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woso-fan13 · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023: 23 (uswnt)

No. 23: “It’s gonna get me by the end of the night.”

Shadows | Stalking | “Who’s there?”

It’s a Monday night when it first began. You were where you normally were on a Monday night, crashed on Preath’s sofa while eating take. It was your favorite tradition, and it was being interrupted by your phone buzzing constantly.

You groan dramatically, picking it up. Scrolling on your Lock Screen, you can see that they’re all notifications from Instagram. It wasn’t uncommon for you to get a rush of notifications, but it was unlikely that you would get one now- you hadn’t posted in a week.

Shaking your head, you look at them briefly. The first is letting you know that you have a new follower, the username a seemingly random array of letters and numbers. The dozens of notifications that follow are from likes and comments on your previous posts, including those from years ago. They’re all from the same account.

“Everything okay?” Christen asks.

Turning your phone off and tossing it to the other end of the cushion, you nod.

“Yeah, totally fine. It seems like someone just found my Instagram. Anyway, what movie are we watching?”

This restarts the heated discussion, all arguing in favor of your choice. You won.

—-

You forget about the sudden influx of notifications after you post a new photo and your entire feed becomes an influx of notifications. It seemed like a one off deal, nothing to worry about.

It’s not until you’re leaving practice one day that you remember it. As you’re exiting the building, your phone dings repeatedly. A half dozen Instagram notifications, all from the same account as before. They’re liking and commenting on a picture that you had posted from practice earlier that week. Understandable, you looked good in the picture.

Walking to your car, you notice a paper stuck under your windshield. Confused as to who was leaving flyers in the carpark, you grab it and toss it on your passenger seat with your kit bag.

You’re out of the parking lot and halfway home before you’re stopped at a light. Curious, you decide to look at the flyer. Unfolding the paper, you’re met with a print out of your Instagram from earlier that week.

An uneasy feeling settles in your stomach, and you move to a different lane of traffic. You were going to see Tobin and Christen.

—-

The women were worried about it, but it’s nothing that hasn't happened before. It’s a given that when your life is on display, people are going to watch and respond to it. It’s weird, but it’s something you’re adjusting to.

You join them for dinner anyway, staying after to talk until it becomes late enough that you decide to spend the night.

It was better that way.

—-

You decide to take a break from social media after this event, posting on your story to inform the fans. You just needed a few weeks to yourself to get your head back on straight, then you would be back.

You log out of the app after this, wanting to avoid all the notifications as everyone sees and responds to this. Your phone is quiet for the first time in awhile.

Later that afternoon, a call comes through from an unknown number. You answer it, a short greeting falling from your lips. The only response is silence. A few seconds later, you hear the beginning of an inhale before the line disconnects.

Blocking the number, you go about your day.

—-

You get a text later that week. You’re in Preath’s living room, having basically moved in recently. The three of you are all working separately together, laptop keys clicking. The chime of your phone breaks the monotony.

I’m sorry. Please don’t leave.

A text from an unknown number. You immediately show the phone to the two women, all of you deciding that this had gone on long enough and calling the police.

Officers arrive within the hour, questioning you about all of the events. They take your phone as evidence, and for this you are grateful. By the time you’re finished with everything, you’re ready for bed. You get ready quickly, creeping over to the door of Christen and Tobin’s room. Not even asking, you crawl into the middle of their bed.

—-

Logging into your laptop in the morning, you yawn as you check your email. Nothing that exciting- updates from the club, minor changes to a brand deal, countless emails from companies that somehow have your contact information.

You’ve almost cleared out your inbox when you notice one without a subject line. Opening it, you see minimal text.

I said I was sorry.

—-

It’s almost a month until the next time you have contact with this person. The silence had made you hopeful, hopeful that the police had caught the person. Hopeful that it had at least made them stop messaging you.

That last part was true, you were no longer receiving messages from this person. And, while you didn’t know it, the email you had received that sucked the air from your lungs would be the last you would receive from this person.

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After playing 90 minutes, you were exhausted. You never let this stop you from signing jerseys and taking pictures, though, and you start making a lap around the stadium. You’re almost finished, really only a few yards from the tunnel, when it happens.

A hand latched onto your wrist as you moved away after signing a poster. You try to tug it away, but the grip tightens.

Looking up, you’re met with an exceedingly average looking crowd. Until you lock eyes with one person and all of your blood drains to your feet. It’s him.

You’re frozen, unable to speak. People are laughing and shouting all around you, but it feels like the two of you are trapped in a bubble.

“Y/N,” he says, “I’ve missed you.”

“I- I- I don’t know you,” you say breathlessly.

“Don’t be silly,” he says, tightening his grasp, “of course you do. Remember, you signed my poster at the San Francisco game last year.”

You shake your head.

“Yes, you did. I told you my name, and you spelled it wrong on the poster. We laughed about it for ages. And, when you signed your name, you drew a heart. No one else got a heart, I checked. That was special, just for me. You remember that, don’t you?”

He hadn’t blinked the entire time he was talking. He was staring directly at you- directly into you- and you could feel it. You couldn’t look away, couldn’t pull yourself from his grasp. It’s the two of you, alone in a packed stadium.

“Don’t you remember?” he pries.

For whatever reason, you nod. It seems like it would be easier to agree with him.

“I do, I remember. We took a picture after that,” it was probably true, you took hundreds of pictures after games. You probably took one with him.

His grip relaxes slightly, eyes softening, “you do remember.”

You made the mistake of becoming confident here, going further with your lie, “it’s impossible not to remember you. What we had was special, that’s why I signed your jersey. I drew the heart so you would know you were special.”

The previously loosened grasp retightens, fingers clenching your wrist.

“No,” he shouts, anger evident, “no. You’re lying, you don’t remember.”

The man continues ranting, one arm flailing wildly as the other keeps a firm hold on you. You can’t look fully at him, directing your gaze to the seats behind him. Only a few seconds later, though, the grip dropped suddenly. You look up.

The man is now on the floor, pinned by a security guard as another puts handcuffs on him. Bystanders are watching, multiple phones out to film the scene.

You don’t care about that right now. Now that you’re free, your fight or flight is finally able to allow you to take the choice you want- flight. You turn towards the tunnel, and you see a comforting sight.

Your teammates are huddled, watching. Clearly, they had been aware of the situation. That’s not what matters though.

You see Christen and Tobin in front of the group, hurrying to you. Running, you meet them halfway. You crash into their embrace, sandwiching yourself between them to hide yourself. Finally, you let the tears fall.

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cilliansmesoftly · 1 year

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sweet nothing

summary: austin craves the normalcy you bring to his life

warnings: fluff, kissing, austin being clingy cute

interviews, paparazzi, news channels, social media platforms. it was all too much for austin, today. earlier, he had went to go get coffee for the both of you. a tmz interviewer walked up to him while he was on the phone asking questions upon questions that he couldn’t get to because of his conversation with one of his friends he hadn’t heard from in a while. he just wanted to get out. get out of LA, get out of his own head, and especially get out the public eye. for a week, at least.

he had never driven so fast to get home to you before. he just knew you’d still be in your pajamas, or lack thereof, probably just one of his t-shirts. you’d most likely have your hair clipped up, cooking a cute breakfast while music played from your phone. he wanted to be home with you doing nothing. because the nothings were everything to him.

since it was awards season, austin never had a second of peace to himself. either constantly on the phone or constantly on a plane to the next award show. for the next two weeks, he had you all to himself. and his next mission?

getting the hell out of the city.

as soon as he opened the door to your home, he saw you exactly as he’d imagined. hair clipped up, bare legs on display while his t-shirt enveloped you. you looked like a dream to him.

“hi, baby.” you turned around, smiling and reaching your arms out to hug your boyfriend. austin sighed happily, basically crashing into your arms. you giggled as he squeezed you tighter. “i smell my coffee.”

“oh,” he laughed, unwrapping you from his embrace to give you your drink. “here you go, love.”

“thank you.” you pecked his lips, standing on your tippy toes to reach him. he looked you deeply in the eyes when you pulled back, you raised your eyebrow in suspicion. “you’ve got that look.”

“what look?” he inquired, biting his lip to contain a slick smile.

“you have an idea or something.” you guessed and austin nodded, pressing another kiss to your lips.

“you wanna take a vacation?” he asked, crossing his fingers you’d agree. he had just gotten home, yes, but home is anywhere he’s with you. he just didn’t want anyone to bother him for a while.

“what if we went to hawaii?” you gasped, your lips were still pressed against his. his hands were holding onto your hips and you were sure he wasn’t planning on letting you go anytime soon.

“i’ve never been. sounds amazing.” he spoke against your lips, kissing them after he was done talking. you smiled, already planning to book a house on the beach. “but right now, i just want your sweet nothings.”

“did you just use a taylor swift reference on me?” you laughed heartily and austin hid his smile into your neck, arms wrapping around your waist and holding you to him. he wanted to be so much closer, if he could have you inside him, he would. he wanted to tie the both of you together with an invisible string so you’d never leave his side ever again.

“had to find a way into your heart somehow, baby.”

“well, taylor is the way. now let me go so i can book our vacation!” and with that, you ran off to get your laptop, causing austin to grin and watch as you left. the nothings were everything to him. you were everything to him.

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queen--of--shadows · 1 year

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A Formidable Pair: Part 1

Azriel x Reader

Summary: As spymaster to the Spring Court, the Reader meets her unfriendly match from the Night Court as they work together to train, rebuild and repair Court relations.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 865

Notes: hi friends im back 🥲 first and foremost thank you to the anon who requested this! I love your prompts and had so much fun writing a short intro to this new series! I apologize for the unexpected hiatus—I had already written this chapter once before then lost all of my work when my laptop crashed 🥲🥲 anyways I hope you all enjoy! I aim to get the next chapter out sometime this week 🖤

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Sweat gathered and trickled down your neck as the thick, sweltering spring air weighed heavy with the creep of the afternoon sun. Winters in the Spring Court were enjoyable for the average female, a vacation spot even. But as a member of the Autumn Court, and despite your many years of serving the High Lord of Spring, you hated your posting here.

“Does that sound alright, Y/N?” Tamlin asked, his shoulder-length golden hair catching the light with a slight cock of his head.

“Yes, of course,” you replied, tilting your chin down, hands clasped tightly behind your back.

You had been trained for this since you could remember how to walk. Your parents, close friends of the Vanserra family, had recognized your talents from childhood and began lessons under the spymasters of the Autumn Court.

Bred for stealth, obedience, discipline, brutality, lethality.

You were unforgiving. Cold and distant. Like all good spymasters were.

Just like the Night Court spymaster, now standing at your side.

The High Lord of the Night Court’s lapdog.

Lucien had asked you weeks ago to serve as lead spy for a few months as they attempted to repair and rebuild not only physically, but also their relations with the other Courts and High Lords. You accepted, but not without letting Lucien know that he owed you big time. You hated being in the spotlight like this. And the deathly glare you snuck in before averting your gaze back to Tamlin served as a reminder to the handsome redhead, his mouth parted now in a wicked grin.

The past few months, you had been working as Spring Court emissary and spy, traveling to both the mortal lands and across Prythian to the other Courts on behalf of Tamlin to improve relations. Winter, Summer, Autumn, Day and Dawn.

But you hadn’t signed up to work alongside the Shadowsinger, his presence now like an oily stain to your left.

You had been avoiding the Night Court as long as possible. A war-mongering people, their long history of vicious brutality initially intrigued you, but their arrogance and ego, whether a front or not, were repulsive enough that you learned to stay away.

But the Winter Solstice Party was nearing, an invaluable opportunity to show that the People of Spring wanted peace. The trip up north became inevitable.

Rhysand and his spymaster had been visiting over the past week, traveling throughout the Court with Tamlin to learn how he had been rebuilding since Amarantha’s reign tore the entire southernmost lands of Prythian apart. You were praying to the Gods that he wouldn’t rope you into whatever political games he was playing. Still, to your dismay, Tamlin requested that you and the Shadowsinger train the new class of spies in the Spring Court over the next few days before heading north to attend the Solstice Party with Lucien.

If the shadows that nearly enveloped the tall male to your side were any indication of how he felt about being here, this next week would be absolutely miserable.

It wasn’t the bland mask hiding the killer underneath that bothered you. It wasn’t the shadows constantly whispering in his ears, nor was it his deadly, unrelenting gaze as he assessed you like a threat in your own Court. No, it was the haughty, pompous, self-important swagger, the fact that he hadn’t said more than two words to you since his arrival. You knew, just knew he considered himself a better spy than you.

That wouldn’t stand. No, that was going to change. You would shred his Illyrian pride to bits.

You kept your face neutral and didn’t let any emotions shine as you sketched a bow to your High Lord and made your way out to the training rings, sending a silent fuck you to Lucien, who still donned that wicked grin.

You heard the Shadowsinger muttering to Rhysand, likely receiving instructions from his High Lord about what information he wanted over the next week, before the violet-eyed male winnowed away. Then the near-silent footsteps trailing behind you.

He remained wordless as he followed, but his shadows indicated his presence, snaking along the floor lazily—a silent warning. You snorted.

“Is there a problem?”

You stopped in your tracks.

His words caught you off guard. Guttural and deep and dark, like the cold midnight sky given a voice.

You wiped any expression off your face, save for mild amusement, as you turned on your heel to face him.

“I’ve never met a spy that had to rely on anything other than their own wit and training,” you said sweetly. “Your…pets are interesting.” A dark, inky shadow circled you curiously, like a snake assessing its prey.

He pinned you with an icy, lethal stare—the mask of a trained killer, an Illyrian warrior.

A flicker of annoyance shone in his hazel eyes, glowing bright in the sunny rays streaming through the windows lining the halls of the manor.

He stalked quietly past you and out into the courtyard to the spies-in-training, his steps swift and precise.

Ice coated your veins at his dismissal.

You pushed against the rage threatening to lock up your limbs, following the winged asshole outside.

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withahappyrefrain · 2 years

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Can we get something where Peter is the tech guy who fixes reader’s laptop? sweet or smutty is up to you!

Oh, you mean a chance to write Peter being a flustered, stuttering hot mess? Hell yeah.

You didn't consider yourself a fairly violent person. Sure, you've given drivers the middle finger, but that was just part of living in New York.

But you were ready to violate the Genova Convention right now.

All over a laptop.

For a company that makes millions in research and scientific discoveries, one would think they would give you a laptop that was made within the last four years.

Nope.

"You're gonna have to bring it down to tech services," your supervisor Mark explained.

"I can't just get a new one?" The thing could barely load a Microsoft word document, much less the program you needed to do your job.

Mark shook his head, "Gotta have tech look at it. You're gonna want to speak to Peter Parker."

You sighed, grabbing the wretched thing to make your way down to tech services. Whoever Peter Parker was, you prayed he would be able to offer you some kind of relief from the god-forsake piece of shit you were carrying.

Tech services didn't look all that different from your section of work. You looked at the names posted outside of the cubicles, stopping when you found the one.

Peter Parker.

"Hello?" You poked your head in to find a man writing something down, his face covered by the mop of brown hair on his head.

He looked up, the biggest, most beautiful brown eyes you'd ever seen meeting your's.

Oh.

You didn't expect him to be so....handsome.

"Are you Peter?" You asked, trying not to sound so breathless.

He stared at you, his eyes wide and mouth hanging a bit open. It took everything it had in you not to look away from his intense gaze.

"My uh, my laptop isn't working," You held up the piece of cursed technology, "I was told to go find Peter Parker. Is that you?"

"O-oh! Yes, yes. I-I'm Peter," He stuttered. Oh fuck, he was nervous. He was nervous and cute.

"Can you take a look at my laptop?" You asked, stepping forward.

"A-absolutely! U-uh, just take a seat right here!" He began to frantically move the papers off his desk, making room for you.

You smiled as you sat down, handing him your laptop. You look around his office, noticing several framed pictures. The one that caught your eye was that of the sunset overlooking the Empire State building.

"This is beautiful! Where did you find this print?" You asked, grabbing the picture frame to look at it closer.

"Oh! Um...I-I took it my-myself," He said, brushing the fall hair away from his forehead, "My uh my Aunt got it framed."

"You took this yourself?" You asked, surprised (and also pleased it was his Aunt that gave him the gift, and not a significant other).

He nodded his head, his face turning light pink, "Yeah I uh, you could say I uh dabble in it. Did it a lot more in high school."

"It's amazing. You could be a professional," You smiled at him, the crimson color creeping down to his neck and chest.

"So what seems t-to be the uh problem?" He asked, adjusting his glasses.

"Well....pardon my French, but it's slow as fuck and constantly crashes." Your statement got a laugh out of him, which was how you noticed that the corners of his eyes crinkled when he laughed.

You didn't think it was possible for the man to look any cuter.

Peter opened up your laptop and began playing around.

"Yeah this....I mean, I could do a reboot but chances are high it's just gonna start crashing again in a matter of weeks, if we're lucky," He explained.

"So.....can we say it's time to have a funeral for the thing and move on?" You couldn't help but smile as you earned another laugh out of him.

"Well, knowing IT they'll want me to try rebooting it first," Peter saw the pained expression on your face, "But if you can keep it between you and me.....I can just say we already did that when I log it."

"I will buy you dinner if you do that," You practically begged.

"I mean, I prefer to split the meal on the first date," He grinned.

You were taken aback. It wasn't that you objected to the idea. You were just more surprised the guy could get out a sentence smoothly.

"Sorry, t-that was out of-of line. Not not that I would object to going on a date w-with you, I absolutely would not but what you said was just a figure of speech, y-you weren't actually asking me out and I am so so sorry, I shouldn't-"

Perhaps you spoke too soon.

"You like Italian food?" His eyes widened at your question.

"Yeah, why?" For someone in IT, he could be pretty draft. But in a way, it made him more charming.

"Ever been to Bella Donna's? I heard it has great food and makes for a great date spot." Peter tilted his head at you, clearly confused.

"If it's a great date spot, why would you want me...." If he was a cartoon character, a lightbulb would appear over his head. Instead, those huge Bambi-like eyes got even bigger.

"Oh! Oh you....you want to....to-to with me?" You giggled as you nodded your head.

"You're doing me a huge favor by not forcing me to try to work with that piece of shit. Plus, you take amazing pictures and are pretty humble despite being incredibly attractive," You shrugged your shoulders, "Needless to say, I'm intrigued."

"Oh, I uh...." Peter ran his hand through his hair for the fifth time, "You're pretty awesome too. Wow, did I really just say awesome like we were ten? You're more than awesome, I always see you kicking ass at those team meetings whenever I come to check on the computers and-"

"You've been watching me?" You weren't offended or put off by it. In fact, it was kinda cute? This guy could have easily come up to you at any point beforehand and you would not have objected.

"I mean, it-it's hard not to notice you, you're absolutely gorge-"He stopped, realizing what was about to slip out of his mouth, "I'm going to stop talking now."

"When's your lunch break?" You asked, your cheeks nearly hurting from how much he had you smiling.

"Uh I...it's at 11:30," He stuttered.

"Perfect! Mine is at 11. I'll meet you in the coffee shop on the first floor so we can plan our date!" You gathered your stuff as he nodded his head, barely getting out a confirmation to your plans.

The man was not used to flirting. He had great potential, just needed more practice before his date.

And you were more than happy to help him in that department.

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seraphicalsuccubus · 13 days

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I agree with the other anonymous posts. You definitely would make a great trophy wife but also like the idea of you being a free use housewife hehe

but like ….

I wanna be BOTH !!!!!

like. I wanna be the hot little free use trophy housewife that all your friends WISH they had at home and are envious of you for having because, for one, I’m just that fucking hot and you get full free reign of using me whenever the urge strikes you, but also because I actually take care of you and cook for you and look after your mental health and well-being and take care of the pets and stuff every day and just make sure the house is taken care of and always well kept and clean and just … yeah lmao

BUT on the flip side, let’s look at the cons (to someone else, I don’t see them as cons bc I’m biased and think I’m pretty great but I’m usually too much for most people so clearly these are cons to some of y’all lmao)

I also take cat naps on and off ALL day to make up for never sleeping at night or I stay up for like 4 days straight and then crash for 18+ hours so I go silent during random periods of the day. and I game too, so I go into murderous rages while pvping or raiding in WoW so you’ll hear occasional incoherent frustrated shrieking/screaming or me talking a LOTTTTT of shit about both the opposing faction’s team AND my team and also go on random tangents to you about the game in general fairly often and not just while I’m playing (and I’ll try to get you to play with me so I can have someone to play with and not just mindlessly queue battlegrounds or pug raids the entire time I’m online and have more of a drive to do in game things aside from those lmao). and also other tangents about random things themselves since I do ramble a LOT bc I fall down so many ADHD rabbit holes and have so many fixations and learn about so much random fucking shit just because and love to share that odd knowledge with people and that’s like despite taking 60mg of adderall every day lmao. and I also like to hoard an overwhelming amount of house plants so our house will look like a jungle (and collect expensive and rare plants especially) and will cover the house in gothy decor and gothy kitchenware and gothy cat towers and gothy cat toys and dark elegant gothy curtains with nice drapey kinda valances and sheers and multiple layers to them and we have to have a pretty canopy around our bed so we can pull the curtains around the bed closed and like retreat from the rest of the world and just have our time together at night. and I like to raise moths and butterflies and I want to pin and preserve the next set of specimens I raise so I can display them but like as something that I made and raised and brought to life and shit so it has more meaning to me bc I was the one who did everything to raise and then preserve them rather than having them just be pretty bugs encased in resin that I bought online and shit. and I collect big stompy platform goth boots from Demonia and thigh high stiletto heeled boots from Pleaser and a lot of goth clothing and expensive lingerie and sex toys. and I also need the AC on like constantly bc I like being cold and I prefer bundling up to try and stay cozy in cold rooms (unless I’m actually too cold and really need a heat source, then I’ll cave and turn the AC off lol). and I need a game room with a nice desk for my laptop and my two monitors and a new pink and white gaming chair to match my pink gaming set up (and the white mouse I want to replace the pink one I have rn bc I feel like a pink keyboard, pink kitty ear headset, and pink mouse is too much pink in one concentrated area so I wanna break it up w a white mouse and white on my chair instead, maybe???) and lots of nice RGB lighting in the room and make it a cozy lil space that you can share with me bc I want it to be OUR game room. and you have to randomly duet songs with me like anything from fucking Frank Sinatra to Megan Thee Stallion to Motionless in White to fucking Irish drinking songs and bands like The Clancy Brothers or The Dropkick Murphy’s to assorted musicals to Lights to the Pop Goes Punk albums to Disney songs like you gotta vibe to the whole fuckin spectrum of music with me always lmao. and I also need a nice vanity with a beautiful and BIG lighted mirror for when I do all my makeup and when I remove the old color/bleach/dye my hair and you’d have to help me install my new extensions every like 2-3 months bc I refuse to go to a salon to get them installed so I’d have to teach you to do it and you’d have to pay attention to me very closely so you don’t fuck them up bc then it’ll be a pain in the ass to fix and I’ll be frustrated and upset and then you’ll be frustrated too and all that. oh and I’m also gonna con you into doing my regular daily skincare routine w me even if I have to buy you different products bc we have different skin types and also drag you into the shower/bath with me whenever I wanna shower or relax in the tub, and yeah so like …..

ya gotta REALLY be down w ALL that, and then some, for me to actually be a trophy wife to any of y’all bc I’m a bit eccentric and high maintenance lmao … 😅

#thankfully my man loves all that about me so I’m a lucky lil gal !!!#side note: bro since when is there a character limit on text posts wtf ???? it told me I wrote too much when I tried to continue LMAO #ask

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giogio1998 · 2 months

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Fun facts about my art process:

Today I was making new JLI art and it got me thinking that I have the same ritual when it comes to drawing the JLI and some of them are very silly and fun so I wanted to share with you guys. Even if you don’t care, reading is important so just read the freaking post lol.

1- I hate drawing men !!! Seriously, drawing Martian and Batman is easy for me bc they have very easy features to draw like Batman’s mask and Martian’s nose. But every time I have to draw Ted, Booser and Guy it’s a struggle.

2- drawing Ted is the hardest, I think it’s bc I shipp Ted and Bea so I always try to draw Ted cuter than the other boys and that pressure makes it harder for me but drawing Ted is the bane of my existence.

3- idk why but Guy always ends up looking super hot. I swear it’s unintentional, but the man always looks so hot, sometimes I look at my drawings and I’m like “wtf Giovana why did u make him look so hot ? “

4- I like making Tora skin pinkish, mostly bc she has white hair so white hair and light skin would look very washed out but I like to think that her skin is like “ice burnt” (?). Idk if that’s a word, I’m Brazilian I’ve never felt cold in my life. All I know is sun burnt lol.

5- the opposite goes to Bea, I like to make her skin light bc, well she is in fact white Brazilian, but I like to make her hair color pop, that’s also why I give her black lipstick and eyebrows, it’s all about the hair.

6- Bea’s hair !!!! I always try to give her the best hair. I make it very voluminous, very wavy and very bright almost as if it’s on fire. I love her hair, also I’m trying to redeem her hair bc of the awful 80’s hair style that DC insists on giving her.

7- I listen to Hannah Montana while making my JLI arts … actually I love all the early 00s Disney channel music and I also listen to podcasts but I prefer listening to music while drawing.

8- if I don’t find a reference the drawing is not happening. Every artist struggles at something and my struggle is anatomy I can’t come up with poses, especially group poses so I’m always looking for references. Once I have my reference everything is fine but if I can’t visualize it I can’t draw it.

9- I love drawing booster’s suit, it’s just so shiny and easy to draw, Guy’s vest and Ted’s suit have too much detail so booster’s suit is just fun to draw.

10- I hate drawing booster’s hair tho I always think it looks stupid idk why I hate drawing short hair.

11- I love drawing skeets. I wish I would draw him more often tho. My reference for skeets is the justice league unlimited version.

12- speaking of references, when I draw Batman I almost always make his cape cover him completely bc I think he moves around like Dracula from hotel Transylvania LOL. Idk why but I treat him like the most unserious character ever.

13- I draw using photoshop, this isn’t a fun fact, that’s actually sad.

14- My laptop is an old Lenovo from 2017 and it crashes constantly. Usually I start and finish a drawing on the same day but sometimes my laptop decides otherwise.

15- my signature is my initials but one time someone commented that it’s looks like a “cursive B” and since then when I can’t get my signature just right I draw a cursive B instead and it works lol.

16- I always give Ted dimples, mainly bc dimples make him look even cuter but also bc I struggle with drawing men so I try to give them different characteristics to make them look unique.

17- I give every JLI member its own layer file while drawing and I always make it color coordinated. So Bea’s file is green, Ted’s is blue, Booster’s is yellow, etc.

18- I name all my layers and to keep my sanity I name them all with silly names like “bea’s million dollar hair”. “Boosters shiny ass suit”. “Tora’s blush she bought from MAC”.

19- I came up with Bea’s suit bc I always hated that she had normal looking clothes instead of a suit like everyone else so I came up with a new one and it was inspired by a pair of boots I saw on instagram once.

20- the JLI is my favorite thing to draw <3

That’s all I can come up with right now, hope this post encourages people to keep drawing bc most digital artists like to appear as if being good at drawing is a magical gift and they don’t struggle at anything. So this is my reality lol

Also the new JLI art will be coming out soon, stay tuned!!! Spoiler alert it’s a glee related post 🤫

#dc comics #fire #beatriz da costa #dc #justice league international #jli #ted kord #blue beetle #booster gold #tora olafsdotter #guy gardner #green lantern #batman #martian manhunter

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netscapenavigator-official · 6 months

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How do u like jellyfin? I've been using kodi since i've been looking for something more featured than VLC for browsing media but it feels bloated and makes wayyy to many internet connections automatically for me to really enjoy it or feel safe running it on any device that seeds torrents. I'm strongly considering jellyfin since I despise plex and ember is proprietary.

It’s the only media server software I’ve ever used, so I don’t have any points of comparison. Also, a transparency preface, the device my server is hosted on is an M1 Apple iMac that's running up-to-date macOS (as of the time of writing, that’s macOS Sonoma 14.1), so as always, your mileage could always vary on other operating systems and chipset architectures.

I also view content exclusively via the iOS app, Apple TV app, and Firefox for Linux x86-64, all of which I’ve never had a problem with.

For the most part, however, I haven’t had any complaints. I keep all of my content on a 2TB USB External HDD that I bought from Walmart. It stays plugged into the computer 24/7, and all I had to do was tell Jellyfin where the files were, which you have to do regardless of where they are.

I’m not an advanced user by any means. I’d love to get outside network support going, but even that is proving too intimidating for me. I probably don’t take advantage of most of the advanced features, either. From my experience with Jellyfin, though, it does what I wanted it to: allow me to view my videos and photos without having to download them onto my phone. I have three users set up (including the one mandatory admin profile), and that’s probably the most non-out-of-the-box thing I’ve done.

The only issue I’ve had is that if your host device loses power (or somehow force shutsdown or crashes without first properly quitting the Jellyfin app) during a library sync (which can take a long time if you’ve added a lot of data at once and are running it off an external HDD), the on-device database file seems to corrupt easily. When this database file gets corrupted, it makes the Jellyfin app panic and shutdown without actually closing the app. As a result, the app looks like it’s running properly, but when you try to access it from anywhere, it’ll fail to load. You have to check the .txt file logs to actually see the panic code and shutdown command. I’ve had that happen twice, and it isn’t very pleasant. Luckily, I also use macOS’s Time Machine feature, so I had plenty of backups. However, it is annoying to have to sort that out, and if you didn’t have backups, you’d basically have to restart the server from scratch. Your content would be fine, but all of your manual IMDb data, custom thumbnails, reported file locations, etc. would be factory reset.

Of course, if you’re running the server on something with a backup power supply or a built-in battery, that eliminates a lot of the risk. The iMac I run my server on also acts as a secondary computer, for me. So I'm also at a heightened risk of crashing and whatnot. If you had a dedicated server computer that did nothing but act as your Jellyfin server, that'd also probably help alleviate some risk.

The extent of my daily use of Jellyfin is constantly playing ambient music from an old iPad next to my stereo, and occasionally viewing images and videos from my phone or laptop. I’m certainly not a power user, but for me, I’ve never had any reason to dislike Jellyfin, so I don’t exactly have a desire to go looking for an alternative. It does what I need it to do, and it does it smoothly, simply, and reliably.

If you're looking for a more advanced user's opinion, however, I'm afraid you've come to the wrong blog.

#Netscape Results #jellyfin #home media server #long post

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zeltqz · 7 months

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niyaaaa do u have any tips for people who wanna get into fic writing? 👀

i don’t really get how the whole posting format for fics works on here tbh 😭 and like your info area it’s so cool

YEAH OFC!! btw dm me your username so i can follow and support you <3

tip 1- the posting format isnt that hard to get used to actually its just you create a tumblr text post and then copy and paste your fic onto it, add the tags and stuff then post it. if you want to add banners, headers and stuff to make it look better then go ahead, just add images to the text post

tip 2- the info area is the same as above, just add pictures of your choice etc to the text post, add your information, name, age, fav things etc and then to link posts to your post, highlight where u want the link to go, then copy the link of the post u want linked then press the hyperlink that looks like two chains linked together when you highlight the text if that makes sense? sounds like a lot but its rlly not i promise haha

tip 3- always type your fics on other apps like word or google docs since they have an auto save feature!! i dont reccomend typing your fics on tumblr since one if the app crashes, it doesn't automatically save your work so everything you wrote will get deleted (some versions of tumblr do have autosave, my laptop has it but my phone and iPad doesn't, so i dont rely on it)

tip 4- idk if you want tips on actual fic writing or just how to get your fics onto tumblr but ill help you with that anyway. with me when i write fics i always imagine it out in my head. theres some of my fics where i just went with the flow and wrote wgatever came to mind and those are the fics i hate the most because they dont rlly make sense to me. theyre always so random and it just seems rushed and bad.

i picture my fics like a scene in my head and whatever i want the character to do, think, say or feel i write that shit down asap. i use other online sources to help get more descriptive like the emotion theasurus <- honestly one of my favourite things to use ever, they have so much body language to use for every emotion in the damn book

dialogue is also something i find difficult. i've improved i personally feel like but its still hard for me especially if im writing a new character. i never want to make the character seem OOC so i do lots of research before hand. i normally use the wiki to read up on a characters personality.

for example i'll use ran for this since he's like 99% of my account lmao. in the wiki, he's described as "naturally whimsical toward others which makes him inscrutable" though ran doesnt have many scenes in the manga (which i hate bc i love him sm) its impossible to actually write him down to a tee so i use that naturally whimsical description to make him playful, charismatic, carefree etc, going off what little information i have with him.

getting a characters personality down is what can make or break a dialogue. for me when im reading a fic of a character and their dialogue is so OOC it puts me off and i dont even wanna read. so i apply my same fic icks to myself and think if I don't like seeing this and that in a fic, why would I incorporate those in my fics and have ppl get put off it if they have the same fic icks as me?

hope that makes sense!!

tip 5- dont rush yourself at all. i used to rush a few of my fics and i just ended up hating it so much after and fought bck the urge to delete them so many times but then i'd see people's comments and realise i was being too harsh on myself. i'd keep them up but i'd just hate seeing them get attention.

rushing only makes you hate your work and the quality of your work will decline if you are not in the right headspace.

thats also why i have the don't rush me thing in my rules because not only is it annoying to see people constantly asking for updates, it also makes me mad because i know i'll just put out a piece of garbage if i did rush.

also another tip don't give yourself deadlines!! if you know your writing consistency can be a little sloppy, don't tell your followers that you're going to upload every so and so day. if something happens and you miss the deadline, you'll feel bad and rush something out and most times out of ten, a rushed fic doesn't do well. so take your time and don't rush.

tip 6- dont listen to what other people say or feel obligated to write something you don't wanna. establish your boundaries!! for example, from day one i started this blog i said im accepting requests but i will not write anything to do with non-con, incest or minors. i made sure that was out there so i wouldn't feel uncomforable writing anything i wasn't comfy with.

there are people on this app that may like your writing and request you to write something for them. you are not obligated to write anything for anyone! don't feel like you have to just because they asked nicely.

if you want to accept requests you can im not saying you shouldn't, im saying don't feel like you have to. you always have a choice. its your blog.

tip 7- remember this isn't a job. you're allowed to take breaks, allowed to have a personal life. don't feel like you need to be updating every day. i used to think i was obligated to be uploading consistently at least every week because i was obsesssed with engagement and seeing peoples comments and was scared if i took a break ppl will unfollow. now i honestly don't care. i'm not active as much as i used to because of school and that's fine! if ppl want to leave, let them. don't feel like you're forced to keep being active in order to keep your follower count stable.

tip 8- this app can get really toxic sometimes. luckily enough i've only had one toxic anon in my inbox and i've been on this app for a year. some people have so many, some ppl get harrassed etc. if that happens to you just be prepared since there's no actual way to find out who's behind anons. you can turn off your anon options which means if ppl want to inbox you something then their account will be showing. some people arent comfortable with that and that's fine! i keep mine on because i want people to feel comfortable on my page.

just remember though if you ever feel like this app is getting overwhelming take breaks! for the sake of your mental health take breaks. i know so many writers on here that took breaks and came back healthier and stronger.

i feel like this tip goes for social media in general. as much as i love social media im aware how unhealthy it is. breaks are so important for you. remember that.

i can't think of anymore tips right now but if i have some more i will edit the post and add it on.

if u have anymore questions about the tumblr posting format dm me and ill help you out :))

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chilledninjahangout · 2 years

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Ninjago Headcanons

How I think each ninjago character sleeps

Kai: Because he has a higher than average body temperature, I think he would be the type to sleep with no blankets, or at least a thin one, and always has the fan on (even in winter). Prefers soft beds and doesn't sleep with a pillow. Would cycle through various sprawled out positions through the night. Incredibly light sleeper. Would sleep in minimal clothing

Cole: Loves lots of blankets and pillows, and a soft matress. Would switch between open and more curled up sleeping positions depending on his mood. Favourite way to sleep tho would be on his stomach with a hand under him. Probably would have white noise in the background, like rain or nature sounds. Heavy sleeper. Type to wear thin but comfy pjs. Struggles to fall asleep.

Jay: Bold of you to assume this man sleeps, and sleeps on a bed, no less. Often found sleeping in random places or at a work bench because he forced himself to stay awake for as long as possible and then crashed. When he does sleep, he is dead to the world and it takes an earthquake to wake him up. Minimal blankets but a good firm pillow and matress (those spring ones probably). Has one plush toy on his bed that he sleeps with (when he does sleep in his bed). Would sleep in a fetal position. Extremely restless and constantly moving in his sleep unless he has passed out from exhaustion, then he doesn't move for days.

Zane: Doesn't need sleep but does enjoy laying in bed to maybe read a book or doing something on a laptop. Instead, I think he would meditate mostly, have some incense burning like lavender, sage or jasmine. Just taking the night to relax and do stuff for himself

Pixal: We've seen that she sleeps in the secrets of spinjiztu season ( I think) but I don't think she cares much if the matress is soft or not, but she does like to have a couple of pillows and at least one thick blanket. Light sleeper and would definitely sleep as if she is in a coffin you know, on my back with her arms either by her sides or resting on her stomach in simple night wear.

Echo Zane: Doesn't sleep or meditate really. Just, sits somewhere at night and perhaps maybe contemplates life

Nya: I think she would have one plush toy that sits on her bed but gets kicked off during the night. Soft matress and two pillows usually, and one thin and one thicker blanket for warmth. I think she would be a heavy sleeper, and would either lay in fetal position or on her back with her hand above her head. Would also sleep in fluffy pjs, but then has an extra set of thin ones (exactly the same design). Restless sleeper.

Lloyd: Would have an extra pillow on his bed that he sometimes holds on to at night, and enjoys a more firm but still kind of soft matress. Perhaps two blankets, one thin one and one thick one. And then another thick blanket for winter. Would sleep in the fetal position or on his back with his arms above his head. Light sleeper. Would have the type of insomnia where he can't stay asleep. Has that one pair of night wear that is his favourite. He has other things to wear but he just doesn't want to. Goes to bed in one position and wakes up like that.

Sensei Wu: Would sleep on a futon with one really comfy pillow that provides a lot of neck support. And then just one blanket that can be used in either summer or winter. Also sleeps on his back like a dead person. Light sleeper. Simple night wear, long pants and shirt

Sensei Garmadon: Would also sleep with those pillows with extra neck support, on a futon and with one really thick blanket (has a spare thin one for summer). Back sleeper, with his hands on his stomach, looks like he is barely breathing so often people think he is dead or something. Light sleeper. Likes to burn incense while he sleeps (don't do that at home, it's dangerous). He would wear thin, long pjs but probably would then walk around in robes.

Lord Garmadon: Doesn't sleep. The night is for recharging through meditation or evil scheming

Dareth: Sleeps on a ratty spring matress and defends its, saying its comfortable (it's really not. Has four pillows in total and falls asleep with the blanket on, always wakes up with it off. And only has that one blanket. Heavy sleeper, can't wake him up for anything. Thick pjs because his heating sucks

Ronin: When he does sleep, it's in his ship in the chair with a blanket wrapped around him. Maybe a pillow or a sleeping bag on him in storage but that's for when he's settled completely and is sure that it's safe to sleep where he is. Extremely light sleeper. Probably has insomnia too.

Skylor: Quite a simple get up but extremely comfy. With a couple of pillows and three blankets ranging in size and thickness, and a soft and comfy matress. Maybe a plush toy or two but she tosses them off before sleeping. Minimal sleep wear, and would sleep on her back, spread eagle, and just kind of taking up a lot of space on the bed while moving around a lot.

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allylikethecat · 9 months

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If you're not too sick of them I would love if you could do gatty with 7 or 46 ♥️

Hello!

I could never be sick of this whole prompt situation! I've been having so much fun working on them! I do want to apologize though, I'm sorry that this took so long for me to finish - real life got in my way. I hope it was worth the wait! I filled them both separately, I hope that's okay- I like to think it means you're getting more bang for your buck! I'm not totally sure I love how #46 turned out, but I decided I need to stop fiddling with it and just put it out into the world and move on. I hope it's at least adjacent to what you were looking for! I have a few more kiss prompts in the works, a few intimacy prompts and a smut prompt (which is an area I need to work on in my writing, so it shall be interesting to say the least).

Thank you so much for the request and for being so kind and supportive of my writing! It really means a lot and I am so thankful to have found such a kind and supportive subset of The 1975 fandom to be apart of.

Warnings: there is mention of drug use / mention of past abuse in #46

Let me know what you think! Constructive feedback is always welcome and appreciated!

❤️Ally

7. Kiss…to shut them up

Matty had been talking for the last twenty three minutes. George knew exactly how long his latest tangent had run so far, having glanced at and made note of the time ticking away in the corner of his laptop screen when he noticed the flush in Matty’s cheeks and the fire in his eyes. So far he had barely taken a breath and George had given up trying to follow the track of his thoughts twenty two minutes ago. He was gesturing wildly with his hands, getting louder and more animated as he spoke, clearly building up the momentum, and getting more excited as he went. George tried not to feel too bad that he had been tuning him out, nodding along and humming in approval in what he hoped were the right places, his focus on his laptop, and the seemingly endless amount of emails he had in his inbox. No one told him that producing for other artists would mean going through so many emails.

If for some reason the musical career ended up not panning out, which after five number one albums in the UK was unlikely, Matty could have a career as an American politician, George thought, he would be unstoppable in a filibuster, and he had already mastered the art of speaking constantly while saying a whole lot of nothing. He closed his laptop, hoping that maybe Matty would catch on, see that George was closing his laptop and that maybe that was his sign to take a breath, and that it was time to meet Adam and Carly for lunch, but Matty was still going, pacing around the room that served as their home office.

“Which ties it all together!” Matty said, waving his hands in the air as George turned to look at him fondly, his curls bouncing as he drove his point home. George had absolutely no idea what his point was. “Because despite what the critics might think, it really is the perfect example of postmodernism in literature-” George couldn’t take it anymore.

Matty let out a surprised hum of approval as George crashed their lips together, sucking the air from his lungs as he deepened the kiss, running his fingers through his hair, tugging on the locks in a way that he knew made Matty weak at the knees. Matty broke away a moment later, panting with his nose pressed to George’s cheek as he tried to regain his breath.

“What was that f-” he started to ask before George was kissing him again, licking into his mouth, and nipping at his lower lip. His knees buckled, overwhelmed by the way George was consuming all of his senses. George walked him backwards, pressing him against the wall, and suddenly it didn’t matter that his legs didn’t work anymore. He had George to support him.

“You’re so cute,” George said and Matty flushed his cheeks darkening into an even deeper shade of red and he squirmed bashfully at the praise. He kissed Matty again, his eyes rolling back in his head as he clung to George’s shoulders, letting out a soft whimper of enjoyment.

“I love you,” George said softly, speaking the words against Matty’s lips, their breath intermingled as Matty’s heart raced, his fingers drifting lower, digging into the meat of George’s hips as if he would float away if he let go.

“I love you too,” Matty said softly, his cheeks still flushed. “I was rambling again wasn’t I?” he asked sheepishly, realizing George hadn’t been listening to a word he had been saying, but not able to bring himself to care.

“A little bit,” said George with a chuckle, the sound vibrating in Matty’s chest with the way they were pressed together. “It was cute though, and you’ll have to tell me again over lunch, I got distracted finishing up some emails and I’m sure I missed a few of the points.”

Matty’s flush deepened. “Well, next time just tell me to shut up,” he said, jutting his chin out defiantly.

“What do you think I just did?” George said, with a laugh, this one deeper, and Matty curled his toes in desire as he kissed his neck.

“I’m sorry I talk so much,” said Matty, feeling a moment of vulnerability as George mouthed at his collarbone, nose skimming the open collar of his shirt.

“Don’t ever be sorry for that,” George said, his lips ghosting against Matty’s sensitive, burning skin. “I love it when you talk.”

“Even when you want me to shut up?” Matty asked softly and George chuckled and nodded his breath tickling Matty’s neck.

“Even then.”

46. Kiss…out of envy or jealousy

Matty swallowed hard, standing on his tiptoes as he scanned the crowd, desperate for a glimpse of George. He reached up to tug uncomfortably at the collar of his shirt, loosening his tie ever so slightly as he did so, feeling strangled by the fabric as he floated on the fringes of the after party. These things were much more uncomfortable sober, he thought desperately, he was pretty sure he was the only person not on something at the moment.

Even George had smoked a spliff during the car ride to the next venue. Matty had declined when George tried to pass it to him, under the delusion that he wanted to keep a clear head. He was already feeling paranoid, like he was being watched. Each breath he had taken was carefully measured at the awards show, a conscious effort to keep his expression engaged and mild lest the camera pan to their table. If he had accepted the spliff he would have been convinced everyone could tell, that everyone knew he was high, that instead of legal marjuana he had relapsed, had gone back to the substances they didn’t even know he was clean from. He swallowed hard. Where the fuck was George?

It was a stark contrast to his previous party experiences, his previous life experiences really. He couldn’t remember the last party he had been at, industry or otherwise without some kind of A Class chemical racing through his blood stream, lubricating his social interactions, giving him a personality. He felt almost numb now, anxiety thudding in his chest, simmering in his veins as he tried to remember who he was and how to be a person.

A server walked past with a tray of champagne flutes and Matty snagged a glass with shaking hands, downing it quickly. Where the fuck was George? He thought, starting to feel frantic. He had gone to the washroom ten minutes ago. It shouldn’t have taken him ten minutes to piss. There was never a queue for the men’s room. Matty had given him a smile and said he would be fine on his own, not wanting to seem so needy and codependent that he had to follow his boyfriend to the bathroom. He was a strong independent man, he tried to remind himself. He felt anything but.

He thought for sure he would be able to find someone he knew easily enough, but they were in America and he was starting to realize maybe he didn’t actually know anyone else here. If he had met them before, it was during the dark times and he clearly didn’t remember the interaction. He knew he seemed unapproachable, curls falling his face, eyes downcast, the charismatic spark that drew their fanbase to him having flickered out as he pushed himself out of his comfort zone. He knew he radiated a general air of “leave me the fuck alone,” especially when he was desperate for anything but. He hated being sober. He hated that he had gotten clean, that he felt some kind of moral obligation to stay that way, that the rest of the lads had spent their own money on his treatment after he had nearly bankrupted the group with his addiction.

He fiddled with his now empty champagne glass and wished for something stronger, or wished that he hadn’t built up such a high alcohol tolerance over the years, because despite his size he felt absolutely nothing after quickly finishing the glass. A second server walked passed and he traded his empty flute for a full one, drinking this one more slowly, giving him something to do with his hands, allowing him to focus on the feeling of the bubbles fizzing against his tongue, grounding him, keeping him present. That was something he was working on in therapy. Staying more present.

His frustration and anxiety started to move, turning to frustration and envy. George had probably ran into some he knew on his way to or from the restroom. George had probably bumped into someone and made a friend, the words flowing easily as he introduced himself. Matty knew that he had a reputation for being an extrovert, that he was the mouthpiece of the band whether people liked it or not. Whether he liked it or not. But George was the one that could talk to anyone, a casual sort of comfortable in any social situation that Matty wasn’t ever able to recreate despite the copious drugs he had poured into his body, desperate to be liked, desperate to be cool.

He was jealous, he realized sharply, he was jealous and it burned in his belly as he swallowed the rest of his champagne and set the glass on one of the high top tables scattered around the space, pushing his way through the crowd. Being jealous wasn’t going to solve anything, being jealous wasn’t going to make people like him, it wasn’t going to quell the anxiety embedded in his rapidly beating heart. Being jealous wasn’t going to make George come back to him faster.

He caught a glimpse of what he hoped was George moving through the crowd, talking to some kind of teen drama actress that had been a presenter at the show earlier that night. The jealousy flared, moving up his throat, blistering his vocal cords, he tried to swallow it down, feeling it molten and hot in his lungs. George threw his head back and laughed, smiling happily. George had gone and made a friend, George had abandoned him, like Matty was nothing more than an anchor weighing him down. George had gone and cut the rode, untangling himself from his mooring to forge his own path.

It wasn’t a conscious decision, his feet moving on his own accord, it was like he was watching his body move from somewhere above, something, or someone else was controlling him like a recently unlocked newly playable character. Matty slid into position next to George, hand gliding across his back under his suit jacket to wrap possessively around his hip.

He stood up on his tiptoes and pressed a kiss to the corner of George’s mouth, interrupting whatever he had been saying to the wide eyed peroxide blonde.

George chuckled against his lips, turning his head to deepen the kiss, showing Matty that despite his initiation, George was the one holding all of the cards.

“Someones feeling a little green,” he murmured, soft enough that it was for Matty’s ears only as he pulled away.

“This is my boyfriend Matty,” said George, turning back to the girl, “he’s needy little shit and gets jealous when I’m not giving him my full attention.”

Matty flushed at his teasing words, the bit behind them stinging slightly, but at the same time making him preen. The girl laughed.

“What can I say,” said Matty, leaning into George’s side. “I’m the jealous type.”

#allylikethecat #ask ally #anon ask #fanfiction #fanfic #matty healy rpf #the 1975 rpf #matty healy fanfiction #kiss prompts #prompt fills #prompt fill #prompt fill request things #questions #answers

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zinkadear · 2 months

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I was working on a spooky Fortnite map in UEFN back in October. It was supposed to be released by Halloween, but I ended up having serious technical difficulties, got frustrated, and gave up on it.

I'm still going to finish it, but there's a good chance I'll have to start completely from scratch, which is why I haven't bothered yet. My laptop is also not meant for these types of programs, and UEFN would constantly crash when I added certain things.

I worked really hard to learn and create what I did so far though, and want to get back to it. It's got a bunch of characters dancing on a lit up floor at night with music, an area where you can kill zombies, a pumpkin launcher you unlock by collecting pumpkins, and a locked area you have to use a hidden key to get into.

Compared to a lot of other maps, it's very simple, but I think it's pretty cool for my first one. At this point, I think I should wait until fall to release it, but that'll just give me more time to improve it. But I'd like to release something this or next month.

I know a lot of people are upset about Montague leaving, and I have characters that I'd like to interact with too, such as Midas. So I might do something with a bunch of the fan favorites where you can talk to them, take pictures, and maybe do some quests.

#Fortnite #UEFN #Montague #Midas

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holidayvisa · 2 months

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26 February 2024 - I woke up at 9:30 am at Elise's house. Elise had already left for work a few hours before I'd woken up. Elise had some admin work to do, so she came back to the house and worked on her laptop for a couple hours. I cooked some fried eggs and crispy bacon on toast for breakfast while Elise worked. I video chatted with Kayla for a couple hours while eating breakfast. We talked about her trip to India and a bunch of other things. She saw a mama and baby elephant in the wild while she and Prateek were backpacking through the southern India wilderness! It was SOOOOOOOOOO nice getting to talk with her for so long and catch up on life stuff. Elise finished up her admin work and had to drive back to work around 12:30 pm. I chatted with Mom and Dad for a while and cleaned up dishes from breakfast. It was still lightly raining, but not too bad, so I decided that it was a good time to ride the motorbike home. I rode from Piha to the Henderson pack'n'save and bought some groceries. I filled up my backpack with groceries and rode the rest of the way home. When I got home, it stopped raining briefly, then started pouring! I'm glad I rode home when I did, otherwise, I would've been caught in the heavy rain. Elise came by and I loaded the groceries into her car, and she immediately left. I gave Jimmy a haircut! I took a "before" photo of Jimmy pre-haircut, but I forgot to take an "after" photo. And it would be weird to post just a photo of Jimmy without having both the "before" and "after" photos to contrast, so no photos. Taylor got home as we finished the haircut, and we all cooked and ate a family dinner together. I fell asleep on the living room couch after dinner, and I think everyone else crashed out too. Everyone was pretty tired and low energy.

I'm grateful for Elise. She is constantly thinking about others' needs, empathizing, and taking care of others. I'm grateful for Kayla and for our lovely chat. It's so good to talk with her, and we're both voices of validation and affirmation for each other. I'm grateful for my family and for their unconditional love and support. I'm grateful for Jimmy and for his kindness and energy and positivity. I'm grateful for my flatmates.

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maryjanesims3 · 2 years

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Hey, could you please tell tips on how to make TS3 playable? I've done everything I can to reduce lag (merging cc files and using mainly low poly stuff, disabling memories, lowering graphics quality, editing files to allow the game use more RAM, downloading NRAAS mods and the smooth patch) and the game is still so laggy and crashes constantly even without any mods installed. I see many others on Youtube playing TS3 without any lag and I'm so jealous and desperate lol 😭

Hey there! While I'm not the most tech-savvy person for this, I can't imagine not trying to at least try to help a fellow simmer out. So I'm going to do my best.

You say you've done everything to reduce lag, but I didn't see you mention that you made the game recognize your GPU. Maybe you already did, but forgot to mention it in this cry for help. Anyway, i think that's one of the most important things to do. When I first did that (years and years ago), it made such an immense difference for me.

To do it, follow this guide here: Sims 3 performance guide

A lot of it you've already done, but there might be some things you missed! You don't have to do everything in the guide, for example a core-mod is listed but it's not essential to install that if you don't want it. Look at which step have (Essential) next to it.

I'm not sure what your specs are btw, because that also has big influence. I'm on a Lenovo Legion 7 (Ryzen 7 - 32GB - 1TB SSD - RTX 3070), so that's made for gaming. When I set up my game following the guide, I absolutely don't have to lower the settings anymore. Of course I do for some things (I don't know why I would want very high detailed trees constantly when not making a picture of scenery, lol!). But, if you're on a pc or laptop that isn't optimal for gaming, you might still encounter lagging. I don't think there really is a way to fix that, but you might be able to at least make it better!

Also, about the crashing, it might be the case you have a faulty piece of cc installed. Unless it also happens in a clean game, then it's probably something else. But I remember when I first started making default hairstyles, I was in the process of testing a default and my game constantly crashed when zooming out. Couldn't figure out why the hell it did that, until I realized I forgot to put bone assignments on the lowest LOD. So, one small oversight from a creator could be one others game crashing. There are a few faulty pieces of cc out there, some have the high lod in every lod, some are outdated pre Pets patch etc etc, so always beware of what you have installed and keep unmerged back ups of merged files so you can easily uninstall a faulty piece of cc.

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star1117-archives · 2 years

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𝟏𝟗: 𝟓𝟗 - 𝐉.𝐘𝐇

➵ Pairing : Yunho x Gn!reader

➵ Genre : Fluff + Slight Hurt/Comfort

➵ W.C : 539

➵ Warnings : N/A

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“There’s a lotta noise in my head.”

Yunho looked up from his computer with a raised eyebrow, unsure as to what you meant by those words. He took in your figure on the sofa opposite him, hugging your knees as you avoided eye contact. Sensing this conversation would be a sensitive one, he closed his laptop, showing you that you had his full attention. Now that he wasn’t distracted by the paper he’d been drafting, he also noticed how you gripped your sleeve anxiously, toying with the fabric. You were nervous.

“Noise?”

Nodding, you huffed as if just the admittance had knocked some of your strength out of you. You gulped back some spit, stalling for time as you tried to collect your thoughts.

“It’s kinda like.. a room full of people are shouting different things at the same time, so it’s just this loud, unintelligible cacophony of voices. And it’s..”

Trailing off for a second, you tried to think of the right word to describe what you were feeling, brow furrowed as you concentrated.

“Incessant?”

You finally made eye contact with Yunho, looking up and nodding. He scooted closer to you, resting his head on his hands as he gestured for you to continue. It felt as if he was on the same wavelength as you, and it helped you open up more.

“They don’t shut up, ever. They’re constantly shouting different things at me, confusing me. Annoying me. But they won’t get outta my head.”

Yunho paused for a second, mulling over his words as he tried to make them as comforting as possible. His tongue poked his cheek, his eyes drifting away from you as you waited in anticipation, your stomach queasy. Yunho eventually locked eyes with you again, a small smile pulling at the corners of his pretty lips.

“I don’t know what to say to you but, I do know what to say to those pesky voices.”

Your eyebrows raised as Yunho moved closer once again, this time standing up so he could sit next to you. He put a hand on your shoulder and you relaxed, not having noticed you’d even tensed up in the first place. He cupped a hand to your ear, breath warm against it as he whispered into it.

“Hey, hey you lot! Can you shut the fuck up? Keep your mouths closed, zipped locked and throw away the key, for fucks sake. Stupid ass fuckers.”

You chuckled at his immaturity, pulling Yunho’s hand away from your cheek and kissing it before turning to face him. Your cheeks heated when he leaned closer, his gaze certain and his body language clearly demonstrating his determination.

“Tomorrow, we’ll do some googling and find someone to help you. Tonight…”

Yunho trailed off for a second, leaning in and pecking your lips before pulling you into his chest. His big arms enveloped you entirely, almost smothering you as he clung tightly to you. The faint scent of mangoes tingled at your nostrils, bringing a comforted smile to your face. Not happy, but you were on the right track.

“Tonight, we eat as much sugar as possible and crash out watching Disney. FYI, you don’t have a choice in this matter, we’re doing it.”

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