#you mean to tell me grams was cool with this?

[themoonweaversden]

Messeges that were found so far: NAITSUAF (spoilers)

This is just to collect all the codes that you can type in in thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com and their effects only (please click images for better quality)

Masterpost with all messeges / codes

Transcript:

"SELLING YOUR SOUL For FUN nad PROFIT!

There are some who believe that beneath your skin, nerves, and meat hides a unique spark of electric ephemera that religious types call a "soul." This invisible cloud of will is theorically the most eternal, sacred part of any being. Does it exist? WHO CARES! The important thing is, people believe in it, which means it has MARKET VALUE, BABY! That's why I've purchased as many souls as possible through history just in case I need to CRASH IN one DAY!

WANNA BE A SOUL BILLIONARE LIKE ME?

Look, I wouldn't tell my secret to just anyone, but if you got this far you're smart enough for a golden oportunity! It's simple! First you sell your soul to me, but you get it back as soon as you get three people to sell their souls! Then each of your soul customers buys three more souls, and if you get a commision on each soul, and I only get a small fraction of that commision, it's basically money that prints itself! And souls probably aren't real anyway so there's NO WAY to lose!

Trust me, you're gonna LOVE not having a soul. A soul's like a Jet-ski: sounds cool in theory, but then it just gathers dust in the garage. That junk could be making YOU money! And all you have to do is sign on the dotted line! Pleasure doing business with ya Pal, and may God have mercy on you... uh. You know. On your whole general vibe.

Got any questions? Look, I'll let my lawyer, MultiLevel Mark, explain it.

By reading this paragraph to completion you are agreeing that Mr. Cipher is not liable for any distress, infinite purgatorial torment, profound regret, loss of joie de vivre or vibe shift following the sale of your soul. Bill might be dead but his team of lawyers cannot be killed, praise be to the Legal System, Amen.

ARE YOU READY?"

Once you click ARE YOU READY?:

Transcript:

"SOUL CONTRACT This Certifies That:

X_________________________________(YOUR NAME) hereby grants ownership of their everlasting soul in perpetuity throughout all timelines, realities, and simulations to Bill Cipher Soul Holding LLC. Signing this contract waives any further right to seeing your soul, visiting your soul, soul-searching, wearing a soul patch, or watching the movie "Soul Plane." Your career in the arts is formally over, but your career working for network television Standards & Practicies has only begun!

Furthermore

I. Singee may continue to eat Chiken Soup but any spiritual comfort in offers will be transferred instantly to Bill Cipher LLC. If any other deities or demigods dispute ownership of this soul from a prior sale, they will have to bring their fiddle, chess board, and/or paperwork to our HQ for meditation to determine the Soul Beneficiary. II. "Old Souls" may be subject to remodeling for hiegher resale value. III. Souls are to be stored in our soul containtment unit in the Astral Plane. We are not liable for damages in the event that some kind of "Ghost Busting" team releases your soul and others from our containment in a wacky montage throughout New York City. IV. If Anubis comes by with his scale for our annual Soul Weight Audit, tell him we are all home sick.

This Soul is hereby transfered to: X__Bill Cipher__ (BILL CIPHER, CEO) WITNESSED BY: X_________ ("OPTOR" THE ALL-SELLER)

[CODE IN THERAPRISM]

[CODE IN CIPHER FONT]

SIGN

PRINT

or

BE A COWARD"

Theraprism decoded: "You are now twenty one grams lighter"

Cipher font decoded: "This contract is legal and binding. We reserve the right to use your likeness, face, voice, and small-town pluck in whatever nefarious manner is deemed necessary. Sans soul, your soulmate will not recognize you and will walk right past you on a cold autumn day, never making eye contact, not even processing that you have eyes at all. No amount of interaction will move them to a place where they can remember, in feeling, the thousands of lifetimes you have already spent together, each time choosing whatever form would keep you closest. Like otters holding hands in a tumultuous river, you were birds; you were trees with roots entangled, drinking in the sunlight together. Wherever we go next, whatever you choose, I will always be right with you. That's done, buddy. Congratulations, you have chosen Bill instead. McDonald's reserves the right to put a giant yellow "W" on your torso and forehead and send you walking through a crowded Times Square while you scream, "The fries! The fries! They don't degrade in nature! It's an immortal food! They will be in the landfills long past our deaths! Good God, the things I've seen! Me? Who am I? Oh, I'm Bill's previous lawyer. He put my soul into a quill pen so I can write his legal documents until the sun snuffs out like a candle in this sick universe. I used to be hot; I was so fine. Now I'm fine print. Speaking of which, Bill reserves the right to put your soul into an inanimate object, a strange creature, a concept, a sentence, a tasteful but rustic mason jar with wildflowers in it. If at any point you wish to have visitation rights with your soul, you will be swiftly denied, unless you had a cool day planned for the both of you. Then Bill might want to come along. By signing this document, you forfeit any rights to eating soul food; it will turn to ash in your mouth, a fitting punishment for a fool who squandered the only true gift life owes you. Bill reserves the right to dress your soul however he deems necessary, especially if your soul was a nerd before acquisition. Soul makeover! Your soul may become fractured and placed into different objects; this has no purpose and will not resurrect you if you die. Signee has forfeited all rights to any afterlife, including but not limited to Heaven, Hell, Purgatory, Big Corner, Flow State, the Dream House, the Reincarnation Processing Center, Axolotl's Tank, and Consequences Hold. Signee can no longer board the Soul Train and is advised to discard all bellbottoms. Signee can no longer have a puppy as a best friend; they can sense what is gone. Cats are indifferent. Signee may experience occasional demon possessions from Horculus the Red, Plabos the Merciless, Morbus son of Mortum, Plaga the Oozing, and other such common demons roaming Earth searching for weakened, empty vessels. Tips for ripping your soul out at home: matching YouTube commentary channels, attending an extended family event with an open bar, using generative AI and asserting that you are creating, turning a blind eye to human suffering, amassing more wealth than needed, purchasing a blue checkmark."

If you click BE A COWARD nothing happens

If you click PRINT it just let's you print it

If you click SIGN:

Transcript:

"PLEASURE DOING BUSINESS WITH YOU"

Once you close it the flame from the candle changes to blue:

From now on all the words that didn't seem to do anything (audiolog, bubbles, clear, contract, etc...) will play a selection of videos/audios when you click the nob on the computer

[shiaawtheharmless]

What in the actual fuck lmao (pls read everything lmao if u want)

so, im just noticing about this, i never knew someone made a damn callout post about me for about 2 days now and now that im checking there is some really wrong stuff here, some of them are just taking out of context, while others have like...really dumb stuff.

before i continue, i wanna let yall know that those images date way back (maybe not too back) like around 3 or 4 months, around august and not only I AM RESPONSIBLE for those act, i did apologize to these people, which at the end they didnt get the message thru and never knew, mostly cuz i fowarded this message thru the owner of the server, and not trying to do it in-server, heres the evidence of my apology and the date of it.

its really easy for everyone to take everything with different meaning and put it on the internet to fuck someone over, but we are going to talk about that later, rn imma tell yall a story about this;

months ago, i was getting some problems, mostly problems with the school (which im not getting much into) that were frustrating me, because i normally get the habit of always draw and post my content on tumblr everyday or atleast 3 times a week, i never refrain of making content for my small audience and i wouldnt never stop. Around that time i joined a specific server, i was still getting a lil frustrated but i still managed to hold on my emotions at some extent. Putting it simple, i was just not getting sleep and it was easy for me to break, and that what happened, and at the end i got banned, which i totally took the L and went back defeated.

that was months ago, and this guy post this thing like it just happened (probably not, but he never addressed it).

and other stuff happened (the reblog of @clydeswob)

yeah, i did that, and ngl, that kinda stuff often happens on the internet and tbh, i cant take that shit seriously, on that occassion i was laughing a bit, but i realized this guy was genuine so i kinda went ligth on him but still said that he needed to search that stuff.

there was also that guy called "Ethan", just saying, i was actually not cool with that guy because it started insulting @clydeswob, which i didnt at the end.

and this guy said that i was talking bout politics....seriously??? i dont see a gram of politics on there lmao. anyways

back to the other callout, i wanna resolve each damn screenshot that was censored and screenshotted in a way that yall can get a different story.

The first point calls out about me doing suggestive stuff, which yeah its suggestive, i get it, but they never told who i was replying to.

the OP's version of the screenshot is something like this

yall see something? theres a middle text all censored here, no reason other than maybe just covering up the guy's identity, but it kinda uncalled that you had to censor the message. In this image i was replying to that guy, that also said something kinda NSFW (not blaming him) that i replied to. heres the OG image.

yeah, it still suggestive, and you may say like; "oH bUt tHeRe wEre mInOrs!".

kinda, you see, that server has around just 90 minors, and the rest of the damn server are damn adults, and although this doesnt change that (sadly) there was a possible minor in there, on the date that this message was sent, there were no any present damn kids in there. But still at the end, people told told me to tone down, which i aknowledged but these people dont actually address it again.

if you dont belive, heres the profile of the guy i replied, and most of the users on there, had the same role and the same ager or higher

other point was that i was being racist????

ok lmao

first of all, i never intended to be racist, neither say anything stereotypical.

and second and final, ghetto i just a word.

if you think the ghetto word is only associated with black people stereotypes, then well....thats kinda of ironic dont you think?. Not every black people live in a Ghetto, Ghetto is just a word and that doesnt mean that every black people lives in there, so like err....you kinda dropped the ball of dipshit in there.

3rd point and the most outrageous cuz it was a damn misunderstanding.

So, before i say this, i need to say that im not a total sam and max nerd, i only played "Hit the Road" and saw the cartoons, but i never played the Telltale games (totally not cuz im broke lmao).

in this point, the OP say im making a remark of a damn kid, which is Sammun-Mak. I never seen that character (I swear for my mom and everything) in my life, and this what i replied to.

first of all, that damn tall man on the rigth is a damn kid???? when i saw it for the first time, i tougth that guy was a man, fr. and when i searched the guy, i finded out hes way smaller than that and everything was a missunderstanding, but i also never meant to say that to that ugly ass mf, i meant Max, cuz i dont even know that character.

wanna say rq that im not blaming the artist behind this, im just saying that the way he drew it, made me tougth it was a damn real king, like and adult, and since people like to shit on anyone easily, they didnt even tougth to understand the error and easily called me out as a damn....word...that word, which im totally not dude, yall fucking tweaking.

and last, the animatic post

ok, yall dumb.

Its easy to think that the video is based on....errr....rape??? wtf

why that word comes into your mind first when u see that kind of video????? u ok bro? cuz on reddit and other places i dont see people addressing it as you do.

going back a little into the story of this, i posted this on the sam and max club server, which at the end got deleted cuz it was innapropiate, i said like; "ok it was, i tougth people would get it, but ok" and i took the L cuz ik not everyone likes seeing stuff like that.

but then later after that i got striked and then banned, which was all uncalled for, and i never got DM's of the Mods of that server to explain me what the fuck happened. I tried to contact them, but at the end i decided not, cuz i tougth they would never answer (which they still dont).

going back to the present. wtf dude?

the audio of the video is based of a Vine Video around 2016 created by a guy made "Caleb City". It's easy for yall not to know videos that are this old, but seriously, before u start saying shit like this, pls research the audio, and if you have a problem with the audio, why dont you try to talk to CalebCity himself? tf.

Conclusion...well

I cant lie, the messages were real, but whats wrong is that the OP is trying to totally fuck me over messages that are not only months old, but also carry a different story. Its easy to do this kind of things in the Internet whenever they are real, or not, and its way easier, when the OP of the post DIDNT TAG YOU ON THE POST AND BLOCKED YOU SO YOU COULDNT SEE THE POST

I doubt this guy did it as an accident, cuz when i see the ping of my username it goes like @/shiaawtheharmless instead of @shiaawtheharmless, which when posted, notifies the user to the post, and also because he blocked me.

This is a really dickish move of your part @unprofessionalclownery. Its really easy for people like u talk behind others backs while they arent noticing, and it way easier when its on internet, and you probably didnt had the balls to ping me because you know this is wrong, so please, step off bitch (yeah).

Im not apologizing when I already did, and im not apologizing for my behavior in this post because its totally unacceptable that someone talks shit behind me when im not noticing. Also, i have to make some points so yall understand where i come from.

Im Mexican, and im 18yr, and im on college, im omw on the 4th semester. My career is about learning english, and as you suspect, yes im a ESL. Maybe my English is on point, but since im not a English native and neither a Pro English Talker, i can have mistakes over time (something that i didnt address on other servers, but now im doing it because its something that i need you all know).

just that, i dont think yall need to know anything bout me.

If you really think im bad, go for it, idc

If you dont, thanks ig, but idc neither cuz you still belived it at the first time instead of questioning urself.

peace.

[ajesterwrites]

8. seize the day

summary: you visit Vicki in the hospital and run into an unexpected visitor. bonnie's suspicions grow.

pairings: stefan salvatore x reader, matt donovan x reader (platonic)

warnings: none, not much happens in this chapter

word count: 3.7K

"I'm confused," Caroline was saying as you, her, and Bonnie strolled down the bustling hallways of Mystic Falls High. Bonnie had just explained last night's events while you cast your eyes in every direction, on the lookout for Jeremy and his stoner friends, ready to bust him on the spot. "Are you psychic or clairvoyant?"

"Technically, Grams says I'm a witch," Bonnie clarified. "My ancestors were these really cool Salem witch chicks or something. Grams tried to explain it all, but she was looped on the liquor so I kinda tuned out. Crazy family? Yes. Witches? I don't think so."

"Yeah, well, feel free to conjure up the name and number of that guy from last night."

"What guy?" You asked, snapping your eyes to Caroline. In your string of rants all morning, no guy had ever been brought up.

"There was this really hot guy at The Grill and I really felt a spark, you know?"

"But it was one of those love-at-first-sight sparks," Bonnie added. "She told me they didn't even talk."

"I know what I felt," Caroline insisted. "And I'm telling you, there's something there."

An entertained smile stretched across your face as you glanced between the two of them.

"Oh look, there's Matt!" Caroline said bubbly.

The other two girls looked to see him standing in the front of the school, right in the field, and you looked around. You hadn't even realized you'd left the building.

"Matt!" Caroline called out. He turned and smiled when his eyes landed on her. Your schoolmate and his best friend since childhood, Tyler Lockwood, muttered something in his ear, and they both laughed before performing a not-so-secret handshake. When that was over, Matt made his way to the group, where there was a chorus of greetings.

"How's Vick?" You asked. The last you heard, Vicki's wounds had been taken care of, and she was fast asleep.

"She's fine," Matt cleared up. "They're keeping her overnight to make sure there's no infection, but she should be able to come home tomorrow."

"Were you able to reach your mom?"

"Called and left a message. She's in Virginia Beach with her boyfriend, so... we'll see how long it takes her to come rushing home."

You frowned. You didn't know Kelly Donovan that well, but despite her trashy behavior and questionable choices, the one thing you never doubted was that Mrs. Donovan loved her kids to the moon and back. Even if she had a funny way of showing it. "I'm sure she'll be back soon."

"Yeah."

"Do the police know what animal attacked her?"

"She said it was a vampire."

You froze. "What?"

Matt stopped alongside you, unaware of the horrified look on your face. "Yeah, she wakes up last night and mutters 'vampire' and passes out. I think she was drunk."

A vampire...in Mystic Falls? But that would mean... your stomach flipped at the mere thought of him.

Ryder.

But he wouldn't...he couldn't...he promised he would never–

"So what's up with you and the new guy?" Matt asked, nodding toward Stefan, who was sitting at a table across the lawn. You hadn't even noticed he was there.

"He's cool." While you'd already made your feelings for Matt clear, you didn't want to rub it in his face that you may have found someone you actually liked. Liked... such a strong word.

Matt scoffed. "I can tell. He was with you at the Grill...at the bonfire..."

You went quiet, choosing not to entertain the implication. You glanced at Bonnie and Caroline, who'd somehow managed to sneak twenty feet away from you as you and Matt spoke, but they were still watching attentively. "Um, we're all headed to the hospital. Do you wanna come?"

"I'll take my car. I'm probably gonna stop somewhere first. If she's awake, she'll probably want to eat something other than hospital food." 

You smiled. Matt had always been so thoughtful. Even when you broke up with him, all he could ask was if she was going to be okay, nevermind the pain he was going through. "Okay. Catch you later?"

"Yeah," He said, giving you a small nod and awkward smile before walking away. Bonnie and Caroline went to your side, eyeing him as he left.

"Poor guy," Caroline said.

Bonnie nodded, sympathy gleaming in her eyes. "I know, right? What happened to Vicki is horrible."

"Vicki?" Caroline repeated, furrowing her eyebrows as if that was the dumbest thing she'd heard all day. "I'm not talking about her, I'm talking about Y/N. He's totally in love with her."

"What are you talking about?" You asked. With her, there were always switching subjects. One minute, you were talking about sexism, and the next, your primary topic was about who was the hottest out of Edward and Jacob (although the answer was obvious—clearly, it was Jacob). It was a wonder anyone could keep up with her, but you and Bonnie had been doing it for years.

Caroline gave you a look. "Don't play dumb." She turned back to look at Matt, who was getting into his car. "I mean, look at him. How can you look into those sad puppy eyes and say no? You're killing him."

"No, I'm not."

"You are literally clutching his heart and ripping it out of his chest."

"Have you been watching Indiana Jones again?" You asked. Bonnie laughed, and Caroline rolled her eyes. "Look, I already made it perfectly clear to him that I'm not interested."

"You didn't give him the It's not you, it's me speech, did you?" Bonnie chimed in.

"No. I just told him that I'm not the one for him. Last night at the bonfire."

"I didn't know you believed in soulmates." Yet another reason to grow suspicious of you.

And you instantly caught on. "I don't."

"Well, I do," Caroline piped up, unaware of the tension between her two friends. "Like that guy at the bar!"

Bonnie teasingly rolled her eyes before trading looks with you, who laughed.

The walk to the car and ride to the hospital was filled with Caroline raving on and on about the sexy stranger. She barely took any breaths as she droned about the man, from his solid jawline to his intense blue eyes, but there was something else about the conversation that grabbed your attention.

"...weird ring..."

Although you'd been occupied with your latest artwork, your pencil froze on the page. "Wait, ring?"

"Yeah, I saw it when he waved," Caroline casually mentioned, but then noticed the wary look on her friend's face. "Don't worry, he wasn't married or anything."

Who else do I know that has a weird ring? Could be a coincidence.

But you knew better. You'd learned the hard way to trust your gut. You refused to believe it was a coincidence that a man that neither of you had ever seen before arrived in town around the same time as Stefan. But then again, you didn't have enough information. You hadn't even seen the ring...it was too early to jump to conclusions. You returned to your art.

Bonnie shrugged, deciding to play with the ring angle. "Unless he wanted to hang at a bar because there was trouble in paradise."

"No, that wasn't it," Caroline said confidently. Bonnie raised an eyebrow. "Hello. Are you forgetting my parents are divorced? If his marriage was falling apart, I'd know. He didn't have the jaded, tortured look in his eyes. And besides, there's no way that was a wedding band. If it was, his wife would really have to hate him to let him wear that thing in public."

"Hence the trouble in paradise."

"Whatever," Caroline scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"What are you doing?" Bonnie suddenly asked, glancing at you through the rearview mirror.

You looked up from your work. "Uh, just sketching something."

Caroline cocked her head to the side. "Since when do you draw?"

"Since always," You said simply, not wanting to get into details. You chuckled softly to ease suspicion but didn't miss the look Bonnie made. Get it together.

You glanced at Caroline, who didn't seem to have the slightest clue about what was going on as she stared out of the window. Caroline cared about her friends—in her own special and occasionally smothering way—but she tended to be trapped in her own bubble and oblivious to the events around her.

"Can I see?" Bonnie asked. It was nothing special. You had only recently begun drawing, so it wasn't as great as you wanted it to be. Because you struggled with hands, you decided on a pair of eyes.

Cold, unassuming eyes narrowed with suspicion. They were to be colored green when you got home.

You held your notebook up, and Bonnie's eyes darted to the drawing for a brief moment, as her attention was on the road, but an impressed look loomed on her face. "Wow. That's amazing, Y/N. I had no idea you could draw so well."

"Yeah, did you go to some prestigious art school while you were gone?" Caroline asked with a soft laugh. You forced a smile. I wish, you thought as you closed the book shut.

"I'll be back in five minutes," You promised when Bonnie rolled into the hospital parking lot. "Not planning on having any conversations."

"Whatever happened with you and Vicki anyways?" Caroline asked as she surveyed her nails, thinking of the nail polish color she'd use for the event coming up.

"Nothing, we just had a falling out," You replied dismissively as she climbed out of the seat. "Be right back."

You grabbed your bouquet of flowers and a Get Well Soon card before going inside. You hadn't been in the hospital in months... when you woke up from the car accident and learned your parents were dead. Everything was still the same. The walls were a bleak, pasty white. Nurses wore flowery and colorful scrubs to bring some semblance of life. The floors squeaked loudly. The air was full of misery, and the halls echoed with a chaotic symphony of noise. You shivered. This was one place in Mystic Falls you hadn't missed.

After getting the room number from the receptionist, you made your way to Vicki.

You and Vicki hadn't talked since—well, since you had that "psychotic break", also known as one of the biggest physical fights you'd ever been involved in, although it was mostly you packing the punches. And Vicki hadn't told anyone because that would mean telling people why, and she wasn't ready to do that. After all, who'd want to tell the world that they deflowered a fourteen-year-old boy? Especially one that was her best friend's brother?

As you turned the corner and passed a room, you caught a glimpse of a familiar leather jacket. You stopped, went a few steps back, and saw the gelled golden hair on the figure's head.

Stefan?

When he spun around, his eyes immediately landed on you.

"What are you doing here?" You asked.

"Just...visiting family."

"Oh," You said reluctantly, watching as he cast nervous glances at the door. Was someone coming? "Well, I'm sorry to hear that. Is everything okay? No offense, but you look a little...shady."

"What? No, everything's fine," He answered calmly, but his radiating anxiety made sweat glands roll down your neck. What is he so afraid of? "Uh, you on your way to see Vicki?"

Maybe he has a medical condition. That'd explain why he's here—he might just not want anyone to know. You nodded, attempting to reply fast enough so he wouldn't get the idea that you were checking him out. "Yeah."

"You should go do that," He suggested. Except it didn't sound like a suggestion or an order. It was more like...a plea. Huh. That's weird.

"Um...okay. Nice seeing you."

"Yeah, you too," He said, giving you the weakest attempt at smiling. You couldn't imagine what he could possibly be doing that had him so on edge but didn't question it. Instead, you gave a small smile and continued to Vicki's room. But as if his strange behavior wasn't enough, it wasn't even five seconds later when Matt practically ran into you. Before he could knock you to the ground, you skidded aside.

"Woah!" You yelped, raising your hands in surrender.

"Did you see him?" Matt asked frantically, his eyes darting around the place.

You raised an eyebrow. "See who?"

"Stefan," He said impatiently, looking slightly frustrated that you couldn't read his mind. "Did you see Stefan?"

"Oh yeah, I just saw him go in there," You replied, pointing to the room down the hall. Matt pushed past, and you frowned, not staying behind to watch him dash away. You didn't know what was going on but didn't care enough to figure it out.

When you finally reached Vicki's room, you exhaled slowly. You hadn't been nervous before but now...your palms felt sticky. It was only Vicki. It's not like you should be scared. In fact, Vicki should be scared of you. But...a pit formed in your stomach. You'd be in and out. No need to sweat it. "Just...drop the stuff and leave," You whispered to yourself. Then you took a deep breath, reached for the handle, and opened the door.

Vicki was fast asleep, and you mentally applauded the universe for your luck.

With slow, heedful steps, you walked to the other side of the bed and placed the flowers and card in between the lamp and telephone rested on the dresser. And then, with even quieter steps, you started to head out.

But as soon your fingers brushed against the silver handle, a groggy, confused voice said, "Y/N?"

You froze. Shit...so much for being lucky.

You smoothly spun around, bringing a fake smile to your lips. "Hey."

Vicki sat up and stared at you, trying to decipher the reality of the moment. "What are you doing here?"

"Nothing. Just bringing you some stuff," You responded coolly. Vicki turned to glance at items on the dresser. The confusion on her face didn't settle. "Um...I remember you told me one time that you liked tickseed sunflowers, so...yeah. I didn't wake you up, did I?"

"No."

"Oh. Okay, good. Well-"

"I'm sorry," Vicki interrupted. 

"What?"

"I'm sorry," She repeated. You gaped at her. Vicki never apologized. Everything she did, good or bad, was something that you just had to be okay with. Over the years, you'd gotten used to that.

"You don't have to apologize," You said, waving your hand dismissively.

"Yeah, I do," She insisted. Her eyes darted to the floor. "Am I why you went away?"

"Yes, I woke up one morning and decided to skip the town I've lived in my entire life because of some crackhead slut," You responded. You shared laughter, recalling your crude nicknames for each other. You could never be friends again, you knew that. But...in a strange way, you missed her.

Despite this, you realized something. She was awake. You'd wanted to avoid her but this could work in your favor. She'd told Matt that she saw a vampire...which meant that she hadn't been compelled to forget. If it was true, you had an opportunity to see if it was Ryder.

You opened your mouth to ask, but the words never left your tongue. No. Ryder had no reason to attack Vicki. He wouldn't hurt anyone unless it was for his own survival. You needed to trust him. When he finally answered your calls, he'd tell you that he wasn't even in the woods. He was perfectly safe. An animal attack Vicki. He wouldn't do that. And he'd ask you if you really thought he was capable of that, sounding all hurt the way he did, and you'd feel guilty for a second. Then you'd say "Of course not" and everything would be fine again.

"Goodbye Vicki," You said after a moment of quiet. "I hope you feel better soon."

Vicki nodded and a smile of all things appeared on her face. This might've been one of the first times she smiled without being in a drug-induced haze. That's so weird, You thought as you left the room. But almost refreshing.

As you strolled down the halls, a deflated and puzzled Matt came your way. "Did you find him?"

Matt shook his head. "No."

"That's too bad," You replied, unsure of how to respond. Matt stood there, nodding. You cleared your throat. "Well I should get going. Bonnie and Caroline are waiting for me."

"Right."

"I'll see you later?" You asked, uncertain. He nodded. You smiled and began to walk away.

"Hey Y/N?" He called. You stopped for a moment. "Thank you."

"No problem."

When you approached the car, you noticed Bonnie speaking vehemently while Caroline just shook her head. Frowning slightly, you opened the car door and slid into the backseat, only to be met with a tense silence. And that's when you knew what they were talking about. You.

But you didn't mention it. Instead, you grabbed your sketchbook, flipped it open to an empty page, and got to work on the first thing that appeared in your head. Caroline began to say something, but Bonnie stopped her with a warning look and turned up the radio to mask the tension.

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Fast forward half an hour, the girls were sitting at a table outside of the Mystic Grill, their textbooks and homework pages scattered as they sat in silence, trying to complete their work. Bonnie and Caroline took consistent glances at you, struggling to figure out if you knew something was wrong, but you seemed unfazed. Only once had you locked gazes, and Caroline was quick to look away.

"So..." Caroline started, placing her drink on the table. Her two companions looked up at her. "Comet tomorrow. You guys excited?"

The Night of the Comet Festival was a celebration hosted in honor of a comet that passed over Mystic Falls every one hundred and forty-five years. It was one of the town's many cherished events, and like plenty of other occasions, it wasn't taken lightly.

"Not anymore," Bonnie replied.

"Let me guess, something to do with your psychic Salem witch family?"

"I was talking to Grams, and she said the comet is a sign of impending doom," Bonnie explained. "The last time it passed over Mystic Falls, there was lots of death. So much blood and carnage, it created a bed of paranormal activity."

"Yeah, and then you poured Grams another shot, and she told you about the aliens," Caroline responded perkily and turned to her other friend, missing the hurt and offended look on Bonnie's face. You frowned. "So Y/N...you never told us what happened."

You raised an eyebrow. Was this about your absence? It seemed like an odd way to bring that up. But you didn't want to jump to conclusions and out yourself, so you kept your perplexed expression and kept your questions short.

"With. . .?"

"With you and Stefan, silly!" Caroline exclaimed with a laugh and added what appeared to be in a joking way, "God, it's a good thing you're pretty."

You smiled calmly, thinking of how the old you probably would've reacted incredibly harsh in response to Caroline's not-so-subtle diss. "I already told you everything. We just talked."

"You and Stefan talked... all night?" She asked, raising her eyebrows with disbelief. You nodded. "There was no sloppy first kiss or touchy feely of any kind?"

"Nope."

"Not even a handshake?"

"Not even that."

"Come on, Y/N, we are your friends!" Caroline replied dramatically. "Okay? You are supposed to share the smut!"

You laughed. "Sorry Caroline, but nothing happened. You know if it did, you'd be one of the first people to know."

"Okay, what is with the blockage? Just jump his bones already!" Caroline exclaimed. Bonnie looked over at, her face twisted into a 'What the hell' expression. "Okay, it's easy." To make her point and really break it down, she gestured with her hands. "Boy likes girl, girl likes boy, sex!" She clapped her hands together.

"Says you," You snorted. "Last time I checked, you didn't score the guy from the bar."

"I was drunk!"

"Uh huh," You said, amused by her defensiveness.

Caroline scoffed. "Whatever, Y/N. Still doesn't change the fact that you two are totally crushing, and there is nothing like doing the good ol' devil's tango to seal the deal."

"Thanks, but I'm not really looking for a fling right now."

"But you do want a meaningful relationship, right?" Bonnie asked. "I mean, you're seeking a connection. If you have that with Stefan, why not just go for it?"

You thought about that. Really, what was the worst that could happen? You liked him and it seemed he liked you too. And even if he rejected you, it would suck, but at least you wouldn't spend an eternity wondering what could've been. You only had one life—you might as well live it to the fullest.

"You know what? You're right," You declared, rising to your feet. You shoved your papers between the pages and slammed your book shut. "So what if I've only known him for a day? I had more fun talking to him for seven hours than I did in the last four months. Carpe diem."

"Carpe what now?" Caroline asked.

"Carpe diem," You repeated energetically. "Seize the day. That's what I'm going to do. Thanks guys, you're the best!"

"We know!" Caroline called after you as you darted towards the parking lot to grab your bike from the car. You turned, looking at the pride in Caroline's smile and the enthusiasm gleaming in Bonnie's eyes. Then you hopped on your bike and, kicked your feet on the pedals, and rode away.

[tmntxthings]

一∑ leonardo hamato。・゜・☆

(pics from pinterest)

> raph’s < | > donnie’s < | > mikey’s <

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version: rottmnt aka rise

aesthetic: blue + hobby-oriented

song association: me and your mama by childish gambino

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author’s note: same concept as donnie’s & I picked that song bc leo’s a little shit and would pick it for the title (turns out it’s a banger too)

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name: the greatest ninja of all time leonardo hamato

nicknames: leo, lee, nardo, leon

aliases: the greatest ninja, champion, neon leon / prime time

location: NYC babyyyyy

species: red slider turtle duh & lou jitsu's looks

age: ~sweet 16~

height: 5'5 (hehe, donnie wishes he was taller than me)

weapons: my rad ninjocity skills, odachi / cool swords

appearance: handsome ;) lovely green complexion, superior red facial markings, sturdy shell, original blue bandanna, super handsome, lean green crime fighting machine, and did i mention handsome?

personality: uhhh definitely the funny / punny one (don't believe a word donnie says), all-around amazing, the cool one too, quick-thinker, trouble maker and savior, really i'm just the whole package, confident.. most times, protective, cunning, brave, the list can go on and on

likes: cool things, like swords and comics and jupiter jim movies / lou jitsu movies #hotsoup, family, senor hueso, gram-gram <3, magic shows, attention, affirmation, hugs, blindsides / backstabs / betrayals, drama, (but what you should take away from this is that i put family wayyy before donnie put family :p) pranks, being #1, competitions

dislikes: kraang / anyone who comes for my family, draxum, apologizing, boredom, getting sentimental or serious, when no one laughs at my jokes T^T, leading, losing

other: i don’t really know what to put here, but profile application complete (that took wayyyyy too long heh ((put a check mark right here anyway :P)), after your school project is over you should swing by! yk so i can beat your ass in mario kart or any other game you think of ;p you should hurry cause i’m getting boreddddd and may just have to portal over, don’t worry i’d never dream of annoying you while you do your homework :D what else should i put on this thing…agh forget it i’ll just tell you about my day so far, i woke up looking as dashing as always, time-skip past playing on my phone / eating / mundane other stuff that’s boringggg and boom, fighting against the foot clan bc those guys are back again?! lemme just say i took out most of them, my hermanos could hardly keep up with me fought very well.. it was such a team effort.. :p that should be enough right? as donnie would say, parting is sweet and all that jazz, but don’t worry i’ll bless you with my presence shortly.. meaning right now, ~portal timeeeee~

[milkweedman]

hi, sorry if this is something you've answered before, but how did you get started with spinning? and do you have an reccs for beginners? i'm not a fiber arts person (yet) but i think the skills are mind-blowingly cool. i have a few friends that are into crochet also and while i don't do so i think it would be nice to be able to make them yarn etc :)! thank u <3

Hi ! I got started with spinning about 5 years ago now--I ordered a turkish spindle and some andean highland wool from knitpicks, tried it out, and really sucked.

Like. really sucked. couldn't even make bad yarn bc it just kept falling apart (due to undertwisting ! if your yarn is falling apart in your hands, it's undertwisted. there, i just saved you about a month of misery, if you're me lol). Put it away for a while, tried again, was still bad at it, rinse and repeat for about a year. eventually something clicked and i started being able to make more than like, an armspan of yarn before it became disastrous.

not saying it's that hard for everyone (i've watched some people pick it up in like... 5 minutes), or that it'll be that hard for you ! that's just how it went with me.

I do have some recs for beginners which will hopefully help ! (i didn't have this community on tumblr at the time, and didn't know there were forums on ravelry, so i had no community help or knowledge, which did not work in my favor).

Get a basic drop spindle with a hook on the end, if you can. Drop spindles come in many different forms, but the two main categories are top whorl and bottom whorl (meaning, where the circular whorl is placed on the shaft of the spindle). top whorl spindles spin faster but for a shorter period of time and can be more unbalanced. bottom whorl spindles spin slower but for longer, and are typically more balanced (physics, idk). everyone has their own preferences--i tend to recommend bottom whorl spindles to beginners because it kind of slows the process down, which can be helpful. if you've got a little extra money, buying a top whorl and a bottom whorl spindle could be a good idea. they're pretty cheap on etsy, esp if you get a very plain and simple one and just decorate it yourself.

spindle weight matters a lot. the heavier the spindle, the thicker the resulting singles will be. (singles are what you spin first, then you ply them together if desired). the lighter the spindle, the thinner the singles. this means if you get a very heavy spindle and try to spin something fine on it, it'll likely snap under the weight. and if you try to spin something thick on a light spindle, you'll be constantly flicking it and not adding very much twist (so it may just fall apart into sad fluff). my favorite all-purpose spindle for yarns that won't be particularly thin weighs about 2 ounces (55 grams). that will be too heavy for fine yarns, but works well for making like, worsted weight 2 ply. i would recommend a spindle somewhere in the 1-2 ounce range (30-55 grams) for a basic beginner spindle. once you get the hang of it feel free to go for the very light spindles or the heavier plying spindles.

don't buy roving for your first fiber. almost everyone does that, and many people end up with really low quality (and sometimes even compressed or partially felted) roving. roving can be great for spinning once you know what you're doing, but it's kind of... uniquely unsuited for beginners, in my opinion anyway. firstly because it is the most common preparation, it's not really treated with care by many companies when it comes to storage (hence the compression or felting). secondly, it's really easy to felt it in your hands when you're doing the beginner sweaty-hands-deathgrip-drafting-with-all-your-might thing (i'll get to that later). thirdly, again because it's the most common prep, there's a thriving market of garbage shitty roving, and it takes a little experience telling the difference between decent stuff and garbage stuff based on an internet page. I would highly recommend spending a little bit more money on a batt. this is like a large pillow of carded wool, which you pull strips off of to spin. they are sold in a far less-compressed state (which makes for easier spinning) and are, as far as im aware, made by humans with experience, rather than machines.

the breed matters a lot when it comes to spinning. some breeds have finer, more slippery wool, and some have grabby wool. grabby wool is better for learning (it means less of your yarn just slipping apart and breaking). some good beginner breeds are shetland, corriedale, jacob, romney, or other similar wools. the fiber market is inundated with merino (either a great thing or a source of misery, depending on who you ask), which is not a particularly good beginner breed (it's definitely on the slippery, finer side).

once you've got all your materials, it's spinning time ! find a youtube tutorial or a written tutorial (check your library for books on spinning. i have no recommendations--i did not learn from books). you could also check and see if there's a spinner's guild in your area. it depends on the guild (some are kind of, uh... snooty, for lack of a better word ? most seem pretty friendly and happy to help newcomers) but you might be able to show up to a meeting and get some help. ideally get some practice with the spindle first though.

lastly, some tips for spinning. A) keep the fiber supply held loosely in your hand, or better yet, draped over your hand so that the fiber you're drafting is only held in your fingertips. if you hold it tightly you won't be able to draft evenly. you may also compress and/or felt it by holding it, especially if your hands are sweaty. B) try spinning using the 'park and draft' method while you are learning. this is where you add a bunch of extra twist to the already-spun yarn (or leader, for the first length), pinch the twist to hold it in place, and draft fiber, allowing the twist to travel up the wool as you draft it. this is a good technique for learning because it isolates the actions of spinning, letting you focus on one part at a time. trying to keep the spindle going while drafting when you're brand new is not easy, and can lead to a lot of frustration and mistakes. once you've got the hang of drafting, then it's a great time to figure out how to do it all at once. C) work slowly and thoughtfully while you learn. what you're doing at first is twofold: you're figuring out the process and what works and what doesn't, but you're also building muscle memory, which is what spinners (really, pretty much everyone who practices hand crafts or hand work of any kind) rely on. i can get high af and zone out and spin and end up with a usable (sometimes even pretty good) yarn, because even when my brain isn't working, my hands know what to do. this is not the case for someone without the muscle memory. pay attention, step away if you get frustrated, and work slowly. as you build muscle memory, it will become easier and easier. D) your first yarns don't have to be good. they don't even really have to be yarn, as such--if you ended up with something thats rope at one end and thread at another, that's ok ! you're learning ! the purpose of your first yarns is just to teach you how to spin. if they look like shit, it's ok. (mine looked awful, for the record ! i don't think i've seen anything quite as bad as my very first yarn, actually. wish i'd kept it though xD)

hope this was helpful ! there's also this post about how to tell if your yarn is under or over twisted, which might be of use, and this post about finishing your yarn as well. and if you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask me or another spinner (the overwhelming majority of us are very happy to help a new spinner) for advice or help !

[cuprohastes]

Lunch in Space (Part 3)

You always hear about these people who have EVA accidents and they tell you how laser-focused they were, in maintaining a cool and calm demeanour so they could follow the old Observe, Analyse, React model.

Which jsut goes to show how tricky memory is because the suit recordings all start the same way mine did:

Sound: [Bang] Sound: [AAaaaaAAAAAaaaaAAAAaaaa! F***! S***!]

Look, it's confusing. You start by sort of floating in your suit thinking about those little purple rolls they serve in the Caf, and then everything is spinning and it feels like your legs are being pinched.

Ever had a blood pressure test? It feels like that, from your feet all the way to your hips. It's to make sure all the blood doesn't get centrifuged out of your brain.

Then you dig your thumbs into the little slot with the emergency buttons and push down until they decide you really mean it and then the auto-compensators stop you from spinning.

Then you start looking for leaks. Oscar, or whatever you named your suit will tell you right away. I had a small leak, easily repaired with Space Tape once I yanked a chunk of crud out of the way. There was a big gash in the impact plate that is part of Oscar's outermost layer. It's designed to distribute an impact and be somewhat ablative. the tip of some debris had gone all the way through and nicked the inner layer.

Space Tape has vacuum-rated adhesive, is shiny as heck and after I spudged some sealant into the gash, the tape went over the top as both insurance and a way to indicate to any rescue party that there was a potential yadda yadda. Look, you've done the safety course.

Step 2: Orient and Bitch.

Easy enough. Half a turn to the left and yo, there's the station. Or a little green box around the fuzzy little cloud of navigation hazard.

"Oscar, calculate return vector, and current free orbit." said I.

Oscar thinks about that, does a whole bunch of range-finding, math, and parallax, and then tells me that if I totally empty my tanks I can do pretty much nada about catching back up.

The docking frame took the impact instead of e.g. pretty much all the stuff that was keeping me alive right now: A quick read on the sun suggests that's the cooling unit at the moment. The station was already a little dot, twinkling in a pretty way as it vanished into the endless night.

The emergency kit has a spring wire thermal blanket in it. I tethered one corner to Oscar, and let it unfold, putting it between me and the sun. Also now I just made myself way easier to track. Like I needed that? If we were down to only RADAR or looking for shiny crap, we weren't going to make it anyway.

I think they make these checklists boring so you won't have anxiety about falling into infinite space with some tape covering the hole in your life support system while clamped to a bent out-of-shape utility lift, while hiding behind a couple of grams of plastic sprayed with metal vapour.

I mean it's not the first time. It's just the first time it wasn't a training exercise.

Elapsed time: About 5 minutes. Check in time. Station was loud and clear five bars, waiting for me to call in: "Station, this is Delta Zeta on impact trajectory calling in an untethered excursion. Systems are yellow, Stellar shield is deployed. Currently encumbered by the docking stanchion and lift plate. Pilot is green. I have a controlled outgassing event. Please advise. Over."

Station responds right away, so hey they're all still there too, meaning the communications are up and they aren't busy getting Kesslered. Good To Know™️. "Delta Zeta, this is EVA command. We read a trailing orbit. You're green for Three Eight, period five hours. We read Life Support for One Four, no obstacles. We are currently leading a large volume of navigational hazard. At this time we recommend waiting for safety intercept leading approach. Do you copy, Over?"

I consider this like there's an actual choice. "I copy Station: Big cloud of crap behind you, five hours until you sneak up on my sorry ass. Be advised that I will not be picking up a pizza while out. Over"

Station comes back: "Be advised that lack of pizza may result in a lower recovery priority. Over."

So yeah. They just said they had too much shit floating around behind them to safely get a rescue drone out, and I'm moving away from them.

In five hours their orbit will bring them up behind me, where the debris field isn't and they can pick me up. I have power and air to try this twice, and if they miss I have thirty-eight orbits before I'll de-orbit. Given that I have fourteen hours before my power or air runs out and I either cook, freeze or suffocate, that part isn't something I need to worry about.

"Grak!" I say. Oscar's little icon does a couple of colour and pattern changes: A blush at the use of profanity, Atrix style.

"Copy that." Station says. Oops. Hot mic.

"See you in five. Over and out." I say and put a movie on. I pick Gravity, the re-make they actually shot in Earth Orbit, not the Atrix version. I have a sick twisted sense of humour.

I'd jsut got to the good bit with the Indian Space Station, when my stellar shield suddenly jerked and flipped around, a little hole punched through it. Then another and another.

Around that point something hit my life support and things got really distracting...

[stevenbasic]

GITJ Post 329: A Saturday at Melissa's, p4 (2pm: Alicia Ray)

“Thanks sooo much for coming in,” I told her, smiling my best but by this point gritting my teeth and just counting the moments ‘til she was gone, “you’re totally ready. You’re going to do great next week.”

Actually, there was something about this huge girl - Melissa Monroe, queen and manager of the medical practice that had been chosen as one of the hives for the movement and the clinic where I went to get my shots -  that made me want to hug her. She was like a superhero, six and a half feet tall if she was an inch and body like a goddess. Ideal in so many ways and I felt an attraction to her, magnetic. But then there was also something about her that riled up some territorial she-wolfy instinct in me and made me want to claw out her eyes haha.

“Oh god thanks it’s been so fun!” she beamed, obviously still giddy the way people get when they do things like this. There’s a magic to knowing you’re going to be on TV, being behind the scenes, I get that. All the makeup, the cameras, the lights - it’s exciting when it’s new. I did this all the time, it was my job now, but to her it was cool and fun. Kind of adorable but her giddiness was getting on my nerves for some reason. I knew everyone else was wearing their masks around her like they’d been told, and they said I might feel this way: one queen reacting to the presence of another in her hive, so I figured I could just tough it out. Believe me I’d been through worse in my career haha, having to smile and primp the right way to the right men in making my transition from pageant winner (I was a former Miss Connecticut, had I mentioned that?) to traffic girl here at Channel 5. But now my career was not in the hands of men any more, I was on a - what’s the word? - trajectory up and up and up and headed for big things. Really big things. National things. They’d started to assemble a group around me - the new weather girl, the sports girl from what-they-tell-me-is-Kansas, along with Aly, Julie and the others - girls I’d be taking along with me as I moved up. But in the meantime, I still had to smile and do crap like this. 

“It was fun!” I sang back as, finally, I did give her a hug. My own boobs, big as they were now, got squashed by the massive knockers this girl was packing in her top. Melissa Monroe was here at the station on a Saturday for a pre-interview, some photos, and a debriefing in prep for the piece the mobile team would be filming at the end of the week. There was a big construction project happening at the clinic, the pharmaceutical company that made my medicine was going to be expanding the practice throughout the whole building, and they wanted some press coverage for the grand opening of the new wings. That’s where my team, my haha hive of girls came in; they’d be doing an on-location piece this Friday. Thankfully, it wouldn’t be me at the site job. Now that I was an anchor, I didn’t have to do that sort of shit anymore. But still they wanted me to meet her, get some pictures together. “Here, let’s take one for the ‘gram…”

“You must have sooooo many followers, being on TV,” she said, after she snapped a pic of the two of us, “is it okay if I tag you?”

“Sure,” I chuckled, but then thought about them, all of them, the simps and followers we girls here at the station had been - what’s the word? - amassing. We didn’t just have viewers anymore, or watchers. People watched us religiously. We all had websites, fan sites dedicated to us, to me. We had the “Church of Channel 5”. We had, like, worshippers. But what if our little simps started to get a look at her? I mean, I was getting tall - three inches I’d grown - but she was an Amazon. I was getting curvy - 34F and counting, my waist still tight, my butt growing bigger and bigger - but she’s like a walking wet dream, built like a cartoon character. Thinking of my audience spending their time and unzipping their pants to her instead of me or Marta or Janet or the others….is this what jealousy feels like? Again, it was a she-wolf thing. I’m the alpha around here now. Leave. Haha listen to me. I sound so badass.

“So what are you doing tonight?” I asked, casually, hoping she didn’t take it as an invitation to ‘hang out’. Yuck. 

“Ooo I’m spending it with my boyfriend,” she said, obviously smitten with whoever it was, “He and some friends are coming to my place…”

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sorry we've been away; working to catch up. Onto post 350-something at Patreon

[punkbakerchristine]

october 7th marks 1 year since hamas invaded israel. the terror group massacred 1200 people, rampaged the city of sderot and the nova music festival, kidnapped 250 people from all walks of life, from literal infants to little old ladies, from americans to british to thai to israelis, from jews to bedouins to druze to christians to actual muslims, and started this godforsaken war. it was a terror attack, a crime against humanity, an act of genocide, and if you’re going to point fingers at anyone for starting it, blame donald trump (he sold intel about israel to russia, an ally to iran and the base of hamas, which is how they were able to break through the iron dome). israel are not the genocidal ones, and they never have been, either. hamas is. radical islam is. radical islam doesn’t give a single fuck who you are, not even muslims.

it also marks 1 year since i started baking bread. i literally made my first bloomer when it happened (and i was like that guy back east when the pandemic hit, and he was living off the grid and had no idea why everyone was masking up, so he went into a gas station like “can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?!”).

so, i’ve made a bloomer again as both a means of coming full circle and to remember the attacks.

this recipe is based out of the standard bloomer, as every culture has a loaf of bread, and inspired by a cheesy jalapeño loaf from schat’s bakery up in bishop, california, and also chilean flavor profiles (i’ve been on a chile kick lately). the pungency of the cheese and the garlic is like a direct opposite of the sweetness of the foods served at rosh hashanah to commemorate how painful this whole experience has been, and the chili powder, which is piquant and earthy, is meant to be ironic as this conflict is not about land. flavor-wise, it gives a dimension to the garlic and an earthy feeling to the cheese. it’s an oil bread, so it’s kosher. ***i just read that cheddar is not halal unless it’s made by tillamook. otherwise, i’d recommend using a different pungent cheese that’s made with a vegetable rennet. if you’re not a fan of sharp cheese, you can use a milder one like havarti!

nevertheless:

500 grams of all-purpose flour

10 grams of salt

7 grams of fast-action yeast

40 milliliters of olive oil

320 milliliters of cool water

1 tablespoon of minced roasted garlic

1-1 1/2 cups of shredded sharp cheese

1/8 - 1/4 teaspoon of chili powder

***my loaf was actually made with 375 grams of flour (or roughly 3/4 of the measurements because we’re running low on flour as of writing), but the measurements still stand.

***if you’d like an authentic middle eastern version, swap out the chili powder for sesame seeds and za’atar seasoning!

tip the flour into a metal bowl with the salt on one side and the yeast on the opposite (salt can stunt the behavior of the yeast and slow the proving process so it’s best to keep them separated). add the oil plus 240 milliliters of the water. with one hand, stir the ingredients together and begin incorporating them: add more water if the dough is too dry. once you have the dough going and all the flour is mopped up, place on a lightly oiled work surface and begin kneading. put your hands, arms, and back into it!

the kneading should take 5-10 minutes (or longer if you’re new to bread making): you want the dough to be smooth like the inside of your arm.

place into a lightly oiled glass bowl and cover with either plastic wrap or a tea towel and let proof in a warm place for at least 90 minutes (or longer if your kitchen isn’t very warm). you want the dough to double in size. i like to tuck it into the oven so the air is still and the temperature is constant; on a cold day, turn on the oven as you’re kneading to 200° f, and then switch it off once you put the bowl in.

once doubled, gently tip out the dough and begin “knocking it back”, where you’re folding it back and pushing it with the base of your palm to knock out the extra air bubbles made by the yeast. after a minute of knocking, spread the dough flat before you and sprinkle half the cheese, half the garlic, and half the chili powder over the surface. fold the dough over and finishing knocking—it might require some more muscle as there are new things incorporated now.

flatten the dough as best you can into a rough rectangle. fold the long edge furthest from you towards the middle, and then fold the edge closest to you into the middle so you have a seam and somewhat of a log shape.

carefully turn over so the seam is on the bottom. cup your hands on either side of the log and begin tucking in the ends. turn the dough about so the top is smooth and rounded. gently rock it about until you have an oval shape.

place the loaf on a baking sheet lined with either parchment or silicone matting (i prefer the silicone), then place inside a large plastic bag to proof again for 1 hour or when doubled in size. the dough is ready when it springs back slowly upon tapping the surface.

heat up your oven to 425° f / 220° c and place a roasting tray at the bottom rack. pour 1 liter of water into the tray for some steam, which will give the loaf a nice chewy crust.

with a sharp knife, score the top of the loaf (a basic bloomer has four diagonal slits about 1 centimeter deep) to help it “bloom” and steam out. lightly spritz some water over the top of the loaf, then lightly dust with a small handful of flour, followed by more cheese, garlic, and chili powder. be gentle during this step: you don’t want to knock out more air.

bake for 25 minutes, then bump the oven down to 395° f / 200° c and bake for a further 10-15 minutes. you want the loaf to sound hollow on the bottom and the cheese to be browned and melted. let cool on a wire rack, and enjoy 🙏🏻

[bluejaysandblackbats]

If There's Nothing Missing In My Life...

Fandom: DC Comics, Superfam

Summary: Newly-emancipated popstar and child actor, Conner (screen name: Lucky) navigates high school and stardom on his own.

Chapters: 1/?

Characters: Conner Kent, Lois Lane, Roxy Leech, Rex Leech, Lois Lane, Clark Kent, Hillary Chang

Additional Tags: Highschool AU, Celebrity AU, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Exploitation, References to Depression, Conner Kent Needs a Hug, Conner Luthor, Lex Luthor is Conner's Parent, Childhood Trauma, Self-Confidence Issues, Teen Angst, Angst, POV First Person, No Powers AU, Conner Kent-centric, Bisexual Conner Kent, POV Conner Kent, Protective Lex Luthor, Child Celebrity AU

Chapter One: Dear Diary

"You are gonna kill this whole high school publicity stunt thing!" Rex exclaimed while I sat on my balcony, soaking in the sun. I hadn't broken it to Rex that I'd actually enrolled in a real public high school. Rex would've blown a gasket if he knew, so I decided to wait until after my first week to tell him. "What are you gonna wear? Have you come up with a caption for the Face-sta-gram yet?"

"Please never say that again... And I haven't decided yet. I thought I'd keep it caj and wear board shorts. The weather's gonna be nice. Clear skies," I replied. Someone stood, blocking the sun, and I snatched off my sunglasses. "What gives!"

"Lucky, you've gotta take this seriously. Board shorts? Are you out of your mind? You're peddling unattainability. Any high school chump can wear board shorts on their first day. You've gotta go big or go home," Rex chastised me. I pinched the bridge of my nose.

I put my sunglasses on and tried to regain my cool. Sometimes I wished Rex would shut up and find someone else to bother, but I think I was his only client. "Can you move this lecture like three feet to the right?" I asked.

"You mean the left, right?" Rex questioned. I grinned. "Oh, so now you're a comedian?"

I chuckled and gave him the finger because he hated when I did that. The sun hit my skin as he stormed off. He finally let me be alone with my thoughts for a few minutes, and I started feeling homesick. I wanted to call my dad and talk to him, but that's what he was waiting for. He wanted me to give him a reason to think I regretted the emancipation proceedings. I didn't. I only wanted to hear his voice. He was my father, after all. It wasn't like I got emancipated because he was stealing from me or abusive. He wasn't any of that. I got emancipated because I wanted to go to public school and stay out late on the weekends. It didn't mean I didn't miss him. I teared up under my sunglasses and used my face towel to wipe my eyes, pretending I was dabbing sweat from my cheeks. I always thought he'd eventually break and take me to my first day of public school. Dad always told me it was too dangerous to go to public school. Instead, I'd be taking myself.

The sunlight and cool ocean breeze put me to sleep. Rex woke me up to get me out of the sun and bothered me about my first-day outfit. "Rex, go home. I will pick a fit so sick your grandchildren will print pictures of my student ID on t-shirts," I lied in the hopes that I'd be able to shower and work on one of my songs in peace and quiet. It worked.

I got cleaned up, sat in front of the muted tv, and screwed around on the guitar. Everyone decided pop would be my sound. I didn't have a choice because they thought I was too young to get into heavy sounds. I argued with them for weeks, but my dad said pop was safe, and I got stuck with the genre. I still wrote my own stuff when I got a moment to myself, but I never showed anyone out of fear they'd say I was a bummer. Most of it was my way of venting out all the negative emotions I felt that weren't profitable. In the words of my ex-publicist, whenever my dad wasn't around, "Depression doesn't sell." A few hours passed, and I went to my closet to pick out something for my first day to appease Rex. I picked a fitted white t-shirt and a pair of powder blue splash pattern wool trousers and sent him a picture. He was so nitpicky about everything, even though fashion wasn't really his forte. I figured he'd have Roxy look at it and give him a thumb's up or down.

Afterward, I made my lunch for school while heating up some leftover pizza in the microwave. It was quiet. Around this time, my dad would nag me about my wind-down routine. He did it with me my whole life to prepare me for bed, but I had gotten too old. I loved it when I was a kid, though. We'd say three good things and three bad things about our day, he'd give me a kiss on the forehead, and we'd sit together in silence and read for thirty minutes. He used to read to me, but he stopped doing that when I was eight. I wanted to tell him about my six things so badly I couldn't stand it, but I knew he'd say I wasn't ready to live on my own. It'd been nearly a month since we talked, and I felt like I could've been kinder, but I was dumb. I got cocky, and I said things I couldn't take back.

I turned the sound on the TV and flipped to the first celebrity gossip show I could find to see if my dad was doing anything. Instead, they were talking about me. "Is Lucky getting lucky? It's rumored that the freshly emancipated minor was spotted leaving the hottest-."

My phone rang. I knew who it was before I answered. "Have you ever heard of motels, kid?" Rex yelled at me. I put the phone on speaker and knocked my head against the back of the couch.

"That isn't true. Do you think my dad saw this?" I asked. I was mortified as I read the closed caption and saw some of the jokes they made.

"Your old man is the least of your problems! Do you know how bad this looks?" Rex questioned.

I hung up on him and called my dad. "Dad, what they're saying isn't-."

"I know. Is that all?" Dad questioned. I swallowed hard.

"Yeah," I replied. He was still mad at me, and I couldn't blame him for that, but it made my stomach feel empty in the worst way. "Oh! I forgot it's like two a.m. where you're at."

"I was awake... But be mindful that our time zones are six hours apart. Conner, what you've done or haven't done is no longer any of my business," Dad replied. That stung but not as bad as it had to sting when I told him he wasn't even my real dad.

"Right... Sorry. Well, I love you, Diddoo," I whispered to show him it was no hard feelings. Diddoo was my first word. I called him Diddoo whenever I wanted to say sorry for something stupid I'd done.

"I love you too, Conner," Dad replied before hanging up. At least I knew he still loved me. I rubbed my eyes with my palms to knead away the tears forming in my eyes. I wanted to tell him I missed him, but I couldn't. I couldn't bend for him this time. I had to be my own man, or he would always treat me like a little boy. It was always the two of us, but my emancipation alienated me in ways I never imagined. I thought I could do what I wanted and live on my own while still having my dad around, but I guess I was wrong.

"The sun... The sky... Leftover pizza," I listed, "Missing Dad... Rex got on my nerves today... More gossip." I stood up, washed my hands, and went to my room to read for a little bit. I did it every night, even after my emancipation, because I couldn't sleep without doing it. I wondered if my dad did it too.

[downrightlost]

You wanna know what sucks?

I know I’m hurting. I know I’m going through a dark time, pretty much always am, but I can’t express it or really feel it and yet I feel it immensely at the same time.

There’s a hole where something else should be and I watch people everyday and read about people all the time who found out how to fill that hole and I just…can’t.

I’ve been staring at my ceiling for like 10 min because my friends were telling me about how great Christmas was this year for them and they’re wanting to know how mine was and I just play pretend and talk about how my gram got me the snacks I wanted and today was nice even though I worked in the morning. (According to them that’s lame, but they mean well)

I can’t tell them that’s all I asked for because my budget doesn’t allow for snacks. I’m still struggling to come up with funds to get rid of the black mold in my dad’s house. (It’s sat empty for years and I moved in because I had no where else to go) My brother came home from the psych unit today after having yet another psychotic break. His schizophrenia and paranoia is the worst it’s been yet. (He’s a victim of an attempted murder) My parents are trying to figure out how to put him into a long term psych program. (He’s proving time and time again he can’t be a functioning member of society.) I barely saw my family. My sister is slowly replacing us with her boyfriend’s family because they are actually functional. (Her own words.) And my boyfriend and I are more on the outs than ever (he can’t deal with the mental health issues around every corner between me and my family) and I’m pretty sure we’re going to end up breaking up but it feels wrong to do it on the holiday so we’ve been avoiding each other (hopefully out of politeness). I have no clue.

But I can’t say that because then I’m being a Debby downer. A grinch. A Scrooge. Whatever people want to say because they want to keep up their toxic positivity or whatever. Im literally discussing my day but I guess that’s incredibly negative and toxic.

But I guess it’s cool you played games all day with your fam and got brand new stuff you’ve been dying to have for like ever and concert tickets and more clothes and can’t wait for summer to wear it all. And spent the day taking cute family photos and videos and had a huge family dinner. It’s cool to hear about how your husband’s and fiance’s went above and beyond this year and you’re so excited for what the new year is going to bring.

Must be nice.

I can’t even remember what a good holiday feels like anymore. My life is a myriad of tragedies that no one really understands and they won’t stop happening. I don’t get a break and if everyone else is also going through tragedies one after another how the fuck do they manage to fill the hole?

I actually don’t like the holidays.

I’m tired. I’m tired of feeling nothing and everything simultaneously.

I’m not bitter about it I promise. I love my friends and I’m happy for them and vice versa but they’re living a whole different reality and I don’t think they understand there is a gap.

[theuniverseawakens347]

jealous; I want what you have .. pink shirt Jamba looking like India … for me ima revolve it around my hair and BASIC necessity to live - SHELTER CLOTHES N FOOD .. I fucked my hair up YES LEE YOU DID IT BUT AGAIN YOU TAKING MY SHIT AWAY THE ONLY THING MADE ME SUBMIT .. so I take ownership ima go learn to grow it and in the midst find style THAT MAKE ME HAPPY .. oh you did faux dreads .. I don’t have money for hair but I can do yarn.. 4 days to do 2 week keep .. shit cute as fuck .. fake septum idk might do that one day but let’s get a fake one … like it here n there not everyday.. tattoos 1st one DESTOR WHAT DESTORYS YOU … it’s a lot of pain crush that shit IN EVERY FUCKING THING I DO .. it surfaces process then move on… but don’t take real estate… you got into office to change the world cause you saw the issues.. but took real estate in letting it just fester AROUND THE GLOBE. . America. .. anyways I see YOU HAVE WHAT I WANT BUT I DONT WANT YOURS INWANT IT MY WAY .. NOT TO OUT BETTER YOU BUT TO FIT WHO I TRUELY AM .. - LESSON LEARNED THANK FOR THE GIFT OF KNOWLEDGE KNOW ITS TIME FOR ME TO GO ON TO THE NEXT BUILDING BLOCK OF MY LIFE .. INDIA YA TRASHA PANT BATHING SUIT TOPMHORSE BACK RIDING TRIP .. you did all this for a nigga who not checking for you.. to say you better then whatever person they date or them being on a they lonely to grow “ WHAT CAN I DO FOR RON ATTENTION” .. let me date his favorite person friend or designer what did he like .. oh we talked dreams let ME GO DO THEM AND FLAUNT THEM ON THE GRAM.. hopefully he checking .. what you like a photo so he can slide on ya page throw a hi n bye to keep his attention but bread crumb him… ur page n body look desperate … THIS THE PART THAT ANGERS ME NC THIS THE THINKING ALL AROUND AMERICA .. CHINA … SOCIAL MEDIA .. I GOTTA CONQUER YOU LIFE BY DOING IT BUT MY WAY BUT YOU CLEARLY THE ONE I WANT TO BE LIKE BUT KILL YOU .. and say I’m inspired … rihan why India get ya hand tattoo - “ I love fashion ( sexy baby voice on camera interview) I WANA be bigger than Rihanna” - goes n gets her hand tattoo same hand but “ ur own design” … RIHANA TIBETAN TRIBAL MARKINGS OF HER CULTURE OR WHAT SHE BELIEVES IN.. chest piece ya grandma .. India… you just a Jessika prankster .. I’m doing it cause you did it… meaning yo friends doing dumb ass shit for money you gon go the extra mile AND NOT TELL EM but rub it in they face n when they ask LEAVE OUT BIG DETAILS - Evelyn maze rages taking to Brian pumper but telling me each detail along the way when I’m already in the car and away from my shit “ oh just a party w celebrity ins” - cool maybe I can network… but this a porn star.. but celebrities all mesh ( my inner thoughts) but the bitch knew it was a set up to get slutted out- oh she did that with me I wonder what happens if we go to Stacy dash son spot cause we too deep in the valley from cash car and THE ONLY ONE W A PHONE IS EVELYN .. also I call my parents .. what are you doing to do bitch me out BC YOU SEE WHAT YOU SEE BUT YOU ALREADY THINK IMA FULL LIAR SO THERES NO REAL TRUST THERE TO BEGIN W … you WANA label me a loose villain bc I didn’t do something one time ur way - NATEANA and I tattoo go to the mall and meet up w some boys… but Lee planned it behind the SCENSE … like you want me to be a bad kid.. but I’m not HITTING THE MARKER IN FULL FOR YOU - but NATEANA is let’s put her in the crime sextour.. but keep her close to cashay Aja bc I’m hoping cashay gives me a reason to kick her out the house bc I don’t WANA be her mom anymore .. - we don’t like each other but she’s a good child been thru shit Howard John garlington

[zandiesky]

Dawson's Creek Thoughts

These are my thoughts on Dawson's Creek as I watch episode by episode, as they come to me. So they may not be linear thoughts, or seriously edited or what have you. I'm basically just vibin'. Welcome.

:)

Pilot  (S1E1):

Dawson irritates me like that dude in The Magicians. They have the same speech pattern. And tone. It’s weird. But on the plus side, and part of the main reason, PACEY. And then why are they running into the room to see Dawson’s parents doing it, well, making out all hot & heavy? Sex seems to be a thing they hammer in rn. Also, Pacey likes older women. There’s a lot to look into with him. 

I do wonder why Dawson rejects reality. We see it when the show opens and Joey talks about the fact that she's not comfortable staying over anymore because they’re growing up and stuff and, he just tells her to ignore it. Joey does lie about not having feelings for him, but still. 

I don’t remember how/why his relationships end in the series. It’s crazy that I want to see him hurt. I don’t even feel bad about that I just want to see what that will do to his personality. 

Dawson really does seem to have an issue with the whole sex thing. The show itself seems to be putting sex out there in a strange way. 

Joey fascinates me, but she’s whiny. I want to forgive things based on age. Funny cuz she tells Dawson to stop living in the movies and to “grow up” and I guess she’s mature in some ways and immature in others. As we all are. Joey being jealous is hilarious. 

Jen is cool. I like her. I remember her relationship with Grams changes, but I don’t remember why.

I really don’t like this English teacher. She irks me so. I mean, I get it, but still. Yikes! 

I do think that as life unfolds, the way Dawson reacts to it changes. We shall see. 

[ahopkins1965]

Online Scamming has been going on since 1974. This is when a lot of people had started using Western Union and Money gram to send money. One of the scammers had the nerve to call my mother on February 27, 2010 requesting for money. My family members have been cussing them out because they already know that; they have brought me a whole lot of distress. Whenever a hacker or scammers call you on the telephone, it means that you have made an agreement to do something for them.

The computer hackers and scammers started calling me because I thought that I was going to get married to someone overseas. They used the pictures of women who were living in the United States as a cover. The women’s profiles provide a shield for each hacker and scammer to converse with men and women online. Another thing that a person can do is provide a password so that both of you can remember whenever you are online with each other. I had voluntary gave my information out to the scammers and computer hackers because at first, I thought I was talking to someone from the United States.

I thought I was talking to someone from the United States when it turned out to be a legitimate scam. I was set up from the very beginning. Whenever anyone is talking to a scammer or a computer hacker, always look out for words or phrases such as “I am cool!” and you. This means that you are talking to a scammer. Whenever you are talking to a female scammer or computer hacker, they always use the word love a whole lot. This is a clue!!! This means that you are talking to a computer hacker and scammer. Always keep your information from Western Union and Money gram. Whenever you receive a phone call from a computer hacker or scammer, it is always an unavailable phone number or private phone call.

The numbers themselves are impossible to trace. Always remember that whenever you are communication with a scammer or a computer hacker, always check the information at its entirety. Always thoroughly check and see how long the person remained online. If I would have known what I know right now, I would have kept my job at the University of North Carolina at Charlotte, and I would not have been evicted out of my apartments and rooming houses. I would have paid a whole lot of attention to the clues online; such as “My mother and father live overseas in Africa.” Another phrase to pay attention to is my mummy or daddy needs money. They always misspell a lot of words. This means that you are talking to a computer hacker.

Computer Hackers and Scammers always use profiles of people who have a lot of friends or who are extremely attractive. They prefer women to be wearing their underwear and short shorts. All computer hackers and scammers prefer women’s profiles. They use chat rooms a whole lot as well as instant messenger from Yahoo and Black planet as well as Face Book. It is always best to pay attention to all of the words and sentences that really do not make sense. If a person does not use proper grammar and too much short sentences, then you are talking to a computer hacker. Always tell your friends online to start using proper English. Tell them that you have been hacked before and all of this hmu complicates things. Tell your friends to spell it out. Please be perfectly careful and never give your personal information out to anyone.

[malevolententity]

WELCOME TO THE ANTI PROJECT UPDATE

decided on giving myself a little treat these past few days and watched episode 9 while frogging this blanket i was fortunate enough to be gifted like fourth hand! i have some ideas on what i may do with this yarn but nothing is set in stone. the colors are lovely but hated the blanket so. harvest. its was for harvesting.

also i hate frogging other peoples work. i hate how other people weave in their ends it is bad and awful and means i have to cut their work atleast twice per color to reball it and join it. the first few colors i did i had to cut like 5 times? and by the time i got to the final 3 i figured out how to only cut it twice and the last color i only had to cut once. but my god. hated unraveling and m so glad i gave myself the treat of episode 9 while doing this because it did take like 4 hours. especially with how much pausing i had to do to look at Just the work trying to frog it backwards at some points i just. i only got to watch 3 hours of aop since thats all i had left of the episode. HOWEVER! the timing worked out that when i was at the end of the last color it was the end of the episode as most of my pausing was in the very beginning.

be hold. a very angry photo at the blanket when i stopped the other day from frogging to give myself a rest. other crocheters should not be allowed to knot all their ends into normal stitches making it seemingly impossible to unravel their work. it is not a crime to have ur work be recycled by someone else >:I

SEASON THOUGHTS SO FAR

dudes what a fucking episode. i love getting to see more of the town and trying to figure out what the fuck is up. i am with the cast atm that the crystals healing you IS probably like the goo in the haunteds place that "heals" you but actually drains sanity. i am genuinely curious to see what happens to thaigo once they leave the town if his hearing goes away or if he stays repaired. m genuinely so curious to see how thats handled. i also. can not fucking believe. they were all told that fire bad. and thaigo then went 'cool so heres fire' bestie. what did you think was gonna happen? what the fuck was going thru ur brain.

ALSO HELLO DID THE MIST AND THE MAZE KILL THE HELPER??? HOW THE FUCK??? WAS HE WITH THEM AT THE FARM DURING COMBAT. WALK TO THE BLACKSMITHS. AND THEN WHEN THE DOOR OPENED HE WAS FOUND DEAD INSIDE. I WANNA KNOW WHAT THE MAZE WHISPER WAS SOOOO BAD WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO THE HELPER AND FELPS. WHAT DID HE DO TO MY LIL GUY HE WAS SO CUTE. justice for the helper. i got him for an episode and i want him back. if he doesnt come back ill be so sad even tho i knoooow he was clearly an npc that cell went "hey felps youd have fun as this limited time guy. come be a little guy for 3 hours" but like. i want justice for him he was so cute. bring him back to me.

NEXT PROJECT

i think i have my next project picked this blanket actually had all the yarn i needed sans 1 color! but m planning on this being a mock of the pattern to see if i can actually make it before going and buying the actual colors and weight that i want to do it in. so i might start that project sometime this week! m v v excited to see how much of the mock i can get done with this recycled yarn since i have No Idea how much of it i have. as i am. too lazy to figure out aprox how much yarn i have with math. i could figure out the grams/ounces and do worsted oz into yards but. no<3 self care<3 fuck it we ball<3 i have as much as i have and hope its enough<3 and if not oh well<3 its a mock so it Can get weird with the color switching if i need too<3

it also just. simply would not matter if i figured it out because my pattern doesnt tell me ANYTHING about how much yarn is needed for any colors it literally just says "lot of X colors and small amount of X colors" which is infuriating but. i guess thats just 2009 amigurumi blogspot patterns for ya

[swagmother]

Ok ANOTHER multi movie review post, these ones are pretty recent watches, spoilers ahead for uhhhh :

Beau is Afraid: this one was a super great time, feels like it drags a little towards the woods/play part of the film but otherwise loved every second of this. It was sad, anxiety inducing, disturbing but also extremely funny near constantly. I’d say the highlights for me are the entire first 30-40 minutes, and the sex scene towards the end was spectacular. I loved hereditary, thought midsomar was just ok, but if beau is any indication for future ari aster movies, i am excited!!! Would love to watch this again …. One day

Terrifier 2: I had been meaning to watch this one for a while, I thought hallows Eve was forgettable, Terrifier was ok with the gore being pretty cool, and I had heard good things about the sequel. Particularly “someone threw up at the theater” which you don’t hear much these days!! So it was quite unfortunate when I happened to have taken a gram of mushrooms and was outvoted by others when it came to picking the movie but I didn’t want to miss out so…. It was pretty alright? It’s hard to give a 100% accurate assessment because of my state at the time, but this was definitely a step up from the initial Terrifier, and certainly contained the absolute worst and disgusting scenes I have ever watched in my life! I genuinely thought I may maybe possibly throw up or remove myself from the room if it continued, but anyway, I liked what they did with this movie. It was at times quite funny, had a tendency to drag intermittently, very very difficult to watch sometimes but mostly the scalping scene in particular, cool gore effects! I look forward to Terrifier 3 and I would never recommend this movie to anyone

Incantation: ok this one I actually didn’t watch in it’s entirety so take this with a grain of salt as opposed to all my other thoughts which you should take with 500 pounds of salt. Incantation is just an alright movie. I thought they did some pretty cool 4th wall breaking twisty wisties, but unfortunately I am not a fan of found footage horror where some ghost lady is just standing in some corner facing away from the camera and then it’s like AHHHH I’M LUNGING AT YOU EXTREMELY FAST AND LOUDLY AND I LOOK REALLY UGLY if you do like things like that then you’re gonna have a blast….. god speed

Days of Heaven: this one has been on my list for a while ever since I had seen some screen caps from the film which looked absolutely gorgeous. I don’t have too much to say about the movie but I did like it quite a bit. It’s impossible not to be enchanted by the plethora of breathtaking landscape shots taken during golden hour and dusk, I really enjoyed the latter half of the movie and the occasional narration by a 1916 child with a Chicago accent which sounds funny …. But she has many interesting things to say and ways of framing events granted uhhh murder and romance and stuff occurring! Anyway , I think if you like beautiful looking movies, you should watch this…

Eraserhead: eraserhead is about a super charismatic guy with cool hair and many prized possessions on his shelf/dresser who goes to his epic girlfriends parents house to discover they have been blessed with a beautiful baby boy. Cool hair guy loves and cares for this child so much that he has a really long nightmare and then wakes up and becomes the movie title. If you have never seen eraserhead I feel obligated to tell you that most of what I just wrote was a lie, Eraserhead was an ok movie, sometimes I thought there were some very cool things going on, other times I was extremely bored! I plan to watch more David Lunch movies, and I hope to like them more than eraserhead

Spiderman across the spiderverse: sorry to any dorks who may care, but this is not epic masterpiece…. It was pretty great though! I actually have a lot of thoughts about this, many you may have heard already so I’m gonna try and keep this as brief as possible for me. Super super amazing animation, some of the best I’ve ever seen, some very very very minuscule moments where the animation looked REALLY bad though lmao but I guess it could be subjective. Audio mixing was kinda eh, it was funny but not as much as the first. I really liked the spot, disappointing he wasn’t as present in the latter half, and his sudden pivot from basically comic relief to very very serious villain was eh, despite the self aware “villain of the week” jokes. The main conflict with Miguel felt a little forced imo, I do not buy that out of the thousands and thousands of spiderpeople present, that all of them would willingly follow Miguel on this and not at least HALF would immediately jump to Miles side, like that’s genuinely boggling to me! Also, the whole cast of spider people in first movie literally ACKNOWLEDGE Mile’s grief for his uncle and are like “for me it was my uncle ben” etc, so wtf are they now like “uhhh don’t remember that you actually haven’t experienced your important person dying moment!” I have more thoughts on it but i don’t wanna ramble too long, I’ll just say I kinda feel like that whole conflict is a mess that very quickly seems very silly if you think about it for more than 5 seconds. I wish we got some more uhhh Hobbie and he wasn’t so passive with the Miguel conflict…. I liked the twist of sorts at the end andddd that was a lot of criticism but I really liked it, would recommend, and would love to watch it again soon which I can’t say the same about many other movies I watch!

Thus ends movie review…. Next one will only be movies from the 60s-90s……….. yay!!!!!!

[twosides--samecoin]

Yeah it's two sleeves missing on opposite arms + a scarf. It gets weirder!

In 4K textures, the twill weave fabric of his pants reads almost like denim or corduroy as opposed to, like, a cotton or linen. Army fatigues are normally cotton or poly/cotton. Not my dad's army fatigues but fine whatever. This gets weirder when you notice the same fabric texture implication is happening on both the sleeve and scarf

Ok fine I bet there's nothing else weird. Oh, no. See that strap? The one that should hold up this bag in cooperation with the straps around his thigh? Cool now you can't unsee it. Yes, it disappears into nothingness. This is not a glitch, nor modded; the basegame RJ outfit is just LIKE that

Hey you wanna see something even WEIRDER? COOL LET'S TAKE THE OUTFIT APART SO YOU HAVE TO BE BURDENED WITH THE SAME KNOWLEDGE I AM

SIR- I- OKAY- EXCUSE ME

TWO STRAPS, 17 BULLETS, NO HORIZONTAL SUPPORT

TECHNICALLY WE CAN SAY "OK GOOGLE SAYS .308s ARE AROUND 12.7 GRAMS SO THAT MEANS THIS IS 215.9 GRAMS. OK THAT'S ALMOST A HALF POUND OF BRASS ON HIS LEG THAT'S WHATEVER BUT

SLIGHT PROBLEM: WHAT BULLETS ARE THOSE BECAUSE .308 ROUNDS ARE MUCH SMALLER THAN THIS AND WHATEVER'S GOING ON HERE IS LIKE A WEIRD BLOWN UP VERSION OF THOSE?? OR A WHOLE DIFFERENT CALIBER OF BULLET HE DOESN'T EVEN USE? THIS IMPLIES WAY MORE THAN A HALF POUND OF BRASS AND IF SO IS THE IMPLICATION SUPPOSED TO BE THAT THE STRAPS ARE BUILT INTO THE PANTS? BECAUSE WHERE ARE THE BUCKLES?? TODD HOWARD YOU COWARD PLEASE RETURN MY CALLS i'M-

BONUS ROUND: ARE YOU THERE TODD IT'S ME, TUMBLR USER TWOSIDES--SAMECOIN. PRAY TELL WHAT TEXTURE DID YOU USE ON THE AMMO BAG. YOU FOLLOWED THE FIRST ROUGH SURFACE TEXTURE BLENDER TUTORIAL YOU FOUND ON GOOGLE? OK

Wait. So it's a scarf and a long sleeved shirt AND a white undershirt under the tan jacket? Is he wearing two layers that are missing opposite arms? @__@

MacCready, I'm going to need a GRWM video or something what are these layers lol