#yay i remembered to save all the codes i used!

[nordsea-horizons]

🌱here are the codes im using on my forest island! tysm to all the creators who share these gorgeous codes with us! especially thank you to @krystalkatpaws bc i used so many of your codes on this island🍃💛

[agentrouka-blog]

Hey! Did you find the time to read the affc outline yet? I just know people are seething lol. I wanted to ask, what did you think about the Tyrion outline? That he will “witness incest”? Will he see two people and be reminded of Jaime/Cersei because there doesn’t seem to be any other option. Dany is alone and I doubt she will get together with Aegon VI later in the volume.

Moreover, I feel like the pov Prince of Sorrows is Tyrion’s or Tyrion centric nonetheless because I feel “whores go everywhere” is the answer to the constant question Tyrion asks himself in adwd - “where do whores go”. Maybe he finds out about Tysha and it is painful??

I know at this point we can only speculate because we don’t have any evidence to go off on, but what do you think, can we figure out something about the outline?

Hi there! :)

(Reddit post in question)

I've read it but not in-depth. No time, unfortunately. (Employment is a huge impediment to fandom...)

Here are some rambling thoughts, yay!

I'm pretty sure the Prince of Sorrows refers to concept that Tyrion was supposed to have an encounter with the Shrouded Lord (I think?) in a dream of some kind, probably during his near-death at the Bridge of Dream, which was in the Sorrows stretch of the Rhoyne. What snippets of philosophical musings GRRM put under that header certainly fit a transcendent confrontation with Tyrion's conscience. "Let it go or it will become you. Let them go - will not bring you peace." Tyrion's inability to let go of his own trauma and resulting rage (like Dany, like Theon, like Stannis, like LSH, like Bran, like Arya etc etc etc) is utterly the root of his own villainy and future undoing. So that checks out. GRRM cut it, probably because it may have been too heavy-handed at this point in time. He instead opted to show us a Tyrion descending into complete depravity at Selhorys, with any self-reflection deferred to a much later point.

"Witness to incest" is so vague that I don't think we can even extrapolate it refers to any specific action with the plot so much as it's a self-description.

It's important to remember that this informal little note of an outline is from GRRM for GRRM, and these are prompts or reminders that tie into his already existing thoughts. We have no idea what those thoughts are. A phrase like "KILL THE MOUSE" or "witness to incest" can refer to an intended quote, it can refer to a status he wants to emphasize inside the chapter, it can be a personal reminder to achieve a specific moment or plot point, it can be symbolic. Is the Mouse Shadrich, or is it a code for Alayne, who is a mousy-brown creature scurrying about the castle, different but similar to Arya's Harrenhal mouse era? What it does is beautifully showcase how he structures the more pragmatic, detailed bits of his plot around key points he wants to make. Take the Arya notes. "The joy of giving". Obviously, he is working on complex imagery that juxtaposes "taking a life" with "giving the gift", the hypocritisy of murder for hire - and the genuine peace offered to those who come to die of their own volition. Here, too, GRRM chose to hold back on actually going into these issues in the finished product in Feast-Dance, probably saving it for the climactic escape and/or Arya's confrontation with Catelyn's revenant.

Is the incest Jaime and Cersei, which Tyrion has witnessed all his life? Was it meant to tie into Aegon and Dany (who he learns are intended to marry), or to set up something else, or both? GRRM chose to cut it, anyway, so the sentiment may well come back at a later point, much like the insights in the Prince of Sorrows.

Basically, while the emphasis on Sansa's identity is a pleasantly unambiguous support for her (already obvious) trajectory north in GRRM's own mind, I don't think we'll get much else out of this outline that isn't already in the text one way or the other. We shouldn't be too literal with the notes in there because he wasn't writing an explanation of his plot, he was writing an extremely self-referential little to-do list that may be as reliable as the to-do lists I write for myself on a day off: i.e., I end up doing one thing and scrap the rest in favor of lying around on my couch.

[something-something-peaceful]

I’m just so frustrated with myself. Ok so bayonetta a pretty hard game doesn’t give you enough halos. Yeah so I had gotten Jeanne as a playable character (yay). But when I was saving my game I had accidentally overwritten the save file that had all of my weapons, the ones that had me playing hours of bayonetta of hard mode and non stop climax. Playing 100 chapters to achieve, loosing the secret chapter that had me playing all the alfeheim challenges, all of that, all 60 hours of game play down the drain. Thankfully I had a save file that had all of weapons that the game gives you without having to play harder difficulties. But now I have to play it all again or gain over 10,000,000 halos to use the cheat codes. While also having to play one chapter over and over again so I can get sai Fung again. And hopefully I never overwrite my file again. I don’t want to do this with Jeanne but somehow I’ll end up doing it. I hate doing this, but I make myself suffer. To whoever was truly responsible for this game and to all the programmers remember something very important. Don’t have the way for you to change characters require you to start a new game. Because some idiot might overwrite the save with the most important things ever with no back up and now they have to do it all over again. Also before any of you say something about how it would be more accomplishing to do it the correct way, shhhhhhh I did it already, not again.

[celticcrossanon]

Things About The Coronation That Make Me Unhappy

It is quicker and easier to make a list of what makes me unhappy than to list everything that makes me happy about the coronation. Anything that is not on this list I either tolerate or I like it.

Removal of the Nicene Creed. I will always be upset over this. It is wrong. A Christian monarch should not have any issues with reciting the statement of his Christian faith in public. This is my main sore point about the Coronation.

Having the Coronation less than one year after the death of the Late Queen. I know the logistics of it, but I still don't like it, and I can't see it as anything other than Charles and Camilla rushing to blot out the late sovereign with their image. It is disrespectful imo.

Having Camilla wear a red Robe of State upon entering the Abbey. I don't like the implications that she is a Queen Regnant, and I definitely do not like her using Queen Elizabeth's robe.

No Act of Homage from Camilla to the King. Again, this makes her seem like his equal in rank, and I do not approve of that. Note: There may be an act that acknowledges her lower rank on the day, and it just has not been written in the Order of Service. EDIT: There was! She curtsied to the King. I am happy about this.

Not using the centuries old coronation hymn "I Was Glad". There is no reason to break this tradition. EDIT Apparently this is going to be sung after all. Yay!

Not allowing the aristocrats to wear their coronets. I am glad that the peers are allowed to wear their coronation robes, but why deny them their other mark of state, the coronet. It makes no sense.

The People's Homage. Again, why? The people have never had to perform an Act of Homage to the monarch and I can see no reason for that to change (except for ego). EDIT This was changed to a moment of quiet reflection and optional joining in with the words or just saying God Save the King. I am happy this was changed.

The Dress Code (possibly). I am waiting for the day to see what I think of this. It is a coronation so I expect everyone to be in their best formal attire, as a mark of respect. EDIT: The Dress Code definitely. The congregation looked terrible. Very underwhelming.

Reserved in case I have forgotten something that will make me unhappy when I see it and remember it.

EDITED for clarity and grammar.

EDITED again to remove the elements that were in the service after all.

[pizzacatdelight]

My Birthday

Yay, today’s my birthday! I turned 28 years old! And avoided the dreaded “27 Club” where some of the biggest musicians from the 60s’ and 70s’ died when they were 27 years old! (They mainly died due to massive drinking, doing drugs, etc.…)

My 27th year on this planet was not a good one. Early this year, I quit my toxic part-time job at a well-known pizza restaurant that I won’t name. I got scammed into paying for my own equipment for a new job I thought it was a job, but wasn’t. So, I lost over $2,000 because of it and I have to freeze my credit scores to keep the scammers from opening any new credit cards under my name! Then there’s the fact I can’t even find a job that would even hire me due to both my disability and my limited skill list! I even got rejected from getting Disability (or SSI); two months later because of the fact I even had a job!

At home, my youngest niece graduated from high school in June and instead of going to University, she’s working a full-time job at Sally’s Beauty in order to save up money to buy her own car since the car her mom gave her last year and it‘s too expensive to go University right now. My only nephew started 11th grade last month, which means once he graduates in 2025, mom’s planning to sell the family house. She told me and my older sister this back in March/April where after she sold the house; she’s planning to (probably) move to Oregon to get away from the politics of conservative Texas and to retire. Of course, we’re going to move with her as she’s planning to buy land and build a condo house where my sister and I can live on one side of the condo.

For my hobbies, on the other hand, they’re doing great! I beat over 15 games this year, which include “Pokémon: Emerald”, “Hypnospace Outlaw”, “Fire Emblem: Three Houses - Cindered Shadows DLC” and “The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog”. “BAD END THEATER” became the first Steam game where I 100% all the achievement. I preordered “Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom” a few days before it came out in May and played it on release day. I remembered staying up all night going around Hyrule, completing the Shrines and not being dicks to the Koroks who only wanted to be reunited with their friends. I’m looking forward to the release of the remaster of “Super Mario RPG”, which comes out in less than two months! I saw four LPs of the game in the past and played it myself for the WiiU. I can’t wait for it to come!

My webcomic is going along. I just finished Chapter 9 and I’m currently taking a small break from it to focus on making this site. I changed how I publish my comics, where I used to release 6-7 pages at a time. But now, I have changed it to 2 pages per week, which means I’ll get more views compared to what I did before. I’m planning to post the links to my webcomic here; I’ll have to find the motivation to do so.

I also made a Tumblr account in June after Reddit decided that they're going to start pricing the 3rd party apps that use its’ code (Apollo, you will be missed). While things are great on Tumblr, I have to get used that most of everyone there is very left-leaning compared to Reddit, where everyone is either in the center or right-leaning, depending on the subject. Yes, I know there are left-leaning people and subreddits there, but it’s the right-leaning groups that are the ones who make the headlines. At least the fandom on Tumblr is way nicer compared to Reddit, where you get attacked for saying or doing something that the fandom subreddit doesn’t like. It’s the reason why I was too scared to either post or comment on Reddit.

Then early this month, I made a NeoCities website and learned how to code again after 11 years. It’s not easy and sometimes it’s even frustrating when you want to do something cool to your page and the code won’t work! At least coding is a skill I can use when I try to look up jobs since it’s one of the most important skills that businesses need. And I also started to blog to write about my thoughts as well. I’ve been doing it on Tumblr for a while, so now I have two sites to pour it all out.

As for what I will be doing for my birthday, it’s not going to be much as I tend not to ask for a lot. I know mom normally gives me a $50 Amazon gift card so I can buy something nice for myself. And I already have plans to make brownies for desserts since we have so much flour and a huge box of brownie mix is in the cabinet.

So yeah, my 27th birthday wasn’t that great, but it could’ve been worse. I hope my 28th year will be a little better and things will improve.

[m1d-45]

ok i'm ready to explain the plot of shining nikki now but it is so much so i need you to be mentally prepared for that thanks (also i'm color-coding again bc the amount of paragraphs will be insane)

so it's actually the sequel to a game called love nikki (where you and nikki have to save miraland because it keeps getting destroyed but i didn't play that one so we're not even touching it) and takes place in the past! like 100 years before love nikki i think? you and a fashion designer named nikki (and momo the cat descendent of the momo clan) get transported from earth to the ocean of memories (hence the whole. interdimensional travel shit) by this guy named leonid who predicted that miraland would be destroyed oh no!!! well it's more like leonid's like "yah miraland's gonna get destroyed and there's nothing you can do abt it so how about i just send you back to earth because you literally cannot stop its destruction it's fate or whatever" and nikki's like "okay but what if...... I Did do something about it" so the three of you go to miraland to try and stop its destruction because this shit keeps happening!!!

you then wake up in a boat in the ocean of memories called the ark which is run by a guy named aeon and his little sister marina, you essentially exist as a voice in nikki's head, um. the three of you discuss everything about the whole apocalypse thing before aeon and marina send you to the first country, apple federation! not much important happens here it's just the introduction to the mechanics of the game and also you almost get blown up on a train by a terrorist group so there's that.

you all go through several countries trying to find the second piece to a manuscript written by leonid that will apparently help you stop the apocalypse but everybody else also wants this piece!! including: evil CEO mercury, actor/informant qin yi who i Hate for fucking with my girl nikki, and cult queen lilith! who is the one in charge of the cult! she's important.

anyways shit happens nikki almost shoots someone THEN we get to the dawn duel event aka the end of part 1. it turns out lilith struck a deal with the literal devil to make everyone love her and summoned an evil goddess into miraland who tries to destroy everything so now nikki has to fight her while everybody else works on rescue efforts. it's a whole thing. it's fucking crazy.

after that you all end up back in the ark to try and discuss shit except holy shit!!! you the player now have a physical body due to the styling power used during nikki fighting a literal god!!! and aeon and marina can now leave the ark instead of being stuck on it! yay!!!! so you all go off to do research on the gods when a particular god keeps showing up named the deity of styling.... who suspiciously looks just like you, now that you have a physical body to compare.... it's honestly really funny bc the player is like "guys..... i think i'm the deity of styling" and everybody else is like "yeah it was fucking obvious you're literally the last one to know" it's implied that something happened with the ocean of memories years ago that took away the player's knowledge of their godhood but nothing's been revealed yet. we just gotta wait and see.

and the deity of styling had five envoys to represent each attribute of styling: elegant, fresh, sweet, sexy, and cool. so you, nikki, and momo decide to go and find these envoys while aeon and marina go back to the ark to keep an eye on the ocean of memories and um. yeah. that's the incredibly abridged version of it. your godly abilities are still limited (the biggest thing i remember being you using your styling power to save the envoy of sweetness from a deadly fall) but there you go. if i tried to explain every single subplot i think it would last forever. this isn't even mentioning the elves or the war or the other things with lilith or the time loop or even any of the limited-time events because that's Too much

anyways. yeah. shining nikki. wild game. love it - teddy anon

i’m feeling every emotion at once

so many questions. still. why did leonid summon you just to say “actually no thanks”? “not much important happens” yet we get bLOWN UP ON A TRAIN???

why did leonid write the manuscript to stop the apocalypse? why does everybody want this piece? not like they can decipher it without the first right?? “the dawn duel” FUCKS as a name and i’m not surprised the character named lilith summoned the devil BUT it implies the existence of hell?????????????

excess styling power somehow creates a fucking physical form for the player? why were they stuck on the ark?? isn’t it a boat????? also the “no shit we all knew” is VERY funny 11/10

also reading “elegant, fresh, sweet, sexy” followed immediately by “cool” dealt psychic damage

also ELVES?? AND WHAT WAR??

TIME LOOP?????????

[maddieladner1999]

Hsmtmts s4 ep 6 thoughts

They wrapped the movie

No one told Ricky and Gina the show got cancelled

How are we saving the drama club?

Tell us a story ash

This is how Kourtney and Ashlyn met?

If you audition I’ll join crew so that’s how that happened

Now miss jenn and Mr mazzara meeting

Mr mazzara was in a big band?

She’s calling him Benny now

I love seeing how some of the more side characters met

“That was the day you saved me” so cute

Seb came to stand his ground

Now Seb is singing to Carlos?

Seb dated a girl before Carlos?

“Or Ryan and sharpay” the irony since Ryan is now gay

I love when they cuss why they bleep it out?

Oh it is a duet now

Kourtney and jet dancing along so cute

Are they back together? Yay

I’m loving all the flashbacks

Is EJ going to be in any of them though?

So she signed up because of Ricky?

They are so Troy and Gabriella coded

Alyson reed remembered miss jenn?

She thought Mrs Darbus deserved a power ballad?

And told miss jenn to trust the process

Miss jenn got everyone wrap gifts sweet

Mr mazzara sticking up for miss jenn is too precious

Emmy is singing to save the show?

I love that everyone showed up to watch

Alyson and Bart showing up to help save it too?

They’re donating their salaries to the drama department!

Where is EJ? He could play coach Bolton

We got more nini last season than EJ so far

Ricky got into college? And miss jenn and his dad applied for him? And Mr mazzara vouched for him?

What happened at the end with Gina on the phone?

[andiwriteordie]

okay i'm finally reading i know better (but you're still around) and i also happened to be listening to this cavetown song on repeat

and it just reminded me so much of Mike in your fic ??

so the first part/chorus is Mike telling Dustin and Lucas about what he thought happened to Will and them basically thinking he's delusional and laughing in his face (Mike tends to exaggerate i get it)

and the “god i wish i was happy” is obviously wanting Will back bc without Will things have been... Not Good for Mike. he also mentions a few times that he feels incredibly bad and like the worst person in the world for giving up on Will (even though he didn't) and bc he stopped looking for him which i interpret as the “crushing me from above and underneath” line

from personal experience (and like the website says haha) i interpret this to be about “derealization and how a person can feel like they're not a part of their environment anymore” Mike often mentions how he feels he's watching things play out from outside his body and things like that

also in some cases grief can make meals hard (as we know), especially eating with people which, if i remember correctly, is why Mike mostly took his food up to his room and at times didn't eat at all. eating just feels like it takes up too much energy , energy you don't have so you just sink into your seat, stuff like that

nobody's listening to his theories about Will, also how he feels like he kinda ruined the party bc they're not as close as they used to be so no one to really listen to & understand his thoughts & everything about Will since they have an unspoken rule not to talk about it etc etc

okay the friend he's imagining is Will, like imagining Will is there or that Will can hear him when he speaks to him & stuff

okay these lines remind me of Mike so much. we all know he tends to explode when he's upset and say all kinds of stuff that he doesn't really mean and end up apologizing afterwards .

there were these scenes where he and Lucas were having a yelling match & this other one where he was yelling at Max & another he was yelling at Lucas and Dustin both pre and post saving Will from the Upside Down and he's saying lots of hurtful shit and yeah they get that he's grieving and hurting a Lot but also he kinda really hurt their feelings sooo

he apologizes (sometimes reluctantly, sometimes without actually saying the words “im sorry” but they're apologies nonetheless)

sertraline (y'know thr antidepressant that treats lots of anxiety/depressive related disorders) is a thing that i think Mike would need i mean obviously especially in this fic but the way his grief and pain is described ?

it's literally so fucking heart wrenching and excruciating for me the reader so i cannot even begin to imagine what Mike was feeling . so yeah sertraline's effective but the grief seems More than it and like even more effective which sucks.

um so yeah this is the lyrical analysis of this song you've maybe never heard of that you didn't ask for :D is this anything ? no idea i just wanted to share

oh okay

🥺🥺🥺

FIRST OF ALL. cavetown is very mike wheeler coded. like i can name 3 songs off the top of my head (home, idea of her, it's u) that are mike wheeler so. thanks? for adding ANOTHER ONE? to my list.

also yay!!! i hope you enjoy (well... that might not be the right word) the rest of the fic!!!

literally though this analysis is so good like holy shit, that's it. also like super honored that you resonated enough with the way i portrayed mike in that fic and connected it to this song!!! it's just like... this song is such a raw expression and explanation of grief and mental health issues, and you literally hit the nail on the head with the analysis and where i was trying to go with all of mike's thoughts throughout his journey in this fic!

where were you when i was writing the fic so i could've put this on my playlist (kidding but wow seriously wish i had found this earlier? i LOVE IT)

now this is me trying to find a way to include it in the sequel fic. thinking thoughts.

thanks for this ask, my friend!!!! ❤️🫂

[mhkeiger]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: RARE/Vtg Lilly Pulitzer Cocktail Reversible Skirt.

[oliviapasianworkshop]

February 8-28

I can hardly even remember where I left off with these, I feel like so much has happened over the last few weeks!

I think I was finishing up my rubber band website, which I am considering finished for now, though there are a few things I think would be good to go back and add. I think I got some good suggestions at the midterm presentation, one being to maybe switch it so you can place a band around two points and then just drag that around, rather than having it be a shape-drawing thing as it is now. I think changing the code to do that would have to be an entire overhaul of the structure I have made and I'm not sure I have the time to do it, but it's something to add to the post-semester GradEx list.

Also on the list is beautifying my self portrait and magnet writing websites, since I don't love their designs. Though I guess I'm not showing the seld portrait one at GradEx... or am I? Not sure yet. But back to the rubber band feedback, nobody said this but it bugs me (get it? "bug"? like computer bug? at least I make myself laugh) how slow the program is running, so might have to go in and make it more efficient. I also wanted to add a feature to save sections of the canvas as images to show off the artwork made, but... again, added to the GradEx list.

I got some great feedback in the midterm presentation about ways to exhibit so much digital work in something like GradEx and also to incorporate alternate presentation styles for my final presentation and just generally to show my work and make it more interactive. I have all the feedback saved in my notes but the highlights were to add easter eggs and web morbidity to the community garden and to potentially make it mobile-accessible somehow for face to face interaction like GradEx, so people can use it right there. I liked all those ideas, though it has me thinking, maybe the community garden should just be mobile? Like a mobile webpage, not an app because I wouldn't know where to start with that, but making it built for mobile might have some issues but would be great to get people more involved with it and not have to whip out their computers.

I also did get a note that I should consider not biting off more than I can chew with this community garden thing. I hear that, and I am scared that's what I'm doing, but with so little time left my options feel limited. I could change directions and go back to brainstorming to find more small projects, or I can run with the groundwork I've done and just hope I can make something great with it, even though it's a massive undertaking. I think the community garden makes the most sense to finish at this point in my thesis. I'm passionate about it and I have faith that I can make something cool, though I am going to have to likely adapt and shrink it down where the fat can be cut, though I still need it to be impressive and not just a sad little garden.

Did not plan on writing that much but a lot has happened! I'll add the current rubber band link here as well and the latest process images.

I did also work on my process book but I don't have much to say on it, so I'll just leave those images here too.

https://rubber-band-art.glitch.me/

Updated user garden flow (yay)

[lyokowarrior-yumiishiyama]

//About a month ago, I had a dream about Code Lyoko. Then I started binge-watching the series again.

Which made me think about the time I spent on this blog and the amazing people I met

To then realize I hadn't been able to sign into this blog in ages. I couldn't remember the email I used

And just tonight, while looking through saved files on my external hard drive, I figured out which email address I had used. AND that I still had access to the email account

Its been so long since I RPed in general, probably even longer on this blog. I don't even know what the Tumblr RP scene is even like anymore. I don't know if I will ever get back to it. I'm so much older now, with a career that, while I absolutely adore, is physically and mentally draining. I work with survivors of Intimate Partner Violence and SA; I work at a DV shelter. But I miss this muse. I miss her interactions. And I miss the friends I made here. Some of those ended on really bad terms. Mostly my fault on that. I have some of you on facebook but I'm afraid to reach out because I really fucked up a lot of things. Things I can't even begin to apologize for. And those of you who I am not connected to outside this blog, I feel even worse. Because I just up and disappeared.

I have had to learn and grow and change, learn to stop wallowing in my own mental illness and work on getting help. I'm now on medications, I've previously attended therapy. I've learned all about myself, from my spirituality to my sexual orientation (yay being 100% gay lol). I got married, then divorced (because of coming out, not because of anything the ex-hubby did. He's still great)

I'm really an adult now, in my mid 30s. Its crazy how quickly time flies. Its hard to believe I've been away from this blog for, what, nearly 10 years?! (maybe 7 idk) I'm really old now.

I honestly have no idea why I am even posting this. Many of my friends and RP partners here have moved on, haven't signed on in a while. Just like me. It's just the way life works.

But for those of you I have ever interacted with - on this blog or any of the numerous other ones I had - thank you. Thank you for fucking everything! <3

[earitei-lore]

November Week Four: Gaming And A Clingy Girlfriend

Darkurra clicked at the keys of the keyboard. The silver fox was about to wrap up her work for the day, but she had gotten caught up in bug fixing, like she always did. She paused her typing to save her work, and gripped the edge of her seat while watching the cursor spin.

Please save, please save, please save… Darkurra grew more and more desperate as the cursor kept whirling around.

Moments passed in silence, and the program finally said that her code had been saved successfully. Darkurra exhaled, letting out the breath she’d been holding for almost a minute now. She stared at the screen for a few more moments, wondering what to do next. 

Should I fix the bug I found in that one area earlier? Do I fix the error with the map system? Do I fix the shortcut that allows you to skip the boss later in the game? Darkurra mentally went over every bug she knew of in the game, and felt her stomach start to churn. Why were there so many of them? 

In the end, Darkurra decided to shut down her computer and leave the bugs for her future self to worry about. At least, in theory. In practice, she kept trying to figure out how she was going to fix them as she walked away from her desk. The churning in her stomach wouldn’t subside if things continued like this.

I need something to distract myself with, thought Darkurra. Oh yeah, I haven’t played that one online game in a while, I should play that.

Darkurra walked into the living room and turned on the TV. She switched the HDMI over to her console, unplugged her controller, and sat down.

“Hey Darkurra, what’re you doing?” she was startled by Inez’s voice, not realizing she was there.

“Uh, h-hello Inez…” said Darkurra. 

“Oh, sorry for startling you!” The pale blue cat sat down beside her. “Anyways, whatcha up to now? It seems like you just got out of your work-cave.”

“I’m about to play this one online game I used to play regularly. I need to distract myself.”

“Oh? Can I watch?” Inez let out a mischievous laugh at the end of her sentence.

“Of course, just don’t be too much of a distraction.” 

Darkurra gave her girlfriend a kiss on the forehead and turned her attention back to the screen. She didn’t even get past the title before she felt a head fall onto her shoulder. She ignored it. Instead she started her first match for the day.

Darkurra was much worse at the game than she remembered being. Maybe it was just because she hadn’t played in a while, or maybe it was because her shoulders were too tense. That, or maybe Inez constantly trying to lean in for a kiss was distracting her too much.

“Inez, please stop that, remember what I told you,” said Darkurra.

“Fine, fine, I’ll stop,” Inez gave her a dejected look and pulled away.

Darkurra kept playing, and gradually started to regain her previous skills. Inez kept trying to cling onto some part of her body, but she learned how to ignore her pretty quick. She fell into a trance, completely absorbed by all the different mechanics in the game. After what felt like a brief second, Darkurra finally won her first match in the game and found herself pulled into a tight hug.

“Yay! You did it! That’s my amazing-and-adorable girlfriend!” said Inez.

“Inez, you’re gonna crush me…” 

Darkurra took on a scolding tone, but she felt her face heat up at all the love she was receiving from Inez. Still, part of her wondered why she was being more clingy than usual today. Normally, Inez would at least be able to leave her alone when she was doing something, but she seemed determined to stay latched onto Darkurra now. Had she forgotten something? Darkurra looked over at the TV and remembered that the game automatically put her into a new match after the last one ended.

“Inez, please let go, the next match is about to start…” said Darkurra.

“Aww, but don’t you like having me here?” responded Inez.

“I do, but it’s a bit hard to play when you’re blocking my view.”

“Aww, okay.”

Inez pulled away, with her energy disappearing out of nowhere. Darkurra felt regret start to stab at her, but after a few moments she got an idea.

“Alright, alright. Inez, if you can get through this match without distracting me I’ll give you a kiss,” said Darkurra.

“You will?” asked Inez, ears perking up.

“Yes, just don’t block my view, alright?”

“Ok!” Inez gave her a thumbs up.

Darkurra focused her attention back onto the screen. She realized that her opponent must’ve been waiting a while for her to confirm that she was ready for the match to start, and felt a bit of guilt stab at her heart.

“Hold on, that username looks familiar!” said Inez.

“What do you mean?” asked Darkurra.

“That username, RvSln0043, doesn’t ‘RvSln’ sound like Renevir Salnerah?” 

“That’s probably just a coincidence, he doesn’t seem like the type to play online games like this.”

“Good point, guess I’ll ask Flint about it later.” 

Darkurra went back to the game, not wanting to make her opponent wait any longer. Luckily, they hadn’t disconnected the match, so they were able to start playing right away. From the corner of her eye Darkurra noticed Inez fidgeting, her claws buried in the arm of the couch. Darkurra wished she’d pay more mind to not damaging the furniture. At least her plan had worked. The match continued without any interruptions, with both players racking up a lot of points. In the end, Darkurra won the match by a slight margin. She heard Inez cheering beside her, and made sure to back out of the game to fulfill her promise.

“Did I do well?” asked Inez.

“You did great.” 

Darkurra cupped Inez’s cheek and closed the distance between their lips. Inez was clearly trying to stay in the kiss for as long as possible, but she eventually pulled away to gasp for air. Darkurra couldn’t help but let out a small giggle.

“Hey, what’re you laughing at?” said Inez, elbowing Darkurra’s chest.

“It’s nothing, really.” Darkurra smiled and felt her face heat up.

“If you say so.” Inez gave her a mischievous smile. “Anyways, can we cuddle now?”

Darkurra glanced over at her screen before looking back at her.

“Alright, just for you, I’ll keep playing later.”

“Yay! Thank you, Darkurra!”

The two of them curled up on the couch and started to cuddle. Before Darkurra buried herself in Inez’s chest she asked a question.

“Inez, why are you so affectionate today?”

“Our anniversary is tomorrow, silly,” Inez responded. “I might have forgotten before today, so I wanted to show you that I remembered.”

Darkurra had also forgotten before that moment. She felt her cheeks heat up while Inez stared at her with a quizzical expression.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Uh, I forgot about our anniversary before you said that,” Darkurra responded.

Inez giggled before she planted a kiss on Darkurra’s forehead.

“It’s not like I can judge you for that, hehe.”

Darkurra pouted a bit before she relaxed and allowed Inez’s warmth to consume her. She felt guilty for forgetting something so important before now, but at least her clingy girlfriend had been there to remind her. It was odd, considering that she was usually the one who remembered this stuff. Maybe she’d just been so stressed lately she forgot. Darkurra allowed herself to shift around a bit more before she felt sleep start to overtake her.

[kawaiicherryblossomperfection]

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[arabellaflynn]

The Internet has made it rain

A lot of groceries have been landing on my porch lately. Still, actually. 

My roommates are a little confused, and asked me why the internet is mailing me sixteen jars of marinated artichoke hearts? And I had to explain that it's because Amazon is not really set up to let the internet mail me one or two jars of marinated artichoke hearts. They won't drop normal human quantities of perishables from Amazon Fresh on your porch without giving you a delivery window, and they can't book you a delivery window without ruining the "surprise" of getting things off a Wish List, so you can only order off Amazon Pantry, where people shop in bulk when they can't get a ride to Costco. 

Ergo, sixteen jars of marinated artichokes. Which I will eventually eat, because I've also taken custody of sixteen boxes of pasta, a dozen cans of chunked tomatoes, and some amount of canned mushrooms and roasted bell peppers. I am generally a tired/lazy cook, and that's about the level of effort I'll go to for dinner.

They also half-seriously jumped to the conclusion that I was doing sex work. Which was not a bad guess; I do figure modeling, so I've spent a fair amount of my life being naked for money. I would happily be selling used shoes and underwear to people who would pay to appreciate them, but I'm not willing to put my real name or physical address on those packages, and PO Boxes are expensive as fuck in all the nearby ZIP codes. Most perverts are perfectly ordinary people who just have a very niche hobby, but you can't really tell when you have one of the bad apples from a few slobbery emails. Reading between the lines, at least one of my roommates has had a bad experience with an ex who wouldn't go away, so that's another reason not to risk it.

Getting back to the groceries, the Wish List says there's still some stuff that hasn't shown up yet, so I was not all that surprised to see more boxes piled up on my porch last week. I was having kind of a bad time, because our shower wall had fallen in and I was the only one home to let the contractors in at 8 in the morning, so I was not exactly firing on all cylinders. I just saw the boxes and went, 'oh yay, someone sent the half-dozen jars of spaghetti sauce, that's dinner taken care of' and stacked them in the corner for a bit, because pasta sauce will keep until I've had a nap.

Reader, it was not pasta sauce.

I have a few Wish Lists in addition to the main one, and the one that had all the groceries on it. One was called Media Production. I don't remember if I've ever posted that one, and I definitely didn't remember it was public, but that one was actually a running tally of stuff I intended to buy in the unlikely event that I ever got grant money. And everything on it eventually fetched up on my front stairs, save one duplicate item. I have no idea if one person sent it all, or if a bunch of you ganged up on me; it arrived in a few boxes, on a couple different days, and Amazon seems to include a separate 'send a thank you' slip for each item, so there's no telling what orders actually went to the warehouse. So far only one of the anony-mice has picked a unique pseudonym, and all of those things came a while ago in another collection of boxes. 

But, uh, there's a whole bunch of it, is the point. Rather unexpectedly. Thank you!

Self-Portrait (Logitech BRIO, pixels on panel, 2023).

For the record, the collection was basically a starter kit for content creators. None of it is super pricey, it was just stuff I couldn't justify spending the money on without knowing (rather than hoping) I could get some sort of return on it. The standing mic with a pop filter is a desk model with cardioid pickup, and there's a lapel mic clipped to the bendy arm. Bluetooth earbuds are for monitoring, the SSD is 1TB of storage. I've been toying with the idea of turning blog entries into a podcast, a la Mark Crislip -- it would actually be easy, inasmuch as I generally write them by sitting alone in my room and talking to myself for hours on end until I get something that sounds good, then banging it out on a keyboard before I forget it. I have a gaming headset that cost me about $20 and works fine on Zoom, but does not produce audio of a quality I'd put out for people to feed into their ears for an hour at a time. 

The white thing is a digital projector that was intended for a specific project that I'll still probably do at some point, but secretly is also assistive technology. I don't get as much done as I'd like because working on a computer requires me to sit up, and a lot of days, sitting up sucks. Being able to throw the second monitor onto a wall or even the ceiling means I can drag a wireless keyboard over and work from a pile of pillows. That plus the wireless controller means I can pick up streaming or recording let's-plays, which I've been wanting to do for a while, but haven't because sitting in one spot for hours murders my back. 

The Logitech BRIO taking the moody mirror selfie is a 4K webcam, and it's on a basic telescoping tripod that I can use for anything that takes a standard 1/4" screw mount. I've been trying to get clips of rehearsals, performances, new props, toying around in the studio, etc., but the quality is generally not great. Laptop cameras are made for office lighting and close-range subjects, and cell phone cameras are pretty good but unfortunately attached to phones, which are both expensive and also the device off of which I am generally playing the music. I've gotten away with the 1K cam for my one dance film so far, mainly because it was intentionally lo-fi -- as in, if the camera I had was too clear, I would have added grain and noise in post-production -- but outside of that people generally enjoy seeing what tf is going on when they watch a clip of someone dancing. 

[Side note: The rat cage is just out of shot to the right. Casper has the bottom suite. He had no idea what the hell I was doing shuffling doohickeys around on the floor and balancing a mirror on my knee with one hand and poking a computer with the other. I gave him a chocolate chip for his patience when I was done]

It is all generally portable. The webcam even came with its own bag. The stuff I have to hold is mostly wireless. The clip mic does have a cord; I can either plug it into a smartphone and then re-sync the audio in post, or I can plug it into a small Bluetooth transceiver and cast it to the laptop I'm using to record. It's almost, but not quite, equivalent to having a proper lav/beltpack set up. The receiver for a beltpack carries raw audio and can be plugged into anything, whereas the Bluetooth method needs at least one end of the connection to be smart in a way that a laptop is and most soundboards aren't. "Content creation"-style production is all piped through a computer whether it's edited or live, so it makes little difference to me. And frankly, all the wireless microphone systems I've ever tried to use with a computer are dodgy AF, mostly because the transmitter/WiFi/5G frequencies all smash into each other and come out a patchy mess.

So you can all look forward to more media, I guess? It'll take a bit to ramp up, I didn't expect to be doing any of this so soon, so I need to work on scripts and figure out where and when to record.

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[hollybell51]

Soup

Series masterlist, masterpost

Newt x fem!Reader

Maze Runner, (2009 novel - James Dashner, 2014 film - Wes Ball), the Fever Code (2016 novel - James Dashner)

Word count: 1438

Summary: your favourite time of day is when the runners get back from the maze, because that’s when you get to see Newt again. It is Frypan’s least favourite time of day, because it means dealing with both of you. 

Content: implied/referenced making out, kissing, hand holding (*gasp*), alcohol (mentioned), ehhh I think that’s it

Notes: I like to imagine Newt used to be much happier and brighter before the whole leg thing (hence the Fever Code as source material since it’s kinda pre-canon), so I wrote him like that here. He deserves happiness. Also I’m in love with his smile. 

You stood up, stretching your arms over your head to ease the ache in your back and shoulders. The sun was just beginning to sink behind the walls, and that meant two things. Firstly, that the doors would be closing soon. Secondly, and much more importantly, it meant that the runners who hadn’t already returned would be back any minute now. 

As you turned to survey the closest door – the western one – three figures appeared, jogging smoothly into the Glade. You could watch them run all day, you thought. You could watch him run all day. Your eyes followed one of the figures as he stopped, hands on his hips, and looked around. The setting sun glanced off his hair, lighting it up like molten gold even from this distance. He raised a hand, waving to you before walking in your direction. 

“(Y/N)!” he called as he drew closer. “Alright, love?” 

“Sure am now that you’re back,” you returned. 

Newt just smiled and shook his head, slinging his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. 

“You stink!” you protested, struggling against his hold. 

He snorted, tightening his grip momentarily before letting you go. “And you would too if you’d been running around the shuck Maze all day.” 

“Yeah, whatever.” Honestly, you were just glad he was back. Every day ran the risk of Grievers, getting lost, not making it back before sundown, and countless other things you weren’t aware of. And you weren’t even sure if what they were doing out there was making a difference. 

“If it’s gonna stop you coming within a metre of me I’ll take a shower,” he said, snapping you back to the present. “D’you know how far away dinner is?” 

You smiled at him. “You go do that, and I’ll find out.” 

Newt bent to place a soft kiss on your cheek, then turned to go. He stopped after a few steps, spinning back to face you, a grin dancing on his face. 

“What?” you sighed. 

“Wanna come with me?” 

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “In the shower?” 

“Save water,” he shrugged. 

“Since when have you been so keen on saving water?” 

“Oi,” he said, pointing a finger at you. “I’ll have you know that I am very passionate about conserving our resources.” 

“Mmm, sure, conserving resources.” 

“So? Yay or nay?” 

You screwed up your face, weighing your options. You definitely would like a shower, you’d like a shower with Newt even more, but… “Can’t,” you said, pointing at the pile of carrots lying by your feet. “Frypan’s waiting on this.” 

Newt shook his head. “Bummer, you’re missing out.” 

“You’ll have to make it up to me next time,” you smiled. 

“Will do.” He clapped his hands, then spun and resumed his trek towards the shower. 

You watched him for a moment, then bent back to your task. You’d started talking to Newt almost as soon as you’d arrived in the glade. He was friendly where lots of others weren’t, and didn’t seem to be as hung up about the fact that you were one girl among twenty guys as so many of them were. He was nice, chatty, he made you laugh. It had only been a few weeks when you’d realised you liked him as something more than a friend, and not too long after that that you’d gotten together – courtesy of one of the boys working out how to make moonshine. 

You couldn’t remember the night as clearly as you’d have liked – thanks to said moonshine – but you did remember the bonfire, and the way he’d looked. He’d been glowing, like he was lit up from the inside, and you’d been totally mesmerised by everything he did. Then he’d taken your hands and pulled you into the clumsiest music-less dance you’d ever experienced (it was the only one, but you were sure nothing would ever top it), and kissed you, to your horror, in front of everyone. He’d apologised the morning after and you’d talked about it, and while you’d (mostly) forgiven him in light of the fact that he was a damn good kisser, it was still something you brought up when you wanted to make him squirm. 

Now, you shook the dirt of the last carrot and stood once more, the vegetables dangling from your hands by their leafy ends in two bunches. They weren’t all too big and were twisted in weird shapes, but they tasted good once Frypan got his hands on them. 

You crossed the space to the kitchen, dumping the carrots unceremoniously in the sink with a curt announcement of “carrots.” 

“Hello to you too, (Y/N),” the cook said sarcastically. “I’m well, thanks for asking.” 

“Great to hear,” you replied. “Newt wants to know what’s for dinner.” 

“Newt can wait and see.” 

You sighed, leaning heavily on the counter. “Please? He won’t leave me alone if I don’t find out.” 

“He’s only gotta wait an hour, he can suffer like everybody else.” 

“You’re ruthless, Fry. And after I spent the better part of the afternoon pulling out all those carrots–” 

“It took you twenty minutes.” 

“--you don’t even have the good grace to tell me what they’re gonna be used for. Is it bologna? Is it a pie? Does it have sauce? Come on man, give me something.” 

“Jesus ok!” he relented, throwing his hands up. “It’s vegetable soup.” 

You tilted your head to the side, slightly disappointed. “Soup? The kind with all the little bits in it or the kind that’s blended up?” 

“With the little bits in it.” 

“Oh,” you said. “Ok then.” 

The cook crossed his arms, frowning at you. “You got a problem with it?” 

“No,” you shook your head. “I like soup.” It wasn’t a lie, you did like soup. You just didn’t like the sadly stewed vegetables floating in the saltiest watery stock you could imagine that was what Frypan called veggie soup. At least it was hot. 

“Good, cause we’re having it tomorrow too.” 

You hummed, flicking at a carrot. Before Frypan could say anything else, a pair of warm hands settled on your waist. Maybe Newt did like saving water after all. 

Frypan groaned, looking skywards as if to the heavens. “And now there’s two.” 

“Sure is,” Newt said, his chin resting on your shoulder and his arms snaking around your waist. “Do I still stink?” 

You pretended to sniff deeply, then shook your head. “Fresh a daisy. Veggie soup for dinner, with the little chunky bits in it.” 

“Chunky bits? I love the chunky bits.” 

“You better,” Fry snorted, “blender conked out. It’s gonna be chunky everything for the next three days.” 

You felt Newt shrug. “Texture,” he said. 

“Also we’re having it tomorrow as well,” you told him.

“Will there be bread?” 

“There’s always bread.” 

“Yes,” Frypan sighed. “There will be bread. Now will two piss off so I can actually make it? Go make out or whatever you do in your free time.” 

You turned your head, drawing back to meet Newt’s gaze. “You wanna go make out?” 

“I would like nothing better,” he grinned.

“Awesome. Thanks Fry,” you called as Newt took your hand, leading you away from the more crowded areas of the glade. 

“You can have my bread if I can have your soup,” he said as soon as you were out of earshot of the kitchen. 

“Deal. I don’t know how you like that stuff.” 

“I don’t know how you don’t.” 

“It’s so watery and salty,” you complained. “And the veggies are always too soggy.” 

“It’s just the right salty, and the veggies are suitably soft. That pie we had last week, however–” 

You gasped. “That pie was heaven-sent!”

“It was so dry! I felt like my mouth was the freaking Sahara desert after eating it. And it had no flavour.” 

“Because you didn’t put the relish on it. Mine was delicious.” 

“I’m sure it was to you,” he said. “I didn’t like it.” 

“Just like I don’t like the veggie soup. The pumpkin soup, however…” 

Newt hummed in agreement. “That bloody pumpkin soup.” 

“Yeah,” you sighed. “That was good.” 

“So.” He turned to you, raising an eyebrow. “Making out?” 

You pretended to think for a moment, then grinned. “Better do what the cook tells us, right?” 

“Right, wouldn’t wanna miss out on that soup.” 

“Shut up,” you said, grabbing the front of his shirt and kissing him. 

“Ok,” he murmured against your mouth, his hands sliding once more to rest around your waist. You smiled into the kiss, pressing close to him. God, you were grateful for that stupid moonshine. 

[bridoesotherjunk]

why exactly are nfts so bad for tumblr? like they're annoying and frivolous and are for idiots who pay big money for digital monkey pics but surely they're just an inconvenience

Buckle up, this is a long one, kids.

Why NFTs suck dick- a summary::

They kill the environment and they fuck artists CONSTANTLY. No self respecting artists want to participate in these shitty jpegs that cost as much as a house, so either all NFTs are ugly as sin or they just straight up steal art from other people without permission. So so so many artists on twitter have made posts about how they don't support NFTs and if people see their work, it's been stolen.

I have seen AT LEAST FOUR instances of NFTs being made of work by artists who are dead. And when family of the deceased ask them politely not to use their work, the NFT bros always throw a hissy fit and basically say ""I can do what I want"" but then they turn around and scream if someone points out that they can right click and save their shitty monkey icons. Or if the family asks for money- HA!! Yeah, good luck with that. The NFT bros haven't given a single family A CENT. They don't give a fuck.

Also, let's remember the horrifically tasteless NFTs made to look like the late Chadwick Boseman's head but in gold that were given away as "goody bags" at an award ceremony. You know... a dead man's face. As a prize... AND!!! The model of his face was stolen!! The artist who made those NFTs literally stole someone's sculpt of Chadwick and just added a gold texture to it and said it was worth hundreds of thousands of dollars!!! They didn't even make the face!!!!!!!

NFTs are basically like bitcoin attached to a worthless picture. The servers used to run the whole operation take up so much space and generate SO MUCH heat that they're contributing to climate change at a frankly alarming rate. There's also people doing crypto like this fucking over poorer neighborhoods by setting up shop there and jacking up energy prices for everyone living there.

The NFTs make false scarcity their big selling point. YOU own this one single copy of this image except you actually don't, you own a line of code that SAYS you own that image but like 50 other people also own code that says the same thing. There's a post that explains it with the Mona Lisa that does it very well. You own a sticky note that says you own the Mona Lisa, but everyone else also owns sticky notes that say the same thing. But you don't get to take the painting home. You get the sticky note! Yay!! ((If the servers ever shut down, your bit of code points nowhere, too. It points to an empty void with nothing.))

People have also found that they are EXTREMELY EASY TO HACK. Each picture is a piece of code, basically, and anyone with a bit of coding knowledge can just use that to hack into someone's account and steal all their ""hard earned"" money. So now that people are using NFTs as their Twitter icons, people are hacking their accounts there and locking them out.

All these fucking pyramid scheme losers love them because they see it as easy money, but it's a fucking nightmare and normal people hate them.