[hauntsect]

❥ ❝ A scene of the past begins with @dollhidden 's Hong-Jo ❞

Moths and butterflies fly away at the smallest disturbance. Hyles is used to staring at them from over the window of his room. Usually, they fly away when rain approaches – something that happens all too often. Yet, today, the clouds have yet to darken any further, they flutter away anyway.

They're not running away from something, but someone. Eyes travel over to the general area, he sees someone approaching. Were they walking towards the entrance of the Sanatorium? Strange, they weren't expecting visitors today, were they? The doctor would've told him, it always slips out.

Curious, he moves away from the window, the spell broken, walking over to the door. He opens it slowly, peeking through, making sure no one was around the hallway. Barefoot, he walks in his tiptoes, hoping not to be noticed by anyone. Eventually, he goes down the stairs to the first floor. Strange, there was no one at the entrance, the girl practically could walk her way in without so much as a scolding.

Well, her invasion would be interrupted by one Hyles who walked towards her, standing right by the side of the reception desk where the employees should've been.

"Are you lost? You look like the type to get lost often."

Drip, drip, drip... The rainfall begins.

[onewithblankets]

I sort of phased out of using reddit a while ago, so the whole mess feels like watching a childhood home burn down. Like, yeah, I don’t live there anymore and most of my stuff has been moved out, but I still liked visiting and some of my favorite people were there

[thegreatbacon]

The Coming Discourse Vacuum

Food for thought in a post-Twitter world

I originally published this piece 2022-11-18 on my blog, but then forgot to share lol. Thought it was relevant again with the Twitter/Reddit/Bluesky/Threads talk this past month.

There is no doubt that Twitter is collapsing. Millions of bytes have flown over the last few weeks describing the chaos both on the platform and in the private domain of its offices. Advertisers have pulled out, poorly thought out technical decisions have been made, hastily designed products have shipped, the majority of staff have either been fired or walked out the door, and the new owner and CEO is publicly melting down ON the platform for all the world to see. Some real grade A content if you will. The Adam McKay movie is writing itself. Yet as dumb as the whole saga is, it feels like there’s clearly something else at stake here, some sort of loss being felt. As much of a carnival as Twitter has always been, there is social value in it.

The widespread recording and reporting of police brutality in communities leading to the Black Lives Matter movement and the George Floyd protests of 2020 likely couldn’t have occurred without it. Last year when a wildfire broke out in the north suburbs of Denver, I used the platform to get almost real-time info and pass it on to friends and family living close to the disaster.

It’s the place to go for breaking & front page news. To hear the latest japes and gossip. It’s one of the town squares of the internet. And now it’s on fire while a lone, pathetic, billionaire is trying to rip it apart and sell it for scrap after buying it on a whim.

So, what’s next?

Some people are starting to look for the future in newer, less established spaces. But what if before our society immediately moves on to the next big thing, we take a step back to dream of a green field. If we could do it all over again, what should it look like?

To start with let’s talk about the elephant in the room, Mastodon, which is one of the new things that people have been migrating towards. Mastodon is part of the Fediverse, a collection of open source tools and platforms that prize decentralized architecture first and foremost. This means allowing anyone to host their own instance of a server and then connecting it to other servers in a federated model to gain network effects.

So instead of just one single giant ship plying the shitposting seas, it’s a bunch of rafts lashed together. If you don’t like how things are going, you can untie your raft and set off on your own. Or that’s the idea anyway.

But in my experience I’ve found the whole system unintuitive and overwhelming despite the fact that I write software for a living. Where am I supposed to make an account? How do I make sure I’m in the same network as the funny people I was following on Twitter? Does anyone in this federation even live in my state?

The barrier to entry is too high and the core architecture of Fediverse software fragments the new social network right out of the gate, undermining the very reason Twitter was useful in the first place. The replacement has to be centralized, it has to be the same place everyone agrees to show up. That’s how town squares work.

Another consideration for this future digital town square should be democratic controls baked into it from the start. The goal here is to keep any one particular petulant owner from taking control of the whole thing. This is ostensibly the purpose of federation in Mastodon, but I’m talking about even lower level controls. Elected moderators to patrol the space and ways to debate and decide the rules that govern the space. Baked in polls for voting on anything from names to new channels to modifying community guidelines. Focus on democratically controlling a single instance from within its own framework before jumping straight to federation.

Lastly, just like how a good tax base helps keep public places clean and maintained, this theoretical future platform would need some mechanism for collecting monetary support from its users, instead of an ad driven model. Ad driven platforms will always be forced to sacrifice the user experience for driving advertiser metrics.Instead let's talk about things like up-front registration fees or monthly supporter tiers, cosmetic items or badges for purchase, and publicly published operational budgets so users know how much they need to open their wallets. We could even dream of an honest to god new state-run utility that can actually levy taxes to manage and operate the platform!

As I’m writing this piece, one of the top trends on Twitter is literally #RIPTwitter. Even if the website technically lives on past tonight, it’s clear that it has lost the trust and confidence of its community, the lifeblood of any social media platform. So as we stagger out of this burning square, we should all take a moment to unplug, touch some grass, talk to our friends and family around our kitchen tables, and take a deep breath. In that moment of quiet, let’s dream about something better, before we go back to looking for something to fill the vacuum.

[riotinyellow]

maybe the threads migration is a good thing. Maybe in 3 years, no one will be using Twitter, but the queer teenagers. Maybe Twitter is just going through a tumblr phase right now

[predakingrising]

(Continued from here x ) @thesoundlessvoid

Blackout is in the middle of Primus know's what in his office when the call comes through. At first, he is silent, but then, excitement strikes.

:: Preds? Dude. What the fuck, where you been? Are you okay? ::

Predaking had never expected to get a reply, having fully antisipated people to be furious with him for vanishing so suddenly without a trace, not even a distress beacon left behind. There one day, and gone the next- much like the titan and his nomadic ways he supposed. Perhaps that's why he wasn't met with ire?

Instead the excitement that coloured Blackout's tone has him surprised, frankly endeared the giant owl was happy to see the dragon at all- or rather hear him. However choppy the signal was.

::I believe I owe you an apology, firstly. I've-::

The predacon pauses, worrying at his bottom lipplate.

::Stranded was where i've been. I was with my creator- Shockwave. He had requested assistance to what should have been a routine inspection on his territories... It was not, as you can guess.::

Predaking sounds far more tired than the last he had met Blackout, their audacious rambles across the lush islands now long since colonised by Cybertronian and Predacon alike.

::Shockwave's entire fleet was struck into deepspace, communication dead and adrift into nebulae- it is a miracle we made it free. Your engineering skills taught to me long ago certainly made the difference.::

[myriadxofxmuses]

@4fter-hours

[bargainsleuthbooks]

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[scealaiscoite]

‧₊˚ 🏠 ✩ domestic prompts

¹⁾ a basket of laundry left in a doorway

²⁾ a sticky note on a pillow

³⁾ colourful fridge magnets

⁴⁾ a laden clothesline

⁵⁾ plates of fresh-cut fruit

⁶⁾ towels warm from the dryer

⁷⁾ the whistle of a kettle

⁸⁾ messy bedsheets

⁹⁾ books stacked on a nightstand

¹⁰⁾ a cupboard of mismatched mugs

¹¹⁾ fresh-brewed tea

¹²⁾ a sink full of dishes

¹³⁾ pictures lined up on a mantlepiece

¹⁴⁾ sun-warmed floorboards

¹⁵⁾ odd socks

¹⁶⁾ overflowing paper grocery bags

¹⁷⁾ a steamed-up bathroom mirror

¹⁸⁾ dinner left in the oven to keep warm

¹⁹⁾ a porcelain teapot

²⁰⁾ mismatched cutlery

²¹⁾ potted herb plants lined up on a windowsill

²²⁾ a stocked bar cart

²³⁾ a teeming closet

²⁴⁾ cold tiles

²⁵⁾ a shared bath

²⁶⁾ rooms decorated with trinkets

²⁷⁾ a jewellery dish

²⁸⁾ shoes left by a doorway

²⁹⁾ a faded portrait in an old frame

³⁰⁾ soft lamplight

³¹⁾ the drone of a ceiling fan

³²⁾ homemade lemonade

³³⁾ a messy makeup vanity

³⁴⁾ faded coasters

³⁶⁾ lit candles

³⁷⁾ frayed couch cushions

³⁸⁾ a blanket draped over a sleeping form

³⁹⁾ creaky stairs

⁴⁰⁾ fresh-cut timber

⁴¹⁾ an overgrown garden

⁴²⁾ a spare room

⁴³⁾ a medicine cabinet

⁴⁴⁾ jasmine bath salts

⁴⁵⁾ soft pyjamas

⁴⁶⁾ bare feet on cold floorboards

⁴⁷⁾ sunday dinners

⁴⁸⁾ post scattered under the letterbox

⁴⁹⁾ family photos

⁵⁰⁾ an old armchair

⁵¹⁾ scrawled-on calendars

⁵²⁾ a roaring fireplace

⁵³⁾ reminders stuck to the fridge

⁵⁴⁾ boardgames

⁵⁵⁾ a dusty attic

⁵⁶⁾ smoke curling out of a chimney

⁵⁷⁾ evenings on the porch

⁵⁸⁾ a record player

⁵⁹⁾ tangled chargers

⁶⁰⁾ a chipped bathtub

⁶¹⁾ a silver serving tray

⁶²⁾ souvenir shot glasses

⁶³⁾ a blackout

⁶⁴⁾ movie nights

⁶⁵⁾ a late dinner party

⁶⁶⁾ half-finished crochet projects

⁶⁷⁾ a loose thread on a sweater

⁶⁸⁾ dog leads hung by the door

⁶⁹⁾ a leaning coatrack

⁷⁰⁾ a grocery list

⁷¹⁾ patterned dishes

⁷²⁾ bright teatowels

⁷³⁾ an empty drawer

⁷⁴⁾ vhs tapes

⁷⁵⁾ documentary reruns

[kaylasficrecs]

spencer reid recs - part 3

close to home | imagine, fluffy flangst | @reidrum

not expecting you to leave | imagine, flangst | @gublernatural

what he knows | imagine, flangst, comfort | @luveline

guilt ridden | imagine, flangst | @reidmania

don't think i don't like you | one shot, fluff | @luveline

criminally hot | imagine, flangst | @kisses4reid

safe | one shot, flangst | @rynbutt

you know the killer doesn't understand | one shot, angst (slight fluff) | @nereidprinc3ss

protect you | imagine, flangst | @spencerlicious

meant to be yours... | imagine, flangst (more fluff) | @lostbo0

choose me, love me | imagine, flangst | @cookiescribble

healing hands | imagine, fluff, comfort | @mistiell

castling | imagine, flangst | @reidrum

not her | one shot, flangst | @reidmarieprentiss

playing with spencer's hair | drabble, fluff | deactivated blog

emergency contact | one shot, flangst | @vanteguccir

falling behind | imagine, fluff | @catssluvr

bracelet | drabble, fluff | @dylsluvrs

home | one shot, flangst | @auroralwriting

where we were meant to be | one shot, flangst | @reidmarieprentiss

you start to grow worried | imagine, flangst, comfort | deactivated blog

kiss, kiss, fall in love | imagine, fluff | @rumplereids

hearts aligned | imagine, fluff | @raekensluver

your wife, huh? | drabble, fluff | @julssreidd

something better | imagine, angst | @reidmarieprentiss

doodles | imagine, fluff | @catssluvr

kisses his forehead | imagine, fluff | @luveline

now i have to act like i can't read your mind | imagine, flangst | @pathologicalreid (tw)

movie night cuddles | drabble, fluff | deactivated blog

closet confessions | imagine, fluff | @smurphyse

actress' savior | one shot, flangst | @piastappies

i wish i knew you wanted me | imagine, fluff (slight angst) | @irndad

heart-stopping | imagine, fluffy flangst | @dr-spencer-reids-queen

in omnia paratus | one shot, flangst (more fluff) | @street-smarts00

convenient | series | @kisses4reid

post it note | imagine, fluff | deactiavted blog

always, i'll wait | imagine, flangst, comfort | @pathologicalreid (tw)

burn notice | imagine, angst (slight fluff) | @pathologicalreid

angel pt 2 | two shot, angst | @reidmoony-toast

touchy when drunk | imagine, fluff | @moonstruckme

hazardous materials | imagine, fluff | @pathologicalreid

nurse!reader | imagine, fluff | @luveline

touch starved | imagine, fluff | @foxy-eva

losing you | imagine, flangst | @pathologicalreid

blackout | imagine, fluff | @gghostwriter

wanted: a gentleman | series | @gghostwriter

one single thread of gold | one shot, fluff | @gghostwriter

how dare you think it's romantic... | one shot, flangst | @reidrum

encourages them to go for it | imagine, fluff | @tinyluvs

the first time spencer gets jealous | imagine, fluff | @mggslover

[mead-iocre]

Can't Pay the Rent | Leah Williamson x Reader

synopsis: can't pay the rent trend

warnings: none x

word count: 1.1k words

*＊✿❀○❀✿＊*

You angle the camera, making sure it was just right. Pressing the record button, you quickly shift the flower vase so it was covering most of your phone screen from direct view.

The "telling my partner I can't pay the rent this month" prank.

You've seen this thread floating around tiktok and you've been tempted to try it ever since. It was a silly little trend, harmless, and fun.

And you couldn't wait to try it on your girlfriend.

Straightening your back again, you try to look nonchalant, curling your knee to your chest and leaning back into Leah's side. She was currently laser-focused on the footy on screen. Not a lot can distract Leah Williamson from a game of football, so it gave you enough time to set up the camera without the blonde noticing. There could be a tornado outside and Leah wouldn't notice until the screen turns off because of blackout.

Out of habbit, she raises an arm, curling it around you and snuggling you closer into her side. Without taking her eyes off the screen, she presses a quick kiss to your temple.

You wait a beat, taking the opportunity to stare at the woman beside you. You look at her, entranced by the way the light falls across her profile, kissing the edges of her hair. Blonde locks brush against her cheek as she pushes her hair back, letting out a frustrated huff at whatever is going on on-screen. Blue eyes—so soft, yet sharp with intention. Her clever brain was most likely analysing plays. Her lips, just slightly parted in concentration, are rosy from the amount of times she would bite them.

You catch yourself staring a little too long, pressing your lips together to try and hide your smile. You will yourself to get into character, putting your past manifestations of being a Hollywood actress into fruition. Now was your time to shine.

"Hey, Lee..."

She hums. Her hand comes up from behind you, fingers instinctively running through your hair. She doesn't look at you though. Her eyes are locked on the screen in front.

You poke her side.

Usually, she would catch your finger and playfully bring it up to her mouth to give you a gentle bite, but all she does is shift away from you.

You pout.

Poke.

"Baby, stop. I'm watchin'"

You poke her side again. "I need to talk to you, Leah"

Her face changes immediately after hearing your words. The blonde frowns, eyebrows already furrowing in concern. Surprisingly, she turns her face towards you.

That was quicker than you thought. You thought you needed to poke and prod longer than that. On the inside, you were practically preening at how attentive your lover is. You hoped the camera was catching all of this.

The football was now an afterthought seeing as how she is blindly feels for the remote beside her. She presses the mute button, tossing the remote back on the sofa beside her.

She turns back to you, her face focused.

"Sounds serious," Leah shifts so that her thigh was pressing against you knee. She brings her other hand over, rubbing your leg, all her attention now on you. "You alright, baby?"

"Yeah-- I just--" You pause for dramatics, like how you've seen all the actresses do.

Letting out a big sigh, you press your Summer Friday coated lips together as if you found it very hard to let the next words out.

"I can't pay the rent this month."

For a moment, all your girlfriend does is stare at you. You part your lips, prepared to repeat what you just said in case she did not hear you the first time, but then she speaks

"...the rent?"

You nod, empathetically, as if you were truly troubled by this revelation. "Yeah. I can't pay this month"

Leah just stares at you for a moment. She blinks a few times, the furrow between her eyebrows growing deeper. Her expression was one of genuine bafflement, and if you weren't careful you would've cracked then and there.

"...we don't pay rent? I bought this flat."

Now it was your turn to pretend to look baffled. You exaggerate it slightly, tilting your head to the side. "okay but I still can't pay..."

Suddenly, the blonde turns her entire body towards you, mirroring your position. She takes a deep breath, the one where you know she was about to lecture you about something very important.

"Baby, you have never paid rent," She says slowly, emphasising her words. While a rarity, you still recognised the sight in front of you. Leah was a hundred percent in captain mode right now.

She squeezes your thigh, her eyes crinkle slightly by the corners. Her voice softens, all full of affection, "in your life."

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, she lets out a small chuckle. "I'm surprised you even know the word "rent"'

You fight the urge to smile. It was hard to be serious when Leah had that goofy expression on her face. The one where her eyes are serious, but one corner of her mouth is tilted upwards, as if fighting her own smile.

Schooling your expression, you continue your performance of a lifetime. You push the hand still drawing patterns on your thigh away. "Lee. I'm serious."

"and I'm bein' serious too, princess” Your girlfriend cups your face, squeezing your cheeks into a pout. Her eyes drop to your lips like they always do. "because why would my girl be paying rent, huh?"

"I used to pay our mortgage" She emphasises, sneaking a quick peck on your lips, unable to resist loving on you. "and besides, you cry at the sight of numbers when they're not printed on a receipt"

You sigh, still keeping up the charade. You hoped she didn't notice your twitching lips.

Although Leah was right though, you weren't the best with numbers-- even during school. As far as you were concerned, the only numbers you were concerned about is the number of shopping bags you could fit in the car. "Maybe next month I could--"

"Fuck no." She laughs, bellows more like it. She pulls you to her, throwing herself back on the sofa and pulling you along, so you were essentially on top of her. A very familiar position.

If this continues, the footage might not be allowed for public consumption.

"Baby, I'm not making you pay rent-- ever. The only thing your pretty little head needs to worry about is what bag you're gettin' next" She rolls her eyes playfully at the last bit, but you know she means it.

"besides...you can pay me in other ways"

You raise an eyebrow at her, mirroring the growing smile on her face. You knew exactly what she is implying.

She cradles your cheek, craning her neck up so she could whisper in your ear. "Why don't you go put on that pretty pink set you bought the other day-- with the lace garter and thigh highs..."

Yeah, this video is not getting posted.

oh to be platonic housemates with a hot football player (who also happens to notice when you’re wearing new underwear) x

・❥・- kisses, butter

*This work is my original creation. Please don’t copy, share, or translate it without asking for my permission first. Thanks for respecting that!

[archangeldyke-all]

more blue collar sevika and housewife reader PUHLEASE ANGEL 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

i'm tapping my fingers together like an evil villian rn heheheehe

men and minors dni

in your house, the weekends are sacred.

sevika works long, hard hours, in rain, snow, or shine. she's up before the sun, and she's usually out like a light before ten.

but on the weekends? sevika doesn't have to do any of that.

so, on the weekends, you wake up before the sun, before carefully sneaking out of bed to pull the blackout curtains down. you leave sevika to sleep for as long as she can, while you work around the house. you usually manage to run some errands, finish the chores, and make sevika a nice, big breakfast before she comes stumbling out of the bedroom.

"goodmorning, love." you giggle at the sight of your wife. her hair is standing straight up on the back of her head.

"mmph." sevika grunts, walking over to wrap you in a hug. you sigh happily, pulling her tight against you, slowly working your fingers through her bedhead while she wakes up on your shoulder.

from there, the morning moves slow. usually, sevika will make you drag all the food to bed so you can eat in each other's arms. it's the one time a week you allow the pair of you to eat in bed-- the sheets will be ruined by the end of the day anyways.

you'll exchange kisses, watch movies, read and nap. and then, when sevika's really relaxed, you'll shove sevika onto her front and straddle her waist, shoving her shirt up and lathering her back in massage oil.

and as hot as all the grunts and groans and 'fuck right there's she lets out are; you usually manage to stay focused on your task. your wife really needs a massage, and you've got all day to make her moan some more.

you've gotten pretty good at giving a massage over your years with sevika. most times, she's alseep by the end, drooling into her pillow.

you don't bother to wipe up the excess oil before laying down beside her. you'll just ruin the sheets later today, anyways.

when you wake up again, mid afternoon, sevika turns on her side and flashes you a cocky smirk.

"what's that look for?" you giggle.

"lemme take you out for dinner?" she asks.

"how spontaneous." you deadpan. you do this every weekend. sevika darts forward to kiss you, and then the pair of you clamber out of bed to get ready for your date night. you take your sweet time getting dressed (sevika trying to match her outfit to yours) dancing, kissing, and giggling together.

date activities vary from picnics in the park to restaurants expensive enough they have a valet. the few common threads between all your dates are: a shared bottle of wine, footsie at any opportunity, and the two of you ending the night making out like teenagers on the hood of sevika's truck.

"you spoil me, you know." sevika mumbles on the ride home, her intertwined with yours on the center console. you chuckle.

"awfully funny coming from the breadwinner... and the woman who paid for dinner." you tease.

sevika pulls your hand up to kiss your knuckles. "you make our meals, and you keep our house clean and functioning, and you do all the groceries and errands, and then, on top of all of that, you manage to spoil me with breakfast in bed and massages and make out sessions."

you grin. "just wait 'til we get home and i get my hands on you."

sevika grins and when she pulls to a stop at a red light, she pulls you in for a nasty, passionate kiss.

the light turns green. neither of you notice. somebody honks. you break apart with guilty giggles.

when you get home, you ruin the sheets.

(and after, you drag sevika into the shower, soak her in steam until she's half asleep, then pull her into a freshly made bed to start the whole thing over again tomorrow.)

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