#turn deck off

[confinesofmy]

one of my favourite steam deck customisation features is that any webm can be your startup movie if you put it in the right directory, which opens you up to endless possibilities from hundreds of user-created startup movies to various porno videos you've downloaded from chan sites. do i want the second one? noooo god no. did i try one out just to see? well yes.

[raevenswritingdesk]

Now that the episodes aired

Anyone else still want to know what this means?

Why the mismatched hearts? Hmm

[laddertek]

etho having the time of his life lol

...bonus:

[vinnyandthephenomena]

i feel bad for jay sharing a hotel room with tim i just know his ass snores loud as hell

[firestorm09890]

Ienzo the Liar

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

I'm curious to know, what would you and your f/o's houses be/look like??

[klerothesnowman]

Lower Decks is Over and it's Given Me Hope

It's time for me to admit my greatest shame...

I am in my 30s.

That's right, I'm the weird one who wont get off the internet. I'm supposed to be having kids and working a Job™ and instead I'm on Tumblr, the website that is very much so only populated by minors and not a collection of millennials and gen xers who will never move on.

One of the things I think I have to grapple with the most as an adult is endings. And not "oh god oh god I'm reaching the end" ending, but just stuff like the things I love and had been a constant in my life just... Concluding. Gone. I thought as a Firefly fan I could handle a show being cancelled but fact is I was a fraud, I didn't watch it until it was over.

But I'm talking long running, decade long loves. The things that I couldn't even think about ending. Like fucking Sesame Street.

What I'm saying is Nanami Kento was the realest dude.

The Venture Brothers ended after 15 years. Final Fantasy XIV hit its big ending after 10. Destiny had the best ending it possibly could have had with the Final Shape. Naruto ended for me twice, first the Manga then the Anime. I didn't even watch the Anime, but I watched those final episodes and just like finding out who gave birth to the Venture Bros, and just like watching the credits roll on my Warrior of Light, I felt an immense feeling of catharsis. This was it. It was over. my investment is satisfied.

Here FF14 players might be contractually obligated to post the screenshot after mentioning the screenshot and I don't wanna take chances.

There was a big part of me that thought the reason I had such an emotional reaction to these endings was because of the investment, and that I'd probably never experience anything like it again. I wont have that wave of memories, a joy of seeing however many years of history culminate into one big ending.

So Lower Decks was only like, 3 years old? And as the final minutes of the finale panned over all of the characters on the Cerritos we've grown attached to over the years, I felt the catharsis. I felt that my investment was satisfied.

And I'm going to feel it again, because I was a dumb idiot wrapped up in despair over being officially Old. I didn't feel satisfied by the endings of the things I loved because they were old, I felt satisfied because they were satisfying endings.

So, thanks Lower Decks. I look forward to seeing what replaces you.

[dravidious]

Rares aren't exciting because they're super strong they're exciting because they're a place to write the most wacky bullshit off-the-wall lines of rules text possible

What the fuck kind of text is "Other creatures are Food artifacts" that's so fucking stupid I love it so much. Is it strong? That could not possibly be further from the point. The point is that you see this and say "What the FUCK that's ABSURD!!" and then you try your absolute hardest to make some dumb bullshit combo with it. Whether you succeed or fail is far less important than how many silly interactions you discover during the process

Fucking "Ward - Sacrifice a Food", that's hilarious, this card is amazing

[empress-hancock]

Oh this is hysterical

[ffcrazy15]

So my father recently gave me a book on home wiring. I am not very good at anything regarding handywoman skills, but I’m eager to learn and did read through the first ten pages or so. Which is how I now know that Mariner and Boimler are the most redshirty of redshirts, because:

WHY THE HELL DIDN’T YOU TURN OFF THE POWER, ARE YOU TRYING TO GET YOURSELVES ELECTROCUTED DURING ROUTINE MAINTENANCE?

(Also Mariner test-shooting herself with a phaser in the background is pEAK redshirt behavior.)

[ecosyncrasy]

Ever since dedicating this deck to Her 💗, the readings i’ve been getting are absolutely crystal and pointed. But pulling this card after asking “how do you see me?” Made me tear up.

[scratchandplaster]

FEBUWHUMP DAY 24 - "I'm doing this because I care about you"

CW: dubcon touching, disabled Whumpee, regretful Whumper

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

The Jays were winning - at least that's what Elliot suspected, given the commentators' roar coming from the TV.

He sat at the bottom end of the bed, Chris hovering over his left shoulder like a hawk, and tried his best to enjoy the late-afternoon baseball match.

For what felt like an eternity now, Chris had waited for a good day, a good hour to start this special kind of torture. One had to ask if there was any sense to it all. If Fahim's professional efforts back at the hospital left Elliot like this, what could the maker do against his permanent souvenir?

Still, Morris had fought tooth and nail for this chance and finally, he didn't dare to betray this hard-earned trust. Rule number one Elliot had made extremely clear: don't touch the hand. 

Okay then, Chris could work around that. He started slowly, dots of lotion were carefully rubbed across the neck and shoulder to help ease a first group of sore muscles.

Even one single touch burned like the infection was still lingering inside. Deep breaths kept Elliot stable, though he indulged in the fantasy of jumping up and out the window. Again and again, his muscles were worked until red, until circulation had found its way back towards them. 

Just as both men got used to the uncomfortable dynamic, Chris stumbled on a noticeably denser point inside the tissue.

Pressing down on the trigger point with more force, the good kind of pain, the one that brought relief with it, flooded Elliot. It even reached behind his eyes, coaxing a quiet moan out of him, as the finger fought the possible birthplace of the headaches that haunted him on really lousy days.

Satisfied with his subject's compliance, Chris dared to move lower, kneading along his upper arm as if he were trying to wring his biceps out like a wet towel. Call it pain-induced placebo, but Elliot felt a sense of ease spread underneath the constant burn.

A few inches further proximal, a cluster of hardened muscle cords slumbered underneath cold skin. Chris, using the same intensity as before, pressed his thumb into it.

A coiling sting, the bad kind this time, tore through his joints and made him leap up in surprise.

"Easy with the pressure, man."

"You're not wounded here," Chris claimed matter-of-factly.

What a pretty way to tell me to shut it, Elliot thought to himself. Even though the festering heat did have its root in the bright red scar under his fingers, it still sprouted throughout his upper body erratically. He groaned: "No, but-"

"Then it's fine."

"It's not, it hurts!"

Morris huffed, his face glowing crimson in the TV lighting: "I can get this to work, just be more patient."

"I'm not a rusty hinge you can bend straight again!"

Withdrawing quickly, too quickly for his nerves' liking, Elliot escaped the wrench-like hold. Great strategy, just squeeze every last drop of optimism from me.

Defeated and huffy, Chris just dropped back against the headboard and pulled him close against his chest. Another word and his Ell would probably give him the cold shoulder until dawn.

In silence, they returned to watch the game unfold. The Jays were definitely winning tonight.

Careful to let his hand rest at a relieving angle, they both knew that every step towards Elliot's recovery was frustratingly tedious and without any guarantee of success. Tomorrow, Chris would try again.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Thanks for reading 🤍 [Febuwhump 2024 Masterlist]

@febuwhump

[glitch-e-stardust]

kibby riding a kibby o.o

[359midnightburgers]

I don't understand why rich people think buying from those big brands is a flex. You telling me you have the money to buy from independent creators who handmake everything with love and you chose to buy something from a factory line that is identical to thousands of others? That was your bright idea for the day? Damn

[omarwolaeth]

Checked after it was streamed 3 hours ago. Day 1's streamed matches for the Austin NAWCQ really were all Fiendsmith decks and one (1) Tenpai player.

[tweedfrog]

Modern au Jon has an entire pintrest board of hand illustrated dramatic wolf drawings with angsty diary captions he did at 13 and years later he finds out a whole industry has spawned from putting them on shirts and merchandise and he has to sit like this while wondering if the money he would make for suing ppl for ripping off his IP is worth the embarrassment