#And this is even a 6 mo size!!!!

[elvneedleworks]

how are babies so small????

#And this is even a 6 mo size!!!! #I’m worried the baby will be big or grow fast or something so I made it bigger just in case #handmade #mine #crochet #I’m tagging it with #moose lovey #because I consider it to be part of that ‘project bundle’

[justaghostingon]

The Yiling Laozu’s Lost Spells, A.K.A. The Weird Ones

A Collection by Mo Xuanyu

aka another crack au

Edit: Now with a part 2!

When the Yiling Laozu died his work was divided up by its use

The Lans took anything deemed undemonic, like Spirit Lures and Demonic Compasses

The Jins snuck out anything dangerous under the lie they’d destroy it

And the rest of it…it got scattered everywhere to every lowdown village and wanna be demonic cultivator.

At first, no one thought this would be a problem. It’s not like anything dangerous is out there, and not just anyone can culitvate

But they forgot two very important things: 1) no one needs to be a culivator to use demonic cultivation and 2) people will find a way to use anything

Soon the culivation world is overrun by really, really weird cases that their cultivators just can’t keep up with

And when I say weird, I do mean weird here’s a look at some of the cases:

Case 1) Giant rabbits the size of houses have been spotted in a mountain near a sheparding villiage eating all their feilds. They asked Hanguang-jun for help. Hanguang-jun went up but he did not come back down. It is suspected the giant bunnies ate him

Case 2) the dancing radishes. Every night on the full moon radishes come to life in a villiage and dance on their beds. Its not hurting anyone, but its really freaking them out

Case 3) dog begone spells. A whole villiage has lost all its dogs and no one knows why. Some of them were really expensive spirit puppies, including one jin guangyao was planning to purchase for his nephew

Case 4) the case of the running radishes. Radishes are leaving their beds a d running away as fast as thry can. Every time someone gets close they keep moving farther away

Case 5) flowers flying to lan clan ribbons and sticking. Every flower, even ones on stems. The lans are walking around covered in flowers and it is becoming a Problem.

Case 6) radishes that look like potatoes. Again? What is with this guy and radishes? This spell would have been harmless if it hadn’t been in a villiage with two rival families of radishes and potatoes. The potato family is accusing the radish family of sabatoge and the radish family is accusing the potato family of stealing their crop

Case 7) Lotus soup possession talisman. If u stick this talisman on someone, they will make lotus and pork rib soup. Always. Again and again. They can’t stop. Everything they make is soup. They’re crying.

Case 8) the peacock tail talisman. Every jin who comes into contact with this talisman will get a peacock tail. They can’t get rid of them. This is a problem.

Case 9) grass butterflies come to life. Again, not harmful, but very annoying. All children love it. All adult toy sellers do not. Their wares keep flying away. Please someone save their buisnesses

Case 10) hug jiang cheng. You must hug jiang cheng. You can’t help it. You can’t stop. If u don’t give him one hug a day you will die. Jiang cheng is furious. Fix this now.

Case 11) give Hanguang-jun compliments. Not hard, no one would notice if it wasn’t stuck to Su She. He hates it. He’s sueing for emotional damages. You better fix this quick!

And these are just the first ones! In times like this, people look to the Chief Cultivator. But the Chief cultivator is off flirting with women, so like all things, this falls to jin guangyao to solve.

So Jin guangyao decides he needs to get those documents back, and who better to send to handle the weird cases no one wants to touch than his weird half brother who’s so fasinated by demonic cultivation?

Thus Mo Xuanyu finds himself with his dream job: chasing down the yiling Laozu’s lost works! What more could he want?

The first case is easy. He goes up and finds Hanguang-jun asleep cuddled in a pile of giant rabbits. All he has to do is find out where the talisman is and remove them. The hard part is getting Hanguang-jun to stop looking like he just killed his wife. Mo xuanyu didn’t know Hanguang-jun had puppy eyes. Since when did he have puppy eyes? Eventually to make him feel better he helps him take all the rabbits to cloud recesses. And at another puppy dog eyed, gloomy look like he’s denied him his long lost lover, Mo Xuanyu gives him the talisman too. Jin Guangyao’s not happy, but really, what was Mo Xuanyu supposed to do? Not make that handsome man smile again?

The second case is a lot harder. Nothing Mo Xuanyu does gets the radishes to stop singing. No spells, not talismans, nothing. The only thing left is to dig them all up and throw them deep into the woods where no one will have to listen. Mo Xuanyu’s ears are still bleeding from their reedy songs

The third case is where Mo Xuanyu feels a bit of hope in Yiling laozu’s work really paying off. Lots of his bullies at the jin sect have dogs. If he can make them vanish, he’ll be safe! Unfortunately this spell makes all dogs leave, or none at all. And even when he finds a way to undo it, he can’t afford to copy it out because jin guangyao took one of the pups to give to jin ling, and if mo xuanyu makes the grumpy jin ling’s beloved new puppy go away, he’ll be kicked out of Koi Tower and feel bad besides

The radishes are back, but they run now. They aren’t even violent, u can’t use them for anything! They just run! It takes mo xuanyu months to catch one and track it back to its home. The radishes have built a radish villige in the forest. Radish farmers radish shop keepers and radish children. Mo xuanyu feels like he’s stepped into a children’s book. Then he hears the familiar reedy songs and it becomes a nightmare. The running radishes found the singing ones. They interbred. Now they have musical theatre radishes. Mo Xuanyu booked it out of there as fast as he can. Fuck the Yiling Laozu. Mo Xuanyu isn’t messing with that

When the flowers stick to the lan, Mo Xuanyu gives up all previous respect for the yiling laozu. He was clearly an idiot. Or a cutsleeve. Mo Xuanyu hopes he’s a cutsleeve. It would be nice to have someone like him to look up too. At least he got to see Hanguang-jun again. He was very nice and showed Mo Xuanyu the back of cloud recesses, where some very familiar rabbits were very happy to greet him.

By case six mo Xuanyu takes back every positive thought he’d ever had about the yiling laozu. He’s not just an idiot, he’s The Idiot. And the potato family and radish family are just as idiotic as he is. Why is he overseeing a trial over radishes turned potatoes? Why is everyone so invested in his investigation? What is wrong with everyone here? (It was the radish family’s son. He was trying to grow potatoes to impress the potato families daughter. They get married and invite Mo Xuanyu to the wedding)

Case seven brings Mo’s respect for the yiling laozu back. The lotus soup spell is terrifying. They can’t stop making soup, or crying. It takes everything he has to stop it, and it isn’t working. He only figures out how to fix it when he says “thank you shijie” on reflex as his infected shijie shoved some soup in his arms. That made her stop. It has to be those words exactly though. This is easy if its a girl. Not so easy when its a 60 year old elderly man.

Case 8 Mo Xuanyu loves his peacock tail. Its proof he’s a jin, and oh so stylish. He’s gonna paint his face to match. But the rest of the jin sect hate it, so he reluctantly figures out how to get rid of it. All it takes is a humble apology, which is way harder to get jins to do than it should be. The last to lose it is jun ling, not because he can’t apologize, but because he likes his tail too, since his Jiujiu told him it made him look “just like his father”. Mo Xuanyu only gets him to get rid of it by promising to sneak the talisman to him in his rooms. They can enjoy their tails together in privacy.

Case 9. Nothing Mo Xuanyu can do about those grass butterflies. He chases them around with a net anyways. Then he gives up and tells the salesmen to start selling grass butterflies in cages instead. As he leaves all the little kids in the villiage trail after him and ask if it was really the yiling laozu who did this, and does Mo Xuanyu work for him, and can he teach them? Mo Xuanyu doesn’t have the heart to tell them that the yiling laozu’s magic isn’t usally all butterflies and rainbows.

Case 10 is terrifying. Who hugs jiang cheng? How do u survive it? Fortunately by this time Mo Xuanyu has a bit of a reputation. People know he deals with “the weird stuff” so jiang cheng doesn’t kill him on sight. It still takes forever to undo the spell. Jiang cheng isn’t any help. He acts so mad, but he’s totally hugging everyone infected back just as fiercely as they hug him. Eventually they find out its another password based release. The password is “good job didi” jiang cheng storms away furiously to break things with his whip. Mo xuanyu swears he heard loud sobbing too, but he’s not saying anything.

Case 11. The yiling laozu was definitely a cutsleeve. There’s no way someone makes a talisman to compliment Hanguang-jun without romantic intent. Mo Xuanyu is privately thrilled to know this, and see what a cutsleeve can do. He is less thrilled to have to work with su she. At least the way to break the spell is funny. Seeing su she stutteringly shout how hanguang-jun is better than him in everyway and then storm out in fury made his year.

The more Mo Xuanyu works on these weird cases, the more he feels like he’s learning about the true nature of the yiling laozu. Unfortunately, most of these cases do not result in easy solutions for the jin, and Mo’s position is just as perilous as before. Worse really, since as his reputation for handling weird borderline demonic stuff, people begin to wonder how, and look to jin sect to see who trained him.

So yeah, Mo Xuanyu gets framed for incest and kicked out of jin tower. He’d always been working with the weird, how far of a stretch would it be to say he’d go mad?

Mo Xuanyu is devistated, all his contacts, all the goodwill he’d earned from other sects and villiages, all gone when that rumor gets out. He can’t bear to face them and see the disgust on their faces

So he decides to turn to the only person who’s weird enough to not judge him

The one person he has enough blackmail on to ensure it.

The yiling laozu

It takes a while, but Mo Xuanyu is very familiar with how the yiling laozu alters talismans and spells at this point, and after three years and a very handy outline from Nie Huasang, he finds a way to bring back the yiling laozu

Without dying

Staring at his hero, his idol, and the biggest pain in his ass, mo xuanyu’s mind is racing. He has so many questions. Which should he ask first? Did u ever tell hanguang-jun u loved him? How’d u handle everyone turning on u? Did u really invent demonic cultivation all on your own?

But in the end the one that slips out is: Why do u have so many spells about radishes?

Wei ying blushes “i had a lot if radishes okay?!!! They were on my mind a lot!”

“That’s an understatement!” Mo xuanyu counters. “Do u have any idea how bad radishes sing? They invented muscial theatre! Theatre!”

“Really? Can I see?!!!” Wei yings eyes light up, and Mo xuanyu realizes he’s made a terrible mistake. The only thing worse than a mad scientists spells is a mad scientist’s curiousity. He’s going to have to follow this guy around the whole of the cultivation world to try and prevent him from making things even weirder!

Ah well, at least he’s not lonely anymore.

#mdzs au #mdzs #mo xuanyu #the untamed au #the untamed #wei ying #wei wuxuan #the yiling laozu #hanguang jun #lan zhan #jin guangyao #su she #lan wangji #Wangxian #yiling laozu lost spells au #mo xuanyu goes through a character arc #i always loved ideas of what he would be like

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Welcome to another edition of Rich People With No Taste. If you can afford this $19.995M, (plus a paltry $74 mo. HOA fee), Mediterranean home in Rancho Santa Fe, California, you can make all 7bds, 9ba, as over-the-top ornate as you like. Who cares, you have staff to clean all the tackiness with a toothbrush.

So, what do tasteless rich people like? Well, they like to put lions in front of their homes. (I have some paper mache lions that I painted pink in mine, b/c I'm a tacky middle class person.)

And, they like marble. Look at the ceilings- each one is dfferent.

They like elaborate carving. That fireplace!

They also like gold, big historic tapestries and paintings, and draperies- yards and yards of swooping, tied-back fabric.

Long halls with fancy walls, curved ceilings, and chandeliers. Lots of chandeliers.

They like tufted upholstered walls and in the home office, a desk fit for royalty, with a big chandelier over it.

They don't cook in or clean the kitchen, so they have fancy carved out counters. Who cares if the help bangs a hip into it?

Super shiny cabinetry with carved details, b/c they don't have to clean the grease off, or climb up to clean a skylight.

Definitely everyday dining room. It's too small to be a formal dining room.

In keeping with current home trends, a family room with a bar is in the open concept kitchen.

Behind the bar. Is that silver bowl a fountain?

Check out the primary bedroom. Yikes! There's so much empty floorspace so you can enjoy full effect of the carpet. Can you imagine how long it would take to vacuum this with a normal sized vacuum?

A huge fireplace is a requirement in the primary.

Check out the en-suite.

Where do you even buy a toilet like that? This ain't no Home Depot stuff.

One of the secondary bedrooms only has a wood floor and store-bought drapes. You have to save some money, somewhere, even though you're rich.

This bath has a larger shower, another gold leaf tub, but a less fancy toilet.

Only 6 seats and flat screen in the home theater? This is unacceptable.

Gigantic laundry room- notice the key in the lock. When you're washing designer clothes, you have to keep it locked.

I wouldn't want to be the one to clean this marble garage floor.

Enter the gated property with a waterfall on the right.

The home sits on 2.70 acres and look at the size of that lap pool. It even has a turnaround.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/6884-Poco-Lago-Rancho-Santa-Fe-CA-92067/2055759984_zpid/

#rich people homes #houses #house tours #home tour

[queen-beefcake-sqx]

Please do your Sanctifying Kim Take!

Perceiving that man through HDB coloured glasses put me off of most fandom depictions of him. Not to mention how absolutely tiny he's depicted when he's of completely average size. (2-3inches shorter than Harry who is above 6ft. Like I get people do be havin size kinks, but that man's not short)

Canon Kim is the most trigger happy cop depicted in the entire game. He shot 6 kids people between working in juvenile detention and processing, is a severely repressed speedfreak with unprocessed grief (still working Dom's cases) and a wild card (not above using Harry's amnesia to manipulate Joyce when he knows him for a couple of hours), who can maybe have 2 Auth over world soggiest superstar but let's be honest don't we all?

He is so petty that he will die in the tribunal if you give away his pen lmao. Like that man is literally two steps above Harry when it comes to being a weird cop, and that's being lovingly understanding. He needs Martinaise just as much as HDB does.

op I am holding your face gently and shaking like a wet chihuahua. you, you get it.

Here’s my thing — as a general theme, I’ve noticed fandom takes seem to lean into the belief that because Harry’s deification of Dora crashed and burned so spectacularly, that (1) deification of Kim would be just as unhealthy and (2) Kim would outright reject that kind of worship.

And like. Okay. I can see how you’d make a case for that, sure. Except as you pointed out Kim is actually really fucking weird, and damaged in his own way, and most importantly — Kim wants to be cool. There’s a purple check that outright states Kim values being perceived as cool FAR MORE than he lets on. I’ve already written a post that mentions how significant it is for Kim that Harry thinks he’s cool, and what I’m gonna say next is an extension of that:

I think, somewhere deep down and repressed, Kim would actually love being deified by someone, and if Harry put in the work to have a healthy relationship with religion, they could actually make that dynamic work.

Long thoughts and explanation under cut:

Alright a little background on me: I was raised Unitarian Universalist and have a history of deifying my lovers. Harry’s anguish over Dora was very heartbreakingly familiar (although I didn’t destroy my life quite as spectacularly), and the way Harry uses inquiry to engage with belief systems (personal, political, scientific, and religious) is VERY Unitarian. One of our precepts is literally the constant and continuous search for truth and meaning in the world, and that’s Harry’s whole MO. So a lot of this is personal experience coloring interpretation.

A few years ago I wrote a piece of meta about why Tian Guan Ci Fu, a novel about a worshiper’s love for a prince turned god, is better treated as a fairy tale instead of a typical character-driven novel. I bring this up because in the meta I set forth that there were three really big themes that the story teaches us about divinity:

Books Two and Four encapsulate Xie Lian’s biggest lesson - that no one person can hope to end all suffering, even a god, and that putting a person on a pedestal places unachievable expectations upon them.

The rest of the books deal with two different but tangential lessons — devotion means seeing the best in people, regardless of their flaws; devotion also means inevitable destruction when you are not valued to the same degree.

I bring this up because, incidentally, these are the EXACT same themes that Disco Elysium deals with in regards to deification and devotion. I firmly believe the rest of the text about Innocences corroborates this, but even just looking at Harry and Dora, these themes are SCREAMINGLY relevant. Harry destroyed himself when Dora, his Innocence and god, left him. Their relationship was never really equal — there was a class difference, the abortion and difference in want for parenthood, the fact she walked out on him at least one before. Harry placed Dora on such a high pedestal that he set her up to fail him when she couldn’t handle Harry’s addiction and deteriorating mental health at a job she encouraged him to pursue.

Because a really important caveat about those themes I didn’t elaborate on — “regardless of flaws” doesn’t mean never acknowledging them. I really think Harry got into his head that Dora could truly do no wrong and found himself increasingly hurt and floundering when she proved just how wrong that was, and instead of acknowledging things they BOTH needed to work on — to do better, to improve, to grow — Harry got angry, resentful, and depressed and Dora got out of there.

And I don’t blame her, nor anybody else who did the same. I don’t blame Jean’s anger with Harry’s carelessness with his life, even if the way he expresses it is actively harmful. But the problem is Harry is a vast, vast soul — he feels things very deeply and extremely. I like fics where he learns to work through it and love a person to a Normal(tm) degree, but there’s a part of me deep down that feels like that is impossible for him. There is vitriol or there is devotion and there is little to nothing in-between for him, and for him a healthy relationship isn’t less devotional/religious as much as it is reconceptualizing what it means to be divine — stealing from my TGCF meta, he needs to remember that deities were human before they were ever his god, and as someone who’s worked as a cop, he should KNOW how messy humans are.

And minus himself, fuck if there isn’t a human messier than Kim Kitsuragi.

I’ve written a bit about Kim’s self-image and the significance of Harry finding him cool before. Kim is honestly a mess. He’s implied to be still struggling with the death of his partner some time in the past, is trigger happy and hates it, and is also implied to be ostracized from his coworkers. Kim does his job because he genuinely thinks it’s one of the only ways he can do good under a military regime that’s got airships ready to attack at a moment’s sign of rebellion. He smokes one cigarette a way to challenge his own volition and give off an air of untouchability because he has to be cool, he has to, he has no power in his life if he doesn’t!

But I genuinely believe that cool is tested at every turn, and I think there’s very few people who see the cool without seeing everything else about him — all the things he’s ashamed of, that make him feel lesser or othered. And Harry sees all those things over time, with a thorough enough run — he learns about “Kimball” and the bad eyesight and his fierce protection of his status as a “true Revacholiere”.

But it’s day one that Harry can call Kim cool. Regardless of flaws you uncover or not, Harry can see Kim as someone to be admired. Because that’s what Harry does with people he likes. And when was the last time anyone called Kim cool and meant it genuinely?

I think it’s noteworthy that Kim tries to stay humble when Harry gets excited about Kim — he downplays himself or pulls Harry out of flights of fancy about the degree of his “coolness”. He reminds Harry that he’s human… even if inwardly he preens at praise and recognition. (I’m too lazy to go through the Fayde viewer right now to back myself up, but just really pay attention to his Empathy checks sometime). Kim keeps Harry from constantly putting him on a pedestal like he did to Dora.

It’s also noteworthy that regardless of what a hot mess you are re: addiction, Kim still respects you as a detective and will defend you to your precinct. Remember that third theme, about relational devotion? Devotion doesn’t work if you’re deifying someone who doesn’t respect you, and thus won’t hold you to the standard of their divinity. There’s a thing in teaching where teachers want to shy away from difficult or disruptive students, thinking we’re accommodating them when in reality we’re not challenging them and are disrespecting their right to learn. Respect also means setting boundaries and trust, and I don’t know how much of either Dora and Harry had by the end.

Kim sets boundaries right off — No, we will not talk about the pissing contest until the field autopsy is done, don’t even try asking again. Yes, I do think now is a bad time for a drink and you should stop being careless with your life. No I will not tell you a secret about myself. Kim isn’t afraid to draw lines in the sand with Harry, because not only does he respect himself, but he wants to see that Harry respects him, too.

And in exchange, Kim displays his respect openly in front of peers — in front of the organization he’s worked to protect his reputation within — to defend Harry. Known drunk, bad-cop-or-cop-with-bad-days, sad sack Harry Du Bois. It’s acknowledgement from the object of his devotion that he’s done good work and can do more, if he keeps putting in the work to get better.

The point is — I don’t think Harry can change how he loves people, I think its just inherent to who he is as a person, but devoting himself to the altar of Kim Kitsuragi might actually work, if only because Kim wants that worship and will hold Harry accountable for not letting it consume them both.

#say more sadie #sadie writes meta #disco elysium #kimharry #I have so many more words about this but it’s less meta and more just hypothesizing how this kind of love would develop #I just realized I linked the same meta post twice lmao I don’t even care

[s0dium]

He's Toxic

Ex!Gojo x Reader

Summary: In which you cant get your mind off of your abusive toxic ex, Gojo Satoru

Warnings: Blow jobs, cum eating, choking, dubcon

Its toxic. 

You know it's toxic, even dangerous. 

And it's not that ‘all in your head crap.’ Your friends tell you everyday that your relationship with him is not normal, your parents even banned him from coming to the house, hell, the cops that were called on you and him by your neighbors is proof that what you and he have, is toxic.

And yet, you can't help but be plagued by him. It's all there is in your mind. 

Gojo, Gojo, Gojo.  

How many times have you blocked and unblocked him, what, at least 6? Its like nothing satisfies you anymore. No matter the abundance of men you sleep through, drugs you take, alcohol you drink, all your mind seems to want to stick to is Gojo.

~

3 Text Message from Gojo

I'm drunk

Come here

*Location

You stare at your phone before letting out a sigh and grabbing the half empty bottle of beer by your bed and downing the rest. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror on the dresser and shuddered. Dark circles resided under your eyes and your hair was so messy it was practically sticking up. There was no use in fighting it anymore, of course you were gonna go. Your oversized t-shirt slipped off your shoulder, revealing a medium sized scar. 

You see this baby? Its a sign that your mine, I own this body princess. 

You shuddered at the memory that echoed in your ear. The worst part? He was right, every word. 

Well if you're gonna see him you might as well go all out. 

~

You could feel the eyes of men on you as you walked into the night club. And who could blame them? You made sure to wear your most revealing black dress, one that shaped your curves and executed your cleavage. Purple and pink neon fluorescent lights illuminated the place as you shifted by the people dancing and drinking. You could hear the muffled sound of music playing throughout the club, the slow rhythm practically vibrating the room.

“Hey” 

You turn around to see Shoko standing behind you, a cigarette in between her lips and a sullen look in her eyes. “He’s in there.” She points to one of the VIP rooms and you nod a thanks before you feel a hand grab yours. 

“Y/n….. you know you dont have to keep doing this right?.” Her facial expressions seem sad, sympathetic, making you grimace before embracing your best friend. Then you pull apart, giving her a soft smile. 

“I know.” Your voice is barely above a whisper.  You turn around and you can tell that she is watching as you open the door to the VIP room. 

When the door shuts, so does a majority of the sound from the outside is left behind leaving the muffled sound of music. The room was lit in a purple hue of lights and surrounding the table covered in bottles of alcohol was a large couch. Your eyes travel to the figure in the middle of the couch, sitting legs spread, head thrown back so you can see his Adam’s apple. Without even looking at you he beckons you with his hand and you walk forward until you're standing next to him. Slowly he looks up, cocking his head to the side with a smirk on his face. You can see his sapphire eyes that glint from behind his circular sunglasses.

“Come here.” He grabs the back of your head and guides your mouth to his, enrapturing you in a kiss. It’s slow, messy, almost desperate. 

“Missed you baby.” He mumbles and you hum, snaking a hand into his white hair and tangling your fingers in the soft tufts. When you break away a string of spit connects your mouths and your left panting. 

“On your knees.” 

You clench your jaw and do what he says. The floor feels cool on your knees and you gaze through watch full eyes as he unbuckles his belt and pulls out a fully hard dick. Saliva pools in the back of your mouth as you wrap your hands around his shaft. You tilt your head to lick a fat strip up the underside of his dick before pressing a kiss on the red tip and slowly taking his length into your wet mouth. You move your head to swallow as much as his length as you could and for what you couldn’t, you started to Jack off with your hand. You begin to bob your head  up and down, looking up at him with watery dough eyes that make Gojo shudder.

“So good for me….” He groans. Gojos eyes start to become half lidded, mouth slightly open, his breath starting to become irregular. You reach between his thighs to stroke his balls, knowing what he likes the most, and a loud moan echos through the room. It makes you eager, sucking him harder, wanting to hear more of those sounds coming from him. Suddenly he grabs the back of your head and forces your face all the way down so your nose is buried in his happy trail. The tip of his dick hits the back of your throat making you gab violently, and you claw at his thighs to get you to breathe to no avail. 

“Just breath through your nose darling, you can take it.” He chuckles before brutally thrusting into your mouth. Fat tears poured down your face, messing up your mascara and blurring your vision. You hated this. You hated how he’d use you and then throw you away. You wanted to go home so badly but at the same time you wanted to be needed more than anything. 

“Oh fuck I’m close.”

The grip in your hair was becoming tighter with every thrust into your tight channel, but he didn’t care. His skin was practically buzzing from the mixture of alcohol, drugs, and onslaught of pleasure. 

“Oh fu-”

His hips stilled and you winced when you felt hot thick liquid hit the back of your mouth and slide down your throat. You swallow thickly, opening your mouth to show that nothing was left making him smile. 

“Good girl, such a good girl, you know I love you right?.” 

You nod as he wipes the tears from your eyes, the heat of his hand making you nestle into him. 

“Love you too.” 

#jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #gojo x reader #gojo smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #sukuna smut

[megamindsecretlair]

Get To Know Me Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @nerdieforpedro 😚 for anyone who cares, here's a bit about me! 🥹

General rule: I may overshare in dms and authors notes sometimes but Im generally a private person 🤣 to the point Ive lost friends over it. ive been working with my coworkers for 3 years and they dont know shit about me 🤣 I juss really love yall and feel safe with yall so here we go!

1. Were you named after anyone?

No. My mom didnt want our names to announce who we were on applications so we all got regular smegular names. My name is of Irish origin so my yt folks customer service voice got ppl thinkin I have red hair. I mean....technically yes but its buried under my braids 🤣

2. When was the last time you cried?

At the end of The Marvels. The first end credit had me in real, actual tears. On a more serious note, I last cried before my grandma died. Yall, its fn hard being a caretaker. I was not built Ford Tuff.

3. Do you have kids?

*ahem* 🗣🗣 fuck no! 🤣🤣🤣 I dont even have nieces or nephews. Kids make me nervous and Im pretty sure they can smell the fear on me. 🤣

4. What sports do you play/ have you played?

I played basketball and softball in HS. I love and miss softball all the time even though my big behind HATES running.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Sarcasm is one of my love languages. I put that shit on everything 🤣 Physical Touch is my main one since we sharing.

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Ooof, tough. Depends. Some quirk like glasses, lisp, moles. How they walk/talk, the way they laugh. I am a lurker by trade. Overly shy kid and writer by nature will do that to ya.

7. What is your eye color?

Dark brown. When that sun hits 🫠🫠🫦

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I am a HUGE scaredy cat. I dont do scary movies nothin! Happy endings over here! 🤸🏽‍♀️ I will enjoy a thriller but only behind my hands and mostly starring Matthew Lillard.

9. Any talents?

.....no? I have a bunch of useless knowledge or trivia that no one asked for but ya gonna get 🤣 . Juss realized writing is considered a talent 😭 so that too 🤣

10. Where were you born?

US, West Coast baybeee

11. What are your hobbies?

Obvs, writing. Reading, sewing, cons, tarot, tv, listening to music, video games (xbox, switch, PC girlie) , Marvel. Marvel is a hobby. I will talk your ear off. That is both a threat and a promise 😚

12. Do you have any pets?

I have two gorgeous Boston Terriers who run me into the ground every day. Idk why my mom thought two was okay 🫠🫠 my Black ass tide 🥲 👏🏽

13. How tall are you?

Fun sized 5'3 and a half 👏🏽👏🏽🤣 pear shaped. I got ass for days but in the itty bitty titty committee. 😭😭😭😭😭

14. Favorite subject in high school?

Definitely English. My English teacher was so fine 🥲🥲 thats not WHY it was my fave but can ya blame me 😩 I loved reading the books but I hated the themes they shoved down our throats. What if that wasnt MY interpretation of the book??? Hmmm? Some faves include: Their Eyes Were Watching God (Teacake 🥵🥵🥵), Brave New World, Bright Lights Big City (probably where my love of second person is from) , Bronx Masquerade, and The Outsiders. And FUCK the Great Gatsby. If I hear about that damn green light one 👏🏽 mo 👏🏽 fn 👏🏽 time 👏🏽😩😡 and FUCK Of Mice and Men, he aint have to do all that in the end. And DOUBLE FUCK I Know Why the Caged Bird sings. Turned my stomach when she described the SA. Lemme stop 🥴

15. Dream Job?

Writer. I will publish, I will be successful, and I will live the life I want. I claim it 😩 on my Octavia Butler, NK Jemisin, Danielle Allen shit 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

Whew! That was fun 😭🤣

No pressure tags: @mybonafidefeelings @bratzmaraj @braverthanthenewworld @multiversefanfics @chaos-4baby @westside-rot @saturn-rings-writes @notapradagurl7 @wide-nose-and-wonderful @blowmymbackout @blackerthings @harmshake @targaryenvampireslayer and who wants to do one. I love learning bout my moots.

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[thot-of-khonshu]

Passenger (Frankie Morales x f! Reader)

Sequel to Shotgun

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f! Reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: The man you met on Halloween is filled with many secrets but you can’t wait to find them out.

Content: Drug use, fingering, oral sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex p in v

A/N: Thank you guys SO SO SO much for your patience. Life was super hectic for the past few weeks and I’m so excited to be back. Thank you for your kind words on Shotgun and I hope you enjoy part two!!

He was punctual.

Another new thing you learned about Frankie Morales was that if you asked him to be somewhere at 7, he’d get to your apartment at 6:45.

Oh, his last name was also an additional thing you had just learned about him. Morales. Mo-ra-les. You loved the way it sounded on your tongue, just like how you loved the way he felt on yours.

As much as he wanted to cover a shield of mystery surrounding him, you were getting to know Frankie a lot more after that night on Halloween that you had met.

You missed his warm smile, his dimples, his curls, the way his eyes would crinkle when you’d talked to him. You’d replayed the night you two had spent together over and over as if it was a movie. Except you could actually feel the way his rough hands wrapped around your waist and pushed his body into yours.

It had been a long, long week without him but he’d been in constant contact with you, although he claimed he “wasn’t much of a texter.” But you liked the effort, it showed you he cared.

You’d wanted to see him earlier in the week but you didn’t want to push it. Maybe a week is a good enough time and absence makes the heart grow fonder. But thinking about Frankie made you flushed. You didn’t just want the weed or the sex, you had felt so comfortable around him and it was a luxury that was hard to come by.

So when the two of you had finally made concrete plans for a Saturday night date, you had to stop yourself from texting “yes” too abruptly. So here you were in your apartment, clothes and makeup strewn out so you could look absolutely perfect for Frankie.

Not wanting Frankie to wait too much longer, you’d quickly finished your look by applying some light gloss to your lips. You wanted to keep it casual so a short white sundress with a denim jacket in case it got chilly out was the way to go. You looked good, you felt good. You just wanted to get into that damn truck already and be with him.

You’d texted him you were ready and not even three minutes later you’d heard a knock at your door. Giving yourself one final look over, you opened the door and it was as if someone had knocked the wind out of you when you met his dark brown eyes.

His broad frame leaned casually to a wall in your hallway, looking like your wet dream from an 80’s teen movie. His jeans were slightly dirty on the knees, he wore flannel along with a grey T-shirt and he covered his curls with the same Standard Oil cap you’d seen in his car the first time you’d kissed.

Seven days apart suddenly felt like an eternity.

He met your eyes, looking over at you with a side smirk that exposed his dimple as he bent down to kiss you on the cheek. Only when he pulled out a small bouquet of flowers from behind his back did you realize he was hiding them.

“I hope it’s not too small.” He shyly averted your eyes. Was he ashamed of the size?

You took the flowers from him and smiled earnestly. “They’re beautiful. I feel very lucky.”

The smirk he gave you made your whole body rush with heat. You were ready for the night to begin.

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The car ride to the restaurant was easy enough. At first, you were drenched in nerves, picking your fingers, your dress, wondering if you had chosen the right outfit. You hadn’t been this nervous about a date since fucking high school.

It was only when he slid his large hand on top of your knee that your nerves seemed to have watered down.

At dinner, Frankie was far more wordy than your daily texts. He asked everything about the days in between, asking about your friends he had met at the party and how long you’d known them. He almost didn’t let you get a word in with your own questions. You’d never met a man so interested in your own life, you were so used to them feeling interesting enough to fill up their own conversations with their own shit. Frankie wasn’t one of those men.

He was salt of the Earth. He was authentic. He was real.

You couldn’t believe his military stories, talking about his time with Benny, Will and Santi. The four of them seemed thick as thieves so when he wanted to move into the area, he knew it would be inevitable that he’d live with the Miller boys.

When you’d asked again why he’d moved into town, he averted his eyes. “I just needed to make a change. Maybe that’s another story for another day.” He’d quickly said.

You thought it was strange, but you let it go as soon as his fingers intertwined with yours.

“I’m just so damn happy I got to see you again.” Frankie smiled.

“I’m surprised you recognize me without the halo.” You winked back at him.

“I still see an angel in front of me.” Frankie chuckled.

You rolled your eyes and laughed along with him. “You’re lucky you’re so cute or else that would’ve been so damn corny.”

“You mean I’m not suave with pickup lines like Benjamin?” Frankie laughed, remembering his friend’s not so smooth moves with you.

“You don’t need those lines. You honestly just exist and it’s like you could get any girl you want.”

Frankie snorted. “Where have you been?”

“Waiting for you.” You retorted. He lifted your hand to press his lips on your fingers.

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After dinner, the two of you drove over to the Millers’ house. You blared the radio, making him laugh as you sang off key to the classic rock blasting through his speakers. He rested his hand on your thigh, occasionally slipping up under your skirt with torturous restraint at your underwear.

When you’d gotten to the house, it was completely dark. Frankie stated Benny and Will were with their parents on a camping trip which was perfect timing for what he had planned for you.

“And what exactly are these big plans?” You smirked at him, his arms wrapped around you with reckless abandon.

His large palm caressed your face as your lips met. An immediately hungry kiss, you felt Frankie’s tongue on yours as he gripped your ass walking towards the couch. He tossed his phone to the other side of the furniture as you ran your fingers through his curls.

“This is all I’ve been thinking about all week.” He grinned into your mouth. Things were perfect.

Suddenly your kiss was interrupted by the illumination of Frankie’s screen. When he’d gone to pick it up and see, you couldn’t help but observe:

Vanessa.

A million questions had suddenly made a stampede through your brain and instead of Frankie answering any single one of them, he looked at you and the screen and hesitated.

“I’m so sorry, I have to take this.” Frankie quickly said, briskly walking out of the room as you sat there in silence.

On one hand, you felt like you had no room to overreact. You had just met this man and if there was anyone else in his life, there’s no obligation to be loyal to you. On the other hand, how rude is it to answer another girl’s call in the middle of a date? But what if it was his sister? But what if it wasn’t and you’re wasting your time with someone who you thought was “different”?

Any more thoughts that came piling into your head were suddenly silent when you heard the door creak open and Frankie come back into the room. He had a blank look on his face as he sat next to you, nervously carding at his hair under his cap.

“I’m sorry about that.” He definitely sounded guilty.

“It’s fine.” You definitely weren’t.

“I mean it, I wouldn’t have taken it if it wasn’t important.” And that’s supposed to make you feel better?

“No, Frankie. Don’t worry about it at all. You don’t owe me any explanations, we just met.” You tried to say as casually as possible. The way Frankie was looking at you was proof that he wasn’t buying it.

After a beat of silence, you saw Frankie’s eyes shut as he let out a sigh.

“Vanessa is my ex.”

Your heart sank.

“Our daughter just wanted to say goodnight. She’s four. And I know you don’t want any explanations, but I thought you should know that was the only thing going on.” Frankie said.

“Why don’t you live with her?” You asked dumbly, as if that would clear up the large number of questions you still had for Frankie. A daughter? A young daughter?

“Shit just got really bad for me there. I needed to come here and make a new start. For her. For me. Look, you seem like you have your shit together. You don’t wanna get mixed up with a guy like me. I like you, a lot, and I know we just met. So if this is too much, I understand if you wanna walk away.”

Another long beat of silence as you sat there digesting Frankie’s information. If he was a dad, that’s perfectly fine but what exactly happened to make him move in with Benny and Will? His daughter still wanted to speak with him so that’s a good sign.

You also thought of the good signs Frankie had given you. His thirst to know everything about your life and your body. The laughs you shared high and sober. This was someone you wanted in your life, and until he gave you a reason not to trust him, why not take that chance?

“I can’t make my own decisions?” You looked up at him.

“You’re young, beautiful and brilliant. Girls like you go after guys like Benny.”

“Didn’t we just talk about how Benny was a jackass when I first met him?” He looked back up at you.

“You wouldn’t believe how many girls that line would actually work on.”

“I’m not those girls, I’m me.” You reached out to rub his hands.

“I know. You’re different. In the best way, and if you let me prove it to you I promise I’ll—“

You laid on top of him, shushing him with a kiss. “You don’t need to prove anything to me. We just need to enjoy our time together. Isn’t that enough?”

He nodded, a hint of heat in those warm brown eyes. You knew you were about to sink as he pressed his lips onto yours, sharing a tender kiss.

You planted soft kisses along his jaw, marking the open patches of skin as he leaned back onto one of the pillows, spreading his legs to allow you to straddle him.

You missed the way his arms felt around your waist, tight and almost possessive, like he was afraid you’d float away from him and this was some sort of dream.

You were waiting for someone to pinch you, too.

When you met his lips, your kisses became hungrier, a need that you wouldn’t be sure that could be filled in one night.

You’d never been this hungry for someone. It almost felt carnal the way you craved Frankie all over you. Your skin felt on fire whenever he touched you and you just didn’t want it to stop.

“I missed the way you tasted, baby.” He muttered against your lips.

Turns out he had some wishes of his own, too.

The two of you didn’t waste any time. He stripped off your clothes slowly, letting his eyes wander all over your naked body so he could admire you. He said he didn’t get the proper chance in the car and now was his chance. You couldn’t believe how gorgeous he was. Tan and toned with a hint of a belly from age. With his grays poking out he looked mature and refined. It only made you want him more.

While you took him in your mouth, he savored the first few minutes. He reveled in how eager you were to fit his entire cock into your mouth and it made you wet and yearning for him even more when he said you were “such a good fucking girl”.

When you’d looked up after a few moments you’d seen that he’d taken the joint that was behind his ear and lit it. When he inhaled, you managed to take him all the way down to your throat and the face he had made was pure bliss.

He had you smoke the joint before he put his fingers into you, he wanted to prep you.

“I missed the way you felt.” You said involuntarily. This only caused Frankie to sinisterly grin at you as he pumped his fingers into you at a faster pace. You felt yourself tighten around him, your wetness echoing through the room as the buildup became more and more unbearable. When he brought his lips to your clit, you knew you weren’t going to last long at all.

Cumming into Frankie’s mouth was a quick trip to Heaven. He moaned into your shaking orgasm, making sure to take every last drop of you before he put you back onto his lap.

He planted gentle kisses onto you as you lined up on top of him. The exchange was silent, but it was if your eyes had done the communication. You wanted him to know you weren’t going anywhere. You barely knew Frankie but you were his.

He entered you slowly, trying to fit as much as himself into you as you would allow.

“I got you ready and you’re still so tight for me, baby.” He muttered under his breath. You couldn’t talk, you were completely lost in how full you felt from him moving inside of you, molding himself into your body and you wished he would never leave.

He moved slowly into you, letting you savor every single movement as he gripped your waist to the point where you saw his knuckles whiten.

Like the first time you’d met, you decided to make the first move. You sank onto him as the only thing you could hear were your whines as you moved on top of him in a circular motion.

It wasn’t fair that Frankie Morales was so hot and felt that good. You were used to boys trying to pump in and out of you like thieves, stealing pleasure exclusively for themselves while you reflect on your blink or you’ll miss it experience.

Frankie took his time inside of you. Once he’d gathered himself, he began to press small, gentle circles onto your clit. Once he felt you, he couldn’t help but make a noise.

Once you’d gotten into a rhythm you moved faster on top of him, loving the feeling of how full he made you that quickly and constantly chasing the high. You bounced on top of him as he nipped on one of your breasts, grabbing you harder.

“Fuck, just like that, baby. You look so good milking my cock like this.” He moaned.

“I—I’m not gonna last, Frankie. I’m gonna c—cum again.” You were shocked that you could talk mid bouncing, each thrust knocked the wind out of you.

“Fuck, that’s right. Cum all over my cock like the good little girl you are. Fuck, baby, fuuuuuuuck.”

Frankie came soon after, rutting into you as he spilled himself inside. The two of you cling to each other, sweaty and panting. You weren’t ready to have him out of you yet.

When you finally got off of him, his cum leaking in your walls, you laid down next to him. He swiped the juices from between your legs with two fingers, putting the digits in his mouth and then meeting yours. Cum, sweat, weed. The two of you tasted exquisite together.

“Wow.” Frankie breathlessly panted.

“So…if that’s our first date…” You giggle.

“I’m gonna seriously have to step my game up for the second one.” Frankie heaved. “You wore me out.”

“That’s mighty presumptuous of you.” You grinned at him. Frankie looked worried for a moment and you kissed him for reassurance. “It was a joke. I’m sorry, I had to.”

“I guess you’re gonna have to make it up to me then.” He said, he wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin atop your head. You could get used to this.

“Stay?” He nibbled into your ear.

And just like when he offered you your first joint together, when he sat with you in his car and when he asked you out…the words came out with zero hesitation. Frankie had so much mystery, but you’d be lying if you didn’t want to explore more of him.

“Yes.”

#frankie morales fluff #frankie morales smut #Frankie catfish morales #triple frontier #triple frontier smut #Frankie morales x you #Frankie catfish morales x you #Francisco morales #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal #Frankie morales x y/n

[pixelchills]

Dolldrops ~ a year after (short fic/drabble)

So it has been a bit over a year since Chill adopted the celestial dolls to be their little roommates. Sun and Moon were excited, nervous, and kind of confused about what their future with a completely new human might be.

Many things have changed since they moved in, and it is mostly due to Chill's nature of making others feel safe and appreciated the way they are.

Which, in Sunny and Moony's case - was letting their doll coding that had been hidden behind all the fear and trauma of needing to stay hidden and unnoticed in Mrs Flora's house finally surface.

What does this mean, you may ask?

Let's go back to the very beginning.

The Dolldrops were designed to become little playmates for the children in the new jungle gym area in the Megaplex. They were also going to be rentable birthday guests. Despite their original coding to take care of others, especially children, being very permanent in their AI, there was another coded change that was purposeful for the smaller bodies: to be taken care of.

So, while Dolldrop Sun and Moon were still loving to do the original things they were designed to do, they also had a code which made them love things like being carried like babies; being pampered and looked after; it was supposed to be their new purpose when playing with children. Sun and Moon were not only meant to look after them, but let the children learn to look after and take care of those smaller in size; like younger siblings for example. The dolls' purpose was educational in a safe way.

But of course, they never got to fill in that purpose, and the trauma from losing their home, being separated from the same body and mind, trying to adjust into smaller, much clumsier babydoll bodies... it made their lives harder to an extent their new coding did not have resources to surface.

And then they were made to stay hidden, in the hands of someone who didn't quite understand how advanced they were, the loneliness of sitting in the closet until the sun went down for years and years. Until Moon saw the fire in the distance. And the events that followed to make them meet Chill.

So, what has changed when their doll code has been able to surface? After they'd had room to heal, a place to be themselves and enjoy things they never even thought of before?

First of all, Sun and Moon have been finding themselves a bit more... childish.

They knew their original coding was designed to enjoy child-like activities, they worked with children after all. But the way they'd sometimes react to things, enjoy something, get upset or overly confused like kids do, was new. It wasn't as extreme, and it wasn't as unbearably annoying and hard to fix like some children were sometimes, but it was new.

Sunny learned the love of being cradled close to Chill's chest and falling asleep during his charge comforting. It wasn't only after nightmares or just from the fear of being lonely anymore. It was the comfort he found in the position, like a baby sleeping in its mother's arms. He just loved it.

Moony found a new side of himself too, after getting more comfortable showing his vulnerabilities to the human. He needed stimuli. And to everyone's surprise, he found it with his own thumb. He became a thumb sucker.

Chill tried to offer him a binky, but Moon didn't like it and gave it to Sunny instead. That's fine, Chill used to be a thumb sucker too until they were 6 years old.

Moon's favourite place to nap became Chill's lap. When they were working on the computer, watching something, or just sitting down, a flash of something blue could be seen and then there was a doll curled up on their lap like a cat. Chill became very used to having a lap warmer on their thighs as soon as they were about to lower their butt somewhere.

Crying was allowed. Sometimes things got a bit harsh with the confusing new feelings and traumatising memories for such small bodies. Hugs and cuddles were given, tears were wiped away; Chill was more than ok providing a safe place for the dolls to let all their feelings out and helped through. The human might have not been very sure about their own emotions all the time, but robot feelings were a bit clearer than their own human feelings sometimes. Funnily enough.

Despite Sunny and Moony finding new types of emotions and needs after living with Chill, their original caretaker code did not vanish. No, they were still parenting Chill like they were one of the kids in the Daycare sometimes, and offering comfort to the human when they were in desperate need of it. Chill loved their little dolls like their own children or pets, and the dolls loved Chill like their guardian or best friend.

And then, one day, Chill brought another small robot to their house...

#foreshadowing my next post #hey kids heres your father #casually gives chill a tiny robot bf #dolldrops #chill #pixel writes

[t0yearnf0r]

Rating SVSSS characters based on how big I think their boobs would be/are

10. Meng Mo - I don’t want to think about this old man’s boobs, thanks.

9.Yue Qingyuan - just gives me small titty vibes. Small tits for a man with an even smaller personality.

8. Zhuzhi-lang - Tianlang-Jun struggled enough with giving him a human body, I don’t think he would be able to give Zhuzhi-lang big boobs, no matter how much he deserves them.

7. Liu Qingge- Liu Qingge, despite being powerful, is built like a beanpole and you can’t convince me otherwise.

6. Shang Qinghua - has boobs that are slightly smaller than average. They’re nice, Mobei-jun likes them, but Shang Qunghua likes Mobei-jun’s boobs even more.

5. Su Xiyan - I don’t know enough about her to accurately rate titty size, but I think average is a safe choice.

4.Shen Yuan - his boobs are average but Binghe refuses to admit it. He’s adamant that they’re the best boobs in the world. And they are, because boob taste is subjective. All boobs are good.

3. Mobei-jun - borderline big boobs. More often than not his shirts do the thing, and Shang Qinghua loves it. They’re mesmerising.

2. Luo Binghe - look, we’ve all already come to an agreement that Luo Binghe titties are MASSIVE. This isn’t even a discussion. He canonically has a titty window ffs. They’re cushions, Shen Yuan sleeps on them.

1. Tianlang-jun - where do you think Binghe gets it from? Because it isn’t Su Xiyan. Something had to draw her in. Badonkerdonks. Honkers. Boop boop.

#mxtx #svsss #scum villain #scum villain self saving system #shen qingqiu #Shen yuan #luo binghe #zhuzhi lang #liu qingge #shang qinghua #mobei jun #tianlang jun #the awaited conclusion

[mayalaen]

my server vs netflix

Long post for a few mutuals who asked about this 🏴‍☠️

Netflix (according to the geeks on server forums -- so this could be off a bit) has individual servers that hold about 100TB of data each, and Netflix claims they have around 18,000 servers worldwide.

Netflix has about 3000 movies and 1800 TV shows available in the United States at any given time. It varies in other countries, but is similar.

This is my server below (pen for size comparison and purple sticky note covering the super bright blue light that bores into my brain)

It's got 5 drive bays, and right now I have 60TB of storage space in it (meaning it's just a little smaller than one of Netflix's servers), and only 37TB of which is currently used. I can easily expand with add-on bays once I fill up the 60TB.

I currently have 4470 movies and 862 TV series, all with closed captioning that I've curated and about 100 of the TV shows have bonus scenes and specials included.

My server cost me about $2700: $1200 for the 5-bay box and the rest was spent on hard drives over the course of 2 years -- 5 inside the server and 6 backup drives. I bought good drives when they were on sale.

I spent another $300 on a range extender for my house so mom and dad could watch in their bedrooms without interruption.

My home internet costs $50 a month and I'm able to serve friends and family in the US, Canada, Europe, and Australia. It's not always accessible (sorry Australia and your shitty internet), but it's up most of the time.

I never take movies/TV shows off of my server, and all the TV shows have their original DVD soundtracks, so nobody has to worry I'm going to remove their faves or ruin soundtracks.

I take requests from anyone, adding it when I find it with no judgement on content.

I don't charge anyone for using my server, and yet I'm paying less than I used to for internet and streaming services.

My payments for internet and streaming for my business and two family houses (Charlie's house and my house) used to be $900 A MONTH ($450 of it was the business internet because ISPs gouge businesses even though the internet usage at the shop is less than home).

Just before I quit Cox Internet, they were about to raise the cost and my new total would've been $1000 per month.

My monthly payments are now $220 for internet service and streaming services. So within just a few months, the server paid for itself.

I still have YouTube TV, Netflix x2 (one for each house), Hulu, and Discovery+.

I'm not saying the average person can set this up, but I want to make it clear that streaming services aren't the mysterious, unknowable magic that people think they are.

They're just servers (hard drives) with data on them and a good internet connection.

Anyone can set up a home server. You don't need a $1200 box like mine. Even an old computer/laptop or single hard drive will work.

A brand new 2TB good-quality hard drive that could hold about 1000 movies or 60-80 TV series would only cost $60 plus another $29 for a basic enclosure/case. (I bought mine from NewEgg for backups)

I use Plex as my media server program. It has a free version and a paid version. I bought the lifetime pass on sale for $90. It goes on sale 2-3 times a year. There are other programs out there too, including Kodi, which has a Netflix skin so it looks like you're using Netflix.

Plex and other programs like it already have a huge library of metadata, so I didn't have to create my own cover art or fill in any other information other than title & year for movies or title + season + episode number for TV shows.

Careful naming of files and sorting in properly-named folders is all you need to have this:

It took me about 3 months to download and organize most of the movies and TV shows in between working and taking care of my home/family. Now I update the server once a week and it takes about 2 hours a week to download/update new TV shows and movies.

I wasn't able to torrent when I had Cox Internet, but the new $50/month ISP doesn't give a shit. Even so, I use a VPN, which is $9 a month just in case they ever decide to get touchy about torrenting.

The server does regular maintenance on itself, and I have backups of everything.

I realize not everyone has the tech skills to set something like this up, but even if one tech person in the family or circle of friends has the ability, they could serve around 60 people.

The most I've had streaming at one time was 10 separate people watching different things, and my server handled it with no problem.

Others on the server forum claim they've maxed out around 25 people simultaneously watching, but 60 people is the number suggested because not everybody will watch at the same time.

Streaming, as it currently works, does NOT support anyone related to the creation of TV shows and movies.

Hopefully this will change, but even if it does, that doesn't change the fact that I can easily support creators myself by buying their DVDs, merch, going to cons, and donating to them or their projects directly.

Right now, pirating movies and TV shows doesn't hurt creators because streaming services and big studios are the main villains, and if all you did was donate $5 to your favorite TV show/movie, you'd be giving them more than if you streamed their content as many times as you wanted each month on a big streaming service.

I have movies and TV shows on my server that aren't even available from content creators anymore due to greedy CEOs and execs who dump their content for tax breaks.

If more people switched to using their own servers, MAYBE it would scare the greedy assholes into paying content creators what they deserve, but in the meantime it's a great way to enjoy content that was created to be shared and to support the creators.

EDIT: I need to add that streaming a TV show/movie as much as possible in the first few weeks of the release date DOES help the show get renewed and the movie execs are more likely to buy future movies, so please stream as much as possible then to help content creators. After that time is up and the streaming service moves on, then it's totally fine to pirate.

#servers #real life #technology #streaming #about me #long post

[redheadspark]

For your Autumn Prompt:

“what are you doing?” - “making a leaf angel.” & coffee date. With Oliver Wood

A/N: YAS! I love me a Oliver Wood Prompt! Thanks Stella!!

Leaf Angel

Summary: Autumn, in your opinion, was the best time of year at Hogwarts. Your quidditch loving boyfriend felt the same too

Warnings: Nothing but fluff :)

Autumn. You loved that season.

In your opinion, it was the best season. As soon as you saw the leaves turning in the different shades of orange and red, and your felt the first sensations of a crisp morning against you cheek as you would head to class, you knew Autumn had arrived at Hogwarts. No more hiding under the trees to escape the heat, no more sweating against your forehead and getting bug bites all along your arms.

Nope. Autumn made everything better.

Everything about Autumn was amazing and thrilling. Apple Cider drinks for dinner at the Great Hall, pumpkins the size of a muggle car outside of Hagrid's cottage, and the sweet scent of fresh maple syrup on the table during breakfast to glaze over the pumpkin pancakes that were one of Helga Hufflepuff's oldest recipes.

Your boyfriend also loved Autumn, but for another reason.

"Aye! The first day of Quidditch season!" Oliver said in pride as you both strolled into breakfast one Monday morning, one of his arm was cradling a thick folder that had plays and stategies that he made up over the summer holiday, when he wasn't with you of course. He made sure to leave Quidditch at his home when he would come to visit you throughout the summer, although you never minded since you were a fan yourself. He claimed one day that you were going to fraternize with the enemy if you saw his plays he was conducting.

"First of all, I have no intentions in stealing your plays to my house," You reasoned with Oliver as you two sat together under one massive tree outside your home, Oliver's head in your lap as he was reading a Quidditch book and you were reading a Divinations book, "An plus....Hufflepuff is quite decent this year,"

"You're gonna go against ya boyfriend for your own house?" Oliver asked in a huff as you giggled and rang some fingers in his short brown hair, "Merlin's Beard, you're a minx!"

"House Pride trumps all," You said coyly, thought Oliver poked your side. So it was very safe to say that Oliver loved, craved, the first days of quidditch season when it came through Hogwarts.

One week into Autumn and the leaves were falling everywhere outside of the castle grounds, making it look like a beautiful moving painting that could be seen amongst the gallery within the school. You strolled though one afternoon, Oliver was off at practice and was neatly done before he would meet you for an evening date in Hogsmeade. It was nice to be 6 years and getting a special invitation into the little town since your marks were high, both Oliver and yourself were on good graces with McGonagall and Sprout, and it was your last "normal" year.

So that evening the 6th years were going to have Hogsmeade to themselves for a few hours. The perfect time for a date together.

You found a particular large pile of leaves right outside the opening to the courtyard, making you pause and see it just sitting there unattended. It made you pause, literally pause in your step as you saw the large formation of leaves sitting there. For some reason, you thought back to when you were a child and you jumped in the same kind of leaf pile that you father would make when he would rake the leaves outside your little home.

"Look, daddy!" You screeched as you jumped into the pile, shrieking in delight as your were engulfed with the dried out leaves and your dad was laughing in the distance.

"Watch out, Little Bean! I'll come get ya!" He would tease you, fishing you out to make you giggle and tickling you under the setting sun.

So for Oliver Wood to see you playing in the leaves, walking up along the walkway with his Quidditch bag over his shoulder and a amused look on his face as you were moving your hands and legs back and forth with a massive grin on your, he was beyond amused. He stopped right in front of you, seeing a grin plastered on your face as the sun was making your skin lightly glow in both euphoria and joy.

"What a sight to see," He hummed, you pausing and leaning up a bit on your elbows as he gestured you and the leaves around you, "What are you doin'?"

"Making a leaf angel," You hummed back in reply, Oliver raising an eyebrow at you, "You've never made an leaf angel? What about a snow angel?"

"Should I know what those things are?" Oliver asked in merely curiosity as you giggled and fell back into the leaf pile again. It felt like nothing terrible would touch you, nor would any kind of bad news when you were doing as simple and as childish as making a "leaf angel" It reminded you of home, a place of safety and great memories that you shred with your little family.

Sometimes you did miss them when Autumn came through, remembering all those times when you were very little having chilly morning wrapped in a thick blanket your mother would knit for you. Or helping your dad rake the leaves in the late afternoon before you both would jump in them. You did miss your mom and dad, even in that moment.

"I would do this with my dad all the time," You confessed, picturing your father in your head. You shared the same shade of hair, the same nose, and the small snort in laughter. Oliver knew of your father well, talking to him plenty of times when he would visit about Quidditch since your father was a huge fan like him. He even took you and Oliver to a pro game when you tow started dating a year ago, thinking it was a good ice breaker for him and Oliver to get to know each other.

"I can picture that actually," Oliver said in amusement, making you one your eyes and grin at him as Oliver held out a hand for you to take. You took it, Oliver hoisting you up with ease and wrapping you in his arms before you could fall over your boots. You wrapped your arms around his neck, getting gyro own sense of gravity as Oliver was taking in the sight of you, chuckling as he pointed to your hair with his one spare hand, "The leaves in ya hair makes ya look like an Leaf Angel for sure,"

"Why thank you, Wood," You replied back in a laugh Oliver taking out a few leaves from your hair with his fingers, "You still up for tonight?"

"You kiddin'? I've been lookin' forward to it for weeks," He replied smoothly, kissing you on the lips as you both started to walk hand in hand back into the courtyard, "I think I need something to wake me up, this practice was a nightmare with the new team mates,"

"Let's get a coffee then," You explained, Oliver nodding in agreement, "I know we can get some in Honeydukes and in The Three Broomsticks since it'll be a dry bar for us. Coffee does sound nice tonight,"

"Alright, here we are," Oliver hummed as he placed a coffee cup in front of you, sitting in your regular booth at the Three Broomsticks. The place was pretty deserted, since the rest of the 6th years were at the shops or filling up their bags with sweets, leaving only a few students to mingle about and get their own drink to warm themselves up. You and Oliver already got your fill of candy from Honeydukes, you then getting a few things for your folks to send home for the holidays, and now you were ending your time with a hot cup of coffee between the pair of you.

"Thank you, Oli," You thanked him, pecking his cheek. He was about to drink it when you stoped him suddenly, "Wait! You need the special ingredient in this!"

"What is it?" Oliver asked, not following. You took out your wand, tapping it two times against the rim of his coffee. Specks of cinnamon appeared out of thin air into his foam of his coffee cup, Oliver grinning widely as you did the same with your, "Try it. You'll love it,"

Oliver hesitantly took a sip, you waiting in anticipation as his face lit up with glee from the taste on his lips and on his tongue. He hummed, taking in another drink before placing his cup on his saucer, "That is good,"

"It's one of my favorite drinks when it's Autumn," you explained, leaning into Oliver as you took a drink of your own coffee. You felt Oliver's arm around your shoulders, his head against yours as Madam Rosemerta enchanted a fire to start int he fireplace right next to the pair of you.

"Whenever I think of Autumn I think of ya," He confessed, you blushing a bit as he kept talking, "As much as I love startin' quidditch in the Autumn season again, it's you that makes this season beyond memorable,"

Hearing that from Oliver made your heart swell, making you look over at him and kiss him soundly as you two were hidden in the darkness of the room in your booth. You would crave Autumn over and over again for as long as you loved, having so many memories of that season that brought you joy and genuine happiness.

This new one, snogging Oliver in your favorite booth in The Three Broomsticks with cinnamon on your lips, was going to be remembered for certain.

The End.

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#oliver wood x reader #oliver wood prompts #oliver wood fanfiction #oliver wood x female reader #fanfiction #writing #harry potter writing #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fandom #sean biggerstaff

[romchat]

Cinematography of Falling in Love: Fake It Till You Make It (Ep. 6)

How do you film the complicated process of two characters falling in love?

When we talk about our favorite romantic scenes, we often point to the role of great acting or writing in creating that magical feeling all romance fans crave. But cinematography, the art of visually capturing stories through a camera, can also be a powerful tool in conveying that heady but scary feeling of falling in love.

I think a great example of this is the Chinese drama Fake It Till You Make It (FITYMI).

Set against the cutthroat world of Beijing's Central Business District, FITYMI is a story about finding authenticity and connection in an otherwise pretentious world. The show follows two professionals, Tang Ying, an ambitious attorney, and Xu Ziquan, a successful investment banker, as they navigate the social challenges of their high-pressure jobs. Ying and Ziquan constantly pretend to be more sophisticated and carefree than they truly are, and the show uses their characters to offer incisive commentary about the ways modern life forces us to compromise our sense of self in order to "make it."

It's this context that makes FITYMI such a compelling romance: despite the masks Ying and Ziquan wear in their professional and personal lives, they ultimately learn to show their true selves to one another and fall in love. And it's through the show's subtle use of composition, shot size, and camera movement that we not only see but feel the tentativeness with which Ying and Ziquan cultivate this connection. It's a messy mix of one step forward and two steps back, and the show’s cinematography beautifully matches the characters’ gradual shift from a flirtatious and tender yet largely undefined relationship to one of committed love.

I don't think any episode demonstrates this dynamic more clearly than Episode 6.

Scene 1: "When I Felt Tempted By You"

Something that I appreciate about the show's cinematography is how it treats Beijing as a secondary character. Even when focusing on our two main characters, FITYMI often uses wide shots with deep depth of field, allowing us to clearly see the hustle and bustle of city life in the background. These shots help communicate the loneliness and societal pressure always present in our characters' fast-paced lives.

Because of this, let's pay attention to how this urban background appears or disappears when Ying and Ziquan are shown spending time together.

In this scene, we see Ziquan impulsively call Ying after a difficult day at work. He's leaning against the wall in exhausted defeat, the cityscape in the background dominating the other two-thirds of the frame. He's at a low point in his career and feels isolated by his industry colleagues.

Ying knows him well enough to recognize his mood so she offers to meet and commiserate.

We can see their closeness by the immediate cut to a close-up shot with both characters similarly aligned on the left side of the frame.

So when he rejects her offer, the camera quickly reframes and pans around Ying to the other side, signaling her shift in mood.

When Ziquan gently asks why she stopped talking, there's another cut to a medium shot of Ying against a busy street backdrop. They've stumbled upon a sore spot in their more-than-just-friends relationship.

In describing the dating landscape of FITYMI, Director Li Mo has noted that in this world there is:

"An unspoken self-preservation, the fear of being seen truly, the fear of kindness being mistaken for weakness, and sincerity being seen as foolish. Within these layers is the lonely soul of the city, bearing weariness and fatigue with nowhere to vent, craving sincere relationships yet unwilling to open up due to the fear of being hurt." (translation via /u/lollipopdeath)

Ying obviously wants to be an emotional support for Ziquan and yet she's wary about being seen as the weaker one who fell in love first. She begins to retreat as an act of self-preservation and the camera language loses the intimacy of those initial shots.

Ziquan hears the disappointment in her voice and steps into the center of the frame as if sensing this is a critical juncture in their relationship that he must be fully present for. Note how the blurriness of the cityscape background creates a lot of negative space around him. He no longer cares about the outside world; all that matters at this moment is Ying.

Slightly teary-eyed but unable to fully articulate his feelings, he reiterates that he just wants to hear her voice for a bit.

But tired of the games, Ying takes a deep breath and then drops a bomb:

"Forget about that. Let's talk about us. Do you want to know when I felt tempted by you?"

What I love about this moment is that it's a moment of extreme vulnerability but shot from a slightly low angle, giving Ying a sense of empowerment. Low-angle shots can alter the power dynamics within a scene because the upward perspective highlights the importance or magnitude of a character's actions. Asking this question is incredibly brave of her, confirmed by Ziquan's shocked and overwhelmed face.

But when Ziquan doesn't immediately follow her confession with one of his own, Ying once again retreats. Hurt, she claims she was just joking to entertain him and that they can continue being friends. The camera pans and her bitterly smiling face fills the frame as if to build herself up after that blow to her confidence and pride.

The scene eventually ends with a devastating wide shot, Ying but a small figure on an empty bridge. She is still a lonely soul of the city.

Despite the numerous tender and romantic moments they had shared in previous episodes, Ying and Ziquan have firmly placed their masks back on.

Scene 2: "You're Waiting For A Worthy Rival"

Later that episode, Ziquan asks Ying out for dinner and she reluctantly agrees.

As usual, they effortlessly banter about life and love, the scene cutting back and forth between the two as they trade verbal volleys over the hotpot. Their chemistry is undeniable and you can see both reveling in the fact that they've found their intellectual match.

At one point, Ziquan begins talking about the importance of rationality in love, and Ying fires back:

"No matter how time changes, there's one thing that makes women really thrilled. If there's a man who loves her with full passion until he loses himself, until he'd die for her, until he becomes a fool, then that woman would be thrilled, you know?"

Eventually, they settle on the topic of Ying's failed first love.

Like in the previous scene, the show uses increasingly intimate close-up shots to convey the quiet vulnerability of the moment. But this time, there's a dream-like quality to the conversation: the background actors suddenly disappear and the shallow depth of field and spotlight lighting remove any remaining worldly distractions.

Unlike their previous dates that happened against the backdrop of Beijing's busy nightlife, here it's like they're in a world of their own.

As if thinking of Ziquan's earlier rejection, Ying ruefully describes how her first love taught her an important lesson:

"I swore to myself that I'd never enter an uncontrollable relationship nor become the fool who overestimated her charm in love....I should find a rich and cool old man so I won't really be in love. I'll get by with him. When he passes away, I'll inherit all his fortune and enjoy my life in his villa."

Placed in the center of the frame, she speaks directly into the camera and we see a series of emotions play across her face. It's the most revealing she's been about herself with Ziquan.

When he pushes back on the idea of her marrying without love, Ying jokingly asks "Are you jealous?"

Ziquan reluctantly shakes his head but admits:

I've never been so deeply loved by a girl. I'm not jealous--I'm super jealous. Tang Ying, you're not looking for someone out of your league. You're waiting for...a worthy rival."

His close-up matches hers in its composition.

This time, he also took off his mask.

BONUS: shout out to the funniest zoom-in of this entire show.

Seems like Ziquan is well on his way to acting like a fool in front of Ying.

#fake it till you make it #装腔启示录 #cdrama #elvis han #Han Dongjun #elvira cai #Cai Wen Jing #meta #cinematography

[hometoursandotherstuff]

The billionaire creator of Rockstar Energy Drink’s home is for sale in Park City, UT for $50M. (It was only built in 2022 and it’s for sale, already.) It features a wellness intelligence network that “regulates circadian rhythm lighting, monitors & calibrates indoor air quality, filters pollutants & removes pathogens from the air” 6 bd, 11 ba. 17,567 sq ft. 4.97 acres. $22,650/Annual HOA. (I was just about to say that I’m not fond of that snowy, isolated location, and then I see that it has an HOA out there in the wilderness?) Apparently, this is a gated community.

Here we have what looks like a built-in curvy sofa that looks like it’s covered in carpeting. Modern fireplace and an interesting overhead light. The real estate description calls it timeless, but it already looks dated in here. 

In the dining room is another large built-in carpet banquette around a fire pit. I don’t know if the surfaces are marble, quartz, or a manmade quartz. It looks a little tight for space at the table. 

Look at the features in the kitchen. I’ve never seen a stove like that big blue one. It doubles as an island, and look at the size of the exhaust hood. 

Here’s a game room with a bar. I wonder if the house comes furnished.

The lap pool has a sort of garage door, so you can open it in the warmer mos. This is an indoor/outdoor stainless steel pool. 

This is a nice sitting area, I like the fireplace.

The infrared sauna doesn’t even looked used. 

Looks like a desk and reading area. I like the wall.

What have we here in the main bd.? Is that a sex swing? Like that dresser, if that’s what it is and the feature wall. 

A wood tub. 

So, this looks the room to come to after skiing. Tile floor, closets, a warm fire, and a ceiling made of skis. 

The bowling alley also has another game table on the other side.

Look, they provide shoes and there’re some bunk beds for guests. I like the color-coordinated bowling balls, too.

The simulated golf course.

The multi-purpose indoor sports court with volleyball/basketball/pickle ball/climbing wall.

Like this red room and en-suite.

Or, maybe the blue room w/the blue & pink en-suite.

A green suite. Pick your color.

The bunk room accommodates 8 guests.

Here’s a steam room. 

Look at the stone and glass patio.

On the right is a panoramic tower that goes above the trees so you can take in an unobstructed view. 

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/253-White-Pine-Canyon-Rd-Park-City-UT-84060/110283320_zpid/

#mansions #modern architecture #houses #house tours #home tour

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Visitors (a 65 story) Chapter 7: Peril

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Pairing: Captain Mills x Fem Reader

Fic Summary: 65 million years ago, Captain Mills (played by Adam Driver) crashes a passenger transport ship into Earth during the Cretaceous period. You are among three survivors of the crash. Together with Mills, you must make your way to the only shot of extraction through an unknown terrain riddled with deadly prehistoric creatures.

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Mills

The cave floor begins to quake, stray pebbles shaking from the colossal weight of the footsteps approaching. Whatever creature lay just beyond your makeshift camp is now close enough to hear the wet, grimey breaths of. The sun has not yet peaked above the horizon, but with the help of nearby stars it does cast just enough light to highlight the beast’s head as it parts through the rain sliding down the cave entrance, tracking the scent of its next meal. Its scaly head alone is roughly the size of the cave, sending a chill down Mills’s spine as he imagines the sheer size of the rest of the monster.

Prying open its vicious jaw which could likely swallow the three of you whole in one gulp, it sends a bone chilling roar through the cave. The deafening force of it causes those stray pebbles to roll and blows your hair back like a sharp gust of wind. Understandably, the terror sends Koa flying to the farthest point of the cave. She swats away vines and pushes into a small hole in the corner, yelping as she tumbles down into it.

At the same time, Mills grasps his weapon and starts firing at the beast, aiming for its beady eyes. This seems to work at first, it grumbles in pain but returns with another roar now aimed squarely at Mills. Startled, he turns to see you fleeing after Koa. She disappears into the vine covered hole and you follow right behind. He shoots once more to push the monster back and then tosses his pack and blaster down the hole, diving in after you.

He regrets diving head first when he smacks onto the cool rocky floor below. The monster roars in frustration, now sounding slightly more muffled and distant. Mills clicks on his flashlight and you all sit for a moment, slowing your panicked breathing and collecting yourselves.

When the moment has passed, Mills slings his pack and weapon over his shoulder and begins exploring this underground cave system you’ve found yourselves in. He scoops Koa up to her feet and extends a hand to help you find yours. He inspects the hole you’ve slid out of, now far too steep to climb back up even if there wasn’t a bloodthirsty prehistoric creature roaming the other end of it.

The cave system is small, you learn after only finding two cramped areas joined by a tight pathway. Mills flips open the navigational unit and scans the cave, alerted to one source of air flowing into it. The air in here is musty, which means locating the source of the fresh breeze should be easy. He nods to you and you both run your hands along the walls of each room, searching high and low for its origin.

He speaks your name when he finds it, an opening just the size of a quarter. He finds a small collapsible shovel in his pack and uses it to pick at the opening, exposing a tiny bead of light that signals the outside world. Mills repeatedly dents at it, making progress but ever so slowly.

After the first few minutes, the small shovel has produced a hole the size of his forearm. After a half hour, it’s grown but not even close to being big enough for a person to fit through. Exhausted, he drops the shovel to the ground and punches the wall in irritation.

“Let me help.” You offer, picking up the shovel.

“It’s no use.” He replies, “At this rate it would take us days to even chip out enough space to send Koa through.”

“There has to be something we can-”

“I’m trying to think.” He interrupts, smoothing the hair from off his forehead.

“Mo-nah fetah-lay…” Koa speaks, tugging on his pant leg. “Mallaka mo-nah fetah-lay!”

“I know-” He stops her.

“Meh anna wat’to fetah-lay!” She demands, standing and yanking the shovel from your hands. She stomps to the small clearing and begins chipping at it herself, really doing more harm than good.

“You know what,” He spins her by her shoulders, squatting to tell her face to face, “I lied to you. Your parents aren’t at the top of the mountain. They’re dead. It was a lie.”

“Mills!” You gasp at him. Koa shakes out of his grip and returns to clearing a path herself.

“And you can’t understand anything I’m saying.” He finishes. Still kneeled on the ground, he runs his hand against the dusty cave floor and picks up a stray pebble, examining it. Inspiration strikes.

“I have an idea.” Mills announces. He rushes to his pack and pulls out a single click bomb.

“We’re gonna blow our way out of here.” He tells you with a cocky grin.

“Are you sure that’s safe?” You ask.

“No,” He shrugs, “but I think it’s our only choice.”

He waits for your approval which comes in the form of a sigh and a nod. Clicking on the bomb, he rolls it into the hole and lifts Koa away by the waist. He places her in your arms against the farthest wall from the opening and uses his body to shield you both from the large blast that shakes the cave.

Once the dust settles, you all return to the opening to see it is now a Koa sized clearing almost all the way through. She cheers for him, clapping her hands. After some inspection, you both agree that it seems safe enough to send Koa through, hopefully to the other side where she can place more bombs to free up space for you.

Mills loads all the click bombs into her small pack, along with a water jug and ration just to be safe. He sees you holding her small face in your hands for a moment, smiling down at her. In return she gives you a knowing look, and tightens the straps of her pack. Mills scoops her up and helps her climb into the opening. She shimmies through it, reaching a patch wide enough to turn around and excitedly tell you something that neither of you can understand.

The excitement is quickly drained from her face when the cave wall starts shaking, rocks begin to shift and clouds of dust fly around her. You yell, throwing an arm towards Koa to pull her back when the wall between you suddenly collapses, throwing you and Mills back and onto the ground, knocking you unconscious.

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“NO,” A painful sob pulls Mills awake, along with a sharp ringing in his ears, “GODDAMN IT” He wipes the dust from his eyes to see you frantically scraping against the wall that previously held Koa in its clearing, now filled with jagged rocks. Your arms are catching on the sharp rocks in the process, ripping skin and leaving drops of blood.

He gets to his feet and hobbles to you, laying a hand on your shoulder to calm you. You jerk your shoulder out from his hand and slap the wall again, tears clouding your vision. He takes each of your wrists into his firm grip and pulls you from the wall. You crash into his chest and he cradles your head, tucking tear soaked hair behind your ear.

Holding you like this for a while as you weep into him, he squeezes his own eyes shut as they threaten to pool with tears too. That is, until he hears a distant tritone whistle. Your head lifts from his now damp shirt as if you heard it too. You both stand as still as stone. The whistle repeats, leaving no doubt that it’s coming from Koa.

You laugh, and look up at him with a face that’ll surely be imprinted in his memory for good. He lifts his hands to his mouth and loudly whistles in reply. We’re coming, kid.

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Left without the source of his only escape plan, Mills tries to hide his concern from you. Thankfully, the crash has shifted one of the walls just enough for him to roll some large boulders and open a new room to explore. He leads you into the room, flashlight anchored on his shoulder illuminating the way.

“I-” Your soft voice speaks from behind him, “I thought we lost her.”

He turns to look at you, “Me too.”

“I’m new to this whole thing, yanno?” You sigh.

“What, being stranded on an alien planet?” He jokes, “Same here.”

You hit his arm and roll your eyes, “No! I mean I’ve never felt that feeling before, when we thought she was gone. I’ve never had anyone I felt like I should protect,” You pause, “Or anyone who felt like protecting me…”

“No one?” He asks curiously, pushing further into the cavern.

Your face scrunches up like you regret even mentioning it, but you tell him, “I never knew my parents. They either died or just left me for dead. I grew up in the foster system in Somaris, and the day I was old enough to work I started taking scrap jobs to save up enough money to leave.”

His silence urges you to go on. “One day I was hired by this group of mercenaries, who needed an innocent looking girl to dig up information for them. One of the leaders started switching jobs and hanging around after his post to keep me company… I was so young, I didn’t see the red flags and the age difference didn’t bother me as much as it should’ve and one thing led to another. All of a sudden I’d been dating a mob leader for years who forced me into a person I didn’t even recognize. I was on autopilot just to save myself the humiliation of the consequences of having an opinion. One day I- I just left home with the last bruises I’d ever get from that job. From that man. I scraped up all the money I had saved and I left. Bought myself a ticket to the other side of the galaxy and swore I’d never look back.”

He’s stopped walking by now, studying your face as you tell your harrowing story.

“And here I am, crash landed on a random planet with a girl I have this gut feeling I need to protect and a man I’m comfortable enough with to completely overshare to- and my God I’ve been talking for so long and you don’t deserve to be tossed all my baggage I am so sorry.”

At this he shakes his head and laughs in disbelief, giving into the impulse to feel your soft cheek in his hand, his thumb brushing over your lips to remind him how real they are. He feels your breath hitch and his eyes flick up to yours, slowly leaning in to close the distance when something sharp pierces his back and rips him to the ground.

Stunned, he gets one glimpse at the thin faced creature attacking him before his flashlight smashes to the ground in pieces. You scream, now completely in darkness. The monster hisses and scratches its feet along the dirt, ready to pounce.

Mills takes this as a warning and rolls to the side, just out of the way of its charge forward. He uses this time to feel around for his weapon and pack, either of which he could use to his advantage if he could just find them. He hears the monster charge again, and this time his foot clangs into something metal, sending it sliding away from Mills.

He swears and braces his arms above him as its jaw snaps towards him, inches from his face. He manages to forcibly stick a thumb into the creature’s eye and it screeches, briefly pulling away from the pain. In this moment Mills feels something bump against his foot, and he reaches down to feel the strap of his pack. As he grips it, the creature rears forward and rams him in the shoulder, sending the pack’s contents flying.

Miraculously, the navigational unit lands open, providing minimal light but projecting a hologrammed sensor of its surroundings. Mills finally gets an image of the beast he’s wrestling with, and he also sees you in the hologram, sliding carefully against the wall with a determined look on your face.

A sharp taloned foot stomps his chest into the ground, and he tries twisting and kicking himself free with no success. The air is slowly pushed out of his lungs as the creature tries suffocating its prey. It leans in to finish him off, but with a loud shot it stumbles back and releases its grip on Mills. It thumps to the ground, completely limp. Mills turns his head to see you in the hologram, holding the weapon with perfect form after just shooting the creature with wildly accurate aim in complete darkness, only a small distorted hologram image as your guide. Calling him impressed would be an understatement.

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You help carry some of his weight as you both stumble out of the cave, fresh air finally filling your lungs. You look up at him and laugh at the absurdity of this day, and the navigational unit reads that the daylight isn’t even halfway gone.

Before he closes it, however, it beeps out: “WARNING: Catastrophic extinction event imminent. Time to impact: Hours.” Sure enough, he looks to the sky to see the asteroid now much larger than it had been the previous day. As if there wasn’t enough to worry about, now their mission has a time limit.

You can’t dwell on the thought of imminent catastrophe for long, finding Koa being the priority in both of your minds. “KOA!” You call out in a chant and Mills joins by whistling to her. He scans the area for any sign of life but it comes back negative. You decide to retrace to the original cave’s entrance in case she decided to wait there.

Now above ground, you and Mills struggle to climb fallen logs and scale cliff sides, all the while calling out to the little one. You come to a patch of thick muddy water and as much as it disgusts you both, Mills points out that there doesn’t seem to be a way around it in sight. He helps you sling off your pack and lift it above your head as you wade into the sludge.

He follows you in, using more effort than he was anticipating to push through this muddy substance. In fact, the deeper you get the harder it seems to move, and the thicker it seems the gunk gets.

“Uhh…Mills?” You try to get his attention when your feet seem to get stuck beneath you. His heart sinks as he notices you sinking deeper into the mud ahead of him, now waded to your chest. He moves to grab your arm and pull you back but his arm feels too heavy to lift, suddenly encased in this thick trap.

“Mills!!” You call again, unable to turn back to him. You’re now sunk below the mud to your shoulders, and you’re just sinking faster. He starts to sink as well, with nothing for his feet to use as leverage and nothing for his hands to grab onto.

“MM-” You choke out, head held high as he watches you suck in a final breath before the mud absorbs you fully. He doesn’t know what else to do, so he musters up enough strength to bellow out, “KOA!” Helpless, he sees the top of your head slip below the surface. Mud now inching up to his jaw, he gets out one last choke of her name into the air and sinks down as the dark sludge envelops him.

Chapter 8

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[koreanstudyjunkie]

Which Is Harder Korean or Japanese?

My BACKGROUND:

I have been studying Korean for almost 6 years now and I recently started studying Japanese earlier this year - about 6 months ago. This post will just be me comparing the 2 languages and pointing out their similarities. The actual answer of which is harder or which is easier is for you to come up with and I also think it depends on your background - for example your native language or other languages you know well, which one you learn first, how much you have learned, etc. I know some people that have learned Japanese that find Korean hard and I know Korean learners who find Japanese hard or vice versa they find it easier.

Disclaimer: It's kind of difficult to add audio to all of this, so I'll leave a link to the Instagram post I made with all the audio.

SIMILARITY #1 - Sentence Structure

Japanese & Korean have the exact same sentence structure. Instead of me having to take time to learn it I was able to skip over that, because I'm already used to it in Korean.

The General Structure (which is sometimes more flexible than this) :

Who | When | Where | What | How | Verb

Example:

저는 오늘밤에 지수의 집에 영화를 보고 싶어요

私は今晩ジスの家に映画を見たいです。

I want to watch a movie at Jisoo’s house tonight.

저는 - 私は = I

오늘밤 - 今晩 = tonight

지수의 집에 - ジスの家に = at Jisoo's house

영화를 - 映画を = movie

보(다) - 見(る) = to watch

고 싶다 - たい = want to

(어)요 - です

SIMILARITY #2 - Numbers

You make numbers in Japanese the same way as in Korean. As long as you know the first 10 numbers, the rest become easy. Also some of the numbers even sound alike, making them easier to memorize. A major difference is that Korean has 2 number systems - one that’s Korean based and another that comes from Chinese. We’ll look at the Chinese one here - sino numbers.

(il) 일 - いち (ichi) = 1

(ee) 이 - に (ni) = 2

(sam) 삼 - さん (san) = 3

(sa) 사 - よん (yon) = 4

(o) 오 - ご (go) = 5

(yuk) 육 - ろく (roku) = 6

(chil) 칠 - なな / しち (nana/shichi) = 7

(pal) 팔 - はち (hachi) = 8

(gu) 구 - く / きゅう (ku/ kyuu) = 9

(ship) 십 - じゅう (jyuu) = 10

(shipil) 십일 - じゅういち (jyuuichi) = 11 (10 + 1)

(shipo)십오 - じゅうご (jyuugo) = 12

(eeship) 이십 - にじゅう (nijyuu) = 20 (2 x 10)

(samship) 삼십 - さんじゅう (sanjyuu) = 30

(gushipo) 구십오 - きゅうじゅうご (kyuujyuugo) = 95 (90 + 5)

(baek) 백 - ひゃく(hyaku) = 100

…and so on and so forth

This also goes for ages and telling the time. Both languages follow the same structure for this too.

AGE -

Basically just attaching (sal) 살 / さい (sai) = Age to the number

19 years old

(yeolahop sal) 19살 (Korean uses different number system here but it’s still 10 + 9)

(jūkyūsai) 19歳

TIME

Native Korean Number + O'clock/Hour + Sino Number + Minute

9:10 o'clock

아홉 + 시 + 십 + 분

く + 時 (じ) + じゅう + ぶん

SIMILARITY #3 - Particles

It seems like the same particles in Japanese are essentially the same as Korean. They have topic marker, object marker, time/location-marking particle, etc. There might be some unique ones for each language - like I said I’m a beginner in Japanese and probably haven’t come across it yet. Here's a decently sized list to of them that I noticed off the bat.

(eun/neun) 은/는 > は (wa) - topic marker

(ee/ga) 이/가 > が (ka) - subject marker

(eul/reul) 을/를 > を (wo) - object marker

(eh) 에 > に (ni) - time/location marking particle

(eseo) 에서 > で (de) - doing action at location

(ui) 의 > の (no) - possession particle (..'s)

(uro) (으)로 > で (de) - a means of doing something

(uro) (으)로 > へ (e) - to, towards

(buteo/kaji)에서/부터-까지 > から/まで (kara/made) - from/since-until

(mada) 마다 > まい (mai) - every, each

(to) 도 > も(mo) - also, too

(gwa/wa) 과/와/이랑/하고 (there are many ways to say and in Korean) > と (to) - and

(ina) (이)나 > や (ya) - and; or

(ji/jiyo/jyo) 지/지요 (죠) > ね (ne) - right?

(ege/hante) 에게 (한테) - に (ni) - to, from

(man) 만 > だけ (dake) - only

I noticed that most of the time these particles function the exact same, however there are some instances in which they cannot be used the same way in both languages. For example, sometimes は(topic particle) is used instead of が (subject particle) when in Korean you’d use 이/가 (subject particle) instead.

Example:

where is the bathroom?

화장실이 어디예요?

トイレはどこですか。

*if we followed my list above word for word and used the Japanese example and translated to Korean it would become: 화장실은 어디예요? which doesn’t sound as natural and may be seen as “wrong”. トイレがどこですか would probably have the same affect as the Korean sentence for reference.

Of course you must learn the rules in each language of when a certain particle must be used and not just look at this list and apply it to both languages as if it’s a “one size fits all” kind of thing.

SIMILARITY #4

I won’t go into much detail, because there are hundreds of words between these languages that are pronounced similarly or the same and share the same meanings. I made 2 other posts on it in the past.

EXAMPLES:

(gajoku) 가족 = 家族 - かぞ (kazoku) = family

(junbi) 준비 = 準備 - じゆんび (jun'bi) = prepare

(sajin) 사진 = 写真 - しゃしん (shashin) = picture

(dosogwan) 도서관 = 図書館 - としよがん (toshokan) = library

(byongwon) 병원 = 病院 - びょういん (byōin’) = hospital

WHICH IS HARDER / EASIER:

One thing I must say is that hard and easy are very subjective, and when I rank these they are on a comparative scale - for instance compared to Korean conjugating is hard in Japanese or compared to Japanese learning the Korean alphabet is very easy. But both of them have harder and easier parts in their own way, because learning languages is not a straight line to the finish.

My personal rankings from 1-10, feel free to rank them yourself in the comments

Korean (4) vs Japanese (6) - alphabet

Korean (3) vs Japanese (6) - conjugating verbs

Korean (8) vs Japanese (7) - grammar

Korean (5) vs Japanese (9) - reading

Korean (8) vs Japanese (6) - listening

Korean (7) vs Japanese (10) - vocabulary

Korean (2) vs Japanese (8) - writing

Korean (7) vs Japanese (6) - speaking

FAQ? :

💥Does knowing Korean make learning Japanese easier?

I'm not fluent in Korean or Japanese, but I am at a high enough level that I can give a bit of my experience on this topic. I've only been studying Japanese for about 6 months now. My answer is Yes and No. Yes, because certain concepts are easier to grasp and the many similarities. No, because it’s still an entirely different language with many other rules that differ from Korean.

[thecentrium]

Estimating the heights of the Elliott from Earth characters: a normal and useful pastime

We’re gonna start with Elliott because he’s the main character and therefore acts as the “height scale” for other things. Also there’s only two human characters here, and when it comes to stylization I feel like he’s a biiittt more typical proportions-wise.

Using an Earth object to measure, at first I was gonna use the convenience store counter (those are 36 or so inches) but it was hard to get a good shot with it, so I tried the coffee table (usually around 18 inches) and it checked out, even aligned with the counter’s supposed size at roughly half of its height

So using the coffee table shot above as our standard, I stacked the table on top of itself until it was as tall as him, and it came cleanly out to about 3 tables:

Around 54 inches, or 4 foot 6 inches (about 137 cm)! Within the average for his age and species, though definitely a little on the shorter side.

Okay, now it gets a bit weird. Because of cartoon stylization and all, although Elliott’s height measured with the table made sense, using that for the other characters gets some weirdly superhuman results.

So it gets a little less visually literal or exactly calculated from here…

It was kinda hard to find a good standard comparing Elliott and Frankie’s heights, there’s some slight inconsistency (usually to have them both be within the center of a shot where they’re standing together) or otherwise it’s shots where one is leaning, one is further back than the other, etc. But in general Elliott comes up to about the collar-to-shoulder area for her:

So how tall in total is a human who is about 4.5 feet at that shoulderblade height??

With some basic online height comparison chart tools (I tried multiple for accuracy) it roughly estimated the 5’7” range would align with that best. So somewhat on the taller side for her!

For Mo we can’t rely on estimating through basic human proportions anymore, since he’s a weird dinosaur (also his posture can vary a lot). The good news: he’s generally near halfway between the other two heights so it’s pretty easy to just get a rough average from those.

The rough halfway point between the other two heights is around 5 feet (152 or so cm), maybe a little bit more (especially seeing where he aligns with the humans’ proportions). Either way that is very below average for a stegosaur but we love him for it.

THE END! I put too much work into that

(Originally posted on Twitter lol)

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