#so even though it's perfectly functional they have to buy a new one

[invisiblefoxfire]

How to transfer your 2FA accounts on your authenticator app from your old phone to your shiny new phone:

Open the Authenticator app on your old phone.

Open the settings.

Select "transfer to another device" to generate a QR code which you can scan on your new phone and instantly transfer everything over.

Oh, that option isn't there.

Apparently this is an outdated version of the app.

Head to the Play store to update.

Update is not compatible with this device.

Ah, this phone is too old. Cool. Cool, cool, cool, cool.

Back to the settings menu.

Find the toggle that says "back up accounts to the cloud" and hit it.

This will open the Play store to download the LastPass app, and when you make an account on it, you can transfer your info there.

App is not compatible with this device.

Cry.

Disable 2FA on each of the dozen or so accounts you have across various services, re-enable it, and go through the tedious process of confirming each account via text messages and emails.

Actually, screw step 14. Just leave it on the old phone for now and deal with it later.

It's as simple as that! 👍

#i fucking hate smartphones #when did the world collectively decide everyone had to have a tiny expensive shitty pocket computer #and if they don't have one they can't participate in society #and if it's more than a year or so old nothing will work on it anymore #so even though it's perfectly functional they have to buy a new one #how did we allow this to fucking happen #smartphones #android

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Okay Gramps - Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: Chris isn’t happy his iPhone 6s finally died

Word count: 663

Warnings: Fluff! Implied Age Gap! Pregnancy! Teasing!

Masterlist

You and Chris didn’t often fight and if you did it was generally over something minor, like leaving the toilet seat up, or not putting clothes in the hamper.

However the most reoccurring argument was over his phone that was so old that it functioned more as a metal brick than an actual phone. You had begged him for years to update it, saying it was not worth the nightly battle just to get it to charge, or the poor battery life.

However he just took it to the nearest Apple store to get it repaired. That process repeating until the Apple store refused to repair it because they didn’t have parts anymore because it was that old.

You were certain he’d spent more on getting it repaired than it would cost to just buy a new phone.

You finally won the battle though when you got pregnant and with your due date only getting closer you told him it was not safe for him to be unreachable because his phone’s charge wouldn’t last an hour. The last thing you wanted while going into labour was calling all his friends and family trying to track him down.

However he was probably the only person on earth that wasn’t excited to get a new phone.

“I don’t like the lack of buttons” he huffs as he looks at his new iPhone 13.

“It makes it sleeker and gives you a bigger screen” you point out.

“I guess but I don’t really like the face scan thing either, doesn’t seem safe” he mumbles as he goes through the setting up process.

You roll your eyes at him “they have privacy systems in place, and you were perfectly fine with them having your fingerprint” you point out nodding to his old phone.

“Yeah but what if hackers can access it, they have our faces on file, they could make fake identities” Chris argues shaking his head.

“Oh boy just you wait until you find out about driver’s licenses and all that” you say sarcastically, running your hand over your bump, feeling the baby kick your hand “see even the baby thinks you’re being ridiculous”

Chris rolls his eyes letting out a small huff of a laugh. But still lets out a long sigh as he frowns down at his new phone.

You reach out taking his hand in yours squeezing it reassuringly “look I know you hate tech and thinks its all over complicated nowadays, and i’ll be honest I agree with you to a certain extent” you tell him getting him to look over at you “but you’ll get used to the new phone just like you did with your old one all those centuries ago” you add with a smirk.

Chris finally lets out a good laugh at that, smiling over at you “yeah you’re right, and I have to remind myself its for this one here” he sighs reaching over to rest his large hand over your bump.

“Exactly and think of all the cute non grainy photos you’ll take” you smile watching at his smile grows wider.

“Yeah I can’t wait” he grins leaning over to kiss you.

Just like you said it didn’t take long for Chris to get used to his new phone, he was almost like an excited kid once he found out all the cool features. Often running over to you to show you the adorable photo he’d just taken of Dodger.

“Look how clear it is! You can see every detail! And his eyes!” Chris exclaims as he shows you the most recent photo he took of dodger.

“See tech isn’t so scary after-all” you smirk kissing him on the cheek.

“I never said I was scared of it” Chris huffs rolling his eyes at you.

“Okay gramps” you laugh.

Chris arches a brow at you shaking his head “you’re lucky I love you” he says as he kisses your cheek.

“I love you too” you laugh

-💙📱💙-

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#niamhwrites #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans x y/n #chris evans fanfic #chris evans fan fiction

[39oa]

Roope/Robo for the ship ask

A MOST BELOVED DOCUMENT. (sry anon for this insane reply pls feel free to stop reading after this first paragraph ahlsdfkh) basically 2124 are my favorite stars ship even though it's generally difficult to articulate what makes them so intriguing, but i also think that That in itself is why i enjoy them so much haha. imo the more subtle and unsurfaced and laborious to construct narratives for the better!

i spend possibly too much time contemplating robo's character and i know that we (or i guess i...) often talk about his Just A Guyisms, which i do believe are an effective assessment of his general demeanor but alsoooo 2124 is just so rifeeee with introspective potential that it krills me every single time i think about it. as @kitnita perfectly put it in this post getting to "work backwards from pre-existing intimacy" is what makes them so much fun, because they have arguably nothing that connects them off-ice and yet demonstrate an almost automatic complementary style on-ice. and the fact is that unlike pavs and robo who play within a similarly restrictive framework, the entire ethos of how 2124 play together is that roope's strengths lie in the negative space of robo's, and it's not so much just the inherent beauty of Your Line Is The Only One I've Ever Known (places hand on chest. this is of course a large part of it as well!) but really actionably that robo plays in such a tactical fashion that allows him to effectively activate roope's motor. and i think roope is the kind of guy who sees that and is like... This is what binds us together 4 life. and it's really like... the ultimate marriage of skillsets which is also what makes the way they eschew any journalistic effusiveness (esp roop although obviously part of that is language-barrier related) so fascinating. like top line hold themselves to an extremely high standard and i think robo is extremeelyyyy aware of the weight of his responsibility as a goal scorer, but they're also both reticent about overcommunicating the importance of their "chemistry" to the media and i feel like that makes it... even more delicious???

i don't know if any of this makes sense but tl;dr To Me the ultimate romance is when two people play beautiful hockey together :) and in my head i also like to live in a world where that's roope's biggest philosophy as well. like roope talks about his connectivity to the home crowd and how he feeds off that energy and although it's not like... necessarily evident, i love characterizing 2124 as basically: despite roope being the most complete player on the team and appearing more mysterious or withdrawn compared to robo's pr capabilities, robo is very much the one who hyperfocuses on singular, self-reflective assessments while roope is more inclined to contemplate his chemistry with robo. and i love seeing it as the Roope_Confessional being "i know that I Don't Need You to play good hockey but it's always better when you're here so why would i want to change any of that?" whereas idk whether robo is prone to the same sentimentalism. and that's what makes them fascinatingggg! like all these weird little unexpected nuanced reversals to Roope being obviously the "cooler" and fashionable one, but also frankly the sort of cringe diehard loyalist "soulbonded to the spirit of the aac" guy whose greatest joy is Buying Miro New Clothes, who cares in very bleeding-heart understated ways etc. all of that really lends dimension to their dynamic despite robo being seen as the antithesis to pretty much all his interests.

i also find their cultural context quite interesting but maybe that's for another day because this is already a ridiculous post.... but briefly something that really informs a lot of their dynamic both in practice and in fic is obviously the existence of finnmaf and roope and miro functioning as the heartbeat of it, and we have moments of robo facetiously referencing them and essentially picking up Spare Euros (aka swedes aka petey and nils) on the side and existing on the outskirts of their friendship. and robo is someone who's moved around a lot and has a pretty varied background and he's talked about how he didn't really recognize the weight of that until he became a public figure and grew into the responsibility of his professional role, and that shows a lot in how he carries himself and interacts with media. and with roope being an "unknown" quantity in some aspects with the language barrier and being from finland i loooveeee any potential fic/narrative that kind of peels back all those little cultural layers or even flips their situations (e.g. post-retirement fic set in finland, soulbonding with the ability to speak/understand finnish—but also Not Understanding and finding comfort in that is part of the appeal so there are a lot of places to take this... etc. etc.). 

i will stop here but beloved ao3 user murkya truly does a wonderful job of capturing them and probably in a more entertaining and digestible manner than anything i said here does :') 

#ship stuff / #a

[terrence-silver]

Terry in different eras reacting to a call saying Beloved is in hospital after some sort of accident..

---

― Twig would undoubtedly still be reeling from the PTSD he brought home from Vietnam; those wounds are fresh and they're very, very new. Raw, in a sense. They're baggage he hasn't yet learned to entirely manage. So, really, I imagine that when he's faced with accidents, the concept of mortality itself, uncontrollable events or any harm in any shape way or form befalling those he loves or believes are his, he feels instantly responsible. Instantly like some sort of passive observer who is too weak to help them or change outcomes for the better, just like he was in the war, the way he'd see it. Like he's directly to blame, same as usual, because he might feel he's to blame for everyone meeting an ultimately bad ending, almost like he's cursed and innately carries death with him and everything he touches turns to dust. Getting a call that beloved was in an accident? Twig is prone to having a panic attack even while he listens to the details of the mishap. Freezing up, shaking, pushing his teeth together, dissociating, not blinking and holding back tears because he doesn't want to be as weak as to ever cry again --- but he's scared. He's scared beyond belief even though he tries to be strong to compensate for all the times he's freaked out during combat, convinced he should do better now. Tries to be the strong man he's convinced beloved will need. He might have a belief he's brought misfortune back from the war he tried to put behind him but that it followed him regardless with the intention of consuming everyone and everything around him like a virus. Heck, the accident beloved got into doesn't even have to be that serious. In fact, it can be entirely mediocre and preventable and yet the trigger Twig suffers is still enough to overblow the situation until he's convinced everyone would've been infinitely happier and safer if he simply died in Vietnam like should've.

― Terry in the 80's is perfectly okay with blaming the whole world for what happened to beloved; the bystanders are to blame. The infrastructure's to blame. The people involved are to blame (and will be promptly sued). The people who helped on sight are to blame (because they perhaps, didn't do enough, even though he's prone to rewarding them because 'nothing's for free', is it?) and the people who didn't help, oh, they're certainly to blame, and revenge towards them will be swift in due time. Each and every one of them. For all we know, the smog around LA was to blame that day. But, suffice to say, everyone and everything's at fault and never beloved. No, Terry's undoubtedly there, arguing in stride over the phone with whatever coveted, private doctor and team of assistants he has specially and expeditiously flown in, ensuring beloved gets the best medical care money can buy, because Terry can't function unless everything's under his strict scrutiny and control, pulling all the strings to what he feels is the best outcome --- his outcome. Man would personally perform surgeries, if he could, because he's convinced he'd hold that scalpel with more skill and precision than a trained professional. He is manic, but he's effective. He multitasks. Probably spends the whole time during beloved's emergency crisis and recovery already concocting plans on who to retaliate against and who to reward. Several people get sued. Several people find themselves endowed with mysteriously written out six figure cheques as consideration. Several people are threatened. Some are fired. Bribes happen. The streets around the private clinic beloved's in get shut down for traffic and all other patients and Terry hasn't slept in days. Probably hasn't blinked in days either. Functions on cocaine and the firm belief that if he simply forbids beloved from dying, it'll come true through sheer discipline and willpower.

― We do realize old man Terry is fully prepared to die if beloved dies, right? If something bad and unprecedented happens to them? Something all the money in the world can't change? Like, the minute he's alerted of an accident happening and it escalating into an operation room, a hospital, some high-end clinic, a comatose state or anywhere with a serious risk factor involved, in the back of his mind, he's ready for it. He's ready to die the minute --- no, the second beloved dies. He's ready to follow them and be with them wherever they go. He's ready to take authority of it; end himself on his own terms, on his own accord and be in control of when and how it happens. He might be in one of the closed waiting halls of the private facility, locking the door, all personnel barred from disturbing Mr. Silver while he's there producing one of his swords he brought or called over in a discreet case, suited up to the nines like someone almost expecting an upcoming funeral soon. Perhaps, bringing along a ritualistic dagger fitting for the occasion. A Wakizashi from his vast collection of weapons, specially intended for Seppuku. He ponders it, maybe over a glass of wine he orders over, thinking how he always figured he'd die in the war decades ago, like it was intended he did. On the battlefield, yes. But, dying for love? He never considered that until now. But, he sees no reason to continue going if the love he met so late in life is ironically taken from him so quickly. It's bullshit. He wants to follow beloved and he intends to, so really, this whole situation? It is a big and dangerous waiting game for Terry Silver at this age, and if anything, he should be on suicide watch if anyone, for all his austere privacy around the matter, knew any better. He could be there for hours, days, pretty much just standing by in limbo, waiting for further updates so he could proceed with the right course of action. And never doubt he's ready to take it to the extremes if he's faced with an extreme result. Man would die for love.

#terry silver #terry silver twig #twig terry silver #80's terry silver #old man terry #tw; hospitalization #tw; accidents #tw; fatal outcomes #tw; death #tw; suicide #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved

[always-hetalian]

Hetalia Characters and How Their Phones Would Look Like

Hey everyone, I've been pretty busy these days, but this post has been on my mind for a while. I know it's a bit different from my usual shitposts, so if you don't like this kind of posts please tell me so I know whether I should post my headcanons and stuff too. Anyway

🇮🇹; He probably has a beautiful scenery as the background. Not very neat, but it's not broken at least and he buys a new one every 3 years. Mostly uses Instagram and Pinterest. Stuffs all his money, cards and literally anything he can in his case.

🇩🇪; No custom background, but has a huge calendar widget covering most of his screen. Probably organised his apps by slides/pages. Spends 3h daily on Gmail

🇯🇵; Similar to Ludwig, but he kind of had his own aesthetic. For example he has a customized case and a lanyard. Organised everything in different folders by colour, and might also use a custom theme asw

🇺🇸; Food stain covered screen. Cracks all over. Sound is always on max. Background of the USA flag. He downloaded more than 50 games and barely has any storage left. This man is a mess.

🇬🇧; He strikes me as one of those people that use those cases that open and close and look like purses. Similarly to Kiku, he probably tried to customize everything else, though didn't really succeed and nothing really blends together. Has 16h daily on Twitter arguing with old ladies

🇫🇷; Oh he TOTALLY has some expensive ahh model he loves to flex. Dark red case, perfectly neat screen with not a single crack. Either has a picture of the Eiffel Tower or a floptok meme as his background, there's no inbetween. Has an unhealthy Spotify addiction

🇷🇺; Has an ancient model from like 2015 that can barely function. Claims it's good enough since it does its job. Has passwords on most of his apps, even if he doesn't have anything to hide he likes his privacy. Somehow his phone can survive everything; people have seen it fall down windows, get thrown in water AND fire, even get run over by vehicles but it somehow never breaks.

🇨🇳; Probably has a family picture as the background. He mostly uses it to look up recipes, but he does like to keep it organised as well. Has like eight hundred contacts, half of which are people he doesn't even remember. His favourite hobby after a long tiring world meeting is commenting boomer crap on Facebook posts.

🇨🇦; Nothing too unique. Not too neat, not too messy. He barely has any storage left because of all the games and movies Alfred downloads in it when his own phone is charging. He spent wayy too much time organising his Pinterest boards, and then like an hour later Alfred deleted Pinterest to download Blockcraft 3D or some shit

#i had this in my drafts for months because i couldn't come up w anything for mattie ong #he's my favourite character but he's lowkey boring ngl #hetalia #hws italy #hws germany #hws japan #hws america #hws canada #hws england #hws russia #hws china #hws france

[shycoffeeland]

TONY STARK HEADCANON LIST

This includes: mental illness mentions (ptsd, depression, anxiety and their associated side effects)

Doesn't fall asleep until 3AM on a good day, has accidentally made himself slightly nocturnal.

Is on citalopram and hates it, but it's kept a lot of his anxiety at bay.

Forgets he shouldn't drink on his medication, and finds himself in spirals only to be reminded by his AIs once he's already starting to panic about it

He shows people he appreciates them by buying them things. Has no problem blowing three grand on the fly for a lunch at an insane elite restaurant purely just to say thank you to you.

Always has a headache and is always a bit dizzy.

It's rare, but it's a known thing amongst his close friends that he faints. He can't tell if it's an underlying physical issue, stress manifesting, or just exhaustion.

Gets chest pains every so often and always thinks "this is it. I'm dead." (The arc reactor is functioning perfectly fine)

Literally hates most people he interacts with and does very little to hide the fact he doesn't really care

ADHD. THE ADHD ON THIS MAN.

He has combined type and got diagnosed at 21, despite how early he graduated both college and high-school, he only ever saw doctors after his parents died.

Hyperfixates so intensely on making new tech for himself, to the point that if he feels he's almost got it, he won't leave his desk for hours and hours. Pepper has to literally pull him away to make him eat.

Doesn't 100% have a grasp on who he really is.

Had a Ton of weird phases as a kid

Very particular about what coffee he drinks, as he doesn't have real adhd meds; because they have heart-related side effects he doesn't want to risk.

Hates how everything feels when he's trying to sleep. He hates how quiet everything is, how dark and how much can happen with his guard down.

Blames himself for a lot but takes it out on other people.

His memory is insane. He'll remember just about anything you tell him. Random anecdote from when you were a kid and that's why you love going to the zoo? Guess what, you're going at the weekend. At the same time though, he often gets details badly misaligned because of how fast his head goes. (Strawberries in iron man 2)

His social medias are so entertaining and well put together, but his twitter is managed for him, and everyone clocked the difference between them instantly, so it's now an inside joke in-universe and there's tons of memes about it.

Pays for random kids college fees and gets them jobs at Stark.

Out of guilt, he set up an organisation that looks after people with severe ptsd and destroyed homes from avengers-related incidents.

Wears bleu de chanel

Keeps tabs on his loved ones when he can. He gets worried really fast.

Can't regulate tone and often ends up being incredibly offensive without even realising it

Doesn't do his own groceries and rarely cooks, but looks like an excited kid on Christmas when the kitchen gets restocked by an assistant

Had a masters degree before he had his drivers license

Gets very uncomfortable in deep conversations, but bites his tongue and listens when it's serious. He only really listens if he's close with who he's talking with though.

Goes for walks when he can't sleep or has a nightmare.

Has kneejerk reactions to loud noises, even if it's just a tray falling off a shelf and clashing on the floor, he's ready to fight and takes forever to calm down

Is horrible at dancing

Is amazing at guitar, and knows how to play all his favourite rock classics.

#tony stark #iron man #tony stark headcanon #headcanons #iron man headcanons #marvel #mcu

[leiawritesstories]

blood-soaked gown

*clears throat nervously* Welcome to this You're On Your Own, Kid-inspired oneshot! (@house-of-galathynius it's angst monster playtime)

word count: 2.5k

warnings: language, Arobynn, business talk, drunkenness, violence, blood, miscarriage, angst

enjoy (?)

I looked around in a blood-soaked gown

And I saw something they can't take away

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Remind me why exactly we're here again?" Aelin Whitethorn Galathynius whispered into her husband's ear, slipping him a covert little wink.

Rowan's lips twitched with the effort of keeping his polite expression in place. "The usual--workplace expectation, family expectation, you know the drill."

"Ah, the perils of being born into a disgustingly rich family," Aelin murmured, squeezing his arm. "First chance I get, though..."

"I'll be right beside you," her husband promised. "Gods, I might hate these damn parties worse than you."

She chuckled. "That's because you weren't brought up to schmooze, Ro."

"Poor me," he whispered, his voice dropping low. "Having to sip drinks and serve as arm candy for my gorgeous wife all night long."

"You've got a few more uses than that," she teased, winking.

His smirk set fire to the embers pooled low in her belly. "Allow me to show you just that, my love."

"After the dinner, buzzard," she reminded him, giggling softly at his frustrated grumble.

"Fine," he conceded. "But if this thing drags on...we're leaving."

Aelin grinned. "I'll make my excuses." Smoothing one hand down the fine, lustrous silk of her formal gown, the deep pine hue perfectly paired with her husband's eyes, she redirected Rowan over towards the beckoning circle of her parents and a few of their business associates.

"Aelin!" Evalin exclaimed warmly, welcoming her daughter into the cluster of elegantly dressed, fabulously rich business aficionados. "You look stunning, my dear."

"Thank you," Aelin smiled, painting a charming smile across her face despite the faint nausea lingering in the back of her throat and pit of her stomach.

Probably because Arobynn Hamel was there.

A longtime business associate of her parents', Arobynn had long been known to have near-infinite wealth and almost as much affinity for eyeing young women. Aelin had first been introduced to the red-haired man at a gala she'd attended with her parents when she was fifteen. She'd immediately internally recoiled from his oily leer and the way his hand lingered on hers a little too long. And each time she came to a business function, she grew a little more disgusted by the man.

But his apparently endless wealth was well tied into Ashryver-Galathynius Realty, so she gave Arobynn Hamel the same cool, professionally detached treatment she gave to every other business partner and client with whom she met.

"Congratulations, Ms. Galathynius," Arobynn purred, tipping his whiskey glass at her. Aelin's blood froze solid for a moment, until he continued. "Closing that deal with the Cortlands is a remarkable achievement."

Right. The Cortland deal. Aelin inclined her head, smiling modestly. "Well, after enough time, even the Cortlands realized how much of an asset to their business it would be to partner with us."

The Cortlands were an old-money family who'd long been established in the banking business, and they had been Aelin's clients for several months as they looked into purchasing a new property in the sleek new business district in South Orynth. The only catch? They had been trying their very best to swindle one of the company's associates into buying the property for a ridiculously low price, until Aelin stepped in and told Sam Cortland in very few words where he and his dynasty could shove their offer.

Nearly seven months after the Cortlands had approached AG Realty, Aelin had closed a deal on the property, shaking hands with Sam and restraining her triumphant smirk to a pleased smile. That had been a mere week or so ago, so of course the firm and its associates would be hearing about it.

"I'm sure the Cortlands will be a wonderful asset," she added, flicking a knowing glance at her parents.

Rhoe grinned. "My fearsome daughter."

She chuckled. "Hardly, Dad. People are just scared of a woman who knows what she's talking about."

"Quite the threat indeed," Arobynn offered, his gaze a few shades more than could be considered polite.

Aelin restrained herself from stepping on his foot with her stiletto heel as she made her excuses, noticing Elide beckoning her from a short distance away. "Thank you," she murmured to her friend, giving the petite brunette a quick hug.

"Anything to save you from that creep," Elide returned, flicking the blonde a knowing glance. "Having fun, Whitethorn?"

"Shut up," Rowan mumbled, taking a larger-than-necessary swallow of his drink.

Aelin chuckled, sliding her hand back around her husband's arm. "He always has the time of his life at these lovely little parties." She pecked a kiss onto his cheek. "Love, will you get me a drink?"

Thankful to have something to do besides pretend he could tolerate anybody except his wife and the few friends in the room, Rowan strolled over to the bar, pouring Aelin a glass of sparkling cider. Why she preferred to drink something nonalcoholic at these functions, he didn't entirely know.

Though he suspected it may have something to do with how tense she always was around Arobynn Hamel and his disgusting roving eye.

"Here you are, love."

"Thank you." She stole a quick kiss, making Elide flutter her lashes and coo.

"Aww, look at the lovebirds!"

"Quiet," Aelin laughed, "you and that hulking brute of yours are just as bad."

Elide snickered. "It's not my fault Lorcan's a big old softie."

"Bet that's not what you call him in bed," Aelin smirked.

Her friend's face went scarlet. "Aelin!" she whisper-shrieked, smacking the blonde's shoulder. "No!"

"Girls' night never lies," Aelin crooned.

"And what happens at girls' night stays at girls' night," Elide retorted.

"All right, all right." Aelin raised her drink in concession. "I won't say anything else about you and Salvaterre being all sappy." Out of the corner of her eye, she caught yet another senior business partner motioning to her, and sighed. "Once more unto the breach."

"Do you--"

She shook her head, squeezing Rowan's hand. "It's just Darrow and a few of his associates, you can stay here and keep Elide and Lorcan company."

"Thank the gods," Rowan mumbled.

She just chuckled, kissed his cheek, and strolled over to meet Darrow and the few men with him, greeting the man who'd been her business advisor for many years affectionately. "So you need some young ears, hmm?"

"I'm not a fossil yet," Darrow fake-sighed, the lines around his eyes crinkling as he smiled at her. "We just wanted to congratulate you on the Cortland deal."

"Ah, don't make such a fuss about it," she smiled.

The older gentleman shook his head wryly. "Always downplaying your achievements, young one." He patted her shoulder. "Mrs. Whitethorn Galathynius here managed to rope the Cortlands themselves into a deal with AG Realty, can you believe it?"

"Impressive." Dorian Havilliard's dark brows shot up. "And you managed to do this in under two years?"

Aelin laughed quietly. She and the younger Havilliard--a brilliant civil defense attorney--had been friends since they were young. "Seven months, give or take a few days."

Dorian whistled. "Congratulations, then!" He raised his glass to her. "I argued a case for old Cortland several years ago, and let me tell you, the amount of demands that man had almost drove my partners insane."

"Oh, stop flattering me," she laughed, but raised her glass anyway. "Thank you, Dorian."

He winked. "Anything for the future of Orynth's commercial real estate."

She chatted with Dorian, Darrow, and a couple of others for a short while before Evalin came and stole her away to speak with the senior associates of AG Realty. Aelin caught Rowan's eye as she walked with her mother.

Need me? his raised eyebrow asked.

I'll be fine, she returned. Keep Lorcan from drinking too much, yeah?

Will do, Fireheart.

So Aelin sipped on her sparkling cider and chatted with the senior associates and her parents, discussing a few upcoming clients and whether or not they should accept some of the offers that poured in daily. Most notably, Arobynn Hamel was considering buying yet another property in the industrial district.

What that man wanted with so many warehouses, Aelin couldn't even begin to imagine.

"I don't see any reason why we shouldn't move forward with that deal," Rhoe mused. "He's always been a credible buyer, never misses payments or defaults on anything."

"What about the..." Evalin lowered her voice, keeping their conversation private. "What about that article?"

Two weeks ago, the Orynth Journal, which was admittedly a tabloid at best, had published an article that almost instantly went viral. In it, they claimed to have evidence linking Arobynn Hamel and his holdings in the industrial district to an international drug trafficking ring. Of course, since it was tabloid journalism, the reliability of this "evidence" had to be questioned, but still--was there any truth to it?

When privately questioned, Arobynn had--of course--denied all of it, maintaining his sleek professional exterior and, apparently, putting AG Realty enough at ease that they decided to dismiss the rumors as the workings of the tabloids. Aelin still had her suspicions, given that the man was a certified creep, but she deferred to her parents' judgment. She wouldn't raise too many questions, not unless some new information that cast true suspicion onto Arobynn came into light.

"We agreed that was all tabloid nonsense," Darrow reminded Evalin, though there was a hint of concern buried in his keen gaze.

"I know," Evalin sighed. "Very well, then. We can negotiate the deal with him when--"

"FUCK OFF!" The slurred yell completely shattered the elegant mood of the evening.

Horrified, everyone whirled around, finding Arobynn Hamel with a half-empty bottle of Scotch clutched in his hand, a glazed sheen of obvious drunkenness in his eyes and a sneer on his face.

His yell had been directed at Dorian, who held up his hands in a placating gesture. "No, Mr. Hamel, you misunderstand! I am not--I would never accuse you of anything illicit without proof!"

"Fuckin' lyin' lawyers," Arobynn growled, anger flaring in his posture.

Slowly, Dorian backed away from Arobynn, careful not to say anything lest he set off the drunk man's rage. Just as slowly, a few others approached Arobynn, gingerly offering to make him another drink, to get him some water, anything to defuse the situation.

"Don't fucking offer me water, you cock!" Arobynn snarled, whirling sharply about to rage at Darrow, who'd made that offer.

CRASH!

In his clumsy turnaround, Arobynn smashed the bottle of Scotch against the bar top, littering shards of broken glass atop the bar and leaving him with a broken bottle top clutched in his hand.

"Mr. Hamel--"

As if realizing he now held a weapon, Arobynn brandished the broken bottle at Darrow, all semblance of sanity drained out of his wild eyes. "Fuck off, Darrow."

"Arobynn." Aelin broke into the tense standoff, matching the drunk man's crazed look with her steel will. "Put down the bottle, gods dammit!"

"Don't tell me what to do, bitch," Arobynn snarled.

Aelin's glare intensified. "You want your new warehouse, don't you?"

A brief, charged moment of silence.

"Bitch," Arobynn hissed, but he released the bottle.

CRASH. It shattered all over the floor, shards splintering up into the air and clinking in discordant symphony against the polished marble flooring.

Aelin winced as something bumped into her stomach--probably just a stray elbow as everyone around Arobynn collectively rushed backwards, out of range of the glass. Behind her back, she gave the prearranged signal to her parents, clasping her fingers together.

Call security.

The building's security personnel were in the room only minutes later, swiftly and efficiently subduing Arobynn and escorting him out, most likely to spend a night in the loving embrace of the Orynth Police Department.

"Everyone all right?" Aelin asked, brushing her hands against her gown, feeling the oddest sticky-wet sensation. Huh. Probably liquor from the mess.

Nods and murmurs of "yes, I'm okay," rippled through the guests.

Until Dorian gasped sharply, his sapphire gaze trained on Aelin's stomach. "Fuck!"

"What?" She glanced down at her gown, wondering what the hell had gotten into her friend.

And gasping, the color draining from her face.

Apparently, it hadn't been an elbow bumping into her, but a stray shard of broken glass.

Her breath breaking, shuddering, Aelin touched her fingertips to the warmth spreading over her stomach and pulled them away slowly, almost unable to believe the dripping crimson stain. Blood, some faraway part of her brain realized. My blood.

And as her legs quavered and failed beneath her, Aelin Whitethorn Galathynius could only form one thought. Her eyes shot across the room to a lock onto the pine green gaze latched onto her, her heart constricting at the sheer depth of shock and pain etched into her husband's eyes.

“Rowan…”

The only thing she could think, the only thing keeping her rooted to the ground as she splayed one hand over her stomach, over the thick dark pool of blood welling there, the scarlet stain seeping into the fine silk of her evening gown.

“Rowan….I’m pregnant.”

And then everything went black.

~

Aelin blinked awake slowly, like she was rising up from a bath of molasses, her head fuzzy and disoriented. Slowly, the room around her came into focus--an IV coiling out of her arm, the steady beep of machines tracking her heart rate and pulse and oxygen level, the slightly uncomfortable bed, the cotton fabric against her skin, the firm warm pressure of Rowan's hand in hers.

She was in the hospital.

"Rowan," she croaked, her voice a bare rasp, turning her head to meet his broken gaze. "Ro..."

"You're going to be okay, Fireheart," he rasped, not bothering to try and mask the tears choking his face, his voice.

Ignoring the agony that sliced through her whole self, she gripped his hand and swung herself out of the bed, suddenly desperate, flattening her other hand atop her stomach. "Our baby, Rowan," she gasped.

Her husband's veneer of calmness cracked, splitting down the seams, and his shoulders heaved with a choked sob. "They--Aelin, they said you--miscarried." He could barely get the last words out.

"No." She shook her head, dropped his hand, wrapped her arms around her middle reactively, protectively. Her whole body screaming with the effort, with the pain, she took one searing step after another until she reached the mirror over the sink and stared into her pale, shell-shocked reflection.

Familiar heat bloomed at her stomach, her disoriented stumbling having torn her stitches, letting the deathly rose of her blood bloom across her abdomen. The blood seeped through the bandages, through the thin cotton hospital gown, soaking her hands with the heat of her own life.

Words failing her, Aelin stared at herself in the mirror, captivated and horrified by the broken, bleeding woman who stared back, a chasm of unspeakable pain yawning in her eyes.

And as the nurses who'd come rushing when Rowan pressed the call button caught her, murmuring soothing words into her ear, and injected something that slowed her pulse to drugged sleep into her IV drip, Aelin tilted her head back and released a scream that clawed up and out of her throat from the shattered coffin of her womb.

They can't take my child. The last thing she remembered thinking before the pull of the sedative claimed her.

They will never take my child.

~~~

A/N: if you thought bit at the end resembled Rhaenyra in HOTD no it didn't ;))

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[dailycharacteroption]

Experimental Armor Prototype Mechanic (Mechanic Alternate Class Feature)

(art by Zerahoc on DeviantArt)

 It started late two weeks ago, but now we truly get into it this week with nothing but alternate class features for the Mechanic class in Starfinder. The reason for this being that almost all of these alternate features for the class all start with the word “experimental”.

But that makes sense, does it not? After all, while the standard mechanic may tinker with a rudimentary AI that they either bolt to their brain or into a drone body, it only makes sense that other mechanics would focus on other forms of technology.

Today, we’re looking at experimental armor prototype, representing their focus on making a particularly advanced set of armor, one that provides superior protection while also being packed with more additional gadgets than you can shake a plasma sword at.

Technically this class feature is part of a two-parter with the experimental weapon prototype, but since you can only take one of the two, we’ll focus on each in their own entries.

In any case, these mechanics might focus on creating the perfect heavy combat suit, or an exceptionally stealthy and elusive light suit, or something in between. Since they can spend a day reconfiguring a suit as well, they can even change things up for each mission, depending on their needs.

In this way, these mechanics can be surprisingly versatile and powerful.

 As one might expect, these mechanics begin play with a level 1 armor of their choice (or higher if they choose to buy one instead), which they designate as their prototype. If lost or destroyed, they can build a new one, though replacements have an upper level on what you can reconstruct. Whether they are replacing their armor, refitting with new augmentations, or replacing with a new base armor set that they are modifying, the process takes about a day. Naturally, they can only have one such armor at a time, and the custom fitting and familiarity means only they can use it effectively.

They also gain heavy armor proficiency as well, able to move in such armor with ease.

These mechanics also build special servos and actuators into their armor so that they can track a foe, allowing them to shift to best block incoming attacks from that target. The more advanced they becomes, the better this ability functions.

Normally armor has an upper limit to how many upgrades can be applied to it, but these experts miniaturize components and find other ways to work in one more upgrade to their armor.

Eventually they also become proficient with power armor, and can upgrade their current prototype into such armor with some work, should they wish it.

As they continue to master their art, these technicians can install even more equipment into their armors, integrating more and more. However, unlike their normal upgrades or even the previous extra upgrade, these new upgrades have an upper limit on level, limiting these extra upgrades to more minor equipment.

They also learn to install modular improvements that can be changed out on the fly, things such as fast but hard to maneuver flight, slower but perfectly controlled flight, aquatic movement, or various sensor suites.

They also install an energy force field similar to what other mechanics use into their armor, providing additional protection.

Finally, their control over their articulating armor panels becomes so great they can move to block multiple foes at once.

Interested in a character that makes the most of their armor? This option may be for you. Whether you pick up the heaviest power armor and load it up with weapons as well as enough mobility and defensive enhancements to become a literal walking tank, or focus on making a supremely agile light stealth armor with integrated gadgets and gizmos, this class feature is perfect for anyone seeking to make full use of the armor upgrade system. Heck, if you have the time between adventures and quests, you can have different loadouts ready for each situation, as long as you can find time to configure them.

 So now that you know the what and how, now you must determine the why. Why does your character specialize in building and improving armor? Perhaps they are a scientist that works in the field on extremely hazardous planets, requiring them to carry as much useful equipment and protection on them. Perhaps they are a soldier customizing the very best armor to take on any foe and survive. Or maybe they are a technically minded spy that relies on having the best stealth equipment. Alternatively, perhaps the armor itself is the goal, and they are a technician and inventor seeking new innovations in armor technology. That reason can go a long way towards developing the character.

  The crystals that form a shimreen’s body are able to absorb concentrated energy and channel it back out, a fact that some corporate scientists are eager to explore for new innovations in armor technology. While some are content with donated crystals that have been shed, others are more unscrupulous, resorting to kidnappings to procure test subjects.

 A brilliant engineer, Kalax has taken on a curious task in building armor for a newly discovered sapient species whose bodies are in multiple pieces held together by magnetic suspension. The armor has to protect these people from nasty arboreal parasites that like to latch onto them with their proboscis and hide between their disparate parts where they are hard to reach, feeding on them, while also allowing the magnetic forces between them continue unabated. With that in mind, he is seeking an escort to the planet to study their physiology.

 Notorious bounty hunter Bellomius Reverez, also known as the Collector, is infamous for laying claim to any unique equipment is bounties carry, even when the bounty in question specifically states that said equipment needs to be returned. This has made him plenty of enemies in the corpo circles, and now a bounty has been put on him to recover a suit of armor built by a skittermander engineer with a singularity core power source.

#starfinder #alternate class feature #mechanic #experimental armor prototype #shimreen #skittermander #Character Operations Manual

[seriouslycromulent]

OK. I'm Officially 4 Episodes In On Night Court ...

I tried to hold off on giving any type of proper review because every new series (or reboot of a series) needs a grace period in order to find its feet, introduce its characters, and establish itself.

Although Night Court didn't have to establish itself the same way the original series did in terms of its premise, it has the bigger hurdle of trying to distinguish itself from its original without tarnishing its legacy or failing to deliver on its promise.

It may be too soon to say whether the new Night Court is a bona fide hit, but I think its just enough time to say that its definitely not tarnishing any legacy of the original.

As much as I loved the 9 seasons of the original formula, I think one of its greatest assets was the cast, which if you recall changed quite a bit in the first 4 seasons of the show. And with each of those 4 seasons, it continued to be as smart as it was hilarious because the characters were unapologetically honest and absurd.

And that's what Melissa Rauch has managed to achieve here with the newest batch of misfits 30 years later. Like its predecessor, each character on this new iteration feels indeed an original. There's no "new Mac" or "new Roz" or "new Bull." Everyone is a completely new character with their own distinct personality with precious little in common with their 1980's counterpart other than their job function.

And that includes ... oddly enough ... Dan Fielding. The one guy who could technically get away with having the same personality. Except ... he can't.

As much as fans of the show loved the lecherous, arrogant reprobate that Dan Fielding perfected, no true fan wants to see him still be that guy 30 years later, not having since married and buried the love of his life, not with a head full of white hair and a beard reminiscent of a kind college professor we once knew. This 2020s-era Dan Fielding is proof that even the most debased humans we know can change for the better. At least in matters of the heart.

Sure. He can still be quick with a smart retort or a gleeful smirk of schadenfreude. He wouldn't be Dan Fielding if he didn't do that from time to time, but he is also a new character in many ways. He's grown in ways that Harry, Mac and Christine never would've believed if they were here to see it. And as a result, he fits in perfectly with this new cast and their new trials (pun intended) & tribulations.

Since this post has already gone on a bit longer than I planned, I'll just say that I don't dislike any of the cast members so far. Everyone seems to be developing at a reasonable pace. The prosecutor got to shine a little bit more in this last episode (which I appreciate because she was veering a little close to the "all work and no play" stereotype we sometimes see assigned to successful women).

I think Lacretta as the bailiff is doing a wonderful job, and I believe they made the right choice for now going with the one bailiff instead of two. I'm enjoying the court clerk's well-earned neuroticism. It feels reasonable given the nature of his job and the stage of his life at this time.

As for Judge Stone? I'm enjoying everything she's doing. No, she's no Harry T. Stone, but I totally buy her as Harry's daughter, even though I think the math is off a little in order for this show to align with the ages of the new Judge and Dan. Oh well. Who cares!

Melissa is doing a fine job as producer and star. And she got me to cough up $5 for yet another streaming service, so I guess she knows a thing or two about these things.

Not going to lie. I'm still largely watching this for John Larroquette, but I'm glad that I decided to check out the show. And I hope others give it a chance and follow suit. It just may surprise you. ☺️

#night court #new night court #fandom #john larroquette #melissa rauch #lacretta #india de beaufort #kapil talwalkar

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

Hello!

Let's go for some design asks…

Stillness, Wardrobe and Change, for Kala, Lilian, June and Ari! :3

[ask game]

Hiya, thanks for the ask! :D

stillness: How does your OC act while still? Are they fidgety? Do they have any common gestures or tics? Does their clothing affect how they hold themselves while at rest?

Kala: She's very still! It's a learned stillness, but even after coming to the surface it's something that stays with her. She doesn't fidget or shift much at all apart from the occasional stretch or repositioning, especially if she's wearing any sort of armour that would be loud when moving. Very practical for bird watching, she's found.

Lilian: Not super fidgety, but will do little stretches and roll her shoulders when still for a longer time. Cross/uncross her arms or tap her foot maybe. Will shift her weight onto her good leg if standing for long. Something she'll habitually do now and then is swishing back her hair or combing it aside with her fingers.

June: Very fidgety. Will tap her foot or finger, rock back and forth, readjust her position, all those sorts of things. She also has a habit of picking at scabs or pimples absentmindedly, or fiddling with a strand of hair. Even when forced to wear something specific for presentation purposes she tries to get something as unrestrictive as possible; she haaates when her movement gets restricted.

Ari: Fairly still, except if he is wearing something that is notably uncomfortable or has Icky Texture. Then he will involuntarily shift and tense every so often even though he tries to suppress it. His stance isn't influenced by clothing as much as it is by situation; he has a tendency to hunch down, but depending on the circumstances he will deliberately stand up very straight. Also often with his hands behind his back. Has a habit of rubbing his palm(s), and if he is outside, checking and possibly readjusting his garments. If he is sitting and focused or in thought he'll often tap the bottom of his chin or stroke the rim of his ear back and forth.

wardrobe: How big is your character's wardrobe? Do they wear things threadbare, or can they afford new clothes often? Are they any good at mending and repairing their own clothing?

Kala: Starts with very little clothing and a reluctance of buying new things, but comes to like having a small assortment to pick from. Still not that much, but enough to have a pick for different occasions and moods. Is very careful with her clothes so they last a long time, and will wear them for as long as she physically can. And she does repair them! Not super pretty, but enough to make them functional again.

Lilian: Likes having backups and a small assortment that she can pick from, but otherwise doesn't care much about having a big wardrobe. She too takes good care of her clothes and makes them last as long as she can.

June: Enjoys having a big wardrobe with very different types and styles of clothes to switch between, and especially after being so restricted in the circle she does not miss the chance to stock up on cool clothes once she has the chance to. Very bad at mending, but doesn't matter, she'll just wear them torn.

Ari: As Inquisitor he puts effort into having all sorts of different outfits for different occasions, but honestly if it were for him he'd have a full wardrobe full of multiple copies of the same clothes lol. Once he's found something he likes he's perfectly happy wearing the same thing all the time.

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

Kala: The most significant one to her is probably growing out her facial hair, but refusing to let her hair grow long after going to the surface. I always think of hair & beards to have a lot of significance in Dwarven society, so both of those were "fuck you" moves at different times that she also kept because she liked them on her. She also started wearing much more colourful and technically-impractical clothing once she had the chance.

Lilian: Wearing the kaddis paint very deliberately after being appointed champion was an important decision to her. It's provocative and symbolic and becomes a trademark, so i think it counts even if it's not technically that drastic from a visual standpoint.

June: Nothing super drastic, i think? Except her hair changed colour! That was the anchor's fault <3 She wasn't fond of it at first but has come to like it a lot.

Ari: He rarely wears visibly Qunari clothes after becoming inquisitor, at least not publicly. Has no energy to provoke the public any more than necessary. Also started shaving his head at some point but idk yet when or why lol. Did it at some point and decided he liked it and kept doing it since.

#thanks again! <3 #oc: kalagna brosca #oc: lilian hawke #oc: june trevelyan #oc: ari adaar #my ocs #oc ask game/ my answers

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

(mostro lounge sometimes use broken pots and pans fr and it's so funny to imagine how it came to that so hear this out)

Undersea, merfolks can cook food using improvised utensils like coconut bowls, clams as both plates and shovels, and kelp leaves to sun dry those poor, slow anchovies for pizza, etc. they have to be resourceful aside from being a fighter, so they'd often mistook man-made trinkets like forks for combs and shipwrecks were a paradise; what do you mean you can't use this perfectly shaped holed pot they discovered in their adventures? better than asking this poor hermit crab to find a new shell as a home right? they're being nice here, and practical

so it kind of carried on even when they adapted on land, you'd think after attending a camp school for land dummies, azul would be keen enough to buy the sturdiest cooking kits for the lounge instead of just fancy ones, and floyd would remember that chinas do in fact break and not reproduce by themselves like clams would, hence the cooking with broken equipment

no worries though! their brand of ocean flavor is still like no other and their customer service makes up for whatever questionable ruckus you might hear at the kitchen

pans with no handles is seen as normal if not advanced and functional (You had it easy shrimpy, I cook with even less than these tech at home *yawns* oops, it almost slipped again aha ^_^)

azul's sketchy business aside, humans are so impractical with how they waste their cool inventions sometimes, but that's exactly why floyd finds them interesting and enjoys being on land so much

-🥫

Wait that's canon??? That greedy fucking octopus 😭😭

But it does make sense for them to not really see it as a bad thing. As long as it's not dangerous it's fine right? If anything it makes sense to constantly be upcycling things, the ocean is pretty polluted. Probably not as bad compared to Yuus/our world though.

Soda can clips make great fish hooks and necklaces. Shoes can make great backpacks for small mers and ,hell, even crocs that float can be perfect for teaching younger ones swimming techniques or sending messages up to the surface. Broken pots or pans are no big deal underwater as they're able to be used for other things. Plastic bags make great tank tops to avoid being bit by certain predators that hate it. Scraps of clothes make excellent bandages.

And ship wrecks? Well if they aren't completely scalped, some rich folk may make it their home or a restaurant/hotel, given all the furniture inside along with kitchens.

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[murumokirby360]

My High Purity Copper Wire Replacement Audio for my QKZ AK6 Pro IEM review (w/ my paper dolls) - 2nd Half (Final) [Recorded: Dec 8th, 2023]

DeviantART Version: [CLICK ME!]

Hello, December. Here's my 2nd half (and final) of my 'High Purity Copper Wire Replacement Audio' for my QKZ AK6 Pro IEM Earphones, or as I call it my 'audio wire replacement' (, feat. my paper dolls).

• If you haven't seen my '1st half', then please → [CLICK ME!].

BTW: And once again, If you haven't seen my review of QKZ AK6 Pro (from 2022), then I'll provide some links down below. ↓ 😉

My QKZ AK6 Pro IEM Earphones:

• Revealing parcel [Oct 1st, 2022]

• Part 1 (1st half) [Oct 8th, 2022]

• Part 2 (2nd half) [Oct 8th, 2022]

• Part 3 (Final) [Oct 26th, 2022]

So, without further ado, let's get started:

20th & 21st Image(s): ↑

• Here's a preview of installing my two AK6 Pro earpieces to my new 'audio wire replacement'. 🎶🎧🙂 My paper dolls are excited to wear it. Don't you worry, you two. I hope your ears we're fit. Hehe 😅 Nonetheless, here's my 2nd recorded video. 🎦📲

🎦 My Recorded video No. 2 ↑ 📲

• Here's me connecting two audio pieces into one, and it fits perfectly! 🎧🎶😊 Once again, my apologies for the awful background, despite my current smartphone (the Honor 8C) doesn't have noise cancelling / anti-background sound feature. 🚫🎶🏙️📲

22nd to 24th Image(s): ↑

• [22nd & 23rd Image] Finally, the installation is complete! Care to wear it, you two? 🎧😊 "Yes, please" said my paper dolls. [24th Image] Mmmmm... 🤔 A-Okay, but uhh... I think, would it better if you two wear my headphones over earphones, Okay? 😊 My paper dolls completely agree.

25th & 26th Image(s): ↑

• Now, let's go to the actual wear, featuring "ME!". 😊 You can see these photos of mine, they fit well on both of my ears just like before 👂🙂👍. Sound-wise, the sound quality is the same as I expected 🙂🎶👌, but say cannot be said for the quality of ear hooks. You see, upon wearing these or taking off after hours of listening, the material for the ear hooks feels quite flimsy than the original one. 🪢 👂🎧🤔 My OG audio wire's ear hooks used to have a solid bend without worrying about. On top of that, the wiring itself feels quite light, making it easy to snap after a long use (, as I predict 🤔). Not to mention, the slippery and glossy appearance of the wiring. Though, I'm not sure if this replacement could last as long as the original one. But, we'll see in the endurance durability pace for my new audio wire. On the plus side, it is as comfy as before without hurting my ears; not even once.

• As of today (Dec 15th, 2023), I have no issues whatsoever, so far. I've tested it on my Honor 8C phone to see the function of the controls (play/pause, and the volume buttons), and it worked well. And with the volume controls on my IEM earphones, I don't have to reach my phone just to adjust the volume for hearing purposes. 🎧📲😊👍

Overall & Asking Price:

• Despite material differences between the OG and the replacement one, I'd say if your OG audio wire was busted after the lifespan was dead, a replacement for your current IEM earbuds is a better choice. 🎶🎧😊👍 Not only the audio wire replacements deliver the same quality sound as the original, but they also it'll save your budget, as well, if you have existing functional IEM detachable earpieces. Because some people like me, don't want to spend another spare of regular earphones with no detachable feature, right? Well, okay I guess that is debatable (BUT). 🤔Nonetheless, I think every IEM budget owners should buy this if they so desire. 😊

• As for the price, I order it from Shopee PH for only ₱ 145 [CLICK ME!] 🏷️. 🇵🇭🛒🌐 There's also an additional ₱10 for the pouch, but I rather not spending it. Considering, that I have tons of pouches to used. 🙂 There's also available on Lazada PH [CLICK ME!] 🇵🇭🛒🌐, as well albeit a different price than Shopee 🏷️, plus there's a Type C variant and different style choices.

Well, that's the end of my topic, and see you in 2024! 🥂🥳🎇

Tagged: @lordromulus90, @bryan360, @carmenramcat, @leapant, @rafacaz4lisam2k4, @alexander1301, @paektu

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[alltimefail-sims]

OKAY SO LITTLE UPDATE AND SCATTERED THOUGHTS ON THE NEW EP

It turns out that removing 95% of your mods will improve the game's overall ability to run. Not shocking, but it's definitely a thing lol. I've also learned that some mods, while amazing conceptually, will probably not be added back into my game. This isn't on the modders: some mods are just so complex that I honestly can't keep up with them and therefore can't enjoy their features to the full extent. I do miss my custom recipes, wonderful whims, and a few lumpinou mods though (but that's really it so far).

I also removed all my custom sliders because I have no idea what is broken and what isn't at this point. Shocked to say I don't miss most of them, so I think it might be time I clean that folder out. I did, however, miss my presets!!! Especially body and mouth presets! Likely gonna tidy up those folders and then add those back in.

Kijiko eyelash remover seems to be working perfectly fine in my game, so if you use that one you are probably good to go.

The new pack's CAS items are good! I don't think I'm going to use a lot of it outside of sims in Tomarang, but that's okay. As of right now I am not planning to do an in-depth review of the CAS items because I pretty much just feel "fine" about all of it across the board: I don't hate anything but I'm not absolutely in love with anything either. Idk if I'm just feeling this way or if others are as well, but it seems like a lot of the items (especially the hairs) aren't really new and they're just modifications of things we already have... but that could be just me. I will say the cute dress with the slit up the side... chef's kiss. Needed more swatches though!

One unexpected item that I did love was the tea kettle!! I'm never buying a tea magic brewer or tea pot ever again. I never realized how badly I needed the ability to only make one cup of a tea/hot chocolate/coffee at time but it has been a game changer. I don't have much to say about the build/buy... it's all really nice. 🤷‍♀️ Wish there were more items that really stood out, but for the most part it's all just good, simple pieces with a few beautiful wall hangings (nice posters, a few good plants, love the baskets, standing toilet is a nice addition, adore the plastic garden chairs, etc.). Functional radiators, water tanks, etc. were fantastic additions with this pack and I would have been happy if they were just decor tbh (and was expecting them to be) but the fact that they aren't makes me very happy. Compatibility across packs is done far too rarely, so I'll let the sims team have this one crumb of a win.

I'm still testing this pack out so gameplay features are being dicovered bit by bit. Haven't ran into some of the big bugs people have been having, but I'm still early in the save and playing as a tenant (I stand by the fact that I have 0 interest being a property owner). The tester sim I made (Riley, she/they) vibed so hard with Vanesha Cahyaputri. Like the two of them have "amazing compatibility" and had full bar friendship almost instantly and I did not make Riley with any partner in mind... I didn't even know Vanesha was a canon lesbian! But they haven't had a single negative interaction soooo brb I'm on my way to make her over ASAP because I loooooovee a good sapphic friends to lovers arc. 😂

Lastly: I have some asks in my inbox. I swear I'm not ignoring you if you've messaged me, it's just been a chaotic few days as December is always so busy. I will answer them as soon as I can! Until the holidays are over I'll probably be posting sporadically! I'm still going to be here, but I'm enjoying just playing the game without any pressure to post about it.

Also, with updates breaking cc and sliders like crazy, it's unlikely I'll be sharing any sims outside of sim requests for a while. I'll still crank out builds, happily chat about my OCs, and reblog other people's content on here. For now I plan to just enjoy my time with my family and play the game stress free! ❤

Okay bye now!

#also idk where that gif is from but it's hilarious #okay I'm done now haha update over for real #update #personal #gif warning #ignore spelling errors this is a mess of thoughts

[vincess-princess]

the wild, the wayward and the wicked

hello guys! i'm here with a new fic! :) *shoves all unfinished wips back into the basement* this one is totally not inspired by rdr 2 which is definitely not actively sabotaging my grades and responsibilities right now by making me play it 24/7, because, as you are all well-aware, i'm a fully functional human being!

Fandom: Motley Crue

Characters: the usual bunch

Pairings: implied Nikki Sixx/Vince Neil

Rating: Mature

Status: ongoing

Warnings: graphic descriptions of violence, mentions of past drug addiction, period-typical homophobia, self-harm, a whole lot of crimes of all shapes and sizes

Summary: after an ambitious heist gone wrong, professional outlaws Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee and Mick Mars are stranded in a city full of lawmen hounding them and with not a single dollar in their pockets. To start a new life in another state, they need a great deal of cash - and they decide to get it by temporarily becoming the men of law themselves and bringing to justice one of their own kind, who not-so-coincidentally also has a tremendous bounty to his name.

A/N: this takes place in California in 1880s, and in my attempt to be as historically accurate as possible i had to google the etymology of so. many. expressions. but i learned a lot of new things! :) (if i do get something wrong, though, you're welcome to tell me) i decided the chapters in this one will be shorter than usual (no 5k monstrosities lmao), and i'll try to post them more often too.

Chapter 1.

Word count: 1545

Even after five years of the life of an outlaw Tommy remained dreadfully - even deadly - thoughtless. Otherwise he would have reconsidered trying to sneak up from behind to Nikki downing a shot at the bar counter. The whiskey ended up in his eyes, and Nikki’s revolver – pressing between his ribs.

“Ouch!” Tommy’s hands flew to his face, and the piece of paper he was holding glided down onto the counter. Some whiskey got onto it, but mostly at the corners, so the text was still readable.

“Don’t rub your eyes, it’ll make it worse,” Nikki advised, reaching for the paper. The next second the half-full mug of beer belonging to a guy sitting next to him was upended above his head. Two indignant cries blended together, putting “I’m gonna end you” across perfectly without a single word. Nikki’s was louder, though – it was him getting a beer shower, after all, and it wasn’t even good beer.

“No guns!” the barkeeper warned and immediately exempted himself from his own rule, pulling a Colt New Army from under the counter. The “argument” – or, rather, six of them – was compelling enough for both Nikki and the guy to reluctantly holster their weapons. Not that Nikki would actually shoot Tommy, but he had to keep the little shit on his toes. The other guy, though… this saloon was the hottest spot in town for crooks and lowlifes, and they were always quick to anger. Nikki and Tommy blended right in for that very reason, but also ran certain risks because of it.

“Sorry, partner,” Nikki turned to the now beerless guy that turned beet-red and looked like he was going to explode, “this idiot here is pea-brained and even that pea usually goes unused. Lemme buy you another beer.” He fumbled in his already very light pockets with growing anxiety until his fingers brushed against a warm half-dollar and slid it across the counter to the barkeeper. Then he stood up, shook his head like a dog, spattering the beer on the counter, barkeeper and the guy, put on his hat, grabbed Tommy by the elbow and forcefully led him to the exit. The kid apparently realized he had just done something outrageously stupid and obediently allowed Nikki to drag him out of the saloon and into a narrow alleyway behind it. Judging by suspicious brown stains on the ground, it had quite a history of dispute settlements.

Nikki didn’t intend to go to such extremes, of course. A lot of lessons could be learned without bloodshed: a couple bruises would do the job just as well. Tommy endured his mandatory punch in the face without a single complaint, which was unusual of him, as it was his favorite thing to do. But this time he just wiped his nose with his calloused hand, avoiding looking Nikki in the face. Was he actually sorry?

Nikki was gonna give him some more tongue-lashing, but decided against it.

“Do not startle me like that anymore,” he only said tiredly. “The last thing we need right now is a commotion. And that was exactly what you almost did.”

“You splashed whiskey on me first,” Tommy murmured defensively. Well, maybe he wasn’t actually that sorry.

“Because you startled me! You know not to come up to me from the back like that. You’ll get punched. Or splashed. Or both, like in this case.”

“Well, it ain’t my fault you’re that neurotic! No lawman ever goes to The Diablo. You don’t have to be so vigilant there.”

“You’re a fool,” Nikki said almost fondly. “With a bounty like ours, any criminal will readily convert into a man of law just seeing us. Which is why we should prevent their looking as much as possible.”

“Taking after you,” Tommy grumbled. Nikki graciously ignored it, because it was true. “And if you hadn’t doused me in whiskey and listened instead, I would have suggested we do it too!”

“What?” Nikki frowned, but the menacing effect he aspired for was ruined by a very untimely sneeze. The beer odor kept assailing his poor nose, completely blocking his sense of smell. He needed a bath real bad, but going looking for it to a hotel or a bathhouse was hardly better than walking right into the police station. His posters were hanging on every pole in town, and these places were among the first to be informed of wanted outlaws in case they try to seek shelter there. Nikki had since shaved off his beard, of course, losing at least five years and the charm of a highway robber together with it, but he still didn’t wanna risk it.

“Look what I found!” Tommy pulled a wad of paper out of his pocket and handed it to Nikki. Upon unwrapping it, he recognized the piece of paper that Tommy brought into the bar. He hadn’t noticed him picking it up again, but the kid was extraordinarily, even unnaturally nimble-fingered and took to thieving like a duck to water. Nikki’s been doing it since he could remember himself, but next to Tommy he was an absolute jackleg.

The layout on the paper looked familiar. A huge WANTED on top, a mugshot underneath…  

“A bounty poster that is not of us?” Nikki skimmed through the text until he got to the sum. It wasn’t dark enough in the alleyway, and Nikki only had one whiskey shot, so the zeros shouldn’t have been doubling in front of his eyes, right? He twisted the poster, held it an inch away from his eyes, then extended his arm as far as he could, trying to catch the stray zero fleeing from the scene, but all four of them stood their ground. Eventually he did come to the conclusion that the sum offered was real. And all that just for one guy?

Then Nikki read the charges, and things got a bit clearer. Murder, including that of an officer, theft, armed robbery, breaking and entering and… sodomy?

“Quite a character, right?” Tommy grinned as he saw Nikki’s eyebrows fly up. “And would you look at that hefty sum! It could last us a few months until things settle down a bit. Just for bringing one guy in!”

Nikki looked more closely at the photo of the criminal. Well, he could as well have had “sodomy” written all over his face: long blonde hair, plump lips twisted into a lecherous smile, and a heavy stare from underneath thick long lashes… if Nikki hadn’t read his name written on the top, he would have taken him for a wanton woman.

But no, the name – Vincent Neil Wharton, usually going by Vince Neil – was clearly male. Unless the doctor was drunk during his birth and his mother never bothered to check.

“Whatcha staring at?” Tommy narrowed his eyes, and Nikki finally managed to tear his gaze away from the photo. Then his lips stretched into a sleazy grin. “What, lack of gals hitting you that hard?”

“Hey, you took the poster, not me,” Nikki snapped back. “So many bounty posters out there, and you picked this one! Says something about you, huh?”

“Yeah, it says that I like more money for less effort,” Tommy retorted easily. “The biggest bounty of the rest was half of what’s offered here.”

“It’s that high for a reason,” Nikki hurried to curb his enthusiasm. “You see that list of offences? This guy knows what side to grip the gun from and ain’t got no morals to hold him from using it. And you know how the cops are – they wouldn’t have offered such a sum if they could catch the man themselves. Besides, he’s wanted alive, which makes it ten times harder.”

“What, are you scared of him?” Tommy laughed. Nikki loved hearing him laugh – Tommy always managed to find something funny in any situation, however desperate. Unfortunately for Tommy, Nikki’s dislike of being mocked exceeded that love by a large margin – as, coincidentally, did Nikki’s muscular mass compared to Tommy’s. So the next few minutes the kid was eating dirt – not on his own volition, of course, but he had no other option with Nikki’s knee pressing into the small of his neck, and thrashing around and shouting curses only made it worse.

Soon enough Tommy came to accept that his only choice was to surrender and stopped writhing in Nikki’s grip. Nikki held him down for a few more seconds – for the lesson to assimilate better - before letting him go. Their fights always ended like this, no exceptions, yet Tommy never learned.

Tommy slowly rose from the ground, spit out soil and licked his split lip.

“Was that really necessary? Another punch would do the job just fine,” he murmured with resentment.

“It wouldn’t, your skull is too thick.” Nikki picked up the long-suffering bounty poster again. “And I’m not scared, I’m being reasonably careful. As you should be too.”

“It’s gonna be three against one. What’s there to fea- be careful about?”

“You don’t know the man. There’s always something.”

“Now you’re just overthinking it.”

“Gotta think for the two of us.” Nikki folded the poster and shoved it into his pocket. “I need to talk it over with Mick. Let’s get out of here.”

#motley crue #motley crue fanfiction #nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil #mick mars #motley crue au #outlaw au #nikki sixx/vince neil #vinikki #just to clarify! i don't plan any sex scenes in the fic but it'll get pretty close to it at one point #also the relationships between the three of them is....complicated. maybe even destructive or abusive a bit #GOD i spent so much time looking for appropriate adjectives starting with w for the title #my writing #the wild the wayward and the wicked #or www for short lmao

[jeweled-blue-eyes]

Do you think og Penelope could ever gain closure?

Would the duchy ever feel sorry for her?

someone asked me this before but I can't find the ask cause tumblr's search function is wacky (¬､¬)

I anwered something similar here and here

in short: no, I don't think so.

Closure means finality; a letting go of what once was. Finding closure implies a complete acceptance of what has happened and an honoring of the transition away from what's finished to something new.

How can og! Penelope achieve a comforting or satisfying sense of finality? Her abusers go unpunished. Someone else has taken her place and gets doted on in her stead. She is dead. Her soul is broken into a thousand pieces. If a heaven exists would she even be there considering that Cha Siyeon is supposed to be one of her soul pieces and alive? (correct me if I'm wrong). Thanks to Vinter she is in this weird state where she is simultaniously dead and not dead. I doubt she can even find peace in the afterlife, not even that is granted to her, because her numerous deaths and repeated revivals messed with the essence of her existence. Perhaps disappearing forever is preferable to being forced to watch her family apologize and trying to make it up to someone else wearing her face. As for Siyeon, she won’t find closure either, I suspect. Even if the author tries to convince me she does. She just traded one classist family for another and married her killer. That’s not what turning away from your past, letting wounds heal and finding something new means.

Would the duchy ever feel sorry for her? The same way a father would feel sorry for beating his daughter to death and a mother for poisoning their child after being found out. They’d think they feel sorry but only feel sorry for themselves. It’s about how this act destroys their family image and how it taints their own image of themselves as the generous people who saved Penelope from proverty and gave her a home. It shows them how awful they are behind their facade and this kind of self recognization would make them incredibly uncomfortable. They were perfectly fine making Penelope’s life a living hell and driving her to the edge of death over and over again. But death is something final, you can’t “make it up” to her with a pretty necklace. How do you apologize to a corpse? I’m sure in Ivonne’s route they blamed her for her own death and went happily on with their lives until their long lost daughter revealed herself as a demon.

In Penelope’s route..while I’ve heard that the duchy was only awful because *spoilers* Penelope is a wizard and humans feel a natural animosity towards them (?) + Ivonne’s brainwashing, I’m convinced the Eckarts were awful even before they met Penelope. Compared to the other nobles and servants the abuse lead by the Eckarts was much more severe, which makes me assume they were never very nice people.

They’d just see Siyeon as the remnants of Penelope, project onto her and buy her things or attempt to spend time with her to ease their guilt. The same as in canon I guess but even more intense since now they know they’ve killed a person. Maybe they’d be in denial and try to bargain that even though Siyeon isn’t completely Penelope she’s at least part Penelope, therefore they can get forgiven if they treat Siyeon well enough.

Unless they have been brainwashed since the start of the story and their personality does a 180 degree turn after the defeat of Leila, I can’t see them feeling truly sorry from the bottom of the heart.

#anon #answered asks #death is the only ending for a villainess

[jackymedan]

SO- I just bought a new smartphone (samsung galaxy A34) bc my old one (samsung galaxy A6) was from 2018 and -even though it technically still works- I wanted to replace it before it had the chance to die on me (so I could actually transfer my data etc this time)..

But apparently Samsung has made some weird changes since idk 2-ish years ago when my mom bought her current phone and now I'm.... ??????????

I was PREPARED that the volume buttons would now be on the same side as the on/off button (stupid change nonetheless, but I was prepared for it)..

I also knew that the charging cable would be USB-C now.... however-

I did NOT expect that apparently they only supply you with a USB-C to USB-C (?????) cable now and NO CHARGER?? you know? the thing you use to plug it into a power outlet so you can CHARGE THE BATTERY?? I can't even plug this cable I got into my computer either bc it's USB-C to USB-C instead of USB-A..

ALSO MISSING NOW APPARENTLY: A headphone jack??? what is up with this minimalist bullshit, Samsung?? I didn't even use a headphone with my phone often, bc I usually only watch videos on it at home, but still.. I'm not buying any of those stupid ass wireless things when I still have perfectly functional wired ones that I SHOULD just be able to plug into my phone.

So yeah apparently in order to even be able to use this thing I have to go back to the store and buy a seperate charger? am i the only one who thinks that's bullshit? that should be included by default and included in the price of the phone. what the fuck.

#this is just a vent post tbh but honestly.... #also have to buy a seperate cable to be able to transfer files from my computer to this phone #I know you can do that with bluetooth too but if you want to transfer a large amount of files I prefer doing that with a cable #why is it USB-C on both sides now #I haven't even turned it on yet lol probably gonna hate the newer version of android too #i hadn't updated my current phone in forever lol