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aphelea · 1 year

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burning on (bronte & oralie)

Hello @axels-corner! I was your Secret Santa this year :) Happy holidays (if you celebrate any) and may your new year be filled with plenty of angsty Councillors!

I offer you some Councillor Bronte and Councillor Oralie friendship (and hurt/comfort), set just after the burning of Oblivimyre. Bronte and Fintan are brothers in this one because I couldn't resist.

Thank you to @song-tam for organizing this event!

Warnings: Discussions of death. (Kenric's and Fintan's)

Bronte locks himself in his castle the next day.

The rest of the Council are drafting the announcement, a scroll to send to their concerned citizens. Members of the elves Nobility are invited to mourn; the rest, left to wonder about the state of their world in the chaos.

He wants no part of it, the impersonal funeral or the whispers that are bound to follow all of them, but especially him and Oralie.

After all, everybody knows who killed Kenric.

Bronte wishes he didn’t.

He doesn’t sleep the night after the incident. He only returns home at three in the morning, after all of the Everblaze has been put out and his glittering holy city is half-ashes. But even then, he doesn’t retire to his rooms—he can’t, not when they are ripe with memories of a man whom he should not grieve, with photos on the wall of a family that could never be satisfied.

So Bronte spends the night pacing, and pointedly not thinking about what he has lost. He pushes away every memory of his friend, every gala spent dealing with Kenric and Oralie’s antics. He suppresses every stray thought of his childhood, of being twelve years old and Fintan fifteen, both unable to control the raging power within themselves.

He drinks tea. It’s not what he needs to drink, but he figures that he ought to maintain some sense of decorum.

(That feeling falls apart, come dawn. He needs the strongest medicine that his crystal castle can offer.)

The next morning, when he knows that he’s expected to show up to the Council meeting, he can’t bring himself to get off of his couch.

How unprofessional, the weak, rational part of himself says.

But what is professionalism worth anymore, anyway? Miss Foster had only days ago proven with her Inflicting session that he is far beyond unfit for his position.

(Maybe that’s why he can’t stop grieving a murderer. Maybe the dark matter that controls his brain is making him evil, immoral.)

(Maybe villainy runs in the family.)

So Bronte skips the Council meeting, that day, and waits for someone to scold him.

Nobody comes.

He takes a nap on the floor of his kitchen. It’s not comfortable, but he doesn’t deserve comfort. He needs pain, to force him out of his grief.

It doesn’t work, unsurprisingly. But the slumberberry tea does drown him in darkness. It’s made poorly, but he still manages to sleep an hour, dreamless.

Until the shrill ringing of his doorbell wakes him, and he lies on the hard crystal tile for a moment, wondering why he ever chose to make his doorbell human music, of all things.

After about five minutes of pointless lying on the ground, he forces himself up and to the foyer. He expects that his colleagues have sent someone to retrieve him, likely believing that he’s overslept or some other, equally forgivable reason for missing work.

When he opens the door, he finds Oralie, in the same, rumpled, ash-covered gown as yesterday afternoon.

“Oralie?” Bronte asks. He’s tempted to slam the door in her face, because he can’t deal with her, not now. Not when he still can’t shake the grief and empathy for the man who killed her lover.

…Almost lover. In everything but name.

Oralie stares at him from the doorway. Her eyes are wide and red and Bronte can’t help but remember when she’d first been elected to the Council, how Kenric had sworn that she was unfit for the role. How the two of them had spent the next five years arguing over every little thing, firmly believing the other to be an incompetent fool.

Look at them now, he thinks. So lost in each other’s eyes that they forget their surroundings, all too often. They had been one of Bronte’s few sources of entertainment during tedious meetings.

“Bronte,” Oralie replies, after a long moment. Her voice is rough and broken, accompanied by a sniffle that she seems determined to hide.

Bronte stares at her, wondering why she, of all people, would pay him a visit during the working day. “Did they send you here?” he asks. When she frowns, he clarifies, “To attempt to convince me to come to the meeting. I won’t, before you try.”

She laughs, though without any real amusement behind it. “I didn’t go,” she tells him frankly. “I have no use for their pity. They all know what he was to me, I don’t need to hear their condolences.”

Bronte can say mostly the same. But he doesn’t, because he doubts that much of the Council knows of his… unfortunate family relations.

Though, with the fire went the last of his family, it seems.

Now Bronte is officially alone.

Alone, except for his best friend standing in his foyer with bloodshot eyes. The last remaining disgraces.

“I understand,” he tells her. “And I’m sorry, for what it’s worth.”

“It’s not worth shit,” she replies curtly. “You know that as well as I do.”

Bronte stares at her, daring her to say more. “Do I, now?” he asks, as calmly as his voice can muster.

She pauses. “Kenric was your friend as much as he was mine.” At his raised eyebrow, she amends, “Well, you were friends.”

“Of a sort,” Bronte replies. “His death is tragic, of course, and I grieve his loss like all of us do.” Except you, he doesn’t say, because Oralie hardly needs a reminder of the love that she’s lost.

Oralie glares at him. “I don’t need your press answer.”

“Then, pray tell, why are you here?”

“You have the keys,” she tells him, and he’s not sure whether she’s being literal or metaphorical.

“What?”

“The keys,” she repeats, “to Kenric’s castle. I need—” She stops, overcome with a heaving sigh. “I need to see it. One final time.”

Bronte raises an eyebrow. “He didn’t leave any spare keys with you?”

She snorts. “How do you think that would’ve looked, Kenric leaving me the keys to his private rooms? Especially with our feelings being so blatantly obvious.”

…She does have a point, Bronte has to concede that. They hardly need any more fuel for the wildfire of rumours that spread about them.

He doubts that people will be kind enough to stop the rumours even now, when it is only Oralie left. They will scrutinise her appearance at the funeral, at the next crowning, at every occasion for years after today.

Bronte’s sure of it. He’s seen this happen before.

“Let me get them,” he says, and turns to retrieve the spare keys from his drawer. He and Kenric had exchanged spares, in case of emergency—although Bronte had never imagined that this would be the emergency.

(To be honest, he’d always thought that he would die first, out of all of them. Murder, probably. Old family problems coming back to bite him.)

He’s grateful, though, that Oralie isn’t pressing for an answer as to why he’s holed up in his castle, looking just as messy as she is.

How can he face her and tell her the truth? That his brother, his blood, had committed such a dire act of treason that the entire elven world is teetering on the edge of chaos not seen since Atlantis?

When he finds the smooth crystal, he hands it to Oralie, who smiles gratefully. But her smile doesn’t reach her eyes, and Bronte understands.

Nothing can be happy, in the wake of everything.

She reaches over to grab the keys from Bronte’s hand. As she does so, her fingers brush Bronte’s exposed wrist, and she immediately jumps back as if she’s been burned.

“Oralie?” Bronte asks, stepping forward. He freezes as she scrambles back, staring at her fingers as if she’s grown a third thumb.

Oralie is mumbling curses under her breath, he realises, and he wonders whether he should call a healer. Maybe the grief has finally gotten to her.

(It’s only a matter of time before it gets to him, too.)

Oralie finally looks up at him, after a moment, a deep fear in her eyes. “Guilt,” she murmurs, and his heart stops.

Guilt.

Oralie’s an Empath. She’d touched his arm.

How could I be so stupid?

Oralie steps forward, back into his foyer with a firm expression. “Are you guilty, Bronte?” she asks, and her voice begins to waver.

“I—I’m not—”

She continues forward, and Bronte has no choice but to back away lest he be trampled. Oralie’s determination has given away to anguish, and what seems to be anger directed towards him. “I’ve felt a broken man’s emotions before,” she says, “all those who have succumbed to the weight of their guilt. And what I just felt, Bronte…you’re far beyond them.” Quietly, she adds, “I don’t know how you’re still sane.”

“I don’t know, either,” he admits, but truthfully he has his suspicions. He can feel Miss Foster’s lingering positivity, in the corners of his mind, keeping his memories together like glue. Someday soon, it will fade, and his guilt over who he is will finally take him.

He won’t tell that to Oralie, though.

“I can’t lose both of the people closest to me,” she says, and her grief shines through her eyes once again. “One to a sick, twisted pyromaniac and the other to the weight of his own, misplaced guilt.”

Sick, twisted pyromaniac. Is that the man he knew? The man he grieves, the man whom he had loved through all of his childhood?

Maybe evil is all that runs through the blood in their veins. Maybe he and Fintan were always destined to be sad, sad men.

Oralie notices that her words have the opposite effect of what she’d intended, and she freezes. “What?” she says. “What did I say?”

“Nothing,” he tries to tell her, but she’s too quick.

“Fintan,” she murmurs, eyes wide. “What, do you think it’s your fault?”

No. He knows it.

He and Fintan had their arguments, as young men. None so bad as the one that drove Fintan out of their childhood home for good.

And then the Everblaze had rained down, and Bronte knew that his brother was unsalvageable.

“That’s…not quite it,” he replies. “But I guarantee you it’s nothing important. My mind will not break, Oralie. I have kept myself together for so many years yet.”

“No,” she replies, steely. “No! You’re obviously locking yourself up in this castle for a reason, and you’re obviously beating yourself up over something and it’s killing you!”

“I miss him,” Bronte blurts out, and immediately wishes he hadn’t.

Oralie pauses, obviously waiting for him to clarify.

“I miss Fintan,” he says, and it’s like a weight lifts off his shoulders.

The words seem to confuse Oralie. “You…what?” There’s something akin to anger in her voice, and Bronte’s guilt returns at full force.

“I wish I didn’t,” he tells her, pleading for forgiveness. “I thought I had resigned myself to his death, before. But he was the last of my family, and apparently I have yet to resolve myself from that attachment.”

Oralie’s eyes widen. “Family?” she repeats.

He almost can’t say the words. “My brother.”

Bronte turns away, just as Oralie says, “And you’re afraid that you’re just like him.”

“What?”

She breathes in sharply. “Kenric told me what happened in Sophie’s session. You think you’re irredeemable.”

That’s exactly right. “No.”

She curses under her breath and steps into his line of sight once again. “Your guilt is going to crush you,” she tells him frankly.

“I’m not guilty!” he proclaims, and sure, it isn’t true, but now certainly isn’t the time to work through millenia of unresolved family trauma.

Oralie grabs his arm, and he expects her to jump away as she had done before. Instead, though, she only drags him to his couch, silent. As they pass the kitchen, she raises an eyebrow at the blanket on the tiled floor, but still says nothing.

Finally, once Bronte is sufficiently confused, Oralie asks, “Did you actually sleep last night?”

“Did you?” he retorts.

“No,” she replies, honestly. “I doubt any of us did. Watching him go up in flames….” She shudders. “Part of me wants to make the whole thing a Forgotten Secret.”

Bronte can’t disagree.

He wasn’t in the room, he didn’t have direct view of the healing like Oralie did. But the scent of Everblaze—the familiar scent—had reached him before any of the rest of the Councillors standing outside.

Bronte had known that Fintan was unstable, before. But there was a part of him—a part of him that still lingers—that genuinely believed his brother to be good. Perhaps it’s leftover from their mother’s endless, unfounded optimism, her firm belief that her sons were good men who would grow up to change the elven world.

And change the world, they certainly did. Just not for the better.

So forgetting the fire, forgetting his brother’s entire existence….the idea sounds enticing. But Bronte has a duty to his people, to himself, that he cannot forget.

And the only Telepath he would have trusted to wash his mind is dead, now, anyway.

“You know,” Oralie says, after a long moment, “we’re quite similar people, the two of us.”

Bronte raises an eyebrow. “Don’t put yourself down like that.”

“Oh, please. I’m no saint, either,” she replies. “But what you’ve done and what I’ve done are no matter, now.” She looks away, pensive. “What I meant, before, is that we’re in similar situations here. Your brother. My…Kenric. No-one else here understands, not like we do.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Bronte concedes. “But Fintan—”

“—was only broken because of us,” Oralie interrupts. “It’s the actions of the Council, both past and present, that led to what happened yesterday. We’ve spent these years believing him to be a great man, until the blaze…but maybe that was just our own willful ignorance.”

“Careful,” Bronte says, an almost teasing lilt to his voice. “You almost sound like the rebels.”

Oralie freezes, for a moment, an action so small he almost misses it. “Very funny,” she says, but her joking tone falls flat.

Bronte frowns. That’s mildly concerning, but he’s not going to waste time worrying about Oralie’s rebel sympathies. He certainly hasn’t spent his time as a Councillor only following the law.

(Neither did Fintan. Or Fallon. Or anyone, honestly, other than poor Terik who very clearly does not want to be here.)

(Come to think of it, that does speak to the corruption in their system. But that hardly matters right now.)

“Look,” Oralie continues, clearly eager to shift focus from her previous slip-up, “what matters is that you’re obviously brimming with guilt and I…I don’t know what I’m feeling. I won’t judge you for your family connections anymore than I expect you to judge me for my romantic ones.”

“Thank you,” Bronte says, and it’s the most honest he’s been all morning.

Her hand brushes his wrist once again, and she sighs with obvious relief. “Don’t shatter on me,” she tells him. “Please. Promise me.”

The last thing he wants is to go out like his brother.

“I won’t,” he says. “I promise.”

#august's writing!#kotlc secret santa #kotlc secret santa 2022 #kotlc #<- idk what tag we're using so like. tagging everything i guess lmao #also second time better be the charm. this post crashed my browser when i tried to post it before

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sclfmastery · 1 year

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#my browser crashed when i tried to add an image)#>8/ hopefully it posts this time)#at least i got a screencap bc the draft did NOT 'autosave' )#ooc #mother's day cw #mother's day tw

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samuelroukin · 6 months

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my browser crashed when i tried to post this btw but i persevere

#ben.txt #izzy hands #our flag means death

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mattsawtrap · 2 years

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just started crying thinkibg about tom whats my problem

#tumblr kept crashing when i tried to post this i’m writing this post from my phone browser #/GEN BTW IM MISTY EYED RN

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inficetegodwottery · 5 months

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A call for aid from Firefox Users

I have absolutely no fucking idea how to solve these problems, and there are asks with no answers all over the internet elsewhere that are years old.

There is a weirdly hostile atmosphere on Reddit's Firefox boards to asking questions about features Firefox doesn't seem to have. And obviously, official support forums are about as helpful as they ever are. Given that I've seen and reblogged countless extremely informative posts about Firefox stuff on Tumblr, I just have to hope one of you guys knows answers to some of these issues.

Because I want to move away from Chrome. I really, really do. It is a constant source of stress and fear at this point. Google is an insanely evil fucking company and I despise them, and admire Firefox's stances on privacy and commitment to user security. But I cannot use a browser that lacks so many of the organizational elements I'm used to using in order to deal with my extreme neurodivergence and inability to process information all at once combined with my tendency towards flitting from one train of thought to another constantly.

Using Firefox (I've tried to switch five times over six or seven years) in the past has been overwhelming and stressful and completely devoid of certain features I could use to control those feelings on browsers like Chrome, Opera, and even Safari.

So if anyone has any solutions or suggestions for the specific issues I describe below, it would be an enormous weight off my shoulders, and help me feel a lot safer than I do now.

I'll admit that my tab fever is insane, and I've regularly racked up 2000+ tabs on Chrome. But I can sleep/unload just about all of those tabs constantly, making it so I can keep my trains of thought completely paused without the slightest impact on my computer's performance while I work on something else, and come right back to them without having to dig through the Bookmark system. And the way I generally keep that insane number of bookmarks organized is with separate windows and TAB GROUPING. Bless tab grouping, the saviour of my sanity. With that feature, I can have a completely organized tab tree with color coding, searchable groups, easily group and ungroup tabs or move them to different windows, and I can manage all of them from the same UI I'm managing ungrouped tabs from.

This is a feature which Firefox appears to fundamentally lack, despite apparently having had it implemented fully at some point.

I will say that I tried several addons before making this post, specifically Simple Tab Groups, which was atrocious, and Panorama View actually looks fantastic, but also.... Firefox has placed a security warning on that one. Great.

So if anyone knows of a hidden browser settings option, an overlooked tab grouping addon, or some other way to implement that feature on Firefox, I would be eternally in your debt. I just do not have the ability to process or work on a browser that I can only have like forty tabs open without losing track of everything I'm doing because they're all on a single ribbon. Or completely overloading my RAM.

On that note, is there any setting to make the browser use less memory? I've had the core process run up to almost a dozen gigs of RAM with only twenty tabs open, and there's absolutely no way it needed all that processing power for four YouTube tabs and a bunch of settings pages.

Lastly, there are a number of times while I was using Firefox that I lost power or the program crashed (and it crashed a LOT) and I lost everything. Every tab, every bit of work I was doing at the time, with no way to recover them. I've had that happen with Chrome too, but WAY less often, and when it recovers all my tabs it does so while PRESERVING MY TAB GROUPS, and it also doesn't load every tab in until I actually move to that tab. Firefox loads every tab it's recovering all at once, which usually completely locks up my computer.

At this point I'm pretty much only using Firefox to watch YouTube videos past the adblock, despite desperately wanting to transfer literally everything over to a browser that I KNOW is the safer and better option. But every time I've tried, the total inability to organize like I used to, losing all my progress and being unable to regain it whatsoever, or just using up four times the amount of resources that my browsing would on another platform has drive me away. I don't want to be driven away. I want to solve this, but I've had to accept that I can't do that alone.

I greatly appreciate any help or advice anyone can give. Even if just only one of these questions gets answered or only one of these problems gets solved, that's a win in my books. And thank you for reading, even if you don't have any of the answers I'm looking for.

#firefox #mozilla firefox #mozilla #browser wars #chrome #browsers #accessibility #browser accessibility

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voxofthevoid · 3 months

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you're well known to be a fantastic goyuu author. do you think you will ever write for other pairings in the jjk fandom, perhaps for itafushi?

Wait, hold up—

you're well known to be a fantastic goyuu author

I'M WHAT???

I'm...gonna be so normal about that. Yeah. Okay.

(I'm melting actually. Vox.exe has crashed.)

Re your question: My ao3 doesn't have any non-goyuu JJK fics for now, but I've written a few of them. All of them also have goyuu, so it's poly, typically V-types (e.g., goyuu and nanaita, but not nanago). You can find them here: chosoita+goyuu, nanaita+goyuu, sukuita+goyuu. Those links may not work on the mobile app though; you'd need to use a browser.

Re itafushi, I now have two ideas (more than the one it was when @thisdepravedsoul asked this question last month):

You know that new official art of Megumi? The magazine cover?

That did things to me, so I outlined a fic where Yuuji sees Megumi like that post-mission, gets a little gropey, and they fuck in a haunted school or something, followed by goyuu where Gojou sees what was done to Megumi and comes to sample the goods (Yuuji). The other one involves Gojou dubconning Megumi until Yuuji finds them accidentally and then offering him to Yuuji (who's oblivious to the dubcon aspects).

I do have several more fics with non-goyuu ships planned/outlined. They all also have goyuu because that's my center of interest in JJK, and it's pretty rare for me to write more than one ship at all. Yuuji has so many interesting relationships that I can't help it. Here's the current list, sorted by ship:

On top of the usual goyuu warnings, CWs include incest, dubcon/noncon, and implied MCD. The ships discussed are nanaita and sukuita, but Choso/Yuuji, Kenjaku/Yuuji, and Higuruma/Yuuji are mentioned.

Nanaita (plus goyuu):

oldest story ever told (hold me till we both go cold): Yuuji has complicated sexual relationships with Nanami and Gojou that are on the verge of either imploding or becoming more when Shibuya happens.

and every step forward put a little more sword in your heart: No-Shibuya post-canon AU where Yuuji's been pining after Gojou for years, he and Nanami have drunken sex, and it escalates from there on all fronts.

out of my head, into the nature: Vampire AU where Yuuji resurrects after the detention center with vampiric features; Gojou's only too happy to lend a vein, and Nanami gets roped into it despite his better judgement.

blood, lust, and a holy war: Gojou's the devil and Nanami's the angel on Yuuji's shoulder, and he fucks them both. The size is a bit of an issue at first, but they make do.

saints just swimming in our sins again: Established goyuu and nanaita where Nanami gets deaged, Yuuji tries to keep his hands to himself, and Gojou works very hard to make sure teen!Nanami gets some TLC.

Sukuita (plus goyuu):

of all the deadly sins, he's lucky seven: Omegaverse with omega!Sukuna/alpha!Yuuji and alpha!Gojou/alpha!Yuuji where Sukuna yanks Yuuji into his inndate domain to ride out his heat, and Yuuji's body autopilots its way into Gojou's asshole.

what does the poem of a killer say when it's written in the blood of the prey: Gojou and Sukuna are both gods and Yuuji’s a dragon-human hybrid who semi-accidentally tumbles into both their beds, separately. Fifty shades of monsterfucking.

no psychotherapy will ever relieve the hunted needing: Modern reincarnation AU where Sukuna’s reborn as Yuuji’s younger brother, and it takes everything Yuuji has not to smother him in his bed; it escalates into something very different. Then Gojou’s thrown into the mix as Yuuji’s high school upperclassman.

one day, the only butterflies left will be in your chest (as you march towards your death, breathing your last breath): Apocalyptic post-canon AU where Gojou doesn't get unsealed, Sukuna plays cat and mouse with everyone until only Yuuji's left, and they hate-fuck while Yuuji guards a weakening Prison Realm.

There are also a few others featuring Choso/Yuuji, Kenjaku/Yuuji, and Higuruma/Yuuji, one each for all three ships, but the bulk of my goyuu-plus ideas are nanaita and sukuita.

#anon #i love my anons #goyuu #itafushi #gofushi #sukuita #nanaita #i did not proofread this no time sorry!

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chronomaza · 6 months

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Slightly redesigned Neowise for book 2! This time around he has a tail, and his wings are based off an actual bird's (bonus points if you can figure out which one.) I've decided that every book Neowise will be slightly redesigned to better show how he's slightly changing over time :)

Also! Posting this image in my friend's discord server caused some effects, such as:

This image being unable to be opened in anyone's browser, simply not appearing at all- or seemingly opening twice with neither image loading and one tab missing a link??

Killing mediaforge AND genai when we tried to make them fuck up the image

Crashing my friend's computer

I don't even know why I'm surprised anymore- it's Neowise. He has a long history of causing weird ass shit to happen whenever he's mentioned or what not. It's a long story.

#my art #paint.net #my ocs #oc art #oc #Kaivasita

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asingleietsist · 9 months

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Do you plan on posting A Green Queen on Ao3 in the future too? While it's not hard to read it on Tumblr it'd be nice to bookmark or more easily reread chapters instead of scrolling through the tags to find certain ones

I've considered it before, since I do use a browser to read some bowuigi fanfics on AO3.

I might post it there when this fanfic reaches its halfway mark, it's not guaranteed tho. I've also considered Wattpad, but I don't wanna reopen my account there 🥲. I've just been hesitant about Ao3, despite not hearing anything terrible about it outside of it crashing like a week ago? (Idk the full story)

What I also wanted to do was eventually turn this into a comic, but I won't post it here since it's hard to read comics here if you're just starting.

I tried to create a unique tag for the au, but I definitely get what you're saying about having to look for certain chapters.

For now, nope, but I'll announce in the future when/if I do move everything to Ao3

#a green queen q&a #a green queen au #bowuigi #luigi #bowser x luigi #super mario bros #ao3 #q&a questions

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blackcatanna · 8 days

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Instagram is really one of the worst, shittiest, broken apps I've ever used and I have used the Tumblr app! At least when the Tumblr app crashes, I can reopen it and do whatever. Instagram just refuses to do what I want, gives me incomprehensible error messages, breaks things, deletes and corrupts posts and images and just makes me want to claw my face off. Also, I can't even use the browser version to try and do things because it doesn't let me do what I want on there FOR SOME FUCKING STUPID REASON. I JUST WANT TO MAKE A NEW ACCOUNT FOR MY BUSINESS. I HAVE TRIED DOING IT ON MY NEW PHONE AND THE BROWSER AND MY OLD PHONE AND I KEEP GETTING FUCKING ERROR MESSAGES. WHY?!?!?!? NOW IT'S TELLING ME THAT THE USERNAME I CHOSE IS TAKEN EVEN THOUGH IT WASN'T A FEW SECONDS AGO. SO I TRIED A DIFFERENT VARIATION AND IT SAYS IT'S FINE UNTIL IT THROWS UP A NETWORK ERROR MESSAGE AND TRIES TO TELL ME THAT THAT'S TAKEN TOO. I DON'T TRUST THAT THIS IS THE ACTUAL ISSUE BECAUSE IT ONLY HAPPENS WHEN I GET TO THIS SAME POINT ON THE APP AND IT'S DRIVING ME FUCKING INSANE. I'M SORRY THAT I'M JUST RANTING BUT I AM SO PISSED OFF RIGHT NOW. JUST. LET. ME. MAKE. A. NEW. ACCOUNT. YOU. STUPID. FUCKING. APP.

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divineprank · 4 months

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OKAY. NOW THAT I GOT MY SANCTIMONIOUS FINGER-WAGGING OUT OF THE WAY....

...Kinda!

I had to take a break, and sure enough, the day I WANTED to come back, the computer I use to write with fucking fried. So a friend and I tried our best to troubleshoot it. We thought the problem was the power supply unit failing, but uh, nope! Turns out my entire motherboard just went kablooey! This is perfect timing, as I just bought a fucking car and I lost the job I had. I built the fried computer seven years ago and today, I learned that the motherboard's chipset is no longer being manufactured. So that means I have two options: either start building a new PC altogether or take a gamble on a used, but compatible motherboard.

If I don't have a computer then how am I back? Am I RPing using Tumblr mobile? GOD NO. I hate navigating that app, trying to get it to do anything other than lag, destroy the aspect ratio of your icons, and demolish the formatting of your posts is just like pulling teeth...Except it's worse than pulling teeth because at least at the dentist, you can opt to get high on nitrous oxide when getting that kind of work done. PLUS UH, I don't technically have a phone. I busted mine a while back and am currently borrowing my mom's. Just another thing to spend money I don't have on. 8')

I am currently using a hand-me-down laptop that I obtained as a gift for building a new desktop computer for my dad early this year. The thing is around... 15 years old a this point, and despite how hard I tried to fix this thing, it freezes regularly, overheats and the fans constantly and the CPU just CHUGS. So far I've been able to get by doing very simple work on it and that's going to be the case for the time being.

SO...

Thanks to the limitations I am currently facing, I will be unable to use icons in my RP threads for the time being. They're saved onto the fried desktop computer and I have no way of accessing them currently. It's not a huge loss because I'm not thrilled with my icons but I know some people like to use them, so I apologize for the lack of etiquette there, haha.

Since this laptop suffers like hell doing anything even slightly taxing, I will not be picking up old RPs right now. Most of them are multiple reblogs in and are novel-length, which is typically how I prefer to write. I just know that if i try to open those threads in my drafts and make any changes to them, the browser will freeze and crash. So for the time being, I will just start new, smaller threads rather than try to work on anything I have saved currently.

I AM NOT DROPPING OUR THREADS. I VERY MUCH INTEND TO CONTINUE THEM AND RESPOND TO OUR RPS WHEN I AM ABLE TO GET MY HANDS ON A DEVICE THAT WON'T CRASH WHEN WRITING LARGER POSTS!!!

So, just to reiterate: I will be keeping everything saved and I will NOT be working on any our old RP threads due to the limitations of the 15 year old laptop that I'm currently running. For the time being, I WILL ONLY be writing and participating in new, small RPs. Thank you so much for your understanding. If you have any questions, feel free to send 'em my way!.. And as always, Gan's askbox is open! <3

#out of time. :: [out of character]#the legend of zelda rp #legend of zelda rp #zelda rp #loz rp #tloz rp #Ganondorf rp

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ageless-aislynn · 3 months

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Friends. I have learned something VERY important. My computer... hates Google. No, seriously. I realized that the entire last bunch of blue screens that happened after the BIOS, Nvidia and Intel driver patches were occurring either as soon as I loaded up Chrome or was taking it down. If Chrome did manage to load, then my Nvidia graphics card would literally GROWL the entire time it was on. I am not speaking metaphorically. It sounded like it wanted to bite my ankle but now I know, it was just Google it wanted to bite.

The final piece of the puzzle was yesterday, when I tried to use Google docs (via Firefox). My computer HATED Google docs. My computer sees anything Google and it WILL do this:

Apologies for the crudeness. It was what my computer insisted on in exchange for letting me type, you know, G👀gl3.

Trigger warning: flashing lights

Halo 2 Honor Guards Google: "Hey, Ais' computer, would you like to see what amazing products we have for you today--ERK!" *essplodey*

Ais' computer: *Needler sounds and maniacal laughing*

(I removed Chrome, btw. Firefox has always been my main browser but sometimes it would act weird on certain sites and they'd load fine on Chrome so I'd split my browsing like that. If FF has issues with any site, I'll either try Opera for a secondary browser or *shudders* Edge - edit: no disrespect meant if you love Edge. I just had Some Problems with it back when it was Internet Explorer and I've never forgiven it. 🤷‍♀️ Either way, Chrome has gotten the boot and my computer is much happier about it.)

My frens, it is a weird new computer world I've found myself in but, if I can keep the computer from crashing, then I'll try to thrive in it. So far, at least it doesn't seem to mind me transcribing my ch7 "15 Minutes" draft into my email. It's an awkward way to edit but it's better than nothing.

Now I just have to make sure I don't mail the dang thing to somebody. Like, say, Noble Team!

Hey, guys, what did you think of my rough draft? Did you like it? What did you think about that part with the huge... Hey, WAIT A MINUTE, COME BACK HERE!

Um, yeah. They loved it. I'm pretty sure they're rushing off to blog about it right now! 😇

Seriously, though, I hope to have it ready to post in a couple more days. We'll see. Ch8 will be (emailing) right behind it and ch9 is still being hand written. It's... something, at least. 🤷‍♀️

I may see if the computer is stable enough for me to put my ol' faithful version of Word 2003 (my beloved) back on there. But for now, we email like a Spartan in the AU Party 'hog!

Anyway, I share because I care. Hope you all are doing well. Love you, frens. 💖💖💖

#ageless aislynn #computer issues #computer problems #ais is writing #love you frens #trigger warning: flashing lights #flashing lights

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northwestofinsanity · 7 months

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Masterpost of “Bentley’s Blog” -John Bentley of Squeeze

Alright, in addition to the “Bentley’s Blog” collection of naughty journal entries from the mischievous bassist from Squeeze on his website ( https://www.johnbentley.tv/Blog52.html ), there’s some older entries that site doesn’t go back to, archived on packet of three.com, which is Squeeze’s archive site. For the small Squeeze fandom, it seemed like it would be nice to have them all in one place. Unfortunately, I do not know the actual order they go in, or what numbers they correspond to (as John Bentley’s site only goes back to Blog Entry 30, and there aren’t enough of them on packetofthree to cover the discrepancy), but I have the packetofthree links in order from oldest to newest based on when they were added to the site. (Not embedding the links, because I tried, and they made the post gigantic and tried to crash my browser… oh well.)

https://www.packetofthree.com/2010/09/22/bentley-the-blagging-blogger-returns/ This one involves hilarious little story snippets of John traveling with his band mates in the early days -and maybe getting up to just a little too much trouble with Glenn.

https://www.packetofthree.com/2010/09/22/hi-hi-and-velcome-to-my-smorgasblog-resistance-is-futile/ This one is mostly an announcement regarding Stephen Large’s hiatus from Squeeze in 2010, but then turns into John rambling with every possible lyric and song title pun in the book (somebody stop him, please!)

https://www.packetofthree.com/2010/09/23/welcome-to-bentleys-blog-where-everything-you-know-is-wrong/ John tells stories of past times in the band, and meeting Johnny Depp… with more over-the-top puns and jokes (this is pretty much every single blog)

https://www.packetofthree.com/2010/10/02/bentleys-blog-the-answer-to-everything-or-just-false-prophecy/ John lists his made of “The Ten Commandments of Rock”

https://www.packetofthree.com/2010/10/09/oh-no-its-bentleys-blog-dont-just-do-something-lie-there/ John tells tour stories from the then-current time of 2010, jokes about Chris Difford getting VERY emotional when he did Songwriter’s Circle with Justin Currie and Boo Hewerdine (John, shame on you!), and then provides a quiz on Squeeze history.

https://www.packetofthree.com/2010/10/16/bentleys-blog-calling-planet-earth/ John talks a little bit about the time he was auditioning for Squeeze

https://www.packetofthree.com/2010/10/23/bentley-in-blow-up-bedlam/ John teases about rehearsals with temporary Squeeze member Steve Nieve (filling in during Stephen Large’s hiatus) and makes a long joke out of a mishap while staying at Simon Hanson’s house.

https://www.packetofthree.com/2010/10/30/you-must-be-blogging-joe-king/ John tells a story from his time before Squeeze, and shares from scrap books, Chris Difford’s top favorite songs over the years

https://www.packetofthree.com/2010/11/05/always-expanding-like-the-universe/ This time, John gives us Simon’s top ten favorite songs, then recent performance stories, and more to the story around when John first joined Squeeze

https://www.packetofthree.com/2015/03/03/bentleys-blog-50/ John’s 50th blog, which is also available on his website, but it’s the next one available on packetofthree.com -occurring 5 years after all the others, so that’s all there is to it there. Still, linking this one here because it’s a trip -detailing the story of the time Squeeze had a run-in with the Mafia in New Jersey!

#Squeeze #uk squeeze #squeeze band #John Bentley #Bentley’s Blog #shitposts from before shitposts were cool #John is a trip #he’s insane and I love him #endearing shenanigans #though teasing Chris for getting emotional makes me mad!#Poor Glenn Tilbrook in the first one though #I’m not sure what he was on

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princessmadafu · 1 year

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Democracy

Britain is a democratic country with an hereditary constitutional monarch as its Head of State. Parliament could, if the public wished, pass an Act of Parliament and abolish the monarchy completely, turning Britain into a republic with an elected Head of State. They tried it once when they beheaded Charles I and replaced him with Oliver Cromwell... didn't turn out too well but the precedent is there. There is also a precedent for removing titles and status from unwelcome members of the monarch's family, as when some of the German side were removed during the War. So it's perfectly possible for Parliament to pass an Act removing the titles, status and place in line of succession from any member of the RF who brings the monarchy into disrepute.

I've said before that it's no good just removing the titles D&Dss of Sussex as that will leave her as Princess Henry - which she'll be more than happy with! Leaving her with the title Countess of Dumbarton would be a nice touch, but really, the pair of them have been so spiteful and venomous recently that it's time for Parliament to be decisive.

"Prince" has to go; it's only his birthright because the British people allow it, and unfortunately for H&M the British public have had enough. It's also irrelevant in America; Americans had their own revolution a while back and dumped King George. Hazza's place in the line of succession has to go too; the monarchy is only one family plane crash away from Queen Meghan - at which point there probably would be a revolution followed by a republic. And there's the option of putting them into abeyance until such time as they prove (like, seriously convince everyone!) that they are reformed characters and deserve another chance. How many chances have they had so far? One...? Two...? Wait, there's another word - lots, that's it. Lots of chances. At which they've turned up their Netflix money-sniffing noses.

Here's an idea for the British Parliament.

I remember from my history lectures that in early Ireland the Celtic chieftains had a pretty good system, whereby each local chief or king was chosen from amongst the most suitable sons and brothers of the previous head of the sept or clan. Admittedly, Irish annals are full of stories about sons and brothers mutilating their rivals to bar them from candidacy (blinding them, maiming them, chopping their man-bits off, killing them...) but I think British people are all more modern than that, and Parliament could easily enact that should anything happen to the Wales family, next in line would be chosen from a pool of the most hard-working and respected royals: Anne, then Edward and Sophie, potentially Louise who seems like a lovely well-grounded young lady. The late HMTQ probably wouldn't have approved of this idea, but thankfully she hasn't had to witness the grandson she adored and his despicable current wife venting their spleen on Netflix. The MegStress killed her before her time.

PS Still can't read your comments, by the way. I use Tor but the last browser update was compromised. I've beefed up my security and it doesn't like comments - I can't even read news website comments, so apologies if anything I'm posting has already been said elsewhere.

PPS Gotta go and clean the dog basket - Mad deboned a raw chicken yesterday to slow-cook some hearty farmhouse soup, the bones disappeared from the kitchen bin and then I spotted two cats and the Chipster snacking under the blankets. Little devils! But cute to see them all hiding together in their collective theft.

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