#why do horses have iphones

[buzzyb33]

Prompt: while planning the new sidemen video, Ethan makes sure you get the best time by taking you to Poland, may be the cheap team but make sure you got the greatest time.

Warnings: spoilers for sideman Sunday on 29/10/23, mentions of hair colour and length,

Got you into all of the great bookings.

Really giddy from airports both in GREAT moods as you hop around the airport

Taking photos of you in your sideman hoodie, hair down, glasses identical to his, your AirPod Max’s while sipping on Starbucks, going straight to his insta story

Sleeping on his chest in first class 🤭

Booked loads stupid activities for you as it’s your first time in Poland!!

Filling your insta story with site seeings and pictures of josh (being a dad), JJ frowning and Tobi enjoying himself.

Let you sleep with some jet lag while he surprised the other 3 members, left you with a sweet text.

In the morning had you by his side, not on camera just next to the camera men as JJ excitedly spent his (and some of Tobi’s) money on a horse ride.

“Why are you tea bagging a pigeon?..” I say mostly to myself and josh turns to me shaking his head, Ethan doesn’t seem to hear me as JJ approaches, I stay at Ethan’s side as Tobi shakes his head.

“He lead them too us..” I smile and pull my hood down, in a matter of minutes- the boys are surrounded by people and I step away, sure I make content but no where near as big as my boyfriend as I made more gaming videos.

I wait and I see a teenage girl looking at me with a hesitant look, I smile and she approaches me.

She gulps. “Y/-N, right- yeah- I know you can- I have a photo?” She asks and pulls out her lilac iPhone 11 I nod and take a photo with her.

I smile, feeling proud of myself.

Most of the time I stood next to Steve (the bodyguard) holding onto Ethan’s glasses.

“We’re going to a bunny café? That’s fucking sick- though I did think Poland was more famous for their ducks and boars.” I say as I sit next to JJ as Ethan leans over and puts the bunny ears on his head.

grinning a lot and enjoy the free trip

Ethan holding your hand as you two trail behind

Enjoying the food and drinks

When you two get back to the room just falling asleep holding each other the second you get into your room.

Ethan and JJ getting calls from the other boys and all 8 if you talking on the phone in a random restaurant.

Though, if you didn’t eat with the boys Ethan definitely payed for your whole day out consisting of feeding ducks, spas, hair done, polish massages, and making sure you enjoy yourself.

Ahem, thanked him

Calling him halfway through the day thanking him and giggling about feeding the ducks.

“I’ll see you later- I have to Uhm, what’s it called? Oh yeah I’m going to this restaurant where they have.. cucumber soup? I dunno, love you though, have fun.” I grin into the phone.

“Alright- love you too have fun, see you later, love.” He clears his throat as he hangs up, trying to contain his smirk utterly from his girlfriends excitement.

“You just use these videos for Y/ns benefit- and you for Freya.” Tobi says as they roam the wax shop, looking at all the poorly made celebrities.

“Mhm..” Ethan dismisses.

Ethan leaves the boys to get on their Ryan air as he comes back to hotel room, you packed for him as you headed to the airport, you thanked him and hugged him- swaying side to side.

When you got on the plane he proceeded to take photos of you sleeping on his chest, nuzzling into him.

The fans got FED. Absolutely FED.

A/n: 😵‍💫😵‍💫 Love little head cannons, nope you do too, REQUEST anything on my character list, I will get to it ASAP.

[lilwetto]

Save a horse, ride a cowboy (18+)

Scrim x Y/N

Warnings: SMUT. Also will be written in third person BUT it might change to first since it's easier for me idk yet. might change it.

A/N this is my first scrim smut, so GO EASY ON ME. I also cannot do small paragraphs. I'M SORRY. I'm learning okay lmao, this is new to me all over again- this will not be light work, ok? Also would appreciate requests n shit, I want to actually test how far I can go with these while writing my stories on wattpad. I'll update whenever I can here, there's no hate here, only love. All my smut that I post here will be on my wattpad under LTE since I want to make an imagines book based on requests. It's difficult writing stories and trying to come up with ideas for imagines so pls give me ideas.

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It's been a month since you've heard from Scott, the two of you had been fighting on and off for the last three years, being in a relationship with him had never been an easy one. You had been best friends from the start to failed lovers now, he had written a verse about you in their song Escape from Babylon- talking about how you had gone from saying "I hate you" to "I love you", you've been in love with Scott since before the fame, however he had never felt the same way about you until a few years ago. 

Your last falling out, you decided to pack all of your shit and move out of the home you two shared. He was entertaining the females on tour and that seemed to be the last of your strength to stay in that relationship, leaving hurt the most since you felt like he never fought for you. 

Unfortunately, you’d have to see him again, you were their stylist for onstage attire and helping with the style of any music video any of them would be in. You knew Scott had a music video coming up, he had been writing a new album for the last year and a half. some new genres for him to try. Autotune being his best friend of course. 

You were dreading that phone call from their manager, Kyle. He knew your relationship with Scott was in fact all over the place, everyone could see that the two of you would always fall out, it was no secret that you were slowly starting to hate the person he had become. 

The last few minutes were peaceful yet horrible as you were pulled from your thoughts by the harsh ringtone of your iPhone. You groan out loud as Kyle’s name flashed across the screen, knowing you couldn’t ignore it. He paid you to do your job. 

“What?” You mumbled after accepting the call. 

“Nice to hear you’re cheery, Y/N.” His chuckle rattled your brain, rolling your eyes in disgust. “We need you to style this next video, come out to Chihuahuan Desert.” The fucking desert? Great. You think to yourself.

“When?” You mumble. You already knew the answer to your question, now. 

“Now would be great.” You look at the time. 

“Why the fuck are you guys picking closer to 11pm?” You didn’t want to leave the comforts of your bed. You managed to find a small apartment in New Mexico since your house with Scott was located in the middle of New Mexico. 

“Y/N, we’re not doing this again, be here in the next hour.” Kyle hung up on you, making you more annoyed than ever as you climbed out of bed and threw on some clothes that’ll keep you warm for the night. 

You drive your car to Chihuahuan Desert, seeing parts of the crew already setting up the lighting for this music video. Scott hadn’t released any new music yet, he had so much in the vault and was too picky to choose what he wanted to do with them all. 

You weren’t happy that they wanted to do this music video at stupid o’clock, parking your car and climbing out. You walk towards the group of people, seeing Kyle getting hands on. “Where is he?” You ask. Clearly not wanting to see or talk to Scott. 

“He’s in that trailer.” He pointed towards the trailer park looking as home. You rolled your eyes and walked up to the doors, knocking loudly as you hear a grumble and the words “come in.” 

Scott was looking over a few pieces of clothing, keeping his eyes locked onto the table as you stepped into the trailer. A part of you wanted to hug him tightly, but the other part wanted to cuss him out and cry. You were the only two in the trailer, looking over at the thousands of clothing that he couldn’t pick from. 

You grab a white oversized shirt, orange sweatshirt and a pair of his baggy jeans, placing them to the side as you looked over at his accessories. “What were you thinking of wearing?” You break the silence first. 

“Was thinking maybe this chain and bracelet.” Your hand brushes against his as the two of you go to pick up the same item. “Sorry.” You mumble quickly. 

Scott shrugs it off and plays it cool as he picks up the white cowboy hat and places it onto his head, a different look for him. He was branching out, picking up new styles from what he does in Suicideboys. 

“I want to say I’m sorry.” He started, catching you by surprise. Scott never apologized; he was stubborn as fuck when it came to him being wrong. In Scott’s eyes he was always right, who was the female in your relationship, huh?

“Doesn’t matter, I’m over it.” You say before you can even stop your words from rolling off the tip of your tongue. Scott wouldn’t like that answer and it felt foreign coming from you as you turned your back to leave the trailer to let him get dressed. 

“What?” His hand enclosed around your right upper arm, making you mentally groan. This is the last thing you wanted to deal with right now. “You don’t give a fuck about us?” 

You let out the biggest laugh as you turn your head to look at him. “That’s rich coming from you. Scott, it’s you who doesn’t give a fuck about us. I have chased you and pleaded and what would you do?” You huffed in annoyance as he turned you to face him. 

“You know I ain’t mean it like that, shawty.” He was doing his little cheesy grin, the one that would get him what he wanted as he bit on his lip. 

“Get changed, you asshole.” You wanted to leave because this always happened, it was always a cycle with Scott, and you were too tired to keep going around like a merry-go-round. 

He pulled your hands towards his belt, lingering your fingers over the cold metal piece. “I think I need some help.” He mumbled that grin still sitting on his lips made you want to slap it off. 

You thought about leaving, but somehow you were in a trance, helping him out of his clothes to change into these new ones. He reached around you, locking the door from behind you before he pressed you up against it. 

His arm outstretched beside your head, resting his hand on the door. “Suck it.” He mumbled, his other hand now holding your chin as his thumb grazed against your lower lip. 

Being the good girl that you were, you slowly got to your knees and with the help of Scott had his pants around his thighs. He was semi-hard, almost waving at you. Your eyes doe-like, stared up at him as you slowly stuck your tongue out. 

You tapped the head of his length against your tongue, you were going to tease him. Scott didn’t deserve to get it how he wanted it, you slowly run the tip of your tongue from the head to the base then back again before spitting at the end. 

He was trying not to moan, watching your every move like a predator stalking its prey. His thumb caressed your cheek as you eased him between your lips, gently nipping your teeth against his sensitive skin. This earned you a small groan from him, this was new, you hardly ever took the upper hand when it came to sex. 

“Y/N, stop teasing.” He grumbled, getting flustered by the lack of contact that he wanted. You peered up to his eyes, seeing the sparkle glistening in his eyes from the lights outside. 

Scott didn’t care much for people hearing and sometimes he didn’t care if anyone saw the two of you fuck, you were his girl and only his. He grabbed your hair in an attempt to get you to do what he asked. The game you were playing with him? Dangerous as hell. 

You pulled your head away, gazing up at him like a deer in the headlights. The look he always loved seeing on you. “Stop fucking playin, Y/N…” He was becoming agitated. 

“Who said I was playing, Scotty?” A small smirk finally appeared on your lips as his hand moved from your face to your hair in seconds, forcing you to be face-to-face with his now hardened length. 

He was throbbing, you could see it with the way it moved like it had a pulse. Your tongue touched the tip, jumping in excitement over a little bit of contact. Your lips finally making the contact that he so longed for, wrapping around his length caused Scott to groan under his breath. 

“Fuck..” Those words weren’t meant to be heard especially by you. He didn’t want you knowing that he had been missing you, his stubbornness stopped him from calling and texting you, refusing to sleep with any girl that threw themselves at him. 

He gripped your hair and slowly began to thrust his hips as he forced you to bob your head against them, taking the upper hand like he always done. You gagged slightly, feeling him hit the back of your throat. It had been awhile, moaning against him before he pulled himself out. 

He forced you up, pinning your back against the door as he roughly pulled your pants and panties off, standing on them to keep them in place so you could take them off without falling over. Scott grabbed your hand as he fell back against the couch, pulling you on top of his lap as he then eased himself inside of you. 

A low groan fell from his lips as he held your hips tightly, allowing you to move when you wanted to. The feeling of him stretching you out caused a soft whimper to burst from your throat, you had missed this feeling of him inside of you. 

You began to slowly rock your hips back and forth, each time you’d build more confidence in each roll forward. Your hands rested on his shoulders as you began to spell ‘coconut’ with your hips. 

“Holy shit… Y/N, you been watching videos or some shit?” His eyes peered from under the hat, licking his lips as he thought about devouring you right there and then.

You laugh under your breath which turned into a moan as Scott began to thrust up inside of you. His hands holding your hips firmly still as his hip movements became faster. His groans were filling the empty spaces as you began to rub circular motions against your clit, you refused to let him be the only one to cum. 

“Fuck… I can’t hold it anymore.” He mumbled, you took the hat from off his head and placed it onto your own. 

Your hips began to move faster against his own movements. Your moans becoming louder as he quickly covered your mouth, grunting as he filled you with his thick, warm load. You whimper under your breath as you feel yourself tighten around him, releasing yourself all over him.  

“Shit…” He chuckled quietly under his breath before placing a couple of soft kisses to your lips. “That was good.” 

You hum in response and slowly slide him out. “What can I say? I missed it.” You placed the hat back on his head and pulled your panties n pants back on before heading outside again. 

Everyone was staring over as you exited the trailer. “What?” You mumbled as Kyle came over. 

“The entire team heard the two of you..” He laughed, acting as if he was embarrassed for us. 

“What can I say? I like to save the horses and ride me a cowboy instead.” 

[medusapelagia]

07 - The family ranch

written for @steddieangstyaugust (prompt: Moonlight ), @augustwritingchallenge (Prompt: fam/ranch), and @aug-kissed (prompt: Indirect kiss) Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve/Eddie TW: sad ending Words: 1704

When Steve failed his senior year and his father told him he'd have to work all summer he thought he meant working at his father's law firm in Chicago, not at the ranch in the middle of nowhere, where even the latest iPhone couldn't reach any signal unless he stand really still at the very end of the stalls, and work as a wrangler.

Sweeping away beads of sweat with the back of his hand, Steve wonders once more why his grandfather bought a huge ranch in Wyoming when he never stepped out of his huge manor on the east coast and he definitely had no love for horses whatsoever.

But in the end, he must admit that he’s happy his father sent him there to punish him because he discovered more about himself than he thought.

Even if working under the supervision of a young man just a couple of years older than him was annoying, Steve quickly found out that he loves spending time out in nature and that the horses are lovely and intelligent creatures.

Not that Edward ‘Eddie’ Munson, the Ranch Manager's nephew, ever made him feel welcomed.

He spent weeks making fun of Steve’s “town boy” attitude and his hairspray, but now that they have worked together every single day for almost two months, Steve must admit that he really didn’t know anything about the job and that Eddie thought him to love the stupid ranch and all his animals. 

When Steve got off the plane and found a rattling van waiting form him, he wasn’t expecting to learn so much and to have fun taking care of the horses, exactly as he wasn't expecting to find the Eddie Munson fun, interesting, and hot.

Saddling the horse, Steve chuckles at the idea of his Dad being the major cause of his bisexual awakening. He can’t deny that he’s attracted by the dark-haired boy whose eyes have never seen the ocean or never played golf but that have delivered more calves than Steve can even imagine.

For weeks they have danced one around the other, brushing their fingers while brushing the horses or exchanging stares that meant more than they dare to say, but none has had the courage to do something, and before they know it, their time together is almost finished.

Steve sighs, remembering to himself that those are his last couple of days at the ranch and that he will be back in Hawkins soon, attempting senior year for the second time.

The idea of getting back makes him sad, but he always knew the time to go back home would have come, so he tightens the saddle and guides the horse out of the stable. Eddie is waiting for him, already riding his huge black mare.

These are Steve's last couple of days on the ranch, and Mr. Munson, Eddie's uncle, has given them permission to camp outside for the night.

Eddie hasn't stopped talking since the moment they got on their horses and left the ranch, cantering slowly toward a nice clearing near a lake where Eddie and Wayne usually take the cow to water and refresh. But tonight there aren't cows to take care of and the lake it's just for them.

"Wayne used to bring customers here, but the lake is deep and there was an accident, a kid escaped from his parents' supervision and almost drowned, so he refuses to take anyone else." Eddie explains to Steve when he asks why such a beautiful place isn’t on the list of their natural attractions, "But you can swim, right?"

"I was the swim team co-captain," Steve replies proudly.

"Does this mean you can swim? Or it's just a title, my king?"

"Fuck you, Eddie!" Steve complains, rolling his eyes. 

Since Eddie caught a glimpse of Steve's Twitter account and noticed that his nickname was KingSteve he hasn't stopped teasing him for it.

"At least buy me dinner before, Harrington," Eddie replies, sticking out his tongue while they keep riding. 

The ranch is enormous, and Steve's grandfather owns acres and acres of land that now is used to attract rich tourists who want to live an experience in contact with nature. Steve would have never imagined how many people are willing to pay to take care of the horses, maintain the stables, cut firewood, and fix fences, the very same thing Eddie is paid for and Steve is not.

But tonight is their night, they have packed all the supplies they'll need to camp, and as soon as Eddie finds a place he deemable for them they'll set up camp for the night.

When the air starts to get fresher, Steve understands that they are getting close to the lake, and he's proven right when he finally sees a shiny blue surface waiting for them. Both horses instinctively move toward the lake, but Eddie is quick to grab their bristle and stop them.

"No, girls," Eddie says in a stern tone, "not going into the water until we get off, ok?"

The horses seem to understand and they wait quietly for their riders to get off and guide them toward the fresh water.

"Don't let Daisy get in too deep, she might slip on the rocks." Eddie reminds Steve while patting the neck of his horse.

Once the horses are refreshed, they tie them to a big tree, making sure they have enough rope to walk around and graze, then they start setting camp. Under Eddie's supervision, it doesn't take long. Steve chuckles, thinking how much he hated Eddie when he first met him and how much he has grown on him in the last couple of months.

"So you told me you can swim, right?" Eddie asks with a mischievous smile, and in a moment Steve finds himself soaked with his clothes still on.

"You're lucky I didn't have my phone on me, Munson!" Steve yells when he reemerges.

Eddie quickly strips off his clothes and joins him in the water, "Need help stripping?"

"Fuck you!"

"Maybe later." Eddie winks while Steve gets back on shore to take off his soaked clothes and gets back into the lake in his blue boxers.

They play in the water like kids, pushing each other underwater or challenging each other to swim faster and farther. 

There, in the middle of nowhere, Steve feels happier than he ever felt before.

"Can't believe I'm leaving in a couple of days."

"You could always come back to visit. You're fucking rich, aren't you? I’m sure you have a private jet somewhere."

Steve sighs, resting on the shore, enjoying the sun's warmth, "It was supposed to be a punishment. Don't think Dad will be eager to send me back here and work on the ranch. He wants a son who'll follow his steps."

"And what do you want, Steve?" Eddie asks, and the question has too many hidden meanings that Steve isn't sure he's ready to answer to, so he slowly gets up, wears his damp jeans, and tells Eddie that he is going to fetch some wood for the fire.

When he comes Steve helps Eddie with the fire and looks at his long slim fingers stirring some beans in a little pan. The bread is warm and soft when they eat, staring at the moonlight whose reflection gently lightens the lake's waters.

"Have you ever smoked, King Steve?" 

"Did you forget I attended one of the most prestigious private high schools in the Country? Of course, I did." Steve chuckles.

"I’m sure those rich boys you hang out with have no idea how to have fun. Such a pity… thank god I'm here to help you with your education."

"Are you a teacher now?"

"Didn't I teach you how to take care of the horses and clean their stables? Didn't I teach you how to make a fire? Didn't I-"

"Ok, ok. Got it. So, Professor Munson, what are you going to teach me today?"

"How to shotgun."

Steve shivers in fear and pleasure. On one side he's more than eager to kiss Eddie but on the other side, he doesn't want to kiss a boy for the first time ever and leave the next day.

"So, what do you say?"

Steve bites his lips while Eddie grabs a joint from his bag and quickly lightens it, the red cherry shines bright red when Eddie breathes in some smoke and exhales it slowly.

"Just one time…"

"If that's what you want. Open your mouth, sweetheart." Eddie smirks, breathing in some smoke and getting closer, just a few inches from Steve's pulp lips.

Eddie opens his mouth and lets the smoke escape in white swirls.

"Take it in... good boy. More?"

Steve nods, already feeling the effect of the smoke.

Eddie's lips drag in the smoke and release it so close to Steve's lips that's almost like kissing.

But they are not.

Because tomorrow Steve will leave and he won't see him again.

“I’m leaving soon,” Steve whispers, his eyes red and his pupils huge.

“I know.”

“I won’t come back.”

“I know that too.” Eddie nods, finishing the joint while Steve stares at the moonlight, high as a kite.

Steve would like to push Eddie on the old blanket and kiss him stupid. Taste him and explore his body like he did so many times with the girls of the school. But Eddie is something different, something important. He deserves more.

“I wish things were different.” Steve mutters, drawing mindless patterns on Eddie’s naked arm, “I wish I could stay.”

“You could. If you would.” Eddie replies without looking at him, “The place is practically yours. None will kick you out.”

But Steve has a girlfriend waiting for him at home. He has a future already decided and it doesn’t include hot cowboys or a ranch.

Eddie doesn’t insist. They sit in front of the fire until the fire dies and they find refuge in their sleeping bags.

If during the night their bodies find each other it’s only to warm themselves.

The next day, when Steve leaves for the airport, it isn’t Eddie who drives him to the airport, but Wayne and neither of them says a single word during the journey.

[ourladyofomega]

Will a 9, 20, 32, and 35 do? 🦉

@polvo-lunar draws the winning numbers!

# 9: Do you like dancing?

I used to and didn't do much of it at all. A couple of super-rare dance club nights and salsa-dancing with my then-g.f., and that was that. I don't see the point in doing it myself nowadays because I wasn't really into it to begin with.

#20: Do you make / listen to your own playlists, or do you just shuffle all songs?

I shuffle songs when I'm on the train to the city or at the gym. I stuff a few hundred songs in my iPhone for the ride (whatever they'd be or where they're from) then randomize my plays from start to finish, and viola!...I have a playlist for the day. For the gym, it gets reversed. I grab what already works (synthwave, industrial, hardcore, etc.) and gets shuffled afterward.

I make seasonal playlists for myself every three months. Those are ones I always listen to that helps me remember people, places, and experiences. They're also the basis of some personal stories I write. I also make playlists for my radio show and they're all posted on @omegaradiowusb. I'm almost at 400. It's a perfect place for everyone to see what I find / play and how I'm on top of what's going on across multiple genres. And speaking of:

#32: Your least favorite music genre?

I'll start by saying this, but the later-Nineties was not a good era for music. Britney Spears, Limp Bizkit, and N*Sync came out. Alternative was no longer recognizable to me. Pop and club hits were at is worst and least innovative. It was all industry and sounded plastic. Another genre started to pick up steam and that was 3rd-wave ska.

I heard it being name-checked all the time but was somewhat kept in the dark about it. When that came up, it made elitist dicks out of many people who thought they were above all and everybody. Why? Because those people were into the originals (Specials, The Selecter) and felt threatened when bandwagoners got into 'industry' bands like Less Than Jake, Goldfinger, and Reel Big Fish and called it ska. I finally leaned into it to hear what all the hype was about, and I'm like "this is it? Circus music?" It was ridiculously silly and too McDonald's for me. I immediately jumped off of it and got back to my regularly-scheduled hardcore. I’ve had interactions with the keepin’-it-reals and I, too, always thought they came across as bottom-line all-important assholes in general who were extremely passionate of protecting the sanctity of their real-deal clown car anthems. These checkerboard cadets had their noses up to the sky when they weren’t looking down on me because I didn't like it. And I think to myself: "this is what you’re so up-in-the-ass about?"

But, that was the final spike in the iron maiden for Nineties tunes. I know we all have to start somewhere, but it's so bad on all counts that I couldn't take ska (save for bands like The Selecter and Specials) and those pompous high-horses seriously.

#35: Do you play music while taking a shower?

I play music while I sleep, wake up, and check my d.m.'s before getting ready for my in-home shift. I play and audition all my music finds after my shift is over. I played music during when I worked at retail. I play music while driving and taking the train to the city and back. I also play music when I'm gaming, go food shopping, at the gym, and at the radio station when I do my broadcast.

The only time I don't play music is when I'm showering. Good one. ;)

[gothicprep]

something that gets under my skin somewhat about tech discussion is that personal preference stands as this huge elephant in the room. under 25s, for example, have no problem with bringing the hammer down on facebook and its questionable ethics. but a large part of the reason why is that they either don’t use or enjoy its services. the same people here would probably be a lot more charitable to tiktok/bytedance, depending on their feelings about it.

I’m not going to get on my high horse too much about inconsistency – that’s all of us in some way or another – but it sticks out to me a lot how anti-corporate types tend to give more allowances to tech services than they deserve. “it’s because of iPhone” really shouldn’t be a sassy joke. I’m not saying you should fling your phone into the ocean or anything, I’m asking you to pay attention. what’s this doing to your behavior? how is this eating at you?

don’t live a kaczinsky lifestyle. just take inventory on the role tech has in your life.

[arithecreatorsstuff]

Things Johnny Cage is No Longer Permitted to do On Base

By order of General Blade, signed off by Major Briggs, Johnathon Carton Cage is no longer permitted to do the following activities on base grounds:

Challenge new arrivals to banana cream pie battles (it was funny once, but only when the Joker was here, and even then it got old after the first 5 times)

Set up ANY communications devices (we cannot keep replacing your iPhone, just have Commander Cage do it from now on)

Organize "team building" exercises. Tanks do not build themselves.

Redecorate the Officer's Club

Hold paintball matches (General Blade is still angry part of her favorite tank is now irrevocably neon pink)

Teach any offworlders slang (Why did you even think teaching Raiden 'yeet' and 'yoink' was a good idea is beyond me)

Create 'performance art' from Sub Zero's ice klones. Grandmaster is still not amused, but the one with the reindeer antlers was cute

Use Grandmaster Hasashi to toast marshmellows

Refer to female members under his command as his 'angels' (you aren't Charlie, and since Commander Cage is under your command, it's downright creepy)

Challenge new members to dance offs. Face it, you CANNOT dance.

Replace Lord Fujin's jelly beans with the really weird ones from that movie (cilantro, soap, earwax, and death are terrible flavors to drop on an unsuspecting Elder God)

Drink with Bo Rai Cho. Seriously, his rice wine is stronger than Asgardian mead, which will also have you doing stupid things. Remember the horse incident?

Build any sort of kombat robot (strapping a knife to the office roomba does count)

Touch the rocket launchers

Talk to Lt. Rambo (his request, he's not a fan in the least)

Attempt any sort of repair on a government vehicle (how did you manage to make a jeep explode while changing a tail light is beyond me)

Make beer

Make wine

Make ANY alcohol

Declare holidays (stop trying to make 'Ninja Mime Day' happen, unless you want several people trying to remove your head)

Enter 'Dad Joke-Offs' with Master Takahashi

Tease the prisoners (you're damned lucky Tasia only kicked you in the junk)

No. More. Dartboards! You are not to be trusted with them. Kabal is still angry about you scoring a bullseye on his left buttcheek

[mightyflamethrower]

The Hertz Meltdown Reveals Scale Of The EV Debacle

BY TYLER DURDEN

Indeed, the artificial boom and then meltdown of the EV market is a modern industrial calamity. It was created by government, social media, wild disease frenzy, far-flung thinking, and the irrational chasing of utopia, followed by a rude awakening by facts and reality.

CEO of Hertz Stephen Scherr has been booted out due to a vast purchase of an EV fleet that consumers didn’t even want to rent. The company has now been forced to sell them at a deep discount and in a market where consumers are not particularly interested.

Looking back, however, Scherr’s decision to bet everything on an EV boom was a disaster that was highly praised at the time. Only last year, the company bragged: “This morning, [Hertz] was recognized by The White House for our efforts to expand access to electric vehicles across the country. Demand for EV rentals is growing and we’re here to help our customers electrify their travels.”

Pleasing the Biden administration is not the same as pleasing consumers.

The demand turned south fast in a real-world test of drivers. But that’s not all. Hertz could not make their investment pay no matter what they did.

The key issues with EVs are as follows.

The cost upfront is much higher. Financing charges are higher. They depreciate at a higher rate than internal combustion cars. The insurance is more expensive, by at least 25 percent. Repairs are much more expensive, if you can get them done at all, and take longer. Tires are more expensive and don’t last as long because the car is so heavy. Refueling is not easy and missteps here can have nightmarish consequences. They are more likely to catch fire.

Any motor vehicle accident that impacts the battery can lead to repairs higher than the value of the car, that is totaled with so much as a scratch.

To top it all over, there is no longer any financial advantage to the driver. It now costs slightly more to charge under many conditions than to refuel with gasoline.

The novelty of driving one for a day wears off after the first day. At first they seem like the greatest thing that ever happened, like an iPhone with wheels. That’s great but then the problems crop up and people start to realize that they are fine for urban commutes with home chargers and not much else.

They make truly terrible rentals. Obviously, under rental conditions, people have to use charging stations rather than a charger in the garage. That means spending part of your vacation figuring out where to find one.

Not all are superchargers, and if it is a regular charger, you are looking at an overnight wait. If you do find a station with fast chargers, you might have to wait in line. They might not work. You waste hours doing this. And you likely have to reroute your trip even to find a station without any certainty that you will get a spot with a functioning charger.

No one wants to do this. When you rent a car, all you want is a car that goes the distance. And typically car rentals are for going some distance else you would just take a taxi or a Lyft from the airport. You might need to drive several hours. And god forbid that this takes place in cold weather because that can reduce your mileage by half. Your whole trip will be ruined.

Why in the world would anyone want to rent one of these things rather than a gas-powered car? 

You might be better off with a horse and carriage.

Did Hertz think of any of this before they spent $250M on a fleet? Nope. They were just doing the fashionable thing.

Again, I’m not knocking some uses for EVs. If you think of them as enclosed and souped up golf carts, you get the idea. They can be wonderful for certain urban environments so long as you don’t overuse them and have to get them repaired. You also have to be in a financial position to afford the higher costs all around, from financing to insurance to repairs and tires. And you have to be prepared to take a big loss on resale, if you can even manage to find a buyer.

There is money to be made in this market, as there is with any niche good or service. But that is covered with normal market conditions, not massive subsidies, mandates, and frenzies. The Hertz case proves it. It is a perfect clinical trial of these machines. We now know the answer. They cannot work.

And thank goodness because if the United States truly switched over in a big way from gas to electric, we would face other disasters. The wear and tear on roads is much worse due to the sheer weight of the cars, which is 25 percent higher than gas cars on average. Many parking garages would have to be rebuilt with new reinforcements.

Then there is the strain on the grid.

There is no way the industry could handle the demand. Brownouts and travel restrictions would be essential. All this would pave the way toward 15-minute cities.

Please remember how this craze began. It was lockdown time and automakers suspended orders for parts and chips. They stopped cranking out cars. When demand intensified, the chip makers had moved on to other things, so delays escalated. By the summer of 2021, there was a general panic about a growing car shortage.

At that point, consumers were willing to buy anything on the lot, among which EVs. The sales records were completely misinterpreted. The manufacturers made huge investments, and the car rental companies did too. But the product had not really been tested. That test is taking place now, and the EVs are completely failing.

We keep hearing that this is still too early, that development has a long way to go, that more charging stations are coming, that manufacturers are going to overcome all these problems in time. 

All of this sounds very similar to what the producers of mRNA shots say: this was just a trial run and they will get better the next time.

Maybe but doubtful. There is a huge problem in the investment market right now. EVs are massive losers. Consumers, manufacturers, car rental companies, and every other market in which these lemons are made available are running away from them as fast as possible. They had their day in the sun and got fried.

There is another problem: surveillance. 

The car can be tracked anywhere and shut off at a moment’s notice. This is obviously a great thing if the government desires a social-credit system of citizens control.

At this point, it is doubtful that the industry can recover. And yet, even now, the Biden administration is planning more subsidies, more mandates, more restrictions on gas cars, and digging themselves even deeper into this hole.

“The Biden administration on Wednesday issued one of the most significant climate regulations in the nation’s history, a rule designed to ensure that the majority of new passenger cars and light trucks sold in the United States are all-electric or hybrids by 2032,” reports the New York Times.

You simply cannot make up nuttier stuff. 

At some point, we could see manufacturers making the cars just to satisfy the central planners but otherwise preparing to chop them up and throw them out. They would likely be happy to dump them in the ocean but that isn’t allowed either.

[self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2]

Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 13x19 Funeralia 

“Oh hey bitch” “Did we see her last episode?”

“Her drink is purple” “Who the hell is this guy? He’s fkn stacked” laughter

“Um hello” laughter

“Her phone has a headphone jack. I wonder what it is. iPhone 6 maybe?” “what the fuck is happening? It’s not her party, but she’s the only one dancing. I don’t understand what’s going on” “wait. That’s the person she gave the purse to. Is the purse ok? I want to know what’s in the purse.” laughter “ok” “what time is it anyway?” “he went from drinking coffee to drinking beer.” “wait a second” laughter

“How does he not plow through a ball handler joke without laughing at himself?” “you done swallowing yet Sam? Fuck he swallows everything he sees” “middle aged man walking through a child’s playground with a knife. Excellent” “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone ride a rail like that.” “that’s not ominous” “He’s fkn coping on that horse thing” “It’s almost like heaven is only 2 sets” “what the fuck” “I didn’t realize Idaho is the Gem State” “idk if I’ve ever been to Idaho.” “that’s not creepy at all” “why would you keep a warm cheeseburger? Put that in the fridge” “is she watching them jerk off or what?” “Maybe the reapers are into that sort of thing. Idk” “is he like a robot or some shit/“ “LaVeau is the Frenchiest name I’ve ever seen” “Just channel your inner angry French man and pronounce the name. You end up grunting since there’s nothing left to pronounce.” “CFO? Fuck her. SHe’s worth too much money anyway. Eat the rich” “how do we know that?” “You just happen to pull that out of your ass in that exact moment? Quite the ass” “Jessica has the same timbre as Eileen. She’s also unique to look at” “that’s a lot of blood” “She’s burning people she doesn’t like and the reapers coming to get them?” “His name was Collin” “That skirt looks really soft’ “Go wash your fkn hair bro” “I thought she said she’ll text you in a dress not an address” “Is this dude a golem or something?” “just knife this bitch. Come on now” “a few holes? Like your eyes and your mouth or what?” “paperwork” “9? We’ve killed them all? It’s that easy?” Keep in mind that Cas killed like thousands of angels

“You’re all a bunch of dicks, anyway. It’s fine” “sounds like a whole other show. Hell yeah brother. Let’s see it. I want that show” “Anyone ever turn that into fanfic?” “This looks like some random bar in Vegas” “Would Crowley be stuck in another dimension’s empty?” “really?” “Ya’ll be through so much together. You’re going to point a gun at her/“ “who the fuck are these people?” “what the hell is this pink dumpster?” It’s Portland dude

“You’re fucked now, asshole” “well that was easy” “not even going to stay for the speech? Come on now” “That gun is small enough to fit in a purse. Come on now” “it’s like a purse gun” “man that skirt looks really soft” “it’s gotta be that soft velvety material” “what are we doing? Stabbing his ass?” “Can’t we just kill Death instead? I feel like that’d be easier” “I didn’t see that coming. She tried” “what’s with the South Park moral of the story?” “She didn’t make the cloth noise when she left.” She’s not an angel

“Oh I didn’t realize only angels made that noise” it’s the feathers

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh” “Didn’t they have millions of angels at one point? If there were millions and they can keep the power on with 9, I’m really impressed. Are they trying to make the case for small government, because it’s not working for them” “you disrupted the natural order of things” “Given the chance, wouldn’t anybody kill Sam?” “Is this some fkn religious cult now with forgiveness and shit? Oh yeah Lucifer” “what’s up with Sam’s swallowing? ALL THE TIME? You’re not going to rehydrate off your own saliva”

[plantfeed]

𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨…    𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐧𝐚𝐦.

welcome to marina, ALMA OLIVE PUTNAM ( cis woman, she / her ) ! they are a TWENTY-THREE  year old who has lived on the island for HER WHOLE LIFE. word on the street is they’re currently living in PROSPECT HILL and works as an ARCHIVIST AT MARINA PUBLIC LIBRARY. everyone also says they look a lot like ELLE FANNING. what do you think? ( muse tag.  also a muse tag.  pinterest.  playlist.  long ass google doc.  )

AESTHETICS.

     a red beret nestled on top of bright platinum locks, neck scarves tied around your throat the way they do it in french new wave films, stealing the covers in bed with a lover, running barefoot through the woods in feckless hedonism, eyes that see more than they tell, a silver dagger hanging from an earring, the smirk of success that widens at the sound of another compliment, walking confidently through the campus grounds forcing others to deviate from their paths, the mona lisa smile, a forged botticelli drying on your easel, ophelia floating in the middle of a lake.

CHARACTER REFERENCES.

    amy dunne (gone girl),    lady macbeth  (macbeth),   emily (the devil wears prada),   lily (thoroughbreds),    edie britt (desperate housewives),   beth harmon  (the queen’s gambit),   catherine the great  (the great),   holly mcstay (clique),   audrey horne  (twin peaks),    wednesday addams  (the addams family values).  

BULLET POINT SUMMARY OF A BITCH.

— this is the ethereal but spoiled alma olive putnam (she goes by all 3 names cos she’s pretentious as fuck). a horse girl through and through. pretty and she knows it. the meanest girl at your school that all of the teachers adored n u could never understand why. loves the smell of libraries and listening to french music from a tinny record player in knee socks n pretending she has never seen an iphone. 

— her family own a big old farmhouse with a ranch and loads of animals in propsect hill, and they've employed a lot of the island's farmhands and animal handlers over the years. her mother tends to get drunk and fire everybody when she's stressed so as a result they've gone through quite a lot of staff.

 — her parents are german-american. she was born in marina in a big old farmhouse. her great-grandfather moved to america as an immigrant and worked on a plantation, made his way up cos he could speak a lot of languages and therefore win more people over. putnams have always been good at persuasion. for the last two generations, putnam men have owned the farm rather than worked on it, handled finances, kept the books and stocks, and do very little of the dirty work. the putnam farm is a big supplier in the island's meat industry. they have a competition for “the biggest hog in prospect hill” every summer.

— both of her parents had large personalities, so alma’s never really been shy around adults, even as a kid she’d speak to them in a forthright, confident manner, and because she was always surrounded by adults, she’s always seemed a bit wise beyond her years. up until high school, she didn’t really have any friends. other kids thought of her as an oddball, a grown up in an eleven-year-old’s body, and she thought of them as immature and beneath her. rather than sleepovers, bike rides, and making mud pies, alma put her time instead into bettering herself, learning to speak several languages, learning the clarinet, practising ballet, horse-riding. she was a child who always had to have an activity or project on the go, or she would become listless and nightmarish for the carousel of au pairs and nannies hired to care for her.

— upon graduating high school, she was accepted to juliard to study ballet and contemporary dance, but an injury meant she had to turn down her place. she’s still bitter about this and takes every opportunity to bring up the fact tht she could totally have gone to julliard (but maybe she shd have jst taken the charles melton route and done riverdale instead)

— after turning down juliard bcos of said injury, alma went to columbia uni and majored in classical civilisation. she can read ancient greek and latin, but she also speaks french and beginner’s italian. she studied classics cos she thinks it makes her sound smart, but actually doesn’t really care for latin and just loves learning about feckless hedonism and the festivals of bacchus and writing about how all women in myth are literally forgotten or abused for their bodies and the greek fascination with cannibalism. anyway she spent most of her time at uni doing ballet and theatre anyway

— she’s very much a consolidation of every character in the secret history. has a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs. obsessed with w.h. auden and the beat poets. the film to watch if you want to understand alma is thoroughbreds. there are a lot of parallels between lily (anya’s character) and alma, but she also embodies amanda’s cold disposition and ability to cry on cue.

— ”aestheticism is the only thing worth pursuing and even that is pointless”

— alma’s idea of a romantic gesture: exchanging vials of blood so that each of you can carry a piece of your lover around on your neck with you always, or being gifted a ruby-hilted dagger engraved with her initials. she wants the fucked up kind of love that megan fox and machine gun kelly have. her love language is gifts (sociopath) and words of affirmation.  

— she will put everything else on hold for success. she lets things consume her with obsession. at university, her academic merit and her reputation within the theatre society was all she could focus on. she loves the smell of libraries, the ancient smoke of learning, of feeling like old wine in a new bottle reincarnated from the bones of some old, dead witchy woman who invented a cure for cowpox or somethin. as well as the practical elements of ballet, she loves the theory of it. she’ll read every book she can find, despite knowing u can’t learn a skill like that from a book. she will stop at nothing 2 get what she wants. watch ur damn backs.

— pretentious motherfucker. loves poetry, especially the romantics, loves the morbid poets even moreseo, edgar allen poe, sylvia plath, allen ginsberg, she just loves them all. can’t get enough. her favourite films are like…. wanky artfilm independent european cinema. especially french new wave. loved umbrellas of cherbourg and her clothing style is based a lot around looks in that film.  “what do you think of goddard’s work??” while snorting a line off someone’s sink at 5am on a school night, but you can bet she’ll make it to that 9am ballet class smelling of rose petals, looking pristine and like butter wouldn’t melt on her tongue.

— very intelligent and beautiful and knows both of those facts. loves to play devil’s advocate and growing up she was always an active member of her school’s debate society. humanitarian, vegan. judgemental but takes great care not to appear so. extremely petty and vindictive. must come first. obsessively devours mystery and thriller novels. she herself is a gillian flynn book waiting to happen.

— alma definitely tries to be an enigma. she wants to be mysterious and unreadable because that’s what books have taught her makes women desirable and interesting and cool. very amy dunne in the way she expertly reinvents herself to suit her audience, when she wants to impress

— act like the flower but be the serpent under it. is a user. manipulative. leads people on. will throw another student person the bus to demonstrate her own intelligence and integrity

— heavily involved in the theatre. loves attention. it’s hard to tell if she’s ever genuine. she wears emotions like they’re neck scarves, reeling people in. is she ever honest? your honour, idk

— performance-wise, one of alma’s most commendable traits is her sheer tenacity and lack of inhibition – she is willing to do whatever it takes to climb to the top, and kick as many other people down as necessary on her way there. this unhinged hunger for success was evidenced when alma played tamora in titus andronicus. feeling the presentation of one of shakespeare’s most terrifying women was ‘pussy-footed’ and dulled down for a male audience, alma took matters into her own hands, and during the famous banquet scene where tamora is fed her own sons, she ate a pig’s heart live on stage – receiving both awestruck and horrified press reviews for her performance – and getting expelled from her vermont boarding school. she was 14 at the time.

— has an addictive personality. seems unable to do anything in a small dose, she has to let it utterly consume her. with sports, she’s fiercely competitive, ice skates, played lacrosse at school, was is a hockey player. with alcohol, it’s never a shot, it’s a whole bottle – wine or whiskey – she’ll be table dancing before the night’s up and making out with someone she’ll regret in the morning but alma putnam takes no prisoners.

— her clothing style is like…. vintage thrift store but make it preppy. berets and cute hats, neck scarves, large fluffy cardigans or like those leathery jackets with big suede fringes on them, 70s mini skirts and knee-high boots. leotards worn under mom jeans, leg warmers and ballet pumps brandished like a uniform. quite often she’ll be in sports kit, maybe a cute tennis skirt. on the rare occasion when she’s feeling casual she’ll wear a nico / velvet underground t-shirt with a pair of mom jeans and converse, but otherwise, the library is her catwalk.

— relates to ophelia from hamlet and sibyl vane in dorian gray. weirdly obsessed with women who commit suicide. loves jackson pollock paintings and abstract art.

– likes old things. old books, old music, old houses, it reminds her of happier times like when she wasn’t alive. buys all her music on vinyl and has a gramophone because “the sound quality is better” kfdsjj.  has an reel projector for solitary film nights.

– had her first taste of alcohol at 15 and has stayed fond of spirits ever since. likes literature of the macabre, isn’t fond of social media, loves knee high socks, hates glitter, bites her nails, will only take cold showers, and doesn’t drink coffee. loves cats. is vegan.

— closet theatre nerd. goes absolutely feral for hamilton, west side story, etc. knows all the words to humu humu nuku nuku apua'a from hsm2 and definitely idolised sharpay growing up. now she would claim all of that is trashy but catch her crying in the online queue to get west end tickets to legally blonde as soon as they go on sale.

– ethereal wood elf. plays flute and does ballet. her favourite tv shows are making a murderer and dance moms. she is big on tchaikovsky and bukowski. poetry to alma is soup of the soul, despite the fact that the only things she really feels are apathy and mild disgust. her poems mostly centre around ballet, the beauty of violence and her cat.

– have a full bio plus quick facts n quotes n shit for her here but it's for a ballet school rp so. take it with a pinch of salt.

WANTED PLOTS.

– residents of prospect hill who know her, hate her vibe, want her dead, want her family dead, would poison her herbal tea with window cleaning fluid if given the option. alternatively, residents of prospect hill who have known her and her family for decades and they have each other over for dinner parties

— farm hands / blacksmiths / welders / carpenters / ppl who have worked at the farm that alma fucks with. it's like a power kick for her because she knew she could be absolutely vile and was basically untouchable because the moment they said anything back or didn't play into her games she would just tell her parents to fire them. can be quite emotionally manipulative and coercive. also loves to flirt with the farm hands n try to seduce them and has been doing this since she was a teenager. again, i think it's the power trip, and the idea of having a secret with them that nobody else knows about, but like, also being able to use tht against them.

– regulars at the library!! alma spends most of her time in a cage underground (its what she deserves) in the archives so if u have a character who is big into reading or might be carrying out a research project or even works for the police dept / journalist etc - alma's your girl. guards the town records with her little gloves and knows everybody's business. a real rita skeeter bitch if u will.

– didn't go into dancing professionaly but spends a good deal of time at the studio so dance partners she practices with. if there's a local company tht put on shows or smthn then i want ppl who she actually respects and views as competent peers, ppl who she’s constantly undermining to subtly dig away at their self confidence,  two dancers always goin for the same roles hate each other dynamic, i want mia goth / dakota johnson bein cute in suspiria vibe

– people who share her love of the macabre. freaks alliance

– someone she hooked up with or was regularly hooking up with and maybe even caught feelings for and now just flat out refuses to speak to because she doesn't know how to healthily process an emotion

 – enemies to lovers. cant stress the enough. i watched s2 of bridgerton and i am ready 2 yearn. i want two ppl who hate each other so bad and want each other so bad that every time they brush hands i am physically reduced to tears. i want dancing scenes where the tension is so palpable you could cut it with a knife.

– someone who views her, evil twisted little thing that she is, as a muse. maybe they’re an artist, maybe another dancer, maybe they’re a musician or in an orchestra, but when she dances it fills them with inspiration. i feel like when she’s not limited by the constraints of prescribed choreography her dancing is a lot more contemporary and avant garde, w like, abrupt, violent and jerky, motions. very florence welch choreography, particularly big god, that kinda thing

– jst general carnage and chaos pls. add me on discord n we’ll just stomp somethin out. sorry for this absolute fckn essay!! bt what can u do

[pacifymebby]

i think backgrounds is a thing but also kind of like what they stand for. R is rich and privileged living off her parents money (which is fine) and constantly jetting off to places lol (again fine) and doesn’t have a job or even need one tbh like that’s literally unheard of in the north like you literally need a job to afford a living

I get the crux of what you're saying here but I promise you there is a "posh" north and it's somehow even more horrifying than posh London

But aye those experiences are what shape your values

Thing is can any of us say we don't want to better our futures and give our kids better futures?

I for one hope that one day I'm well off enough that if my kids graduate uni and they don't know what to do with themselves and are trying to break into a tricky industry, they can come home to the family house and keep working on their goals? Like I wouldn't want me kids dossing but id fucking hate to think I'm working my arse off now so that one day in the future I can force my kids to slog it too?

Like I really get where all these anons are coming from about the culture clash and about like how it isn't fair that certain people have life so so much easier, and also like how it's weird that a man who's made a lot of being "rags to riches" is now seemingly dating someone with different principles so is kinda sacrificing his own BUT

1) it's only dating

2) no one in poverty wants to remain on the poverty line, I really don't blame him for "social climbing" he's having experiences that were barred from him by the class system for a long time and that can only be a good thing.

3) maybe he's not sacrificing his principles, I've seen very privileged women learn/grow when they've been in relationships with people from poorer backgrounds (relationships teach both people different things afterall)

4) he's not a hypocrite for shagging. He isn't sacrificing any principles by dating someone middle class. If anything it's weird to say that all working class people must remain completely true to their poverty stricken roots, that only reinforces class structure and makes certain things "not for us" like would you say it's sacrificing principles for a v working class lad from Stockport to go to Oxford? Is he a class traitor? Am I a class traitor for buying a gingerbread man in Morrisons or like idk Waitrose one time? Is it class traitory for working class people to go to art galleries, or listen to classical music, or learn to play the flute, or read lit fiction?

Do you see what I mean like, there's loads of things deemed middle class which have always been "not for the likes of us" but if we start saying any working class person who engages with those things is a traitor to their class then we're the ones reinforcing the structure that oppresses us?

Like idk, I tryyy very hard these days not to judge people who are middle class, because I do know nice people who are, my dad's got some lovely middle class friends... lots of the people I've met in Scotland that are southern English middle class snd have moved up here for cheap rent are nauseating cunts but idk, best to give people the benefit of the doubt until they actually start on the "i just dont see why we should give free school meals to children just because their parents smoke 40 a day and want the latest iphone" rant

The best situ for them is class divide causes misunderstandings and mild irritation but they are happy together anyway and it's not a deep problem. the worst is that the relationship falls apart because they can't understand eachother (this is usually what brings down all relationships though even ones that are class balanced? Is that a phrase that felt weird to write?) Like I grew to fucking despise my ex for being privileged and out of touch but I wouldn't wish that on anyone lol I lost a bestie and it sucked!!

Anyway my point is mostly just that you don't know them at all and to hold your horses accusing anyone of abandoning their principles just for dating someone from a different class background that's meh

Obvs btw anon not all of this is aimed at you in anyway because you aren't the one who has sent me all these things, it's just yours is so far one of the only ones that's on theme with the other anons that's polite enough to post. Some of the stuff in my inbox right now is harshhhh

[purplemoonabove]

It wasn’t nearly close to hers, but she gave her all in the given glare towards her friend. He immediately winced in results.

“You. Are. An idiot!” She blurted. Hands waved about, trying to catch the reason for the actions. “Why would you think that was a good idea?! No, scratch that—Why did you even considered thinking that?! This woman is ten times—No, an infinite times worse than getting La Chancla!

“You cheated! On a goddess! For what?!” Arms slammed at her sides, exhausted and in need of explanation.

The friend’s eyes were darting like a bee in search for the queen. “I don’t know! It just happened, okay?”

“Just happened? Just happened?! That’s what you’re going with!”

“Well, I couldn’t help myself! I mean, I’m human, right?! She should have known better—”

“This woman literally has the ability to remove you from total existence and you’re going to put the blame on her for not realizing sooner that you are not only an asshole but of a moron who, instead of cheated on a math test, cheated with a goddess?!”

That shut him down. The returning wince looked close to having an emotional breakage.

“My god, man! Human-dating-humans cheaters would agree that was the dumbest idea any cheater would have done!” Beige fingers ran through the brunette locks, the frustration close to pulling at her roots to be out—rather not put her hair into added trouble.

A tension silence grew between them. He was silent in shame as a child scolded by his mother for doing something terrible—as he should. Deep breaths escaped from her glossed lips, her cheeks slightly in aches from wide opens and her throat a bit sore from the yelling. She was lucky that her neighbors were out as their cars weren’t in the parking lot.

With another deep breath, one that got him to look up in expectation, attention returned towards the human fool. She wasn’t glaring, but she wasn’t happy either.

A situation like this wasn’t a happy moment.

Including what she said next.

“You… are on your own.”

“What?!” He blurted.

“You heard me!” She returned, hands at her hips. “I am not getting my ass burnt because of your selfish actions!”

“Oh c’mon, you gotta help me! She’ll kill me if she finds out!”

“When she’ll find out. Gods and goddesses can learn information faster than a video link through your iPhone.” She shook her head along with a hand wave, stopping any word from him. “You made this mess, you clean it up. I ain’t your mama, and as of now, I don’t even know you.”

“Sam, please–”

“Nope!”

“C’mon!”

“Nuh uh!”

“You gotta help me–”

“I’m not listening! La, la, la, la—”

“She’s gonna destroy me!”

“I can’t hear you! I can’t hear you!”

“This is already frustrating as it is—”

“La, la, la, laaaa~!”

“You seriously gonna leave me hangin?!”

BOOM!

They went mute. Half of the city went mute. Everybody that knew about a god’s or goddess’ ability would know the difference between their power and a regular thing. Thunder can send off a powerful sound, they knew that for sure… but never enough to have the apartment rattle, a perfect opportunity for an earthquake to strike at the exact timing—if earthquakes actually happen in this state.

Samantha was sure her bones actually rattled along with her apartment. The same would have gone with Raj. Along with a panic attack. He was frozen with wide eyes, tight lips and a possible wet mark camouflaging in his black skinny jeans.

Her hands at her ears slowly lowered. Her heart was racing on a horse track but somehow Sam’s voice was steady as her voice was soft, the first time since she found out about the affair.

“What’s even more shocking about this – you cheated… on Zeus’ daughter,” she noted.

THUD!

Raj broke from his state when the floor shook. Samantha forced to keep still while Raj stumbled to leaning against a wall. Now his head darted about, trying to search for the source as if they would shot through her walls.

Or in this case, she would shot through her walls.

Samantha smoothed her shirt, grounding. “The same daughter who is not only beautiful, powerful, and sweet as candy… but also inherited her father’s power,” she continued, an eyebrow raising.

If she was quiet enough, there are chances of hearing a sizzle nearby. If it weren’t for it happening outside, she would have thought one of the cables was somehow getting messed up inside her walls.

Raj heard it, as well; back pinning against the wall was a poor excuse to camouflage the snow color with his natural tan. Hazel eyes would be shedding tears, if only his entire face wasn’t shedding for them.

“Not to mention—”

Thud!

Sam paused, her eyes at the door. Raj hitched a choke in his throat. Nails began to claw at the dry paint.

“She’s also straight from Hera. And is her precious child…”

POUND!

“AHH!”

Sam would have to inform the building manager of getting a new door. The front door was off the hinges and was pressed into the wall like a footprint in dry mud, cracks already in formation along with broken foundation of wood beginning to peak out.

It would be easy to explain, for sure, even without a security camera. With the sonic boom of her thunder and the possible footprints on the outside hallway’s grounds, it would be a breeze for Sam to explain on what – or who – exactly caused this catastrophe.

And the cause of it was now drenching in sweat, shivering like a puppy in winter.

Burning lightning sizzle off the woman’s body. A petite thing with natural red hair as flames that could ignite if bearing elemental powers, skin of tanned sand, and eyes normally an autumn’s brown now entirely covered by a lightning’s yellow. Like the rest of her body as a full halo, the energy released little spurts from her being. Holding back on the ultimate payback.

Sam was already backing up, large steps to increase distance between them. Raj didn’t notice, overwhelmed by the supernatural presence until she spoke up, whipping his head back. Sam felt a little guilty at the catching of his rising and falling tears in mixed with his sweat, but the contact lasted a second.

She looked back at the goddess. She couldn’t see her eyes, but felt as though she was looking back at her. Just for now.

“I’ll be in my room while you two deal with your problems. And I will be notifying the building’s manager about the door. Expect a bill later.”

Giving herself mental points in staying sane before entering the room and shutting the door, Sam waited a second before trembling to her knees at the sonic boom that was the goddess’ held-back scream.

“RAJ!!!”

…

I feel like making a Part 2 on this 😂

Poor Raj 🙏🏾

You stood there, looking at your friend, faceplaming “Let me get this straight, you’re dating a Goddess, an actual ‘divine powers, older than civilization’ Goddess and you ….CHEATED ON HER!?!??” Your friend has a desperate look in their eyes “Can you help me or not?”

[randomcontentdude]

There is a few things I feel I should cover here: the first being how unbelievably hot gg blonde looked yesterday, I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw him. But apart from being super hot he also had red eyes, this could mean many things but I summed it up to three: he had just woken up from a nap, he had been crying or he had smoked weed. Let’s evaluate:

Restless: he had arrived late(he probably left his place 10 min after original arrival time but we arrive 20 min later than og arrival time so), meaning that maybe he fell asleep and woke up late, and that’s why his eyes were so red, this one’s the less likely because your eyes don’t stay red for so long.

Crying: given that he had been on a situation ship with someone, maybe something went down and had been crying on the way to the climbing gym. And that’s why he still had red eyes cause he was micro crying? Maybe he realised how I’m perfect for him yet he couldn’t be with me. Maybe it’s a mixture of both, he broke up whatever he had going on and realised I was a great shot. And there’s a fourth alternative I don’t like to think about because it’s upsetting to me which is maybe he was hooking up and got cum in his eyes, that would be very upsetting. He looked a bit down tho, he also looked extra upset after seeing someone wearing a MAGA cap. But maybe it was an excuse to show he was upset without raising suspicion. He looked sorta upset, for me this is the most likely(crying).

Weed: weed gives you red eyes and he is from a place well known for marihuana consumption + he lives near a place where you can get some. This is unlikely because he didn’t seemed impaired nor smelled like weed so.

Whatever the situation is I think it is still important to mention how unbearable is for me the idea of him being with other people, it breaks me. My friends were jokingly saying he probably turned me down cause he noticed I was looking for something serious and he’s just out and about as a foreigner. This made me really sad, I don’t want to think of him like that, I don’t want to think of him with other people, I just want him ti be with me.

Another thing I want to talk about is all the painfully odd coincidences. I had been finding mirror numbers when looking at the time for many weeks now and every time I looked at it my wish was “a blondie”. The day I first went and talked to him I had been to therapy and directly after to my plurinational friend’a house straight after to see her sister. The therapy detail is interesting because this means I was getting into the metro station from the complete opposite site, the entrance farther from my home, and there I was, looking down and writing a post when I saw a playing card in the floor, I instinctively ignored cause because why would I pick a card from the floor, but then I realised, it was an 11, playing card have their number twice, meaning it was an 11:11, just like the time showing in my phone every time I wished for a blondie. I picked it up, my mom says it’s not the number but the drawing, the 11 is a prince, in this card it’s a blonde prince in a white horse. That was the night I first talked to him and he asked for my number. The night he turned me down I looked at the time on the way home and it was 22:22. Today I saw both 11:11 and 22:22. He lives in the neighbourhood where I used to live when I first moved here. His got an uncle in the same foreign town where I have an aunt. He loves the same meme as me about the breed of my dog. He’s got a (presumed) iPhone 14 in black, I have an iPhone 14 in white. He wore a tank top the day I had tried on my tank top and decided I needed to buy more cause I liked how they looked. He’s got about the same climbing level as I do, im just better enough to be useful for him. We go to the same rave. Her favourite artist is also one of my top artist and he’s not a Taylor swift hater. I have no idea why or how but I just feel like everything sort of adds up into this delusion of mine, I feel we’re so similar too and that’s what intrigues me so much, we communicate in the same way of implying things and giving looks and I noticed a change in the way he behaved the first and second time we met, he doesn’t strike me as someone that acts that way just because, he seems to know exactly what he was doing and I don’t understand why he acted differently when I gave it to him. What’s all this coincidences? I feel like the universe is laughing at me and I feel tired about this.

[spaciousreasoning]

Our Life in Place

The blood sugar reading was up to 167 this morning. I guess pasta might not have been the best choice for dinner. Not walking enough yesterday did not help either. I am still confused about why it dropped so quickly before and is just bouncing up and down now.

Once we finished with the morning coffee and brain games, we had oatmeal about 10 a.m. Then Nancy spent an hour talking on the phone with one of her Tucson friends. I spent my time on the computer, where I received at least eight emails requesting financial support for the Democratic ticket.

The rent reminder came through, so I scheduled the rent for October. We’re ready to renew our lease for a year, but we’ve been wondering if they’re going to increase the monthly rent. Legally they should have already let us know if they intend to. But we don’t need to make the decision final until early December.

Starting about noon, Nancy and I walked 2.25 miles, up to and around the magnolia garden, through the neighborhood, past the Upstream Art project. I finally got a picture of the just-finished corner and will post all of them soon. It’s nice to see Harris-Walz signs in some yards. They are much better than the brash alternatives.

Our lunch was brioche sandwiches with eggs, cheese and bacon. Then I queued up a couple more images for the Tumbling Pixels: a photographer and an illustrator, both based in Oregon. It’s a good thing I switched to only one a week. It would be impossible to do one from Oregon on a daily basis, but that’s OK. One a week is a good idea.

I had a brief conversation with Bruce, a friend from Tucson. The call was primarily to answer his technical question about the iPhone image type (HEIC) and the ways to edit it. Turns out his Android phone can do it, but he did not know that right away. I also recommended some online conversion sites.

For dinner we had the chicken fettuccine leftovers, then I went to the Thursday night recovery meeting at the usual time and place. My friend Art was there for the first time, and he was tagged to lead the meeting, which meant starting out with his own story. I’d heard much of it before, when we met for brunch early in our time here.

Art also reported that he and his wife had put in a bid on a house in the Eugene area that day and it had been accepted. They’ll be going back to California some time in the next couple of months to sell their old place and begin the big move to this area. Like us, they have grown tired of their former home and really like the Eugene fellowship.

Leaving the church where the meeting was held enveloped me in pitch black darkness. There are no outside lights, even in the parking lot area. Soon it will be that dark as I arrive. It's a good thing my iPhone comes with a little flashlight, though we do carry an actual flashlight in the car. It might be a little more useful.

When I got home, Nancy and I watched Colbert, followed by the first episode from the second series of “Colin from Accounts,” and we finished up with the latest episode of “Slow Horses.” It was a bit too violent for Nancy, and she had trouble getting to sleep.

[pastel-tyranny]

The modern Mobile Gamer crisis: Kim Kardashian's free to play app is going under.

Long post with my thoughts down below.

If you haven't heard the news, the Kim Kardashian Hollywood app is getting shut down. For those who never played it (like me), it was a free to play fashion game where you can customize your avatar in order to become a celebrity. Think PlanetHollywood meets more micro transactions. I myself do not have a horse in this race as I've never played nor had the desire to play this game. However, this got me to thinking about accessibility for Fashion Sim games for other gamers and enjoyers.

I was fortunate enough to have grown up with the Style Savvy series of games, as well as the plethora of flash dress up games made by both fans and official sources. But with the death of flash, where else could someone without any cash get their fix, enter the free to play mobile market. I've played a few of these f2p games on my own time over the years; Beauty Idol, SuitU, Pixie Hollow, etc. But of course, if you wanted the best clothes, you'd have to shill out a few coins.

Now, most fashion games on mobile aren't that appealing. People are skeptical, and they look at a tad bootleg. To most mobile gamers, they might think it would be a waste. But with a brand or Celeberty, they know and trust, they'll feel more comfortable. That's why Kim Kardashian's Hollywood was so successful. People know the Kardashians, so more people would be willing to try a mobile game with their name on it.

But to a mainstream celebrity, they would see this as nothing more than a cash grab product. I think princesspoki on YouTube put it best. "Kim Kardashian made a bag off of this game, talking millions on millions of dollars. And now she's going to Thanos snap, disappear, people's hard earned money, and time, and effort. Just because they like fashion games. ...(mobile gamers) deserve to have a game to come back to." (princesspoki on youtube).

We now turn our attention to game preservation as a whole. This practice shouldn't be just for consoles from 30 years ago, but mobile games as well. A great example, you can't play the original angry birds without an iPod touch from your childhood because it's not compatible with a modern iPhone's IOS. And there's no emulator community for these types of mobile games. When flash went under, many fashion games either got flash emulators or software compatible with modern computers to make the games work. Heck, even defunct children's MMO games like Toon Town or Club Penguin have a thriving community of people dedicated to recreating server codes.

Some people are hopeful for a replacement game of sorts like the short shown above by Louis Laventi. But if I know a thing or two about the world of mobile gaming, this is a very unlikely scenario.

With that, I will give you all some game recommendations that are fashion focused or have an extended custom avatar feature. (The ☆ means that it's only in Japanese)

SuitU (Android / IOS)

CocopaPlay (Android / IOS)

LinePLAY (Android / IOS)

Idol Land Pripara (Android / IOS) ☆

Selfy Collection (Nintendo Switch)

Animal Crossing New Horizons (Nintendo Switch)

Fashion Dreamer (Nintendo Switch)

Pripara: All Idol Perfect Stage (Nintendo Switch) ☆

dolldivine.com (PC, they also have IOS app versions of their games)

Shining Nikki (Android / IOS)

Love Nikki! Dress up game (Android / IOS)

Alice Closet (Android / IOS)

My Universe: Fashion Boutique (Nintendo Switch, Ps4, and Steam)

Bratz: Flaunt your Fashion (PS4, Nintendo Switch, and Steam)

RuPaul Drag Race Superstar (Android / IOS) [this where the slay button meme comes from]

Gacha [Club/Life]* (Android / IOS)

*ok I know this last one has a problematic community, but the game outside of it is a great avatar maker.

My final thoughts; for my casuals, for my Fashion enthusiasts, for my kawaii gamers, and for the mobile gamers. We deserve to have fashion mobile games archived and emulated. If there are any people in the emulating community who are willing to, please archive them. Maybe there is hope for a new release, I personally doubt it. But for now, it's time to fly home from Hollywood and restart a new game.

[terras-diary]

game review - final fantasy xvi

some context: the only thing i knew about this game was it had a medieval setting. literally did not bother to look up anything about it, i kind of got the feeling there wasn’t much out there to begin with. 

the story: the world and lore of ff16 is interesting. the idea that the crystals were bad and causing environmental problems, even though in the short term they helped society so much, you could tell it was a comparison to our world. similar to the whole environmental overlords and their private pinkerton army which was final fantasy 7. but how the story and game progression actually played out? well that’s kind of a different story.

it was much longer than it needed to be. after each story mission you always had to backtrack to our hideout, just to watch a cutscene to lead to another story mission. the plot never really picked up, it was always stilted and held back by the fact you never felt like you did much. you could all but guarantee that whatever you did would be met with, ‘let’s go back to the hideout.’ i just always got the feeling of we were in the first fetch-quest part of the story before it was suppose to pick up, but it just never did. 

it would have flowed so much better if you could just cut out the middle man hideaway cutscenes, like just keep going!! why do we keep traveling halfway across the globe just to turn back!! keep moving forward!!!

the characters: the two main characters (i contest jill being a main character, even if the ffwiki says otherwise, btw) were so bland. clive was just some guy, and jill was just there. pretty much every other characters whether good, bad, or neutral outshined these two wet blankets. i will admit they had their moments. for jill in particular when she killed that priest. this isn’t a dig on the voice acting, i actually thought it was okay, but just how those two are written... ugh....

clive was just noctis if he wasn’t a twink and didn’t have his iphone. he had black hair, was a prince, had a dog companion, and had antagonist induced headaches.

don’t even get me started on their ‘romance’. good lord. they were just together because clive was a man and jill was a woman. remember how i said i knew nothing about this game? yeah for like the first four hours of this game i thought they were siblings. it didn’t help they looked exactly the same. (on that note, i thought benedicta was anabella pretty much until her history with cid came to light.) 

speaking of anabella, literally what was her problem. she is the most cartoonishly evil villain i have ever seen in a piece of media that wants to be taken seriously and have a dark/gritty vibe to it. genuinely, why was she like that. i wanted her and benedikta to play a larger part but they never really did. i find the women of this game were severely undermined larger parts which i think they could have fulfilled. (the misogyny......)

another thing about jill, though: she is practically written out of the story after having sex with clive and giving him shiva!!!! what the fuck! she was practically demoted to a npc. and there was a sidequest to cheer her up because even the writers knew they threw her to the wayside after putting out! in the above paragraph i wrote the misogyny halfly joking but the more i think about it i am very serious.

ultima, oh ultima. you had buttholes for eyes and gaping holes for ears. when he was a mysterious character, i enjoyed the mystique, but after a while it just kind of wore off. the mystique i am interested in is leviathan the lost. that was a cool concept, i was wondering why some more common final fantasy summons did not make the cut. guess they are just lost eikons.

my favorite character: barnabas, the mega dilf. he was hot as fuck, i cannot tell a lie. his accent was hot as shit too. i love crazy men. and that other white haired motherfucker was his got damn horse. 

the battling: like it was okay, half the time i pressed R1 to defend it never worked. i guess i just couldn’t time it right. it was still pretty easy though. i played on the action focused version and the only time i really got game over were during the eikon fights and when i tried my hand at the s rank hunts.

the eikon fights, wow. some of the highest highs and lowest lows of this game. the beginning fights were pretty interesting, all the good things about them culminated in the hugo kupka fight. that was the best fight of this game, full stop. it was somehow cinematicly choreographed while still having some stakes that required you to actually try to beat it. i’ve never had more fun in a modern game’s fight than this battle. the subsequent bahamut and odin fight, well.... uhh..... they were definitely battles. 

this is kind of fits in the under characterization as well but, there is no dialogue when you are on the field between clive and any of the npc party members. it is absolute silence, i forgot who was in my party half the time because they were mute.

side quests: i did all the side quests that popped up and all the hunts bar the s ranks (because i thought i may be under leveled.) there were a lot. it was definitely a chore. a lot of characterization for secondary characters were found in the side quests that i thought should have made it to the main scenario, but whatever. by the end i was sick and tired of it, such a fucking slog.

other odds and ends: i liked walking around the map and finding all the little places, that felt rewarding. but the treasures you would find were absolutely useless. you’d get an abundance of crafting materials, yet there were so few recipes you’d learn (which most were single use creations i.e. armor and weapons) that you were left with an overabundance of useless shit. maybe it picks up in the post game? i haven’t really played the postgame much, maybe it changes. at least for the main scenario, completely and utterly useless.

overall: well, it wasn’t the worst final fantasy (8 and 12, i am looking at you two.) all modern games pale in comparison to their predecessors of the 1990s and 2000s. i will always believe this i think. ff16 is definitely better than other modern games i’ve played. but the hay day of the final fantasy franchise where a game could be enjoyed by anyone while also not really having any glaring problems is over. the final objectively great final fantasy was 10. i enjoyed 13 and 15, but they just aren't as good. the same can be said for final fantasy 16. it was alright.

ok, i think that’s all i have to say right now. maybe i’ll think of more later.